A/N: First Sebofsky fic! Yay, go me!

Summary: "Dave, where's that list?" "What list?" Sebofsky angsty fluff.

Disclaimer: I humbly acknowledge that I don't own Glee.

"Dave, where's that list?" asked Sebastian.

"What list?" Dave asked as he dumped a pile of clothes in a box.

"The 'things I need to do before I leave for school' list," said Sebastian. "Remember? I helped you make it so that you wouldn't forget anything."

"Oh yeah," said Dave, remembering. "I think it's in my desk. I'll get."

Sebastian waved his hand. "I'm closer. You keep packing."

Dave had a worried look on his face. Sebastian had helped him make the list but Dave had added some things afterwards.

"Got it!" cried Sebastian triumphantly. "Please tell me you're going to be slightly more organized at college. I doubt whoever your roommate is will appreciate your stuff going everywhere." Dave laughed. He was kind of messy. Sebastian turned to the list in his hand. "'Talk to Kurt about when to Skype'?"

"Check," answered Dave.

"'Reassure Dad that you'll be fine on your own'?"

"Check times a million."

"'Pack'?"

"Getting there."

"'Finally tell Seb'…?" Sebastian trailed off. "I didn't write that."

Dave sighed. "I know. I wrote it."

"What did you write it for?"

"Obviously, I wrote it to remind me to tell you something before I left," said Dave.

"What was it?" asked Sebastian.

Dave looked away from his friend. "I don't remember," he said quietly.

"Bull," said Sebastian. "You remember and you just don't want to tell me."

"Yes, okay? You're right. I don't want to tell you. No, I do want to tell you, I just can't tell you."

"Why? We tell each other everything."

"I know," sighed Dave as he sunk onto his overflowing bed. "It's just that this is different."

"You know I won't think any less of you right?" asked Sebastian.

"I know Seb, I know."

"Then tell me."

"Can we just drop it for now? Please?"

"No," said Sebastian. "You're the one that wrote it on the list."

"The list that I never meant for you to find again."

"Well you didn't exactly try very hard."

Dave snapped. "What do you want me to say Seb? Want me to say how much it hurts when we go to Scandals and you dance with everyone except me? Want me to say how happy I've been these last few months because I knew you'd drive two hours if I called you? Want me to say that it kills me every time you talk about the drunken loser you hooked up with last night?" Dave paused to catch his breath. When he spoke again it was much quieter. "Want me to tell you that the next thing I wrote on the list is 'ask Blaine to check up on Seb'? Or do you just want me to tell you how much I love you?"

Sebastian stood stuck in place, dumbfounded by what he had just heard. He opened his mouth to say something and then closed it again. He took a moment to carefully craft his words.

"You told me you hated dancing at Scandals so I never forced you," he said. "Of course I'd drive here for you because it was worth it to see you. And I haven't hooked up with anyone since I met you. It wasn't worth it anymore to fuck somebody when I loved somebody else." Sebastian took advantage of Dave's stunned silence to cross the room and capture Dave's mouth with his own. "I love you Dave," he said when he pulled away.

"I love you too Seb," said Dave leaning forward for another kiss but Sebastian stopped him.

"You'd better Skype me more than Kurt," he said.

"Of course," said Dave. "Kurt's not my boyfriend." Sebastian smiled and accepted the kiss.

A/N: There are three ships that I love: Klaine, Niff, and Sebofsky. Notice a pattern? And I love them all because they're all so different!