A/N: Alright. I know that ppl are looking for updates for Mirror, Block, Witchy and Mania. But due to TMI, or Taker Muse Interference this fic was practically forced from my head. Taker Muse is very persuasive. So this fic is going to a four-maybe five shot. Enjoy!

Glen's Pov

Normally I don't move out of bed before 10am. But at 7am, on a Saturday no less, my eyes blinked open of their own will. Mark and Justin were still out, their limbs tangled together as their snores mingled in the quiet room. Extracting myself from the peaceful scene was easier said than done. Some how Justin managed to pin my right arm down and Mark had the waistband of my lounge pants in a death grip. Slowly and gently I pried his fingers off one by one, then repositioned his hand on Justin's waist band.

Thankfully Justin shifted so all I had to do was slip my arm free. He frowned in his sleep and I kissed his forehead. He smiled and rolled over so he was curled around Mark. As quietly as I could I got out of bed and dressed. I never realized how loud a zipper sounded or how much noise lacing your shoes caused. No wonder mothers spent so much time telling us to be quiet. All my life it's never taken me more than five minutes to dress, but in my need to be silent it took me nearly twenty.

I grabbed my wallet from the nightstand and shoved it in my back pocket. My hand hovered over my phone for a moment before I decided to leave it. I wasn't going to be gone long. Hell I'd probably be back before they even got up. On my way out the door I snatched one of the room keys and then hurried down to the lobby. No sense in denying myself my morning coffee, I was going to need as much caffeine in my system as possible for what I needed to get done. The dinning room was extremely crowded for it only being 7:45. I never knew that people voluntarily got out of bed at this insane hour.

After getting my cup and adding my cream and sugar, I scanned the room for an empty table. Hah! Not so easy an task. There was only one table that had a vancancy. Sitting by his lonesome was the kid that Justin had bonded with on New Years Eve, Afa jr. I'm not one to just strike up conversation, but I needed a place to sit. I wandered over and cleared my throat to get his attention. Apparently eyggs and bacon were more interesting, it took me a couple more throat clearings before he looked up.

"Mind if I have a seat?" I asked, hoping my smile didn't look like a snarl.

He didn't say anything, just shrugged his shoulders. Ok then, he's the silent type. I sat down and blew a couple of times on my coffee to cool it before I took a sip. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence that was between us, but I wondered what was wrong. He looked like Darren had kicked his puppy. I took another sip of my coffee and cleared my throat again.

"You ok?"

"Yea."

"Really? You don't sound ok."

"What's it too ya?"

"Alright. Never mind then."

Serves me right for sticking my nose where it don't belong. I'll be damned if I do it again. I look back down at my coffee cup, my mind already ten miles away. Today was the day of lovers. That's right. Valentines Day. A day in which I have never been that big of a believer but for some reason I felt that I had to make this day something special. But not only for Justin, but for Mark too. It was then that I realized something. I have no fucking idea about what to get them or what to do for them. Maybe I should have taken my phone. This might take a little longer than I thought. Apparently my silence drove my table mate to talk, he started talking before I realized that he was even doing it.

"She left me. Today of all fucking days. She left me."

Wow, how long has he been talking to me? What all did I miss?

"Geeze. I'm sorry man." That sounded really lame, even to me.

"It's nothing really. But I was going to ask her to marry me." He pulled a ring box out of his pocket and carelessly dropped it on the table.

"Why?"

"Because I love her." He looked at me like I was crazy, obviously I was going to have to clear this up a bit for him.

"No, I mean why would you ask to marry you today?"

"Because it would be romantic."

"And completely over done. Do you know how many schmucks propose on Valentines Day because 'It's romantic'?"

"I guess you're right. But it's a moot point now anyways. Sorry to burden you." He went to get up and leave but an idea hit me suddenly.

"Hey. Would you mind going shopping with me?" I asked, feeling a blush creep up my neck as he looked at me like I had grown two heads. "I. uh-" I rubbed the back of my neck embarrassedly before continuing. "I don't know what to get Justin. And since you're closer to his age, I thought. Well rather, I hoped that you help me."

"Did I just hear that correctly. You don't know what to get your boy toy."

I cringed. This was the last person that I needed to over hear this. The snapping of his gum increased and I knew that he was about to offer me some 'advice'. I turned around and looked at Adam. He had this maniacal look on his face. This was going to be bad.

"Yes. But Afa here was going to help me. Right?" I turned my eyes to him and pleaded with them. Hoping that he'd say yes.

"Yea...."

"Well one more head is even better."

"Adam, you don't need to....."

"I know I don't. But I want to. Come on big guy, I know just the place."

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"HELL NO!!!"

"Why not big guy?" Adam was snapping his gum wildly as I stared at the sign in front of us.

"I do not need anything that the Lion's Den has to offer."

"I dunno Glen. Justin does have is wild side." Afa said, looking up at the sign as well.

"Are you even old enough to go in juinor?" Adam asked.

"It doesn't matter. I'm not going in."

I turned and started back to the car. Maybe there was still time to get out of here before some random fan wandered by and seen us. That was all I needed was for the dirt sheets to start some half baked story. Hell they'd probably say I went in for penis pump or something. Do I look like Dave Batista? Before I made it more than a dozen feet Adam and Afa grabbed my arms and hauled me back to the door. I wiggled and fought, but dammit together they're pretty strong. They managed to get me through the door. Adam relinquished my arm and Afa grabbed it, holding it behind me. If I knew that he'd turn on me I wouldn't have practically begged for his help.

The man behind the counter held his hand out for our id's and I growled as Adam slipped his hand into my pocket and grabbed my wallet. He managed to get it out and flashed it to the man, whom then waved us through. Once we were past the metal detectors. Really, metal detectors in an adult bookstore. What in the hell happens in this city to require them. Anyways once we were past them Afa let go of my arms and wandered off towards the massage oils. Adam just stayed next to me, snapping his gum even quicker than he was before. With a sigh I looked over at him, my stomach flipping as he just stared at me.

"What?"

"I have the perfect thing."

"What?" My stomach was flipping even faster now.

"Come on."

Adam grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards the back of the store. To the bondage wear.

"Oh no. I really don't think so."

"Come on Glen. Think of how their eyes will fall out of their sockets as their jaw hit the floor when they see you in tight leather. A ball gag in one hand and a pair of leather cuffs in the other."

Well when it was put that way, it didn't sound like that bad of an idea. Maybe Adam did know what he was doing. Of course then another thought hit me.

"Wait, why a ball gag?"

"Because I don't want to hear Justin screaming all night."

"Good point."

"Alright, go pick out your outfit and I'll get the toys."