Disclaimer: I don't own Queer as Folk. If you don't know that by now, wow.
Ok, so this I whipped up when I was at a mental wall for my story Missing You. It takes place during episode 122, during the prom. It's Brian's thoughts as he's dancing with Justin.
I can't believe I actually came here. It's full of eighteen-year-olds. Justin sure looks good. He's smiling at me. That smile is so warming...fuck Kinney! What's coming over you? You're turning into a muncher! I suppose I should dance with him.
You can dance, every dance with the guy who gives you the eye let him hold you tight.
His eyes are sparkling. Those beautiful blue eyes...
You can smile, every smile for the man who held your hand 'neath the pale moonlight.
I can stare at that face with that smile forever...
But don't forget who's taking you home, and in who's arms you're gonna be; so darlin, save the last dance for me.
He's not a bad dancer either, for a little twat...
Oh I know (oh I know) that the music's fine, like sparkling wine, go and have your fun.
This night is becoming ridiculously romantic by the minute. I feel, strange inside. Like nothing I've ever felt before...
Laugh and sing, but while we're apart don't give your heart to anyone.
Something about the way he's looking at me; I don't want to take my eyes off him...
But don't forget who's taking you home, and in who's arms you're gonna be; so darlin, save the last dance for me.
All I want to do is dance with him forever...never leaving his side. What's come over me? I don't do sappy shit like Michael, Ted, Emmett, all the other demeaning fags!
Baby don't you know I love you so? Can't you feel it when we touch? I will never never let you go; I love you oh so much.
Yet I'm falling for this blonde twat. No one has ever been so eager to be with me before...I mean, I know I'm the top fuck of Pittsburgh but this kid practically stalked me just to see me...
You can dance (you can dance) go and carry on 'til the night is gone and it's time to go.
I can't believe I'm falling in love. I must be high, or drunk, or severely ill...yeah that's it. Too much poppers and booze before coming here. Everyone's looking at us...but all I can focus on is his face...
If he asks, if you're all alone, can he take you home, you must tell him no.
It's like him and I are the only people in the universe...dancing together...I feel so warm and joyful...Christ! I have to get over this fast before anyone finds out!
'Cuz don't forget who's taking you home, and in who's arms you're gonna be. So darlin, save the last dance for me.
This song is so stupid...so why do I love it so much? He's smiling still; I love looking at that smile...its like all my problems just disappear...I can't help myself...-kisses Justin- I don't want to take my lips off of his! They're so warm and sweet...
'Cuz don't forget who's taking you home, and in who's arms you're gonna be. So darlin, save the last dance for me.
God, I want to fuck his brains out...all night long...the joy I feel when I cum with him...its...overwhelming...
Save the last dance for me, mmhmm
Fuck! Song's just about over...I don't want to let him go...
Save, the last dance for me.
Holy shit, I'm becoming a stepford fag! But I can't help...he's just so...perfect!
-they leave-