There isn't really an excuse for how little I've been updating. I have been so, so, so busy with work, and school, and I have a ton of drama going on in my family right now. And it's just really hard to find time to write. This isn't really my best chapter, but I know that I needed to update before December...if you haven't completely abandoned this story, I hope you enjoy :)

Sitting outside the mainstage auditorium, James and Logan held hands and tried to focus on something other than the fact that the cast list for Wicked would posted right above their heads in a mere ten minutes. James chose to lock his gaze on Logan's dark hair, the way it curled around the shell of his pale ear, the way it shaggily fell in front of those chocolate eyes that James had become so used to. He focused on all the memories that Logan and himself had created over the past week and a half, trying to avoid thoughts about what would happen if Logan was cast as Fieryo instead of him. I won't get pissed off at him. I will NOT get pissed off at him. Just remember how much he went through before deciding to date me. Just keep that in mind. I've managed to make it a week and half without screwing anything up.

A soft sigh pulled him out of his thoughts. Logan rested his head on James' shoulder, eyes watery and nervous. "What's wrong?" James asked quietly, running a gentle hand down the side of his boyfriend's face.

"I'm nervous, James. I haven't gone through this type of thing since high school." Logan took in a shuddering breath and dug his face further into the crook of the taller's neck. "And I'm worried about us." He said almost inaudibly. James could feel Logan's cheeks flame with a fierce blush as he spoke the words.

And he was confused. Worried? A-about us? Why would he be worried about us? Oh God. I can't lose him. James felt a shot of anxiety rocket through his body. "Wh-why are you worried about us?"

Logan looked up and locked eyes with James. "James, I have watched Carlos and Camille dance around each other for years, avoiding a relationship because they were worried that tension over their careers would ruin what they had together. If they were that nervous, and they wouldn't be competing for any type of role at all, then we should be really worried." He swallowed audibly and shifted his gaze to the floor. "I don't want to lose you over this, James."

James blinked once, feeling his chest tighten at Logan's words. "Logan...you're not gonna lose me. I fought to get you. I'm not gonna let you go."

"I don't want you to hate me if I ever get a role that you want."

Running his hand along the side of Logan's face, James ducked his head down closer. "I could never hate you, Logie. Even if you do get the part of Fieryo, I won't hold it against you. It'll just mean that you did better than me at auditions."

Logan shook his head fiercely. "No. That's impossible. You were wonderful, James. If I Can't Love Her from Beauty and the Beast was the perfect song for your audition. It was smart to not sing a song from Wicked. That's the biggest mistake I made." Logan laid his head on James' shoulder. "The only reason why I auditioned with Dancing Through Life was because I know that song really well. It's the one that got me here in the first place."

James had to bite back words of agreement, not quite ready to reveal to his boyfriend that he had watched his supposed-to-be-confidential audition tape. "Really? I didn't know that." Thank God for acting classes.

Nodding, the shorter brunette sighed heavily. "And plus, you look more like a Fieyro than I do. I'd be able to give a more convincing performance if I were to be cast as Boq. If I get a part at all." He looked at James. "If I get cast as Fieyro, I'll tell them that I don't want it, okay? I know how much having the lead male role means to you."

And didn't that just make James feel guilty? "Logan, no. I don't want you to do that. If you get that part, it means that you deserve it. I wouldn't take that away from you." And before Logan could say another word of protest, James ducked his face down and captured those red lips he had become so accustomed to. He tangled a hand in Logan's short brown hair, coaxing the other boy's mouth open with his tongue. Feeling a low groan emit from his partner's throat only made him kiss with more fervor as he wrapped his free hand behind Logan's neck.

A clearing of a throat above them broke their kiss. Logan, blushing as red as a fire truck, looked up and locked eyes with Professor Rivera. Crap.

"Excuse me, gentleman. I didn't mean to break up such an...endearing moment." The elder raised an eyebrow, piercing the pair with a judgmental glare. "Mr. Diamond, may I have a word with you?" Not waiting for a reply, Professor Rivera spun on his heel and walked back down the hallway.

James looked at Logan and bit his bottom lip. "I'll be right back, okay?" At Logan's nod, James pecked his boyfriend's lips, stood up, and quickly followed the stern teacher.

Coming to a stop at the end of the hallways, Professor Rivera turned to face James, a look of disapproval etched on his face. "What was that about, Mr. Diamond?" He asked, settling his hands on his hips. James felt his cheeks heat up and he swallowed audibly. Looking into Professor Rivera's eyes, he let out a deep breath.

"It-it's not what you think."

"Really?" Professor Rivera cocked an eyebrow. "To me, it looked like you were kissing the same boy that I gave an audition recommendation to—under your pleading. That can't just be a coincidence, James."

James sighed heavily and ran his hand through his hair. "Okay, here's what happened. But you cannot tell my father about any of this." Waiting for Professor Rivera's nod, James continued. "I didn't get together with Logan until a week and a half ago. Way after you gave him the recommendation. I barely even knew him when I asked you to do that. All I knew was that he an insanely talented guy who deserved a shot. That's all. I wasn't dating him then."

Professor Rivera adjusted the square glasses on his face and smoothed a hand over the front of his dress shirt. "And why don't you want me to tell your father about any of this?"

"Because he'd disown me and kick me out of Juilliard." James said simply, looking down at the ground.

"Why? There are many gay male performers on Broadway. You'd fit right in."

"Yeah, well, Dad doesn't want a son who's gay. Believe me. Been down that road before. I'd really rather not do it again." James intoned, shrugging his shoulders and shoving his hands in his front pockets.

Professor Rivera nodded once. "Very well. I won't mention any of this to your father. Now, I presume that you and Mr. Mitchell were waiting for the cast list to be posted?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I'll let you get back to that. Have a good day, James." Professor Rivera said, stepping around James and walking down the hallway. Stopping about ten feet away from James, the teacher turned around and smiled. "You two make a lovely couple, James. Don't let your father undermine what makes you happy."

James could feel a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Thank you, Professor." With that, the sandy-haired student practically sprinted back down the hallways and collapsing to the ground beside Logan. He gathered the brunette boy into his arms and kissed his neck repeatedly.

"Wha-what was that about, James?" Logan asked, attempting to maintain a sense of concentration, despite the intoxicating effect that his boyfriend's mouth had on him. "What did Professor Rivera—oh that feels really good—need you for?" James ignored him and continued to suck and nip at Logan's sensitive, creamy-white skin. Logan wrapped an arm around James' neck and pulled his head up and away from his clavicle to meet his eager, awaiting lips. Almost immediately, James' tongue invaded Logan's mouth, tasting every inch of his partner while swallowing the small moans of pleasure that were escaping Logan's throat.

Once they broke apart, Logan inhaled and exhaled quickly, trying to regain his breath, cheeks flushed. "J-James…I need to tell you something."

"What?" James' voice was breathless, guttural, and deep. Logan loved it.

"They-they posted the cast list while you were with Professor Rivera. I didn't want to look at it until you got back."

James' eyes popped open and he jumped to his feet, pulling Logan with him. "Oh my God, Logan! Why didn't you say something sooner?"

"Uh…you kind of attacked me before I could, James." Logan smiled when James wrapped his arm around his waist. "Not that I'm complaining." He pressed a gentle kiss to James' neck and turned to face him.

"You love my kisses."

"That I do." Logan grinned, still in complete wonder over the fact that he was so comfortable with having a boyfriend. I should not be this relaxed and okay with kissing James in public. Someone could easily catch us and—Logan was more than a little shocked when he felt a lightning bolt filled with lust rocket through his chest, into his stomach, and coming to a stop at his cock. Oh God. How did I not know that I find getting caught a turn on. Better not tell James about that one.

James ran a hand through the sensitive hair on the nape of Logan's neck and smiled crookedly. "Let's go look at the call sheet before the entire mob of hopefuls crowd the area."

Feeling his stomach flip-flop repeatedly, Logan gulped. "I'm nervous."

"We'll be fine, Logie. I promise." Coming to in front of the bulletin board outside of the theater offices, James faced Logan and planted his hands on his boyfriend's shoulders, bracing the both of them. "We'll be okay." And with a deep breath, James turned to look at the list that was tacked onto the cork.

Elphaba- Lucy Stone

Glinda- Jo Taylor

The Wizard of Oz- James Diamond

Fieryo- Logan Mitchell

Boq- Jett Stetson

Doctor Dillamond- Dak Zevon

Madame Morrible- Jennifer Bruin

Nessarose- Stephanie King

****All other ensemble castings will be posted on ****

James felt his heart plummet to his stomach and his head begin to pound at the sight of Logan's name beside Fieyro's. I. Didn't. Get. It. Oh my God, I didn't get it. Oh God. This has never happened before. What-what do I do? What do I say? Oh my God I don't know what to do. He heard Logan gasp audibly and grip his forearm. Focus on Logan. Focus on Logan. You can get mad later.

Gulping down his emotions, James turned to face Logan and forced a wry smile on his face. "Congrats, Logie." He said with false happiness as he pressed a kiss to the top of his boyfriend's head. Logan was staring at the paper, his mouth hung open in shock.

"I got the part." A small whisper emitted from the quiet boy.

"Yes, you did. I'm so proud of you." This time, the words James spoke had a ring of truth to them. I am proud of him. I really am. James repeated the phrase in his head like a mantra.

Logan tilted his head up to stare at James. "James…I'm really sorry. I know how much you wanted it." His voice quivered with nerves as he grabbed James' fingers in a vice-tight grip. James smiled weakly and pressed his lips to Logan's.

"I'm not mad at you. You obviously deserve the part." James framed Logan's face between his hands. "You're going to be fantastic."

A small grin spread across Logan's features and he quickly kissed James' cheek. "Are you sure?" At James' slight nod, he smiled even more broadly. "Hey! You got the Wizard! That's a big part!"

"Yeah, it is. It'll be fun, playing the insane guy."

"I know that you'll own the stage whenever you're on it. You always do." Logan said encouragingly.

James smiled crookedly and encircled Logan's waist with his sturdy arms. "We'll be fantastic. I just know it." He kissed Logan's forehead gently. "We should probably go and start practicing for our scene preview in Nielson's class on Wednesday. Still haven't split the song into tenor and bass parts. That'll take a while."

Logan wrapped himself around his boyfriend, holding his impossibly close. "You sure we're okay?"

Not really. "Absolutely."

He'd deal with it tomorrow.