Hey everyone, Phantom here again, bringing you the next bit of my Closeted/Outed Jogan world!
"Between Doors" takes place between the time frames of "Closeted" and "Outed" and will fill in some of the gaps of their relationship with fluff, angst, and smut.
And for those that are "faint of heart" (aka, can't/don't read smut) DO NOT FEAR: It's the same deal as in "Outed"…the smut chapters that you can basically skip without losing too much plot :)
Please see Chapter One for all important links (AKA: for "Dalton" as well as for "Closeted" and "Outed")
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~This is a regular chapter, that I hope you all enjoy~
*Characters are not mine. They belong to the lovely CP Coulter*
"No! This is unacceptable!" Julian yelled, slamming the door in his boyfriend's face, before the prefect could slip into his room.
"Jules, open the door," Logan said, surprisingly calm, as he pressed his hand and his forehead against the wood's grain, his weight being supported by the door.
"Go away!" His voice was muffled.
"I'm not going anywhere, princess."
"Fuck you!"
"It's just a stupid duet! It's not a big deal..." the blonde said in exasperation.
The door swung open suddenly, making Logan nearly pitch forward onto his face. The actor glared fiercely at the prefect. "Are you kidding me?"
"...No? I don't understand why you're so upset about this."
"You are singing a duet. For the Warblers. With Blaine Anderson."
"Yes...So?"
"SO?" Julian screeched at him. "So, you know how you get when you're singing! You are actually emotional, you feel things. And Blaine...that stupid hobbit used to be the one you FELT things for! How else am I supposed to react to this bit of news?"
Logan sighed and rolled his eyes, pushing past his boyfriend into his room. "You're so over-dramatic. Nothing's going to happen. I'm with you, and he's with Kurt..."
"Hummel agrees with me!" the brunette blurted out. "He's worried too."
He arched an eyebrow. "Since when do you and Kurt actually acknowledge each other?"
"We have a...mutual understanding," Julian said quietly, looking embarrassed.
"...About?"
"You."
Logan's face flushed. "What about me?"
The actor crossed his arms. "He...figured out my feelings for you before you knew about them. And now that the two of us are...together, we've decided that we can actually stand one another's presence."
"Of course. Dalton's two resident divas becoming friends. That's just what we needed to happen around here," the blonde scoffed.
Julian reached out and poked him in the chest. "Like I said, we're both uneasy about this dumb duet..."
"We sound good together, okay?" Logan said, grabbing his boyfriend's hand, and holding it tightly. "Harvey and Medel choose us, out of all the auditions. I'm sorry if Kurt's...jealous that I got another solo, or whatever. But I actually want to be in the spotlight again. He's just going to have to deal with my singing with his boyfriend."
"Why the sudden change of heart?" Julian asked suspiciously, still obviously upset about the situation. "You backed off for a long time, ever since Joshua left."
"Now I have someone I actually want to impress."
The actor's mouth opened angrily to protest and make some snide remark, but Logan's finger pressed up against it, silencing him.
"It's you, idiot. I want to impress you. My boyfriend."
"Oh." Julian blinked in surprise as he batted Logan's hand away from his mouth. "Well then..."
The blonde chuckled quietly and pulled his boyfriend tight against him. "Well? Do you feel better now?"
"A little...But why couldn't you have just gotten a solo?" the actor whined.
Logan laughed again before leaning in to capture the brunette's lips in a gentle kiss.
"Did you take your medication today?" Derek asked Logan as they walked to their classes together in the morning.
"Yes mother," the prefect answered monotonously, rolling his eyes. If he could actually feel something right now, he was sure it would be annoyance.
"Good boy. I'll buy you a cookie at lunch," the athlete said with a smirk. "Now I'm off to chem lab. I'll see you later." He waved and headed down the hallway, greeting one of his crew teammates on the way.
Logan sighed and turned towards his own classroom. Pre-calculus. Oh joy. The blonde lost himself in the sea of numbers and letters and equations, his mind unsoiled by unbalanced emotions. He felt nothing as he solved problems and copied notes from the board. He felt hollow, like something was missing.
The bell rang, signaling the end of class, and Logan slowly stood, hitching his bag over his shoulder. He made his way to the door, one of the last few out of the room, when suddenly someone grabbed his wrist and yanked him around the corner into a small alcove.
"Whoa," he said, still robotic. "Hi, Jules."
"Hi," the actor whispered, pressing his body against the prefect's. "Want to skip with me?"
"I have French next. Can't," he said coldly.
Julian was undeterred. "I'll get you Hummel's notes. He's anal about this kind of stuff, even though he's ahead of the class." He kissed Logan, groaning unhappily as his boyfriend didn't respond. "Squid...come on."
His green eyes flashed with...anger? "Don't call me a squid, princess."
Julian pressed their lips together again, this time with more force. Breaking it, he muttered, "Don't call me princess."
Logan grinned. "Princess. Princess. Princess."
"Shut up!"
"Make me," the blonde whispered against his ear. Julian grabbed onto Logan's lapels, tugging him forward into another fierce kiss, to which the prefect responded eagerly. He was surprised at his own actions: the medication should have been continuing to make him cold and unemotional.
And yet, something about Julian had gotten under his skin. In the span of two minutes, Logan had felt annoyed and amused...and now he burned with a slow sort of desire for his boyfriend. As the actor pulled him close against him, attacking his neck and jaw insistently with an array of kisses, the blonde smiled.
Julian may have been worried the other day, about how Blaine used to make Logan feel. But the short dark-haired boy had never been able to penetrate the wall of medicated nothingness.
The brunette, however, was a different story. Julian pushed him against the wall eagerly, their mouths meeting, class forgotten. All that mattered was the tango of their tongues, and the breathless gasps in the alcove, the wandering hands, the closed eyes, the utter perfection of two boys being together.
And how they made each other feel.
What was meant to be an angsty chapter turned into lots of fluff. I'm surprisingly okay with this. More soon.
