Logan stepped inside his room and noticed the sight rain pounding on his window. Julian ws nowhere in sight. Thinking he was probably in the bathroom, Logan laid down on the bed, wrapping himself in a thick comforter. It was really damn cold.

It was a few moments later when the bathroom door opened, revealing an obviously exhausted, pajama-clad Julian.

"Uh .. Lo?" he referred to the huge mass of soft cotton.

"Hmm?" came the muffled reply.

"Where am I supposed to sleep?" The actor said while approaching him.

"On the bed, dumbass."

"How am I supposed to do that when you sleep like a starfish-hmph!" A heavy down pillow hit him in the face.

"There. You can sleep on the floor now." Despite saying that, Logan scooted over a bit, leaving barely enough space for Julian to sleep in. The abysmal space earned a groan from the brunette.

"Cant I just sleep in my own room?"

"Hell no."

Deciding to do the wise thing to do and concede, he climbed in. Logan was facing his back, and the prefect's warm breath was ghosting on his neck. Julian shivered.

"Logan, spare me some of the comforter will you? Its fucking cold."

"Fine." And a layer of warmth enveloped his body.

And so did a pair of arms.

"What the hell, Lo!" Julian's voice raised an octave as he tried to squirm out of the Logan's grasp.

"What? You said you wanted the blankets!"

"But what? It's cold. I don't intend on freezing my ass off out of chivalry, Larson!"

"How am I supposed to sleep when you-"

"Just shut up and stay still, Jules." And Logan rested his forehead on the nape of Julian's neck, trying to get some shut-eye.

For a few minutes, Julian didn't move an inch. It wasn't that the actor wasn't uncomfortable, but he suspected even ignorant squid-Logan would notice his heart rate drastically accelerating if they were wrapped up together like this.

As if on cue, Logan spoke up "You're still awake?"

" I- yeah."

"Julian, your heart is racing! Are you that scared?"

"O-of the stalker? Not really," He gulped. "I'm used to it."

The blond snorted, "But last week you said you weren't going to take the offer?"

"Change of hear t." Julian shrugged.

"You said the role was shit, Jules! You said the director was like some cheap rip-off of Tim Burton or something!"

The actor was surprised, to say the least, that Logan had paid attention that much at the time. He had stormed into Julian's dorm room, fuming about something Kurt and/or Blaine related as always, when the brunette cut across him and said,

"Yeah.. so, I got another movie offer."

This completely distracted the blond. "Oh! And are you going to take it?" Logan queried.

"I don't know. The role is shit though, and the director is some cheap rip-off of David Fincher, so I don't think so."

"Hmm. Well then, I'm going to be late for French. See you, Jules." And he left, closing the door shut.

Julian smirked.

He shook his head.

"Like I said, change of heart."

"That's BS, Larson!" Logan unwound his arms and spun the actor around to face him.

The prefect was much closer than what Julian had anticipated. He immediately looked away; face burning red and eyes stinging.

"Just drop it, Lo. Please." Julian said quietly.

"Not until you tell me why!"

" It doesn't matter, okay?" He chocked, and a single tear descended his cheek. "You never even care-"

"Oh yes I fucking do!" He forced Julian to face him again.

For a moment, the blond saw tears spilling from hazel eyes. The next thing he remembered was breathing in the soothing scent of shampoo from oak brown hair, mingled with the smell of cinnamon (but seriously, where did that come from?) and aftershave. He leaned closer.

Then lush lips came in contact with his own.

Call it Julian Larson's moment of weakness, seeing Logan so close after years of longing. Although, for a second the actor swore he saw the prefect lean in until their lips met. He just hoped the feeling behing it was mutual.

His conscience warned him, 'But what if its not? Oh my god fuck what the hell are you going to say-'

But at that exact moment, Julian felt the blond move slightly to deepen the kiss. All train of thought was lost.

Logan freaking Wright was kissing him back.