DISCLAMIER: I do not own anything related to Glee or 'Dalton' by CP Coulter.

Author's Note: Hi everyone, this is the last chapter for this story! It's shorter than the rest but I hope you enjoy nonetheless and forgive me for making it fairly cheesy. What can I say? I'm a hopeless romantic and sometimes I just need a dose of sappy-ness. If you've read this far then I thank you! Being on fanfiction is awesome and posting chapters and stuff makes me feel like a real writer, which would be even more amazing. So, here's the last chapter. Enjoy!

CHAPTER 4

The next week was fucking hell but I couldn't manage a way to get out of the interview on the Saturday. No one, not even my publicist, knew what I had been planning on revealing in the interview and I was so excessively glad. It meant that there was no awkward questions of why I suddenly wouldn't be revealing anything.

The morning of the interview found me lying in bed, sobbing like a fucking girl. I didn't want to admit it, but it was going to take a lot to get me over Logan. I might possibly have to live with two halves of a figurative heart for the rest of my life. Why did Logan have to be so destructive when it came to my poor sensitive heart? After all I had been through at Dalton, what with the fire, Adam, confessing my love, reuniting and being given some hope of a future with Logan, he had to go and crush me so completely. Why did I even have to go on living?

I made myself swear off men. And women. I knew I could never go through the whole romance thing again. Not after Logan. No one could compare to him. Not even the thought of maybe finding a quiet life with someone loving. Logan had ruined everything. It was Logan or no one. That was just how he worked. He went around destroying things and didn't give a shit about the consequences. I knew that after the interview I would need a break. From LA, from acting and the media. I would need a hell of a long time to recover, although I was pretty sure I never would.

The interviewer was some idiot. The person fixing my hair and make-up was some idiot. The audience were some idiots. The questions were clearly thought of by some idiots. Everyone was some idiot. Even myself.

"So, you've denied the rumours that you're dating Nate Stevens.".

"I have.", I answered with as much interest as I could muster but I was pretty sure that everyone could tell how bored and clearly out of spirits I was.

"Are you seeing anyone else?".

My heart clenched. I was supposed to say yes and excitedly call Logan out from the audience and introduce him as my wonderful boyfriend who I was madly in love with.

"Yes he is!", someone shouted from the back of the audience. Everyone's eyes (and the camera) swivelled to the origin of the voice. Oh. No. Oh shit no. Oh fucking bloody hell NO!

What was he thinking this was, some pathetic rom-com movie ending?

"He thinks he isn't but he is.", Logan walked down from the audience and strode to where I was sitting with the interviewer.

"I'm sorry, who are you?", the interviewer looked once between me and Logan and asked warily.

"My name is Logan Wright.", he said to the audience and camera, completely ignoring the interviewer who said in an annoyed voice, "Well, you can't-", before being ignored again by Logan, "You see, Julian and I go way back. He loved me for three years while we at school together and I was an idiot and didn't notice. Then, some shit went down and he finally told me he loved me.".

Why the fuck was he telling our (my!) secrets to the whole fucking world! Who the hell did he think he was!?

"But, before either of us properly got over the shock, I said some dick-ish things and he left. We didn't see or talk to each other for five years. It was during those five years that I finally realised that I loved him too. Yes,", he looked at me with those green eyes and I was finally thawed and tried to stop him from continuing, "Logan-".

"I loved him!", he shouted over me and turned back to the audience, "But when we met at the coffee shop I worked at and I kissed him and we started going out, I was too scared to tell him. Once more, I was a cock. Everything was awesome though, for a while. Until I started getting unreasonably annoyed because I didn't want to hide our relationship. So, when he finally asked me to move in with him, I showed my foolish ways again and told him that I would only move in with him if he told the world we were dating. He, understandably, wasn't so keen on that idea and we ended up screaming at each other. I left, and then made the biggest mistake of my life. I cowardly broke up with him through a text. He, of course, got mad and screamed at me. In response, I finally told him I loved him. Then he broke up with me and ran out. But not before he told me that he had organised this interview so that he could introduce me as his boyfriend.". He stopped talking to the audience and instead turned to me. I was sitting there, trying to comprehend what the hell was going on. Was Logan trying to tell me he wanted to be my boyfriend again? On national television. I narrowed my eyes at him. Oh, he had so done this on purpose. He thought that I would be too scared (and still too in love with him) to humiliate him on T.V by refusing to take him back. God, I knew him way too well.

"Jules, I love you. You love me. I know that you do. Be my boyfriend again. You know that neither of us will ever be happy again if you don't take me back. You'll be subjecting us both to horrible lives of pain and regret. So, give me a millionth chance. Take me back and believe when I say that I will probably not ever put you through so much shit again.".

"No.". I said quietly.

The audience, interviewer, various crew members and Logan stared in disbelief and there was a heart-breaking (though this was mainly Logan) silence.

"Jules, please-", was Logan's voice really cracking? Were those really tears flowing down his face? His eyes, beautiful and filled with the purest sadness, held my own in a stare that felt like it lasted way longer than it actually did.

"I can't…", I faded off and tried again, "I can't believe you when you say that you will probably not ever put me through so much shit again. You will. All the time. For the rest of my fucking life.", I got up, walked to him and cupped his face in my hands, "Which I will be spending with you.". His eyes had barely registered his confusion and hope when I kissed him. The audience was cheering but who the fuck cared about them when I was kissing Logan. Did I mention I fucking loved kissing him?

"We should go.", he whispered to me once I had pulled away.

I nodded, grinning, "Yeah, I think the interview is over.". He was grinning as well and chuckled lightly before adding, "No, not because of that. We need to go so that we can properly christen our apartment.".

I stared in amazement. "Are you saying you want to-".

He cut me off with a kiss, "Well, you did fulfil the only condition I had…".

A/N: Oh wow, did I just finish my second fanfiction?! To most that might not be very impressive but I am notoriously bad at finishing the stories I start. This is a real achievement for me! Please leave a review and tell me what you think!- Cloey