A/N: I do not own Dalton, I do not own Glee.

Julian had been acting strange lately, so odd that even Logan had been able to pull himself out of his self-pity to notice. Not like Logan didn't ever notice things about Julian, but usually when Logan was hung up over some guy, Julian wasn't around for that for Logan to notice anything unusual. And the fact that Logan even noticed that trend, was starting to bug him that he was noticing all these things about Julian for once. Of course he had to pick the time his best friend had holed himself up in his room, shutting Logan out for some (probably stupid) reason, to notice anything about him.

But Logan is noticing, and he's not liking the uncomfortable feeling he's getting about all of this. Even Derek has been on edge with him, so he knows something is up if Derek has his panties in a twist. And even though all Logan really wanted to do was lay in his bed, angsting over Kurt (because, come on, WHY would anyone choose Blaine over him? Sure, he loved Blaine. Once. But Kurt deserved better. Kurt deserved him), he knew that he needed to sort out Julian. And he knew that no matter what he thought, the whole…Blaine/Kurt situation was happening as it should. He just didn't like the "un-loved" and "I chose him over you in a heartbeat" feeling that came along with this whole situation. It was easier to stew over things than deal with them and move on. But he didn't have time to stew over things. He needed to fix his best friend, so he could go back to bitching to him about how nothing is going right.

Logan got up from his chair and crossed the room, out his door and pounded his fist onto Julian's door.

"LARSON. LET ME IN." All he heard was silence. "DAMMIT LARSON. I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE."

It was quiet, but Logan heard it all the same, "No." It wasn't angry, it was just tired and sounded slightly watery like Julian had been crying. But that couldn't have been right. Julian didn't cry. Logan was new to all this "noticing things about Julian" phase, so he was pretty sure he just noticed wrong. All the same, he softened his voice.

"Please Jules. Just open the door."

"I can't."

"What do you mean you can't?"

"I just…I can't will myself to move."

Logan may be new to all this noticing stuff, and he may still be in a rough spot with his feelings himself, but he knew that he hadn't heard Julian wrong. He knew Julian was suffering from something behind those closed doors. So Logan took initiative and opened Julian's door. What he saw when he stepped in was not what he was expecting. He looked around and suddenly he was noticing everything.

The piles of tissues erupting from the trashcan in the corner, the low hum of a very sad love song playing from Julian's computer, the clothes all over the floor – very unlike Julian – looking like he stepped out of them and didn't care enough to pick them up. The way that Julian was curled up on his bed, bags under his eyes, clutching a tissue, looking like he was fighting with himself to fall asleep, and losing.

"Jules. Are you ok?"

"Does it look like I'm ok?" Julian managed to mumble.

"No. You look like shit." At that, Julian sat up and looked at Logan.

"Well thanks. Nice of you to notice. Now get the fuck out."

Logan moved over to sit on the side of Julian's bed. "And let you wallow? Nah. I think I'd rather stay here and find out why the fuck you've locked yourself up in this room for the past 3 weeks and you won't talk to me, or even let me talk to you."

"So you noticed."

"Yup."

"That's new."

"Yeah I'm trying it out. So far it's led me to see that you're miserable, and I want to know why."

"I can't tell you that."

"Why not?"

"Because I promised myself I would never tell you."

"So sing it to me."