AN: Hey, I'm sort of new at writing for this fandom, but I love RENT with my life. Watching the performance downtown Toronto a few months ago made me love it even more. Anyways, this is a Mark/Angel Drabble for my Summer of Crack Series (you can probably guess it's about crack pairings, or fannon if you will). Oh yeah! Everyone check out play for Keeps. She has this awesome TD story going on. Please R&R. Those who review get pancakes. :)

What He Doesn't Know Won't Hurt Him

I don't know what it is. This relationship isn't like the one I had with Maureen and not like the one Roger has with Mimi. I am a straight male, yet this questions my sexuality. I mean, he looks like a woman, acts like a woman, smells like a woman- but he isn't a woman. You know what makes this worse? The relationship I have with him- or should I say her- would hurt someone dearly if they were to find out.

Tom, or who most call Collins, would be heartbroken if he heard that I am with his lover, Angel. As one of my best friends, Collins would not think twice about kicking my ass twice as hard as the booze he likes to drink. Believe me, that shit is strong.

So why do I even bother? Why do I bother opening the door to the loft Roger and I share so openly when he is gone to Mimi's? Why do I embrace the Hispanic drag queen in my arms, feeling his overly complex makeup and ruffle the wig that he loves so much? Why do I invite him in, with smiles and all, then proceed to offer her a drink? Why is it that I can't resist turning on my camera and begin filming the beauty's every move as he dances around the room like a snowflake? Why do I adore his sing-song voice when he insists this relationship should continue and that Collins won't care, even though it is clear that he could kick my Jewish ass in an instant? And why, oh, why, do I enjoy the soft boyish giggle that escapes his throat when I kiss his delicate lips, which, consequently, causes me to forget all of my worries?

It's beyond me.

When I'm alone, it feels so wrong. But when I'm with Angel... Seeing his innocent smile perplexed on his perfect face... Hearing him whisper, "no day but today"... Collins will get over it.

As long as he doesn't know, it won't hurt him.

So, how was it? Just a silly little drabble that was really fun to write regardless of the fact that I am a huge Collins/Angel fan... I might write more of these. R&R?