Disclaimer: Despite my best efforts, Ryan has not dropped anything so no, Glee is not mine.
I have to tell you how excited I am, I exceeded fifty reviews for this story in French. I don't ask for it, because it annoys me a bit personally when every chapter end with 'reviews pleaaaase' because I don't always know what to say when I get to the end of a chapter as a reader. But I'd like to let you know that I'm very grateful for each review I get. I answer all so far. Privately to those who review with fanfiction account or at the beginning of the next chapter for others. Besides, I wonder how I'm going to do after the last chapter, we'll think about it when the time comes because I prefer to warn you, this won't happen tomorrow.
Are you ready for a biiiiiig time jump? I hope so because compared to what I've done so far, it's pretty huge. In absolute terms, not that much, I admit, but still. Well, you'll see. And for those who expected it because I had spoiled a bit ... Meet Logan. (Even though I'm almost sure I spoiled only French readers on that point but hey, that's a translation, just deal with my crazyness.)
Yes fine, and so I'm now part of the lucky ones who had the opportunity to meet Chris Colfer and Darren Criss. Not at the same time, not long, just enough to say they really seem to be adorable. Even if I had a doubt, it's good to check up in flesh and bone to paraphrase another. Yes, you can hate me; it's not a problem for me. Either way, I've already been fiddled in the street by three crazy teens because I had seen Darren and they didn't, so it won't make a big difference now.
That's what you missed in the rose and the fox
Dave is now in his second senior year since he missed the first after his suicide attempt. His mother expects him to be 'cured' of his homosexuality, we all know that it's not the purpose of the therapy that Dave attends, but for all we know, she still believes in it (here was a joke about a French song, don't mind it). In any case, he lives with his aunt waiting to leave to college ... but where? That we don't know yet.
Sebastian has applied to Princeton. No choice, it's the university in which go all Smythes' males since the dawn of time. Well since Princeton exists at least. And when you know a little Sebastian's father, you don't seek to contradict. Shame because Sebastian would go anywhere to not go to Princeton. He would probably rather enroll in the least famous university of France; at least, it would be near his sister who stayed in Paris.
Love side, Dave has a kind of non-story with Alex who he likes but is not ready to come out. And Sebastian didn't break with his heartbreaker reputation, although in fact, now that we think about it, it's been a while that nobody saw him at Scandals.
Kurt and Blaine are still separated, but at the same time, this is not their story that interests us.
"But Mom, you really don't know how to shoot the ball properly." the little boy shouted with an air of intense frustration.
"I know Jimmy, I do what I can you know." the young mother apologized.
"Uncle Chuck always shoots well, why he doesn't come any more to the park with us?" Jimmy asked pouting.
"Oh honey bun, I know you miss him. I miss him too. Come here buddy."
The young woman took her son to sit on the nearest bench, already occupied by a rather tall young man, but it would do the trick, no bench was completely empty around them. She knelt before the little boy and tenderly stroked his cheek.
"You remember what I have explained to you Jimmy. Uncle Chuck is a little sick right now. He must stay in the hospital. They take good care of him."
"But he has been sick for a long time, why they don't cure him in the hospital?" the child sulked.
"They look after him, but you know, this is a disease that takes a long time to heal."
"Why can't I see him?"
"You want us to go and see him? We can. Not today, there are visiting hours ..."
"But you work there, we can go whenever we want."
"No Jimmy, even though I work there, we have to respect visiting hours."
"It's not fair, I want to see Uncle Chuck and I want him to play football with me." Jimmy argued squeezing the ball against him.
"I promise you sweetheart, we'll go see him tomorrow okay? But won't be able to play with you, he's too sick."
"But you don't know how to shoot the ball at all."
"You know, it hurts what you're telling me there darling. I really do everything I can to learn."
"It's not my fault if you can't play football at all. Fortunately you make up by telling the best bedtime stories and making the best cookies." the little boy said with a grin.
"Oh, I see, you're making fun of me right?" the young woman asked, a smile reaching her face too.
"Maybe a little." Jimmy said with a laugh.
"Oh, and besides you lead strangers along!" the mother launched, turning her head to the teenager sitting at the other end of the bench.
"I am innocent." the latter argued. "I wouldn't dare to make fun of someone who saved my life."
"Have we met?"
"I made a... mistake last year. I spent three days in the hospital."
"Yes, of course I remember. You seem to get much better, it's nice. I hope your friend gets better too. He seemed really shaken when he came to see you."
"Uh ... what friend?"
"I think Sebastian? He really seemed not to be fine that day."
"It was certainly the case; now that I know him a little it's not much his kind to show that he's not fine. He hides his feelings a lot playing arrogance."
Dave played with Jimmy for over an hour under the eye touched of Carla. He helped Jimmy to correct his positions, gave him advice to avoid injury. The boy was so taken by the game that he didn't realize that Sebastian had arrived for their appointment coffee weekly. The other teenager had sat on the bench with Carla and they had started a discussion.
"You seem to get much better than the last time we met."
"You recognized me?"
"Honestly, I would possibly not have paid attention if I hadn't seen your friend." the nurse replied, pointing Dave playing with Jimmy.
"This is your son? He's cute."
"When he doesn't criticize the way I shoot his ball, he is yes."
"Looks like he has found an acceptable game partner. He fell back in childhood, it suits him." Sebastian said with a small smile.
"Yes, it suits him very well. Looks like he's made for it. You know what he wants to do for a living? "
"I think sports agent. "
"Yeah, that could work. But I think he would make a good teacher too. "
"I think so. He knows how to listen, be there when you need him. He knows how to give you confidence. And with his stature, he has what it takes to be respected without the need to do more than raise his voice slightly. Even if he had somewhat forgotten that the past few years from what I was told."
"How long have you been together?"
"We're not together, we're just friends."
"Oh sorry, the way you look at him and you're talking about him, I thought..."
"It's okay, I'm used to it; everyone tells us. But no, he's my best friend. It would ruin everything if we tried to be more."
"I don't think so. But it's your lives; I can't tell you how to live them."
"Hey, sorry, you've been here for long?" Dave asked breathless and sweating a little as he approached.
"Uh, I don't know, about ten minutes."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"One because you seemed to have fun you two. And two, because Carla and I took the opportunity to talk about your professional future my dear."
"About MY professional future? Why?"
"Oh nothing, we just said that you could make a good teacher if sports agent would not work."
"Teacher? Yeah, why not." Dave said thoughtfully.
"So Jimmy, you had a good time?"Carla asked to her son, hoisting him on her knees.
"Yes, David he knows how to shoot the ball better than you."
"You'll end up being upsetting you know."
"Sorry mom. I would play again with him?"
"We must ask to him my sweetheart."
"Please David; you'll want to play again with me. Please, please, please."
"You have plans for every Sunday until the end of the school year?"
"I don't know, it's mom who knows."
"I think we should be able to set you free on Sundays until the end of the school year." Carla said, smiling.
"Then it's decided, we meet every Sunday afternoon to play until June."
"Why not after?" Jimmy asked, pouting.
"Because after, I have to go to college. But I promise I'll come back to see you as often as I can during my vacations, okay?" Dave said kneeling before the little boy and his mother to be at his level.
"Yes, okay." Jimmy said, throwing himself on Dave, hugging him with his little arms.
"Looks like you got yourself a new friend." Sebastian joked.
"It seems yes. I'm getting good at this game I think. Not too jealous? Are you okay?"
"I think it'll be fine yes thank you. You think this one won't love you any more when he finds out you're gay?"
"What does that mean gay mom?"
"It means that David likes boys how the other boys his age like girls." Carla said to her son who seemed puzzled. "That means he doesn't have a girlfriend, he doesn't want to marry a girl. He wants to marry a boy."
"I don't understand mom, why shouldn't I love him anymore because of it?"
"Well, there are people, not very nice who think that it is not right that he likes boys more than girls. But I really hope you'll never be one of those people, darling."
"You too you're gay?" the little boy asked turning toward Sebastian without leaving Dave's arms.
"Yes."
"He's your boyfriend?" Jimmy asked Dave.
"No."
"You have a boyfriend?"
"No, not right now."
"And you, you have a boyfriend?" Jimmy asked Sebastian.
"No."
"Well then why wouldn't you be his boyfriend?"
"It's a little more complicated than that darling. You'll understand when you get a little bigger."
"Oh, okay."
"Well, you say goodbye Jimmy? We go home."
"Already?"
"Yes, already, but we'll see him Sunday."
"Okay. You'll come too?" the little boy questioned toward Sebastian.
"I don't promise to come every Sunday buddy. But I'll try to come a few times if it makes you happy."
After that day, Dave had met Carla and Jimmy every Sunday at the park. And contrary to his promise, Sebastian had joined every Sunday too. Dave and Jimmy played football together while Carla and Sebastian watched them while chatting. Occasionally they tried to join the two sportsmen but Jimmy was still not convinced by the talents of his mother and it was not the sport of choice for Sebastian. They got better, though thanks to the patient advice of Dave.
And that's how Dave had finally decided to apply to Secondary Education program at Loyola University in Chicago and was admitted to it. For his part, Sebastian had failed to enter Princeton as he secretly hoped. He had applied at several universities in law of course, and was accepted into several. He put his final choice on the University of Chicago. Officially because it was the one of the best level in which he had been accepted. Unofficially because he would stay in the same town as Dave. And to not spoil, his great aunt had offered to buy him an apartment in town to keep him from ending up sharing a tiny room with a stranger.
They had both decided to take summer courses in their new university. Without really consult each other. Sebastian saw it as a way to escape as soon as possible the atmosphere of his home he endured increasingly bad even when his father was away. Dave on the other hand felt pretty good at home, supported by his aunt and his father who had eventually divorced and specifically requested from his ex-wife not to try to contact her son if it wasn't for finally tell him she accepted him exactly as he was. But still, there he saw the opportunity to have a little more time to acclimate to his new surroundings before school starts.
They hadn't told each other, had just said at the graduations' ceremony of the Dalton Academy (which took place after the one High School of Dave's) that they couldn't see each other too much during the summer because they were busy and did not know too much when they would have the opportunity to be in the same place before the fall in Chicago.
Sebastian chose to take a writing course. Nothing to do with his career but during one summer, he could without guilt indulge in one of his secret hobby. Without having to be accountable to his father. Meet someone other than future lawyers. Just a few weeks of pseudo-freedom before having to meet the expectations of the great John Smythe.
For his part, Dave had been thinking about what course he would take. He had talked to his father and Sarah. He also spent a weekend in New York. Advice from Rachel had only given him a good headache. And part of him had cursed to have this crazy idea of not at least have reserved a hotel room. Until Kurt presented to him his new boyfriend, Adam.
Rachel had been once again lost in one of her monologues when Adam had walked in the door after being greeted with a kiss from Kurt.
"Oh yes, you should take it: Psychology of Women. It's not because you're gay you shouldn't take an interest in us. Or Psychology of Human Sexuality. But then, you have to take general psychology at the first session. So you're forced to take two sessions during the summer, which means that you'll have virtually no vacation." Rachel was excited and had not even bothered to take a look at the newcomer.
Dave gave a plaintive look to the two other boys.
"Hello, you must be David, Kurt told me about you." Adam launched voluntarily cutting Rachel in her monologue by extending his hand to Dave.
"Hey, Adam, I was talking just for the record."
"I noticed Rachel, thank you. You're ALWAYS talking. Four months we've known, I know that if I want to get a word in when you're there, I have no choice, I need to cut you short."
"You won baby, I sleep at your's tonight, she will be unbearable now." Kurt said barely joking.
"You know that if it was up to me you'd sleep with me all the time. I hope you don't expect it to be a threat."
"You ... you won't leave me alone with her right?" Dave asked in a flat voice.
"You had planned to sleep here? You must be crazy."
"That's what I was just telling to myself."
"Hey, I'm still here!" Rachel said impatiently, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Unfortunately." the three boys mumbled in chorus before bursting into laughter.
"What were you talking about before I arrived?"
"Summer courses that David wants to take in college."
"It is an interesting discussion. What are you studying so far?"
"So far, nothing, I start college in the fall."
"If that's what you asked me to shut up for, it was not worth it." Rachel sulked.
"The advantage of sharing an apartment with you Rachel; is that I always find my way thanks to your voice." Santana, who had just entered, scoffed.
"Santana!" Dave screamed, throwing himself on her to give her a long welcome hug.
"Dave! Why nobody told me you were coming this weekend?"
"Uh ... is that I fell into a parallel universe or something? Since when Santana is so... cuddly? "Adam asked, clearly surprised.
"Adam, I introduce you Santana, at least the one she is with Brittany or her ex."
"Her ex? Sorry, I must have missed an episode I think."
"Oh, it looks like Kurtie hasn't told you yet about the Bully Whips. You hide things to your perfect boyfriend English? What are you doing to him so that he stays with you?"
"Rachel, with all the respect I owe you, shut up. What makes me stay with Kurt is none of your business. Kurt, you tell me about the Bully Whips?"
"In junior year when I was away at the Dalton Academy to escape death threats from Dave, Santana wanted me to come back because she thought that with me into the team we had a chance to win. She discovered that Dave is gay and was scared to death to be discovered. She blackmailed him, forced him to apologize and to create the Bully Whips club that was patrolling the school to protect the weakest against their bullies. And they've been 'dating ' to hide their homosexuality and be elected king and queen of the prom. What follows ... You know, Dave was elected king, and I was elected queen."
"I recognize Santana there. And although I would have definitely voted for you as king, I don't get why they didn't vote for Santana, they make a lovely couple."
"Because they are all homophobic idiots who think they're funny and understand nothing about love. Otherwise, they would have seen all the love that existed between us." Santana quipped detaching from Dave but remaining close to him.
"I see it from here. Lots and lots of love. Your like a brother and a sister." Adam said with his charming singing accent.
"Something like that, yes. Dave, you stay here to sleep right?"
"Well no, sorry for you Santana, but the boys found that I was annoying and decided to all sleep at Adam's." Rachel spat bitterly.
"Yes, it is girls versus boys tonight and for once, I don't need Mr. Schuester to convince me to go to the boys' team."
"Oh no, you can't do this to me. I refuse to stay with her while you have fun. Please, it is outdated the battle girls versus boys. We should do gays against straights. Please Adam, tell me you have still a corner of carpet for me."
"Given that I intend to get my wonderful boyfriend in my bed ..." Adam began sliding a kiss on Kurt's neck. "And that my couch is for two, one remains if David is willing to share with you."
"Oh yes, please." Santana pleaded looking at Dave.
"I don't know. I don't think it's a good idea to sleep in the same bed with an ex ..." Dave teased her. "Well, okay, but that's because it's you."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you." Santana yelled, throwing herself back into the arms of her ex-boyfriend.
"Very well, go all soon, I called Brody. I warn you that we will use every corner of this apartment ..."
"Oh, wow, thank you, spare us the details." Santana yelled with a face, all three boys imitating her horrified look.
"Good evening Rachel." Adam said, starting toward the door drawing Kurt with him followed by the other two.
"Goodbye Rachel." Dave said through the door.
Once at Adam's, they had resumed the conversation where they left off and Dave had finally settled on an introduction to theater and guitar lessons. In his studies, he had settled on science, he didn't really see himself teaching arts and his grades in science were rather those that pulled up the most his average. Adam had been very good advice, his three years older and experience of the University had helped.
"You can see this in two ways. Either you take advantage of your summer course to already moving forward in your field of study. Either you take advantage to do something different. Something you dreamed of but never dared. Or even, you can kill two birds with one stone so to speak."
"So, I don't see how he can do that." Kurt interjected.
"Because, my dear future editor in chief of Vogue, you don't open your mind enough. The Introduction to theater for example, I'm not saying this in order that you choose it, it's an example. Well, the introduction to theater in appearance if you intend to teach science, it's just a course where you could have fun for a month. But if you look more closely, visualize a classroom, turn off the lights, and put one or two projectors on the teacher ..."
"OK, I see the connection. And now I think I want to take this course at once."
"Don't close your mind just because I gave an example."
"Sorry darling, your example was good; I think he should follow it."
"Hey, they have guitar lessons for beginners." Santana shouted scrolling over course offers on the computer on the coffee table while listening with one ear to the conversation.
"This is supposed to help him Santana ?" Kurt asked curtly.
"You don't open your mind here baby." Adam soothed by making small circles with his thumb on the back of Kurt's hand.
"Oh, shut up lovers! We perhaps didn't date for long and it might have been a cover but we talked a little nevertheless. Come on David, admit you dream of knowing how to play an instrument, but you don't take classes because you don't know if you'll manage. They have also piano but in my opinion, it is not for you piano, need flexible fingers for it. But if you take guitar, it's only six weeks, that gives you just the time to see if you like it. If not, you're set, and if the answer is yes, you can always take courses outside the university after."
"You see Kurt, that's it, open your mind. You should take the seed."
"Can I take guitar and introduction to theater? I mean, are the schedules compatible?"
"It depends. There are two sessions for guitar lessons if you want to take it at the same session that the course of theater, it's not at all in the same part of the campus and it's the same days and it only gives you a quarter of an hour to go from one to another. That means you must either pick one of the two, either you accept to block your whole summer to take guitar lessons at the other session."
"Since the idea is to have time to acclimate to my new city and make friends, I think it's not a bad idea to block my summer. And it's not as if it was to do something completely boring."
"There's already Sebastian who also goes to Chicago no?"
"I don't see very well the connection, but yes."
"So you already have a friend there."
"Yes, but he's not going to the same university and he won't at all study the same subject. I need good friends with whom studying right? This is how it works in college?"
"We're not in a sitcom, sometimes you don't get in to the college of your dreams, you land an internship at Vogue and you meet the perfect man by picking up your irritating best friend at NYADA for lunch." Adam joked.
"The perfect man, just that eh!" Kurt said with a small smile.
"I seem to remember that's what you said last night when ..."
"Oh no, they don't need the details I think." Kurt cut him off, blushing.
"He's serious? He believes that I don't want the juicy details? Looks like you don't know me at all porcelain." Santana said sarcastically.
"The question is not whether you want the details Santana, is that I'd rather you to not have them."
After this conversation, everyone had ended up going to bed. Adam had tried a discrete approach but Kurt had politely rejected him because he didn't intend to do ... it with Dave and Santana in the room next door. Which had brought Adam to ask when he would decide to move in with him so he'd have lots of nights to enjoy his boyfriend in peace. And Kurt had told him they had only been together for just three months and that it was too early. What had made Adam sigh knowing Kurt needed time before he'd really trust after what happened with Blaine.
Adam wanted to hate Blaine for that but still, Kurt and he had managed to once again become the best friends they were before they dated and Blaine had been there when Kurt had discovered that his father was sick. He remained a support for Kurt and he knew too well that life was not pink everyday for his boyfriend and all the support he could have was welcome. So yes, Blaine had made a mistake, but who has never done one, especially at 17. In fact, in other circumstances, Blaine and Adam might even have been friends.
Dave found himself lost in the building when he arrived at Loyola to settle a few weeks later. And he congratulated himself for having chosen to follow these summer courses to no longer have to worry about it when the real things begin in the fall. Sebastian was on vacation in France and he was alone to face this big change.
"Hey, look a bit where you go." a bubbly brunette launched while her ass met the ground after Dave's bag had shoved her.
"Oh, sorry, you okay, nothing broken?" he asked, holding out a hand to help her up.
"Yes, it's fine thank you." replied the girl taking the outstretched hand to get up.
"I'm sorry, I really didn't want to hurt you, I was just lost and I wasn't looking where I was going."
"I thought I saw that yes. My name is Jenny by the way." Jenny replied, laughing.
"Nice to meet you Jenny, my name is Dave."
"Well, Dave, you have to make you be forgiven now. I settle for a coffee to start."
"Just to be sure, you're not hitting on me?"
"It would be a problem?"
"Uh, listen, you seem to be nice so I prefer things to be clear, it's flattering if you're hitting on me, but you have no chance, I'm gay."
"Oh, that's good to know. And that means that you refuse to pay me a coffee to be forgiven?"
"No, it just means that it'll be just a coffee, not a date"
"I can live with that. Well if you agree to be friends of course."
"I should be able to live with that. Are you by any chance somewhat familiar with the building? I am looking for my room and I'm a little lost."
"Sorry, I just got here too. I don't even know how I managed to get to mine and I'm not even sure whether to go back tonight."
"Thanks anyway."
They exchanged their phone numbers and met again later in the day, once Dave had found his room and met his roommate who seemed much less open-minded than Jenny.
It was at the guitar class that Dave met Logan. He was rather tall, athletic, and blond, with piercing eyes. In fact, in this course, they were both a little out of place. There were not many boys, let alone boys built for sports such as football or hockey.
"Hi, I just spent ten minutes trying to talk to this guy in the corner there. He hardly answered me, he told me that football is a rough sport when I tried to tell him about the game yesterday that he preferred musicals and he finally told me to leave him alone because he's straight. I was just trying to be nice and talk to him but hey, I'm used to it. Please, tell me you went to the game yesterday." Logan had poured out, showing a little dark haired guy awaiting the beginning of the course sitting cross-legged on a bench, reading.
"No, sorry, I didn't see yesterday's game."
"Oh damn, am I supposed to make friends how if all the guys in the area are weird straights who don't like football?"
"I just said I didn't see yesterday's game, not that I don't like football. I actually used to play in high school. I wanted to go to the game yesterday, but don't make fun of me, I got lost, when I finally found the field, it was already begun for a long time, they didn't let me in."
"Phew, finally someone with whom I can talk. My name's by the way Logan." the boy said, extending his hand.
"Dave." the other replied, shaking the outstretched hand.
"What do you say about we go to the game together next time? It'll save you from getting lost."
"I'd be delighted."
"Let's start from the beginning and exchange our phone numbers."
They took out both their phones, each took one another's to enter his number and they swapped again.
"Well, now that we have settled stewardship, what do you think about the girl there? Sexy isn't it?" Logan asked, pointing to one girl sitting awaiting the start of the course.
"I don't know, she seems nice. Cute I guess, but she's not my type. What do you think yourself?"
"Not my type either."
"And what is your style then?"
"You." Logan replied without blinking. "Sorry, I offended you. Please tell me you're not gonna stop at that. I promise I know how to behave. You're safe with me." he added at full speed seeing Dave blush.
"No. There's no problem. It's just that I didn't think you were."
"Because I don't like musicals, I'm interested in football and I'm not dressed like a girl? My dear, your gaydar is flawed."
"Okay, you have a point."
"Okay, so tell me, what's your type? This one?" Logan asked, pointing to another girl. "I'm gay but I can make an effort for the buddies."
"No more." Dave replied, amused by Logan's unnecessary efforts in his case.
"Come on, be nice, and help me. I do this for you."
"Well, it would be more ... him actually." Dave said, pointing to the boy with whom Logan had tried to talk earlier. "But hey, given what you've told me about him, I'm not going to try. Gonna be hard, but we'll succeed in getting over him."
"I think I've already started. I suggest we do it together. Can I invite you to have a coffee after class?"
"Just to be sure, you're not hitting on me?"
"It would be a problem?"
"Not at all." Dave replied red as a tomato despite his smile.
"So yes, I'm hitting on you."
Coffee after the course was their first date. Followed by other dates after each of their courses. And quickly by more meaningful dates: dinners, movies, games, of course. There was a first kiss, an evening at the dormitory door of Dave, a second at the door of the house of the parents of Logan who grew up in Chicago. Obviously followed by other kisses and other things too, behind the closed door of Logan's room or Dave's dorm room when there was nobody else in the house or Dave's roommate was gone for the weekend.
Of course, Sebastian had heard about the story step by step, each time Dave and he had had a few minutes to talk via Skype or in text messages. Sebastian told his vacation in France, relatively little, just the good moments with his sister. He felt that Dave was happy in his new life, he seemed to get acclimated to the city and he longed for the fall so they'd be reunited and find new patterns together, even if they'd see each other less than before now that Dave was dating Logan.
Smooth, without them realizing it until the time comes, June 18 became July 18 and they were together for a month. For the occasion, Logan came to pick up Dave out of his theater classes and invited him to lunch at a small unpretentious dinner in the south of the city, close to the University of Chicago.
Dave Sebastian had warned three days earlier that he would be unreachable for a moment because he took the plane back to the United States, but he hadn't warned that he was coming straight to Chicago to begin his summer courses. He didn't want to interfere in the brand new happiness of the couple earlier than necessary and since he had never informed his friend that he planned to attend a class, he wasn't lying, he just hadn't said it. There was little chance they cross path by accident anyway, and Loyola University of Chicago being almost at opposite sides of Chicago.
It was forgetting that Logan had grown up in this city and was a regular almost everywhere. And not to mention on life that often decides for you coincidences of your meetings.
That day, Sebastian didn't feel like cooking after his courses and decided to look for a place to eat around the University before going home and maybe send a text message to Dave to wish him a happy anniversary of relationship with Logan. If he remembered correctly, it had been a month on that day they had made their relationship official.
When he entered the dinner another student had advised him, he didn't expect at all what happened. He went in the queue behind two other students. One of them turned slightly to kiss the cheek of the other, Sebastian froze. His brain told him to turn around before Dave could see that he was in Chicago without telling him but his legs refused to obey this order. He tried to look away, lower his head; mostly pretend he hadn't seen his best friend right in front of him.
Too late. Dave turned and a huge smile lit up his face instantly.
"Sebastian! Why didn't you tell me you were in Chicago? How was your trip?" Dave asked, taking his friend in his arms and keeping him there a little too long to the taste of Logan who didn't know who was the other boy.
"Um ... I've just arrived." Sebastian lied. "I was going to call you tomorrow. I wanted to give you the day with your boyfriend. It's been a month, right?"
"Oh yes, it's true." Dave said, finally breaking away from Sebastian and pulling back slightly to take the hand of Logan. "Logan, this is my best friend, Sebastian. Sebastian this is Logan."
"Nice to meet you." Sebastian said, reaching out to Logan. "Dave told me a lot about you."
Logan shook limply the extended hand, loosely trying to launch a little smile to Sebastian but failing. He had managed to hold it off until then, but seeing the interaction between the other two boys, his jealousy returned in full force, burning his stomach. It was obvious that these two were close, frankly, Sebastian had even better than them remembered that today was their anniversary. And suddenly he felt like the third wheel while he had come with his boyfriend.
