Chapter 29

I turned around to see Santana and Rachel rushing toward me. "Alright, Starchild," said Santana, panting a little from singing and running, "it's time to settle this once and for all. Who is better?"

"You're both pretty," I said, practically sighing. Rachel and Santana did not look pleased. "And," I continued, "I'm not gonna pick sides or choose favorites or anything like tha-"

"Yeah, well," interrupted Rachel, "sometimes you have to."

"Well, maybe," I said, fed up that I kept getting interrupted, "but not me and not for this." I rose to feet, making Santana's and Rachel's expressions change from impatient to slightly shocked. "You know what? Until you guys can figure out your...your stuff, I'm done! I'm done with the band!" All my pent up frustration was finally being released and it felt so good.

"What?" Exclaimed Rachel, her expression filled with disappointment.

"Yeah!" I persisted. I turned my head to look eye to eye with Santana. "You know what, Santana? You can find a new singing partner." Rachel smiled at Santana, giving her a "haha" kinda look, but I wasn't done. "Rachel," I said, snapping her out of her enjoyment, "you can be my roommate, but I'm not your new 'best gay'."

"What?" Winced Rachel.

"Ha!" Said Santana, mocking Rachel. I started to walk away, but there was one last thing I wanted to say and couldn't hold it in any longer.

"And Kurt," I declared, turning around to face the shocked Kurt, "you might be used to this kinda drama, but I'm not! I'm over it!" I turned around angrily and strutted away fiercely, leaving my friends frozen in disbelief. I had had enough of all their stupid fighting and just couldn't deal with it anymore. I didn't even care that I wasn't in the band anymore. It was crumbling anyway, so why bother to stay along for the ride. As I angrily walked down the streets of New York, I heard the sound of thunder crash nearby. I gasped and looked up, a dark grey storm cloud floating above me. Not seconds later, a heavy downpour of rain came down. I grunted loudly and stamped my foot in rage.

"Seriously?! UGH! Wonderful!" I grumbled to myself as I continued walking in the pouring rain. The sky flashed white for a moment as lightning struck somewhere in the distance. I kept my eyes on my boots, which were getting ruined by the rain. Suddenly, I bumped in something. "Hey," I said looking up, "watch where you're go-" It was Damian, holding a large black umbrella over his head. "H-Hey."

"Hey..." replied Damian, "where are your friends?"

"Back at the Spotlight Diner," I answered.

"You're out here by yourself?" I nodded. Damian sighed and held his umbrella over me. "Not anymore, you're not." I looked up at the umbrella, then looked at Damian.

"Damian, thank you, but I don't want you to get wet." Damian chuckled softly.

"I'd rather it be me than you." I shook my head and held the umbrella so that it was positioned over both of us.

"There," I said with a small smile, "all better." Damian half-smiled at me, his eyes sparkling in the flash of lightning.

"Come on," he said, "I'll walk you home while you tell me what's bothering you."

"How can you tell something's bothering me?" Damian shrugged.

"I just know that look on your face." I sighed and told Damian about the whole feud between Rachel and Santana and how I got mixed up in it. "Wow," said Damian, "they really wanted you to pick a favorite? That's so childish."

"I thought so too!" I replied. "I don't know how I'm gonna face Rachel again tonight or what I should say. And now that I'm out of the band, I don't have anymore opportunities to get discovered and live my dream of being a rockstar." I sighed and looked down as Damian and I stopped in front of my building. "I guess it was a silly thought anyway...me being a rockstar..."

"Elliott," said Damian, "you've gotta stop doing that."

"Doing what?" I said, looking at him.

"Giving up on yourself and your dream! This is going to be the last and only time I tell you this, so listen good. You are an exceptional singer with the most unique style I have ever seen! There is no one out there like you and that is something of rockstar quality. Plus, you are so passionate about your music and your dream that...it'd be terrible to just throw it all away. I know you don't believe what you're saying when you talk like that, so don't even say those things at all. If you can't find another opportunity to make yourself known, I know you'll make one. That's just the type of wonderful person you are." I could feel my bottom lip quivering with joy as I looked at Damian's gorgeous blue eyes. I laughed softly as I gently ran my fingers across Damian's prickly unshaven cheek. He blushed bright red, which made me smile more.

"You're such a sweetheart," I said as I wrapped my arms around Damian's neck, pulling him into a deep, passionate, yet sweet kiss. Damian froze up and I could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. I purred as he finally gave in and kissed me back, dropping his umbrella to take my hat off and run his fingers through my hair, messing it up as he did so. I moaned as Damian's tongue went into my mouth, and mine into his. The rain poured down on us as I ran my hands down Damian's back, pulling him in closer to me. After a few euphoria-filled moments, I broke off the kiss and smiled at Damian, who was smiling back.

"E-Elliott," he said breathless, "that was-"

"Shh," I said, pressing my index finger to his lips with a giggle, "hush. Wanna come upstairs to my apartment and do it again?" Damian nodded and we both giggled as we walked into the building. Before we passed the front desk, I gasped in realization. "Oops! Almost forgot!" I reached into my satchel and counted up all my money, slamming the full stack of it onto the front desk and scaring the old man sitting their. "Here's my rent, from Elliott Gilbert with love!" I turned around back to Damian. "Okay, now we can go!" He and I laughed as we ran up to my apartment. I quickly unlocked the door and we practically skipped inside. Damian and I fell onto the couch and began making out passionately. Damian was a fabulous kisser and, if I may add, was amazingly talented with his tongue. I rubbed his thighs as he kissed me deeper, moaning and begging for more. We went on like that for about twenty minutes, then I decided we take it to the bedroom. I'm sure you can imagine what went down, but I'll just say that the sheets joined our wet clothes on the floor when we were finished. When everything was said and done, Damian and I cuddled in my bed, only the comforter covering our naked bodies. Damian rested his head on shoulder and smiled up at me.

"Wow, Elliott," he said blissfully, "just...wow." I blushed red and smiled.

"You weren't so bad yourself," I said with a giggle. Damian smiled at first, but then looked a little glum. "What's wrong?" I asked, lifting his chin up to face me. Damian sighed.

"This isn't going to end like it did with you and Kurt, is it?" I blushed red, embarrassed by my own actions, then I took a deep breath.

"Damian," I said, "what happened between Kurt and I is in the past. He and I were both very drunk and if we weren't, it never would've happened at all. It was a mistake. But this...this was not a mistake. At least, not for me it wasn't." Damian gasped.

"Oh no, Elliott!" He said quickly, "I don't think it was a mistake either! I was just worried that you regretted this." I caressed Damian's cheek slowly and kissed his nose.

"I don't. However, I would like to take this kinda slow." Damian raised his eyebrow at me with a smirk and I laughed. "I mean starting now! I really want this to work out. I don't want it to end up like what happened to Kurt and I. I really like you, Damian. I don't want to ruin this." Damian cuddled against my chest and sighed happily.

"Okay, Elliott," he said, "we'll do this right." He intertwined our fingers and held my hand tightly. I rested my head on his and smiled as I closed my eyes.

"You better be here when I wake up from my nap, Damian." He giggled and yawned quietly.

"I will. Because I'm gonna nap too. Sweet dream, Elliott."

"See you in yours," I yawned slowly drifting off to sleep. Finally, I had one good thing that I didn't manage to mess up somehow. And this time, I was sure that I would hang to this one tight and never let it go.