Hey everyone, I'm sorry for not updating before, but spring break and that kind of things. Also I had a sort of a conflict to continue the story with my last chapter, but I think I fixed it (in my other idea they would have to break-up, but ended up with a happy ending, like it's gonna happen here).

Also, only this time I'll do a chapter with two points of view, because it's funny and I want you to know a little my version of what happened with Mason. Anyway, enjoy and give me reviews, favs, follow, or ideas.

Warnings: this, and probably two more chapters, will have a polygamist relationship.

I don't want to lose you

Mason's POV

I don't remember the exact moment when I started to feel a tingle in my legs, or the instant where the tears stopped coming out from my eyes, neither when the excitement finally decided to leave my body.

I'm not sure how long I've been locked in here, the sun has gone and in the dark the time doesn't seem to flow at the same speed. Why Spencer did this to me?

Am I that bad as a lover? He can't blame me, thanks to Madison I've never had a romantic relationship before. Although… I think I should have said that before.

Was it too soon for us to give 'the big step'? Of course it was, although he seemed almost as new and worried about it as I was.

Or maybe… am I so alike to Alistair? For the mercy of…

Someone knocks on the door, which forces me to lift my head from the cold floor and shuffle towards it. I move the latch and before opening it I put on one of the plush robes that mom bought in her last trip to Washington. I didn't even bother to look at my hideous appearance in the mirror.

"What are you doing in there?" Madison asks when I only open a crack in the door.

"I was in the bathtub" I'm ready to close the door but she pushes it with her foot and dedicates me that maternal gesture that she always has for me.

"You're not wet" she sighs. "What were you doing in there?"

I snort and open the door completely, she takes my hand and guides me to the edge of my bed, I sit and she settles on the floor in front of me. She guides her hands to her ponytail and releases it, letting the straight locks to fall on her shoulders. I have the most beautiful sister in the world.

"What happened?" she asks, finishing untangling the strands with her fingers.

"Well, we…" I feel that my cheeks heat up and a slight laughter leaves my throat without my permission. "We, we were…" I neither can say the word 'sex' without feeling embarrassed, and I wanted to have… 'it', with Spencer? I can't imagine how I would have reacted.

"Oh, Mason" she puts a hand on my knee and gives me a smile that almost seems of regret. "I don't want to ask, but… does it hurt…?".

I move my knees from the floor and pull them closer to my chest, I try to hide my head between them but the only thing I do is to laugh harder and hope this conversation ends, I want to forget everything that happened to me a few hours ago.

"No!" when I answer a shiver runs through my body. «Would I be sore…? The bulge that was rubbing against me was telling me that probably yes…». "We…".

"Well, for the crying I figured…" I release a little groan.

"Madison, can you shut up for a second?" I smile. This is one of the few times that I'm rude with her, and it's starting to become something I like to do, besides she have to stop talking. It doesn't stop to remind me the tricks I just had.

"Then tell me what happened".

I tell her all my suspicions of his change in behavior, how he seemed to always walk with his guard up when we went through the halls, how he seemed to hasten the pace when he saw that stupid hippie.

From there I jump to the amazing day we had when we left the school, and I miss the kind of details for which she would want to rip off his head. But when I tell her he called me with the name of Alistair her face hardens and the friendly and fraternal smile that she always have for the others disappears.

"You remember where he lives, right?" she purses her lips and clenches her fists.

"Yes… why?" she jumps up and within seconds her hair is tied again.

"Because I'm going to kick his balls so hard that he'll wish to never ever met me".

I get up just before she decides to run through the hallway straight to his home, but if I'm honest with myself I don't think it's a bad idea.

That if I weren't still experimenting that crazy feeling that I have for Spencer…

She manages to sneak under my arm and I reach for her before she can open the front door; she tries to open it but I stop her by holding her hands.

I don't release her and we walk to the living room, we stay in the couches for a few minutes, in silence, staring at each other while I wonder where the hell are mom and dad to see if I get to talk about it with them. I guess it will be another occasion where Madi and I will be adults in the house.

"Listen, Madison" I say, taking her by the shoulders and looking straight into her eyes. "At our age we make stupid decisions, I know, you know; we all know".

"I don't understand what…".

"I mean that, although now I'm upset with Spencer, I don't want this to end. I really want to be with him at any cost".

I bite my lower lip when I notice her face doesn't change the expression, she's so determined to do whatever it takes for my sake, even if it involves to lock me on the top of a tower and leave me there to my fate, like in those stories that dad used to read to us for bedtime.

Spencer would have been my knight in shining armor, riding his brave steed, who would free me from my doubtful and probably horrible fate?

I can answer that with a resounding yes. For now…

"When I talked to him I told him I would respect your decisions because I know you do them thinking right in your options" she gets up and gives me a kiss in the hair before taking me by the cheeks and look at me. "Be smart".

I see her leaving, I snort again and sink into the couch, watching a pair of motes of dust dancing in front of my eyes.

I want to keep feeling all these weird experiences that occurs when I have Spencer aside, when he greets me, when he places his arm around my shoulders. Just watching him wandering around in the hallways is enough for me to be in good spirits, and if I talk the way he always reacts when I kiss him and when he kiss me…

It's decided, Spencer is mine and I'm his no matter what, or who. Although I don't think it's the best decision that I just make to solve all of this I think it will be pleasant for both of us.

Spencer's POV

Every damn day of the damn week seems to be a damn suffering that exceeds by far the previous one.

The treatment that Mason has to me is the reason why I raise my voice to anyone who greets me, why I don't want to enter the choir room, but a part of me knows that I have to fulfill a commitment to the guys, whatever that happens with us. It's for him that I keep my eyes on the floor and try to stay as far away from everyone.

But his indifference is the worst that he can give me!

I was sure I would never hear the end of how it was me who betrayed him, I was ready for the whole lot of insults that Madison would have prepared, the look of disapproval of everyone in the club. Damn, even Myron, that small and talented brat, would have said something about how stupid I can be, and something related to glitter.

Something happens in the head of that child.

Take Mason's hand is like holding a statuette of ice, he no longer gives me that pained smile when I settle a lock of hair behind his ear. Feeling his lips against my cheek is like a slap, let alone when his lips are on mine. I still have a tingling in my stomach every time I kiss him, but his steady gaze and inexpression shows me he doesn't feel anything when he does so. «Why he didn't decide to break-up with me?».

"You're an idiot" I mutter aloud while I slam the locker door to close it and turn on my heels.

I think Mason didn't decide to break up with me because he doesn't take the easy way, like I would have done. What he does is to make me come around, to understand the value that I should give him to know that I'm his first formal relationship, I'm the first experiences of this kind with which he faces. That thanks to me his future relationships could take a completely different direction.

I try to put on my backpack while I try to not fall for walking with the useless crutches. Dance, I have to write that in the things that I shouldn't try to do again, I might die the next time.

"Fine, fine, guess who's ready for a very interesting pep talk?".

I shudder when I hear Madison's voice too close, I feel she's almost whispering in my ears. It's impossible, I'm so much taller than her, but I think that for being bent she can reach me.

"Look at you now, right now, and if you have stopped growing in me I'm sure I'll kick your crutches and enjoy watching you suffering in the floor".

"What do you want? I'm not in my mood" I reply, taking a small step backwards because I don't doubt she will perform her evil plan.

"Nothing, I just wanted to see how my brothers' cute boyfriend was going on".

I purse my lips, the same way that Mason does when he doesn't like something that I say. I would cross my arms if I didn't need them to keep standing up.

"Well, as you can see, I could destroy two cars with my eyes closed and if I weren't disabled".

She laughs to herself and walks in circles around me, like an animal stalking its prey before the coup of grace. We can be friends but that doesn't remove the fact that she hates me, and as I abused the thrust of her brother surely she hates me in catastrophically insurances.

"I'm just here to tell you that you made Mason to think about it too much, and he'll let you know his decision soon" she stands on her toes and kisses me in the cheek. "Be patience".

Patience, one of the many skills I lost in the recent days. Madison's words only serve to hinder me and stir every one of my thoughts. But tonight everything has to be perfect, we must be so impressive like the arrogant people from Vocal Adrenaline.

I really feel like the clumsiest person in the universe, I didn't thought that make a wrong spin in a dance could ruin all the plans we had for Sectionals, although my dancing wouldn't have made much of a difference.

I would have accepted the cortisone injection if Roderick hadn't a great idea to fix that in the first part of the competition.

I'm sure I'll look like a complete idiot swinging in that chandelier, it will be a new kind of cliché, and I could die if I fall from that height… it's going to be worse when I'll have to 'dance' with the crutches in the last of our performances'.

Come Sail Away should be an exclusive song for him, just like Chandelier to Madison. Roderick will wipe out the competition with his voice. We're going to win, I'm sure of it.

I swing up into the choir room, a few minutes before we all have to be in the auditorium when everything begins. Some remains of the glitter bombs are at the edges of the shelves and in the corners of the room. That act of Sue was just atrocious and impressive at the same time.

I look up and in one of the corners of the room I see Mason, chatting animatedly with Alistair, even his arm is over the shoulders of Mace, and he holds his hand in the other side. However, Mace is not smiling entirely, he just nods and responds to Alistair's comments. They are so engrossed in their conversation that they don't notice when I approach them with my mouth open and surely my expression is one of complete shock.

«When the hell did they become friends?».

"Hello, Varsity Blues" Alistair says, looking away in my direction. Mason stays without expressing any emotions and he just nods slightly.

"Alistair, can I talk to Mason for a moment?" he nods again, his long hair moving at the same time, and he settles in the chair. "In private".

"Oh yeah, sorry".

He gets up and leaves the choir room running like a shot. He turns to the right at the door and that's when Mason stands completely, approaching completely to me.

"Mace, words can't begin to describe how much I…".

He hugs me. His thin arms slid around my waist and his hands entwine in my lower back. His head rests on my chest, he starts to hum a sort of lullaby and only then I begin to repent of all my bad and stupid decisions.

Because Mason deserves someone a thousand times better than me in every way that a person can cover.

"You don't know how much I missed you, too".

My head finds a place somewhere in the crook of his shoulder, my nose meets the skin of his neck and every time I breathe I get intoxicated with the delicious scent of his body.

"I've been an idiot all this time, I shouldn't behave like that with you, but it's just… I don't know, I wasn't sure how to react in that moment".

"Trust me, I would have reacted the same way" I say.

He sways slightly, I feel extremely limited by the reactions that my clumsy movements produced. I really need dance lessons, or at least some stunts, anything to improve my flexibility and speed of my movements. But I'll never join the Cheerios, even if he asks me to.

"Spencer, tell me what happened with Alistair. I need you to tell me".

"I… Mace, I… dammit, I was an idiot, and I'm really sorry…".

"You don't need to say it" we raise our look at the same time, our eyes find the other ones and we stay like that, looking at the soul of the other through our brilliant irises. "I can see you're telling me the truth".

He wants honesty, he wants the truth that Rod said it will burn to come out. I'll give him what he wants.

"I kissed Alistair… on the lips…" his face hardens but a smile appears slightly.

"That's all?" I nod, feeling so freaking bad for it. "When?".

"One day before he auditioned for the club" I touch his nose with mine and he gives me an Eskimo kiss. "I don't want to talk about it…".

He nods and only stares at my eyes, like if he was looking for some hint of hesitation or a signal that can make him think that I'm lying. If I want this to continue then from now on I will not hide absolutely anything. For our sake.

"Mason" I say, and my voice cracks with the words. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me in this time, and I'm seriously, seriously, willing to make amends and do whatever you ask me to. I don't want to lose you".

His eyes gets moisten a little before the shadow of what appears to be a kiss caresses my lips, taking out a sigh when he moves away.

"Relax, Spens, you will not. You're not going to lose me… in fact I…" he bites his lower lip and smiles to me again. If he knew how many hours I spent at night crying my eyes out and hoping to see that smile again it wouldn't be enough. "Al, come in, please".

Like if he had been listening to the whole conversation, which I'm sure he did, Alistair enters.

"You guys were taking too long".

Alistair places a hand in Mace's waist, MY Mace. I refuse to hit him with one of the crutches in the face, at the height of those bright and mesmerizing silver eyes.

The silence that falls upon us is something more than uncomfortable, I can't even reach to hear the sound of the crickets that surely are performing their mating rituals outside the school.

Before I can say anything, before I can even think about what I will say, the lips I know perfectly collide against mine. Small, a pink tone that delights just watching them, soft, frightened but determined at what they do; everything that the rookie Mason McCarthy is.

He moves and another pair of lips places on mine. These seems to be a type of experts at what they do, knowing tricks that make little giggles to leave my throat without my permission and having me to grip the crutches. Alistair, the expert, is kissing me, just after Mace did.

I guess in this hierarchy I'm in a middle term.

"I… think… I'm going to pass out" I whisper when I move apart, feeling that my eyelids weigh and that I move backwards.

"Then I can't imagine what will you do when we do this" Alistair says, outlining half smile.

In a blink the two of them smile, in another they look at each other, and in a third they're kissing in front of me. I can feel the hectic of their breaths inches from my face.

My head seems to crash at the sight; I'm stunned by what happens in front of me, the way in which Mace responds the skillful attacks of the lips and tongue of Alistair; I'm jealous of seeing another guy daring to kiss the almost virginal delicacy that Mason represents; I'm sad to see that the smile I thought it was only for me now he portholes it with Al; I'm happy to know that all this mess found a solution.

Watching them do that is achieving a new level of excitement in me, and watching them moving apart just makes me want to see them doing it again, longer… the three of us with less clothing that the ones we're wearing.

"So, this means that we are…?" they both laugh and I feel left out the joke. "You know, the three of us…".

"Yeah, that's exactly what happens" they hold hands and smile to each other.

"We are something new".

The confidence with which Mason talks shows that our ordeal has been forgotten, that now is where we start with something that is new for the three of us.

I love this idea.

"How do you think the others will take it?" Mace places to my right and Al in my left, they kiss me in the cheeks at the same time and I appreciate having the extra support from the crutches.

"Whatever it is…" Al starts.

"… we'll face it together" Mace concludes.

They kiss me one more time and we all three leave the choir room. I hope that Vocal Adrenaline is ready for us, they will not know who gave them the beating of their lives.