The Final Audition
Derek was beginning to accept his role as 'Logan's Psychiatrist', because god knows no professional would be up for the job.
"The one last night was just weird, D." Logan sipped out of his favourite coffee mug. Since Julian's latest diagnosis was disclosed yesterday, some colour had returned to his cheeks, and his eyes sparkled. Julian was expected to make a full recovery. Physically, at least, Derek thought to himself.
"I dreamt I was a director holding a casting call in New York. I was sitting in an empty auditorium with a clipboard for notes."
Derek nodded. It was best to let him talk, especially now that the common room was empty.
Logan continued his recount. "First to walk in was Blaine. He introduced himself, then sang one of Haven's old hits." He scowled a bit at the mention of Clark's band.
"I made notes, deciding that Blaine's passion for music was great. He was a bit short, but I thought I could work with that."
Derek took a large bite out of his croissant to hide his smirk. He knew exactly where this story was going.
"Second to audition was Josh." The prefect looked uncomfortable, as the boy had left the school because of him... "I don't even know what role they were trying out for... But anyway, Josh was amazing too, he really looked the part! Great personality - but maybe he was just a bit too nice."
"Then last of all, or so I thought, was Kurt. He had just the perfect attitude, snarky with underlying tones of affection." Derek almost rolled his eyes at Logan's over-the-top descriptions.
"He sang like a dream too. His appearance was a little too clean, but that wouldn't have been hard to fix."
"I'd sent Kurt back to the waiting room, and I was starting to write up a contract for him when the craziest thing happened!"
"What happened?" Julian's obviously going to walk in, you idiot!
"The double doors at the back of the auditorium burst open, and a brunet with dark glasses stalked in." Logan grinned, but his eyes looked like they were about to tear up.
He said affectionately, "He didn't even have the right costume on; his jacket was all wrong and the shirt was wrinkled." Logan appeared to be talking to himself by now with a dreamy expression on his face, remembering better days. "...Still, he made a lasting impression, didn't he."
Derek spoke sarcastically. "I'm sure he did, Logan." Honestly, if Logan was too dim to figure this one out for himself then he didn't deserve his help at all. Derek's mind was already on football...
Logan snapped, "Let me finish, Derek!"
The blond folded his arms behind his head and leaned back in his chair. "The guy climbed up smoothly to the stage, then proceeded to blow me away. He was meant for the role! His singing, the appearance, and especially the attitude. They came together perfectly."
Derek cringed. He'd never understood why Julian craved this kind of attention from Logan. He was so unpredictable, not to mention unbearably possessive. Still, if it was Logan's love that Julian wanted, he respected that.
Logan was off in his own world; his breakfast lay forgotten on the table. "After he finished singing, he took off his sunglasses, and then I realized that it was Julian. He smirked down at me and said, 'Why substitute when you can have the real thing?'"
Derek couldn't hide his wide grin at what Logan said, so he grabbed his sports bag and stood up. Logan yelled after him, "So what do you think it all means?"
Derek remembered a song from that musical show Casey used to watch, then called over his shoulder, "It means that the dog days are over!"
Logan picked at his breakfast as Derek skipped out of the building, slamming the door as he exited. Maybe Julian played the part perfectly... because he was the role himself.