AN: So...as I said, this is a Jogan fic (and yeah, maybe some other CP's characters popped in my head...but it's still Jogan!) but I really didn't know how to tell this story without them. It takes place after Showdown and the whole creepy scenario in front of Stuart House.

Ok, before you read it, I just want to say three things: 1. It's been like four years since I hadn't wrote ANYTHING! 2. This is actually the first story I've finished so I'm really proud of it. And 3. Well...uhm...english is not like my strenght. In fact, I live in Peru, I talk spanish and...well...english classes weren't the most interesting ones in school so my english is...well...awful...That's why I really like to thank Chiara, Akemi and Google to help me correct my fic. I love all three of you 3

So, ok, any comment or constructive criticism is always welcome. I hope you enjoy to read it as I enjoyed writing it :)

I do not own Glee, nor Dalton, nor any of the characters in this story. Everything came from Ryan Murphy and CP Coulter (so thank you too, guys!)

Logan gave up on making scenarios in his head about how the conversation with Kurt and Blaine will go on. He decided to tell Kurt the whole truth about everything that had happened last year. But how can he start? When exactly everything began? How could he explain all that went through his mind: how did he feel, why did he act the way he acted with everyone close to him?

He threw his cell phone into his bed and sighed. That was it for today. No more Kurt and Blaine thoughts. No more thoughts about anyone else but him, like it's always been. He stood up and looked around his quiet, lonely room. "Where the hell is Derek?" Whatever. Right now he just wanted to take a shower. A long, steamy shower would allow him to put his mind in blank for at least some minutes since, well, now it seems like forever.

Julian couldn't understand what happened after he opened the door to leave Dalton forever. Images were trying to fit in his head but everything was so damn confusing. Hell, that kind of shit felt like something taken from a Stephen King's book, or from an actor's worst nightmare. So yeah, his nightmare. His nightmare and a Stephen King's book. And he leaving because of a love that will never happen… add Jane freaking Austen to the equation and you get a horror chick flick movie. He couldn't react. He could not even feel Derek dragging him across the common room. The sound of a door closing seemed like a far away echo. Something was really wrong but nothing made sense anymore. Did he just saw a mutilated picture of himself covered in, what it happen to look like, blood? Was this actually a nightmare? While walking upstairs he considered that possibility: maybe a door actually did close, maybe Derek had entered to his room to take the notebook he lend Julian a couple days ago and Julian never gave it back because he couldn't remember where exactly did he left it. And maybe the feeling of being pulled by someone was Derek trying to wake him up whether from the nightmare or to know where his notebook was. Maybe that was it.

"Julian, Julian! Hey, Larson, answer me!"

A strong shake made Julian came back to reality. So this was happening after all.

"Huh?"

"Are you okay, man?"

How exactly did he end up in Derek's room?

"What?"

"Dude, what was that all about?"

At least he wasn't crazy. Something morbid happened, it wasn't a hallucination.

"I- I don't…"

"I mean, those sick fans of yours are really getting psycho now!"

"I… I- What?"

"Fans, man! Really psycho chicks. That was sick! Should we call the police or your agent or someone?"

Julian couldn't think straight. There was something extremely weird in the whole situation. Yes, his fans knew where he was at the moment and, yes, in the past he had to put up with some strange 'love acts', as he decided to call them, but nothing like that.

"I need some water"

Derek looked at him worried. He reached a bottle from his desk and handed it to Julian, who was sitting on his hands looking at some tiny device on the other bed.

"Julian," asked Derek again, he had listened to some of Julian's stories about crazy fans and had witnessed a couple in Dalton but this one wasn't funny or lame. It was a threat. It was a sick threat "should I call the cops?"

After a long pause where Julian was trying to taste every sip of the insipid water he looked finally at Derek: he had concern and fear printed in his face.

"No, no, just… leave it"

"Julian, didn't you see the same sick shit that I do? We should do something! That isn't normal, not even for a fan, man!"

Julian now was focused on the half-emptied bottle. His elbows rested on his knees. Somehow, the stillness of the water calmed him.

"Just…leave it"

Derek stared at his friend. He looked confused but oddly calm with the whole situation. Maybe he didn't realize yet what just happened. He sighed and sat on his desk chair copying the exact position Julian was. Maybe all they needed was silence.

"Oh-"

Suddenly, a long figure came out of the bathroom. A white towel wrapped his waist while a second one was in his hands trying to take off the excessive amount of water off his blond hair. If this would've been a different moment, when Julian looked up he would examine every inch of Logan's body. He would have stopped in the V-line that started in his hips and went down to an unknown, yet, tempting place Julian sometimes caught himself thinking about and immediately shook his head to make those thoughts disappear. He would contemplate his white torso with patience even though he had already seen his bare chest a couple of hundred times while summering in The Hamptons, or when he suddenly entered into Julian's room to make a quick change of outfit just because "that doesn't suit you, Jules. It looks better on me". Julian never allowed himself to stare, not even to care about the fact that his beloved sometimes uses clothes the actor hasn't worn yet. Those are the ones that Julian hesitates to send to the laundry, to wash his scent. Of course, he decided to keep one with him. Just one polo the blond took right before the whole Logan/Blaine/I-don't-even-pretend-to-know-his-name fiasco began. That polo was still in Julian's closet, folded in a corner where no one could see it, not even him. He never wore it, he never look at it, he never smell it. It was just the thought of keep having his smell with him that Julian liked. And now, that same polo was still in the same corner as it had always been among other things he left unpacked pretending he had forgotten them.

But no.

He couldn't either look at that blond messy hair of his that molds perfectly with his beautiful face. That same hair that every now and then let some drops to fall into his chest and got lost in the white towel. Julian didn't felt envy of those drops. He didn't wonder neither what if someday his fingers would make the same route as those lucky and fearless drops. He just looked right to his eyes. And there they were. Those hazily, beautiful, deep green eyes that he always looked and never was afraid to do it when they were fighting. Not even at freshmen year when they first met. Julian wasn't afraid, he looked at him with that charming smile and those piercing brown eyes and Logan finally met a worthy contender just at that very right moment. 'Well, how about that…-' Logan thought, he wasn't willing to break the stare neither 'actor-guy has balls'.

And all the fights, the name calling and the sarcastic comments prove him right through all this years.

"What's going on?"

Derek finally looked away from his crossed fingers to watch Julian's reaction.

"Nothing"

No. Something really huge was happening. Julian was leaving because he couldn't keep hurting himself. Some creepy fan just made it pretty clear that, whatever Julian was doing, the fan didn't like it. But it wasn't Derek's place to tell, and if his friend didn't want Logan to know, then, he will respect his decision.

"You're lying, Jules," he looked concerned at his friend "you can be an actor but you're not that good"

Julian let his face draw a tiny incredulous smile. Did Logan just offend him? Never breaking eye-contact he just replied.

"And apparently now you are concern about others? Come on Logan, give me a break"

Logan wasn't expecting that reaction at that time of the night and in his own room. He sighed annoyed and drop the hair towel onto his bed.

"Charming, Larson, as always. If you don't wanna tell me it's your god damn business. I don't even care"

"You never care" Julian murmured apparently not that soft. Logan was getting irritated.

"You know what, Jules? Yes. I never care. I bet you're crying now because some director didn't cast you for some shitty movie, or your agent just called to tell you that you were not chosen 'Hottest man of the year' by some stupid teen magazine." That strange heat running through his veins embraced him. He felt that same thing right before the fight with Blaine last year; he felt it come with strength when he saw in New York that video of Kurt and Blaine singing and loving each other. Now, he felt it every time he saw Julian's daring eyes, but he stood still. "Real people have real problems, Julian, get over it".

"Logan, that's enough!" A strong voice came from one side of the room. Derek never losing his peace while talking.

"Shut up, Derek"

Suddenly, Julian stood up and took a couple of steps closer to Logan. The distance between them was still considerable.

"Oh, sorry, Your Majesty. Did I annoy you with my fake problems at this ungodly hour? Do you have to take your beauty sleep to look great for Kurt in the morning? Because, who knows, maybe tomorrow will be the day Kurt finally realizes that he doesn't love Blaine. In fact, maybe right now he is thinking "Yeah, Logan is way better than Blaine. I totally love how he has to be drugged in order to have a decent conversation with him. Definitely, an egocentric, bipolar, wise-ass sounds like a nice catch!'"

Logan ran into Julian's throat. He pushed his friend and threw him onto Derek's bed. Julian didn't even fight him. He saw that coming, he could predict his impulsiveness. As a matter of fact, he wanted that to happen. Derek did not react on time but when he saw Logan on top of Julian with his hands in his throat he jumped to break his two friends apart.

"Stop it, Logan! Get off!"

"Shut up, Derek!" both guys replied at the same time with their eyes still locked in each other.

"No! That's enough!" Derek gathered all his strength and managed to remove Logan's hands from where they were. Logan wasn't choking Julian… There was still some part of him that kept controlling the force in his hands. He just felt the rush to scare his friend.

When Logan finally stood up he was still furious but a soft voice in his brain told him to take a deep breath. Logan adjusted his towel and turned away taking his pajamas from under his pillow and locked himself in the bathroom again.

Julian turned his head just a bit to watch Logan disappear through the door. He wasn't crying, although all the water that fell from Logan's hair into his face doesn't seemed like just that from Derek's perspective. He sat on the bed and straight up his shirt. Derek sighed, not sure about what to do next, but he didn't have the time: Julian stood up and opened the door. He left Derek's room without a word. He felt sick. His room suddenly sounds like a great place to hide, although, the stalker might've already know where it was. It didn't matter. He felt the urge to sleep for days.

Logan went out of the bathroom with his silk pajamas already adjusting to the shape of his body. He was calm now. Derek was holding his cell phone in one hand and his pajamas, an old sports tee and a sweat pant, in the other.

"What the hell-?"

"I'm not staying here, you lunatic!" Derek was full of rage. He couldn't even look at Logan at the moment. He fought back the urge to punch his friend repeatedly and just closed the door after he left. Maybe Bailey would want some company for the night. Logan stood still for a moment, staring at the door. He wasn't sure how did all began.

"Fuck it"

Logan opened the white satin sheets and let himself feel lost in between them. He stared at the stony roof high above him and sighed. That's what happens when you concern about others, he thought remembering the conversation he had with himself before. Fuck everyone else.

He closed his eyes.

Tomorrow would be a long day.