A/N: My first fanfiction within fanfiction. Ain't that something?
Disclaimer: Glee isn't mine. Dalton isn't mine either. But you should all read it, like seriously. Right now.
His agent calls him one morning and tells him that he's been offered the secondary role of a new big-budget movie.
He's shocked at first, and briefly wonders why he wasn't offered the lead. But when Julian reads the script that is sent to him, he finds that it's apparently some stupid movie about fulltime teenage doctors—a fucking rip off of Doogie Howser, if you ask him, and there is no way in hell he is going to butcher one of his favorite TV shows.
But then he accidentally walks in on Logan and Blaine making out in Warblers Hall—hands running through hair and tugging at ties—and suddenly he can't get out of there fast enough. He immediately texts Carmen the okay, haphazardly packs his bags and boards his limo without as much as a proper goodbye.
(Derek only sees Julian's hastily written message when he gets back from varsity training.
'Decided to accept that movie offer. See you in eight weeks.')
When the brunette starts filming, his thinks that his cast mates are all incorrigibly annoying, and the story is an even bigger load of shit than he originally anticipated. But when he's standing over that body holding a scalpel, he furiously stabs and cuts and wounds until angry tears fall on his face. (Their director comes up to him at the end of the day, and tells him that was one of the best damn acting moments he's ever seen.)
The movie comes out six months later.
As a whole it's horrible, but Julian Larson's chilling and admittedly phenomenal performance as the heart surgeon slash murderer is enough to reel people in.
When he reads the words of praise the critics have for him all over the internet, Julian laughs bitterly, and knows that he only has one person to thank.