A/N: I don't own anything I write about. I changed a lot from canon, but I left a few things, because they kind of shaped Lionel in my opinion. So yeah. Don't hate.

"Oh Marshall's taking his boyfriend to the art show!" Kate grinned and clapped her hands.

Oh shit, the art show. Marshall hadn't thought about that. "I haven't thought about that." He mumbled and looked at Lionel. "I'm sorry. You don't have to come. We…I can stay. It's just my mom's stupid thing. I don't even care about it." He blushed and bit his lip. He knew this was big to his mom, but Lionel seemed like he really needed him as well and his mom had so many guests over at the art show she wouldn't even notice him not being there.

"Art is cool" Lionel grinned and played with Marshall's hands. "I'd love to come if I don't intrude your family." He laughed and then looked at Kate. "And we're not boyfriends. We're just two gay guys hanging out. Don't you sometimes hang out with straight guys and don't have anything but a friendship-ish relationship?"

That made Marshall laugh. "No, she doesn't! She's had sex with every boy she met since kindergarten." He whispered and pulled Lionel up to his room. "Let's get ready. We need to look for something you can wear. This is classy, but not too classy. It needs to be fashionable, but not too much."

"I know what I'm gonna wear. Art show sounds like New York. New York sounds sexy. Let me just look at the stuff you have in your closet and I'm going to find something nice." Lionel smiled and walked up to Marshall's wardrobe. This was great. There were so many clothes. So many kinds of pants. So many shirts. So many shoes. So many ties. So much of everything. "Wow." He whispered and pulled out some tight pants which Marshall would never wear anyways and a nice v-neck.

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"You look amazing." Marshall smiled and looked at Lionel. "Those pants look much better on you than on me." He took the other boy's hand and pulled him downstairs. This felt so amazing. Going to an art show with a cute boy. Going anywhere with a cute boy.

"I'm driving Marshmal…I mean Marshall to the show if you don't mind." Lionel smiled and played with his keys. "If that's alright with you." He said and turned to Marshall.

The brunet looked at him and giggled. "Why wouldn't it be? I drive with you after school. Why not to my mom's art show?" Marshall pulled Lionel outside. On the one hand he wanted to drive with the other boy so they had some time alone. He loved his family, but sometimes they annoyed him. They annoyed him quite often. He wanted to be able to look at Lionel without them seeing it and without Kate making a stupid comment. And he didn't want to risk a Jason déjà-vu. So alone time with Lionel was just fine. Even if he'd just use it to daydream about a relationship they'd never have.

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"Wow, this is a real art show." Marshall whispered and looked around. "Look at these things. This looks amazing. I wonder if they're all my mom's."

The two boy walked through the garage, sometimes holding hands, sometimes not. Every time their fingers touched it was like an electric shock going through their body. They both felt it and knew the other one did, too. It was exciting and it made them feel closer than when they cuddled.

"It's really great. You know the only thing that's missing to make it feel like Williamsburg?" Lionel grinned and pulled Marshall towards the bathroom with a big grin on his face. "This." He held up a little bag with white powder and leaned against the door so nobody would disturb them.

"Shit, Lionel." Marshall whispered and suddenly went pale. "Is that even real? Where did you get that? You're not serious, right?" He ran his fingers through his hair nervously and shivered a little bit. "If the cops find this. If my parents find it…"

"Jesus, relax." Lionel sighed and walked up to him, holding him close by his hips. "This is fun. This is real. I got it from somewhere. You don't need to know where I got it from, but it's fine. We do it once and then it's fine." He whispered and played with Marshall's belt. "Marshmallow…" The blond pouted and ran one finger over his cheek. "Marshmallow, it's fine. No one will find out. I promise it's fine. It's just a little coke."

Marshall looked at Lionel with big eyes and then at the bag. "Just once?"

"Just once." Lionel nodded. "Promise."

The brunet boy nodded. "Okay. Let's do it. If it's just once it should be fine." He whispered and pulled away from Lionel to walk over to the sink. "You know how to do it? So it's not too much. I don't wanna die in here."

Lionel laughed and squeezed Marshall's hand. "We won't OD. I promise. I know what I'm doing." He rolled his eyes and spread the powder in a thin line. "I'm gonna start, okay? You don't have to do it if you don't want it." He said and snorted the coke. When he was done he stumbled back against the wall and grinned at the other boy.

"Feels pretty good." Marshall smiled at him and took Lionel's hands. "Now let's go. Let's go outside and look at some art." He chuckled and leaned in so their lips were almost touching. "We're going to be in Williamsburg one day and you and I and I promise this to you."

Lionel nodded. "I believe you. We're going to Williamsburg together." He grinned and just as he wanted to lean in for a kiss Marshall pulled away.

"Not so quick, blondie. We're looking at some art." And with that being said Marshall pulled him back out into the crowded garage. He didn't even see the people around him. It was like they were alone, surrounded by music and lights. He knew the people were there, but he didn't care. This was their time and so he would use their time by looking at paintings and sculptures, listening to music and the noise surrounding them.

Don't reach too far

You will fall over

Don't be surprised what you discover

A/N: The song is You'll Find a Way by Santigold. Great song. I had it in mind when I wrote the chapter. I think it's kind of artsy and I don't know. Maybe I just think that way because she was at Coachella. And now that I mentioned Coachella I need to give Mailine a little shoutout again. Congratulations for passing your driving test. I knew you'd make it.