DISCLAMIER: I do not own anything related to Glee or 'Dalton' by CP Coulter.

Author's Note: My obsession with Glee and Jogan is defiantly reaching its peak, although that's not to say that it will start decreasing now… I was visiting my sister in Johannesburg (a big city in South Africa for those of you who don't know) last weekend when I was struck by the idea for this story and I was just itching to get home to my laptop and start writing before I lost the inspiration. So here's some more Jogan for the world, straight from my obsessed mind!

CHAPTER 1

"So you aren't even going to tell me his name?", I sighed into the phone I was speaking into.

Kelvin laughed on the other end of the phone call, "No! I told you it's a surprise.".

"You make it sound like I know him or something.", I looked at myself in the full-length mirror and narrowed my eyes in concentration as I tried to decide whether my stylist's suggestion of the bow tie looked better than the skinny tie I had had on five minutes previously. Deciding I didn't like it, I shook my head at the woman standing behind me and she moved to remove the bow tie.

"Trust me, you don't know him. You would know if you knew him.", Kelvin's voice even turned mushy and pathetic when he spoke about this new mystery boyfriend (at least mystery to me as he refused to tell me his name or show me a picture).

"He's really that hot, huh?", I asked as a smile played over my lips.

Kelvin Paulson was an actor who had starred alongside me in my latest movie. He was a hot gay man who was an actor and modelled for several famous clothes lines. His attractiveness and skills at acting made him popular and sought after in the entertainment industry and his openness and unabashed status as a gay man made him popular among gay and lesbian people alike. Admittedly he wasn't always the sharpest pencil in the box but he was a good friend and very good at what he did for a living (looking hot and crying on cue).

"You have no idea, Julian. Think of the hottest man you've ever seen and my boyfriend is a hundred times more sexy.".

I laughed at this, "But he's got a nice personality too I hope.", I teased lightly.

"He's the most amazing and well-rounded person I've ever met. He's caring and sweet but also passionate and dedicated.", he gushed.

"Don't make me too jealous, Kelvin. You're just emphasising the fact that I still do not have a boyfriend or even a date for tonight.", I teased further.

"You know you could have anyone you wanted right? You're the one who chooses to be alone.", he pointed out.

How right he was. I was Julian freaking Larson for God's sake. Hot, young, rich, famous. I had everything going for me. People had even accepted the fact that I was bisexual. And I could have any guy or girl I wanted. Any except for the only one that I really wanted. The one who I had confessed my love for in a burning building nine years earlier. But that was all before I left Dalton and that life behind.

After the fire, I had left for good. For a while everything was different, until it all became normal. I hadn't seen him or Derek since then. I had completely cut myself off from that part of my life. Nowadays only the most die-hard fans knew that I had ever attended a school, let alone Dalton Academy in Ohio. I had tried to forget and although I could never completely, it was pretty easy to keep the thoughts at bay for most of the time. I had never been able to push the feelings for him away though. They didn't leave me alone. I had tried sleeping with randoms and be wooed by rebounds. But nothing so far had worked and after nearly a decade, I had given up hope of ever being able to move on.

I was pulled out of my thoughts of…him… by Kelvin, "Julian? You there?".

"What? Oh, yeah, no, I'm here. Sorry.", I stumbled over my words.

Kelvin wasn't fazed, "No problem. Hey, I gotta run, meeting my boyfriend in fifteen. See you later,", he was about to end the call before he added, "And just relax- the movie's going to be fucking amazing!".

I tried to smile before saying goodbye and hanging up. I was nervous for tonight. My new movie, in which Kelvin was also starring was a big leap for me. It was a lot grittier, more real. I had been trying to get involved with more mature stuff lately. I was sick and tired of being labelled a child-star as I was headed on the home-stretch towards thirty and at twenty-six, I wasn't too keen on the same type of tween fangirls that I attracted ten years before.

"The movie's great. You're great. Stop worrying, it'll be awesome. Go get them! You're Julian Larson. Julian fucking Larson! A fucking-awesome-hot-sexy-beast-of-an-actor!", I sat in the stationary limo, giving myself a pep talk before stepping out onto the red carpet and facing the scrutinising cameras and endless interviews.

"Sir?", the driver asked me. I could tell he was holding in a laugh watching the normally put-together Julian Larson in a nervous state.

"Yeah, okay. I'm going.", I muttered and straightened my tie before putting on my camera-ready smile and flinging the door open to face the fans.

The walk down the red carpet was expectedly interrupted every three steps. My name was called from seemingly every direction but none of it fazed me. I must have done this a million times, a routine that I've had memorized for years.

Smile, laugh, pose, sign my name on everything presented to me, from an old receipt to some crazy old lady's forehead, and then exchange charming banter with the interviewers, only the ones my manager has told me to talk to that is. Easy peasy.

I met a few co-stars and others involved with the movie and stopped to laugh and greet them as the lights of the cameras flash around us.

I was just starting to wonder where Kelvin and his so-called perfect boyfriend were when I caught sight of the most unexpected and, I still swear to this day, unwelcome sight I could have imagined.

There, in all of his blonde-haired and green-eyed glory, was the biggest asshole, worst-and-best-thing-to-have-ever-happened-to-me, John Logan Wright III.

My mind hadn't properly processed this information when something else caught my eye. Kelvin. Or at least Kelvin's hand. Which appeared to be attached to Logan's hand.

HUH?

"Julian!", my eyes were pulled away from the confusingly linked hands and I found the two men standing right in front of me. How did they get over here so fast? What is even going on? I can't believe Logan is here.

"Logan?", I asked before I could even do anything else and stared incredulously at the tall blonde man in front of me. He had changed a lot. His hair was longer and he even had a little stubble. His eyes were the same but the expression in them was one that I barely knew. I'm surprised that I was even able to recognise him from a distance. His expression faltered at the sound of my voice and I saw the smallest slither of recognition in his eyes before it was gone and all that was left were two beautiful but blankly friendly green eyes.

Kelvin's voice broke the silence but not mine and Logan's eye contact, "Logan? Who's- wait, do you know each other?", Kelvin looked confused while his eyes darted between the two of us.

Logan broke the eye contact and he looked over at Kelvin with a- wait, is that…loving? - smile, "'Course not, I think I would know if I had ever met Julian Larson before, right?", he gave an odd sort of chuckle and held his hand out to me with an air of friendly indifference, "It's nice to meet you, Kelvin's told me all about you.".

Um. Excuse me? This can't be right. This man is Logan Wright. The man who messed me up so bad that I will never be able to be even remotely normal in my life, the man who I confessed my love to while being held at knife-point by a stalker of mine. He was my best friend for three years, I knew absolutely everything about him and is still, unfortunately, the love of my life and now he's honestly going to stand in front of me after nine years of zero contact whatsoever and try to act like he has never met me? Yeah. Not happening.

"You too. Kelvin's been gushing about you for days now.".

Hold up. I thought I had decided he wasn't going to get away with this act. Clearly another part of me didn't agree.

Kelvin blushed sweetly and Logan reached to take his hand once more.

"Good things I hope.", he laughed charmingly. Stupid asshole.

"Of course.", I smiled, albeit tightly.

Kelvin grinned in delight, "Well, I had to make sure that Julian would like you, John, he's my best friend you know.".

John? He goes by John now? He hates his first name!

My acting skills pulled me through my shock and I managed a light laugh, "And as his best friend I need to make sure that his boyfriends are of the best quality.", I teased.

"Well then I hope I've passed the test.", Logan, or should I say John, joked back, moving his arm around Kelvin's waist. I saw this simple gesture in the corner of my eye and stiffened even more.

"Of course you do, babe, you're perfect to me.", Kelvin grinned and, to my utter horror, leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on Logan's lips. If that wasn't bad enough, once they broke apart, Logan kissed Kelvin again, this time a little more passionately.

I was starting to feel sick. As in really, terribly ill. This isn't real. It can't be. This has got to be some sick joke. Some idiot is going to jump out from behind a camera man and tell me I've been punk'd or something. This man isn't Logan, he's not the man who I love.

It was too much for me to handle and I made a quick excuse and rushed off past the screaming fans and cameras and into the building where I sought out the quiet of the bathroom.

A/N: Leave a review? Next chapter on Wednesday!