DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything related to Glee or 'Dalton' by CP Coulter. The first few lines are quotes taken directly from 'Dalton', chapter 26.

Author's Note: Hi! First off: A BIG THANKS TO THOSE WHO LEFT A REVIEW FOR, READ OR FOLLOWED MY OTHER STORIES: YOU GUYS ARE SUPER COOL!

This story came from a thought I had while sitting at home and thinking about Jogan(you know, as one does…): What would happen if Julian went into a coma and when he woke up he didn't remember anything about the fire or how he confessed his love to Logan? What would Logan do? It's the usual bit of angst and Jogan drama that I'm addicted to, so… please enjoy!

Oh! And I'm sorry if the medical stuff is seriously unrealistic, it's just a story and I'm not a doctor!

CHAPTER 1

"…I'm in love with you."

"I've been in love with you since we were freshmen!"

"-now that I've told you everything-can you please…for the love of God, Logan…forget everything I just said-and leave while you can!"

Julian's words zoomed around my head as I stared unseeingly at the cold and sterile patch of hospital floor in front of the chair I had been sitting in, practically permanently, for the past few weeks. Many of us Stuart boys, but predominantly Derek and me, had claimed certain chairs in the waiting room for our personal use. Everyone just knew not to sit in each other's chairs. My chair was the closest to the hallway and therefore to Jules' room. It made me closer to him and that was all I wanted. Julian's mother was still somehow restricting Julian's visiting hours but luckily she wasn't allowed to bar all of his friends from seeing him for at least half an hour each day, especially when we were pretty much camped out in the waiting room. We, or at least the other boys since I didn't really speak to anyone, had gotten to know the hospital staff really well and were on a first name basis with most of them. Out of natural instinct, my gaze lifted to the clock on the wall and I saw that it was four o'clock in the afternoon. Visiting hours for Jules.

Right on cue, Sarah, one of the nurses arrived, "You boys can go and see him.". I was out of my seat and rushing down the hall before she had even started speaking. I barged into Julian's room and pulled my chair (I had claimed this one too) as close to the bed as possible, said my usual greeting of, "Hey Jules." And was silent as the others filed in and respected the silence as I had previously demanded they do.

Julian had been pronounced comatose a couple of days after being first brought in after the fire. When he had first been brought in, the doctors thought he would be okay after a suitable amount of bed rest and the right medication. But then he hadn't woken up. And hadn't woken up. Until the doctors pronounced him comatose. They had said that if, and when, he woke up, they was a possibility of him having some brain damage. I hadn't listened to the details. All I was then and was still focussed on was the fact that Julian, Jules, my best friend of three years, my supposedly straight best friend had told me that he was in love with me. Not just that he loved me. But he was in love with me.

As I stared at his pale, thin but remarkably beautiful face all I could think of was He's in love with me. He's in love with me. He's in love with me. He's in love with me.

It was just too unbelievable. Julian was my best friend. He had always stuck with me. Okay, he had had to leave to do filming and shit like that, but he had always come back. He was one of the only ones who could match me, who could put me in my place when need be. He understood me. And if things had been different I would have fallen in love with him like a shot. In fact when I had first met him, before we had even spoken, I remember my cocky, young-self thinking Woah, hello! If he goes to this school then maybe it won't be so bad here after all. Although I would never say it to anyone, it had actually been the reason I had spoken to him. I was a gay guy, though I had never acted on it with him; especially since I had thought him to be as straight as a ruler, and of course I found Julian hot. Very hot. But he had been straight and I had put the two second-long thought out of my head as just a bit of harmless fun. Something I had planned on joking about with Jules at some future time. Now, there was no way I could do that. Not with my thoughts so muddled up. And not with Julian lying in a fucking coma, perhaps on his way to death without a proper goodbye.

At that thought my eyes started to well with tears and although I had spent so much time crying lately, it took every ounce of my willpower not to let them spill in front of the other guys in the room. Sarah came into the room soon afterwards and reluctantly, she was definitely on our side with the whole reduction-of-visiting-hours debacle, told us that our half an hour was up.

Derek ordered me back to Dalton to shower and get some real sleep and after seeing Julian and facing the very real possibility that he may die once again, I put up no real fight and left.

I wished I had fucking stayed. Trust Julian to have the worst fucking timing ever.

"Derek, what's wrong!? Is Jules okay?!", I asked with worriedness as I jumped out of bed and gathered my keys and wallet, I had slept in my clothes for this exact reason, flew out Stuart House and towards my car.

"Logan! Get to the hospital ASAP!", he responded but left off the crucial information.

"IS HE OKAY?", I shouted in anger. If there was something wrong or God forbid he had… I couldn't even finish the thought it was just too painful…

"He's awake!", Derek yelled. I hung up on him before he got another word in and sped off towards the hospital.

He's awake!

Not bothering to say anything to the crowd of people surrounding Julian's bed, I pushed roughly through them all, even Dolce, and flung myself at Julian.

"Logan…", his voice was raspy and weak.

"Julian… Oh God, I thought-", my voice hitched and I couldn't finish the sentence. I was crying but thankfully, my face was buried in his shoulder as I was still hugging him and no one noticed my muffled voice or tears.

When I finally pulled back I saw he was sitting up and looked alive but still gaunt-faced and exhausted. I didn't give a fuck. He was alive. He wasn't dead. Whatever was going to happen in the future didn't matter because in that moment I realised how much I cared about him. How much I loved him…wait. What? Loved? Oh shit.

My eyes widened at the realisation and I pulled further away when Derek spoke, "Logan, I need to speak to you…", I uncharacteristically didn't struggle as Derek pulled me through the small crowd and out of the room. I was pretty sure my face was white but Derek didn't seem to notice as he started to speak, "Lo… Julian doesn't, uh, remember some stuff.".

It took a while for me to process what he had said as I was still stuck on my realisation.

"Huh?", was all I managed. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him.

"He said he doesn't remember the fire.". I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him.

"What are you talking about?". I love him. I love him I love him. I love him.

"When Julian woke up, one of us mentioned the fire and he looked confused and asked 'What fire?'. He hasn't been awake for long enough to ask him any proper questions and the doctors are too busy setting up loads of tests so I'm not exactly sure how much he remembers of the past. He knew who we were so he at least remembers starting at Dalton and meeting us but, we don't know how much else.". I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him.

"Logan! Are you listening?", I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him.

Derek gave my shoulders a shake and I snapped out my thoughts long enough to ask, "What?".

"JULIAN MIGHT NOT REMEMBER THAT HE LOVES YOU!", he yelled. I listened this time.

"He...? Fuck.".

Was Derek seriously telling me that on the same day that I finally realised that I'm in love with Jules, he wakes up from his coma and might not remember that he loves me?

Irony was huge fucking bitch.

A/N: So that's the first chapter, only one more after this. Please take a second to leave me a review and tell me what you think! Also, if you are willing to beta read for me, please PM me!- Cloey van Zyl:)