In A Wonderland, They Lie

Seven things that never happened to Angel and Collins.

A/N: First fanfic I've dared to publish on here , so... here ya go! I have the majority of this written, and updates will come as quickly as I can write. I'm a musical theater major with a funky schedule, but hopefully, that won't impair updates. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Do not own; wish I did, because there's no way in HELL I would let Vanessa Hudgens play Mimi.

i. Don't Stand So Close to Me

Professor Tom Collins takes another swig of his bland, lukewarm coffee; his favorite mug leaving a wet ring on the essays he has to grade tonight. He rolls his eyes and shifts the pile out of the way of his mug. His fingers itch to grab one of several joints he has tucked away in the top right-hand drawer of his desk and light up, but he restrains himself. Only another ten minutes or so before he can escape to one of the courtyards and blaze up. His students are taking an exam and murmuring amongst themselves, but Collins doesn't care. He has a terrible hangover after Roger's show last night (alright, this morning) and the pounding behind his eyes is growing stronger and stronger.

The party last night had been wild. It was Roger's birthday, and the Well Hungarians had a show at CGBG's. The gang had stayed late after the show: smoking, drinking and generally loving life. He and Maureen had gotten into a drinking contest, which he managed to beat her at (but just barely). He felt warm and fuzzy and mellow, and the bowl or two that he smoked in the bathroom certainly helped. More than once, Collins had found a pretty young girl wrapped around him. He was flattered, but patiently peeled each girl off and directed them toward Roger or Benny. There had, however, been a young man he couldn't take his eyes off all night. A young Latino man, whose skin seemed as sweet and soft as caramel, was sitting at the bar nursing what appeared to be a screwdriver. He wore a tight red tank top and black jeans that seemed to be almost painted on. Collins hadn't actively pursued, let alone thought about, the male sex in several years, but this young man positively made his mouth water. Collins caught his eye and a sweet smile spread across the other man's face. He cocked his head in a clear invitation for Collins to join him. Collins grinned and slammed his Stoli on the rocks, before-

"Collins! Baby, where have you BEEN all night?" Maureen draped herself over his shoulders and playfully licked his face. "Marky's buying another round and you sure could use the free booze, baby!"

"One sec, Mo-" He glanced back to where the young man had been sitting to find him gone. Collins groaned before following Maureen back to their table. He plopped down between Roger and Mark, grabbing a shot of what was probably whiskey off the table and slamming it. His friends cheered him on- "Collins, you're like a fucking TANK!" Roger had crowed- but he really just wanted to find that man. Who was he? Did he know Roger? Why was he at the bar?

The bell rings, shaking him out of his stupor. His headache immediately intensifies as his students run out of class, slamming their exams on his desk as they vie to be free of educational torment. After his classroom is empty, he groans and takes another swig of his now cold coffee.

"Professor Collins?"

He swallows hard, setting his mug down a little too hard for normalcy. He glances up at the student: it's Angel Schunard, in baggy sweatpants, a fitted t-shirt and a beanie, which just barely manages to keep his shaggy dark hair out of his eyes. "What can I do for you, Angel?" He asks, leaning back in his chair. "Did you have trouble with the exam?"

Angel laughs and his cheeks flush a dusky pink. "No sir." He is then silent and simply gazes at Collins, the corners of his mouth lifted ever-so-slightly in a smile. Collins doesn't quite know what to make of this.

"It's been a long day, Angel." He eventually says, his eyes betraying how tired he is. "You can always talk to me, but I'm exhausted, so just tell me what's bothering you or what you want." He is really reaching to remain patient and understanding when he really just wants to light up a joint and go home to bed.

"You, Professor." Angel responds simply, as innocently as if he was discussing grades with Collins. "I want you."

Collins is far too tired for a big reaction, but he is clearly taken aback. His breath catches and blood rushes to his face, among other places. He fumbles for his coffee and manages to swallow some without dribbling on himself. "Excuse me?" He manages.

Angel scoots his lithe body onto Collins' desk, now sitting on top of his classmates' essays. "I want you." He repeats slowly. "Last night, at CGBG's, you couldn't take your eyes off me. And I wanted you so badly." He says this last bit rather breathily, a light giggle escaping. "And I still do."

And then it hits Collins. The man across the room had been Angel! He had certainly dressed up for the club last night and the difference was incredible. Angel is even attractive now, in his sweats and beanie. He remembers how delicious he had looked last night- the red making his skin and eyes pop, how unbelievably tight his jeans had been- and closes his eyes, savoring the image. But this is his student. "Mr Schunard-"

"Angel."

Collins inhales deeply. "Angel. How old are you, exactly?" He asks, massaging his temples and shutting his eyes.

"I'm 20." And suddenly, there are small, soft hands rubbing his neck. Soft puffs of warm breath hit his ear, and he shudders. A soft moan escapes his lips. "No day but today, baby."

"How did you get into CGBG's?" Something, anything to distract him from how much he wants him.

"A really good fake id." Angel is lightly nibbling on his ear now.

Collins wants to protest. Everything that's moral and logical in him is screaming in protest. He's a student, he's too young, Collins hasn't even been with another man in so long! But he voices none of this. Something is drawing him to Angel, even if he's not quite sure what it is. The releasing tension in Collins' shoulders, combined with the sweet smell of Angel's breath and the stress of the day makes his decision for him. He spins in his chair in the blink of an eye: Angel's hand slide around to the back of his neck and he gracefully tumbles into Collins' lap. "You okay, honey?" Collins rumbles, his voice resonating through his chest and pleasantly buzzing through Angel's body.

"I'm afraid so." Angel whispers, pressing his body against Collins before kissing him deeply. Collins is immediately engulfed in a pleasantly warm sensation, even though goosebumps are rising on his skin. This... this is good. This is yes. Collins doesn't stop to analyze the nonsense running through his mind, all he can focus on his the delicious sensation on his lips and the sinful little body pressing against his. Time is passing, but neither man cares. They're lost in their own world of feeling, senses and unidentifiable emotions. A sudden bang from the hallway outside the classroom startles Collins, and he gently pries himself away from Angel. The two gaze at each other before laughing. It is clear to Collins that he and Angel have intense chemistry and a great dynamic. Before he actually can think about it, he blurts, "Come home with me."

Angel raises an eyebrow but smiles, looking rather pleased. "That was easier than I anticipated." He admits with a laugh.

Collins blushes. "That wasn't quite what I meant, but... well..." He laughs now, surprised at how comfortable he is with Angel. "I want to take you to dinner, and I want you to meet my friends." He states, gently stroking Angel's cheek with his thumb.

"Okay." Angel murmurs before leaning in and kissing Collins again. This kiss is slower and more intense than their previous, and Collins can practically feel himself melting into his chair. He isn't sure of what's going to come of this, but he has a good feeling about the rest of the school year.

And there's chapter one! I have part two finished and am about halfway through part three. Feel free to leave feedback; concrit is just as loved as regular reviews!