AN: I just discovered this in my Documents box. Figured I would post it, see if it is worth any. Hopefully it isn't a complete disappointment. Wow, I haven't felt this rush from posting in a long while! Well... here goes!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee, which the concept of Dalton was taken from. I also do not own Dalton, which is owned by the ever admirable CP Coulter, whom also owns the characters in this story. Besides Mikayla, she is OC and totally mine. (: I also do not own any brand mentioned.
He didn't want to party? Then I'd meet him there.
Had to be sure Logan made it in with no alcohol so I figured I couldn't let my sequin shirt go to waste. The Twins' party was just starting to get out of hand when I decided to step out. Too many people, not enough light, too much booze. Of course no one would ever know I felt that way, I'm Mikayla, Logan's party girl cousin who's almost Derek's equivalent in every way imaginable. Partier, seducer, big contender, 4.0 GPA with an unimaginable track record; that's me. No one knows the real me. Logan hardly remembers my full name, but he knows. He cares, deep, deep, deep, deep, down, like past the anger, sanity (or lack of) and obsession for Alice.
I feel like a granny though. No, seriously. Napped on the flight back to Ohio, then once I got to my dorm I changed into my large Geek sweatshirt and Victoria's Secret sweat pants. The raccoon slippers kept my feet warm and in each hand I held a bottle of something.
The march to Stuart house wasn't very long, but it was a cold one. I used my special keycard to make it all the way to the third floor and to the entrance of Derek's single room. He looked up fast with wide eyes, "What – what are you doing...here?"
I shrugged, "Figured no one should spend New Year's alone," I held up the bottles. "Brought drinks."
Sometimes I don't walk, sometimes I saunter.
"So you came back from the Tweedle's party? Like that?" He asked incredulously, eyebrow raised and all.
"No, I was appropriately dressed. Just figured I get comfy." My smile was not condescending; it was not the plan to seduce. I jumped onto his bed in front of him with my feet tucked securely under me. Innocence was all this was.
He just smiled back.
I'm not sure where it all escalated. Perhaps at midnight where we could hear the fireworks from afar. Maybe at the point the flat screen over his dais displayed the ball drop in New York. When our knees touched, when I looked up to see he was already looking at me. Not in a creepy way but in a, he's watching you because he wants to kind of way. When his hand was secured on my cheek and he said, "We don't have to do anything."
You know when you're a kid, and you're told you can't do something but that only makes you want to do it more. It was one of those moments.
I just wanted to show him I could, he could, and we could. We could.
We did.
