Thanks for the reviews everyone =] I know this is a bit awkward with the Paul [Show]/Glenn [Kane] stuff but I hope some of you can hang on with it. =]
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The next morning found Glenn walking slowly back towards the hotel. As much as he wanted to avoid any issues with Mark, he wasn't in the mood to shower and dress in Paul's tour bus. Things were already bad; he didn't need to be uncomfortable as well. He sighed gently to himself as he walked to the elevator and stepped inside, pressing the button for his floor before leaning back against the wall.
Meanwhile, Mark sat quietly on his bed, watching Michelle as she slept in the bed next to him. He just couldn't figure out why Glenn was suddenly so bothered by the woman. He had been around Sara when they were married, and he had no problem with her, so why start having problems with Michelle? He couldn't understand, and the more he tried to understand, the more it made his head hurt. He shook his head and stood up from the bed, then walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
Glenn stopped in front of the door of their room and stared at it, unsure if he wanted to really go through with it. Maybe he could just shower at the arena, or ask one of the guys to use their bathroom? No, no he was going to brave his petty problems and go in there. Reaching into his pocket, Glenn pulled the key card out and unlocked the door, then stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. He walked towards the beds, expecting to see Mark in one of them, but instead he saw the sleeping figure of Michelle.
A low growl filled his throat as he stared at her, but before he could do anything, the bathroom door opened and Mark stepped out, spotting Glenn.
"What are you doing back?" asked Mark softly, "Decide to stop being a drama queen?"
Glenn turned and looked at him, shaking his head, "I'm not a drama queen," he responded gently, "I needed to shower."
Mark stepped back from the bathroom, gesturing towards it. Glenn took that as his chance, and walked in, shutting the door behind him. Mark sighed and walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge. A few seconds later, he felt the bed shift underneath, and he turned his head to see Michelle stirring awake. She sat up and smiled at him, kissing him lightly on the lips before heading for the bathroom.
"Chelle," he called to her, "Glenn's in there, you need to wait your turn."
Michelle stopped and turned to look at him, "Great, he'll take forever and I need to wash my hair, you know how long it takes for my hair to dry."
Mark nodded, "Yes dear, I know," he said dryly, turning his head as Michelle sat down next to him.
They sat in silence as Michelle waited for Glenn to get out of the bathroom. The door opened a few minutes later, and Glenn stepped out of the bathroom. He wasn't more than a few steps out the door when Michelle ran past him, and slammed the door behind her. He growled softly as he walked over and sat on the other bed, looking over at Mark.
"I think we need to talk," said Glenn, figuring now was the best chance they had now that Michelle wasn't anywhere near them.
Mark nodded, "What's going on?" he asked, "You were fine around Sara, but not Michelle. Why?"
"I can't say," he said, trailing off briefly, "It's just, I don't like her. She's nice, but she's a prima donna sometimes."
Mark rolled his eyes, "Glenn come on. I know she isn't as tough as Sara was, but she makes me happy, I'd think that would be enough for you."
Before Glenn could respond, the bathroom door opened and Michelle walked out.
"Mark," she called to him, "We need to get something to eat before the plane."
Mark nodded and stood from the bed. He walked over and followed her out the door, not even looking back at Glenn. Glenn growled out in frustration and threw himself back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. The damn prima donna had once again taken Mark from him before he even had a chance to tell him what was going. He was happy for Mark, he loved seeing the man happy, but not because of someone that cared more about herself than him.
Growling again, Glenn sat up and stood up, reaching for his bag. He hitched it up onto his shoulder and headed for the door, jumping slightly when he saw Paul standing there, his large fist just inches from Glenn's face.
"Oh there you are," said Paul, "Why did you leave so early?"
Glenn rolled his eyes, "I needed a shower, and I wasn't going to use yours."
Paul shook his head, following Glenn as he walked down the hall, "What's bothering you?" he asked as they stepped into the elevator.
"What makes you think something is wrong?" asked Glenn, keeping his gaze away from Paul.
"I may not have known you as long as Mark has, but I know when something is wrong," he responded, "Now, what's wrong?"
Glenn lowered his head then looked over at him, "Let me get a ride with you to the arena, and I'll tell you everything."
Paul nodded and led Glenn out to his tour bus. Glenn paused before stepping aboard, his gaze caught on Mark as the other man helped Michelle into their rental car. He felt a twinge of sadness hit him as he watched Mark not even once glance around for him before climbing into the car and driving off.
With a sigh, Glenn climbed into the tour bus and sat down at the small table, his head held down as Paul sat across from him.
"Now, tell me," pressured Paul as the tour bus slowly started out on the road.
Glenn sighed but went right into his story, telling Paul everything. He told him about his feelings for Mark, how he didn't like Michelle anymore, and how everything was just so difficult now.
Paul shook his head, "Man," he said, rubbing the back of his neck, "Why don't you try making him jealous?"
"Jealous?" he asked, looking up at him.
"Yeah, date another man, make Mark regret what he doesn't have," he responded with a smirk.
Glenn chuckled, "Who would ever date me?" he asked, "Remember? I'm supposed to be some twisted monster most of my life now."
Paul's smirk grew, "I'll date you, it doesn't have to be for real," he said, patting Glenn on the arm, "Besides, we already spend time together as it is."
Glenn glanced down at Paul's hand on his arm, encircling his forearm. He took a deep breath before nodding his head.
"Alright," he said, looking up at Paul, "I'll try making Mark jealous with you."
The rest of the trip was spent deciding exactly how they were going to go about it, how they were going to show others they were together, and what they hoped would come of it.
That night, Glenn stepped out of the tour bus and spotted Mark a few steps away, heading in his direction. He turned to Paul who had stepped out behind him, gesturing with a tilt of his head towards Mark. Paul smirked and pulled Glenn close, kissing him lightly as Mark looked at them.
Mark froze in his steps as he saw his two friends kissing just a few steps from him. His stomach lurched and his heart ached as he stared, then he quickly turned around and walked away. Glenn pulled back from Paul, and smirked, watching the retreating back of Mark. Though he felt great about what he did, Glenn felt incredibly guilty as he went to sleep that night on the couch in Paul's bus. All the time not knowing that he had hurt his best friend more than he ever thought possible.
