A/N: So I decided after a long time of having this only on my tumblr to post my drabbles in an easier to manage story here on fanfiction! Basically, whenever I post a drabble I'll post it here from now on too. Just so they're all together in one place. Keep in mind, these are, in fact, drabbles, and some of them really won't be that long.

Title: Beat

Word Count: 397

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of the characters from Dalton. They belong to FOX and CP Coulter, respectively.

The only things separating them were a thick pane of glass and four surgeons scurrying around the operating room. Logan stood, watching with bright green eyes filled with tears. It was all his fault. He should have been there sooner…no. He should have just been there, should have seen that something was wrong. Then maybe Julian wouldn't be here. He'd be at Dalton , sleeping or reading, or maybe off shooting a new movie. Anything would be better than this. Well, almost anything.

The steady beeping of the heart monitor halted, and one solid, terrifying tone filled the air. Logan 's mouth ran dry, and his hands began shaking. No, no, no, no—

"He's flat lining!" one of surgeons, a female with bright red hair called.

Don't you leave me, Julian! Don't you dare fucking leave me! Logan wanted to scream, but he remained frozen in place, completely unaware of anything around him but the boy lying on the table and the way he looked so peaceful, almost like he was asleep, even when all around him was in utter chaos. Nothing could hurt him at the moment. He was far from harm. The only thing that gave away that something was terribly wrong was the blood staining several towels on a small table next to him. And the giant gash marring his stomach.

"Please…don't—I can't…I need you, Jules," Logan whispered, hand clamped on the fabric his shirt, right above his heart, which felt as though someone had reached into his chest and twisted it into a mangled heap. It was hard to breathe, and—and—

The lone sound gave way to a gentle stream of beep, beep, beep. Everyone seemed to relax upon hearing it.

Logan's shoulders slumped, but one hand remained tightly fisted in his shirt while the other clenched the sill of the window he was looking into. Everything was all right. Julian was still alive, his heart was still beating. The sound of the monitor was the most beautiful noise in the world, with the exception of Logan being able to press his ear against Julian's chest and hear his actually heartbeat. God, Logan wanted to do that so badly…

"You don't have to watch this, Lo. I can stay here if you want to leave," Derek said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm not going anywhere." Not now. Not ever again.