I don't own the Rent characters. I only own Gwen and Jesse. Review! Enjoy.

Jesse crouched down in an abandoned alleyway, he was breathing heavily, crying. I always fuck up everything. He thought, crying even more violently. He didn't know what else to do. He couldn't go back to see Collins, he was probably angry. Mark and the others had probably heard about the incident already. He covered his face and sobbed spastically. Then he heard a voice from just outside the alley.

"Jesse?" Said the voice. "Is that you?"

Jesse looked up, his eyes widened. "M-Mark?"

Mark ran down the Alley, closely followed by a masculine looking woman. He knelt down next to Jesse. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Jesse sniffled.

"No you aren't…" Mark said softly. "Do you have any idea how depressed Collins is?"

"I left like half an hour ago…he can't be that depressed." Jesse mumbled. "Now leave me alone…I'll be fine Mark."

Gwen looked at Mark. "If he says he'll be alright…you have to trust him." She said in her distinctive voice. "If you need anything honey, I live just up the street from here, in the white complex. My name is Gwen."

Jesse nodded, looking at the ground. Mark got up and sighed. He and Gwen left the Alley. They walked up the street together, Gwen had taken Mark's hand, and he didn't exactly object to it. They chatted contently, laughing ever so often. Since they walked slowly, it took a good forty-five minutes, to reach a destination just a block away from Mark's apartment. Gwen pulled out her key and unlocked the door to the apartment building. They walked up the stairs and into Gwen's apartment.

"Welcome to my humble abode." Gwen said throwing her purse on a side table. "Make yourself at home."

"Uh…thanks." Mark looked around, it was a quaint apartment. He sat down on a chair. "Nice place."

"I try to make the most of it." Gwen said walking over to her phone. "What are you in the mood for?" She asked.

"Wha…what?" He asked, snapping to attention.

"For supper." She giggled.

"Oh…whatever you want." He said smiling. "I'm not picky."

"Well that's good to hear." She winked at him.

I'm not gay. Don't let her seduce you. "Yeah…" He sat back in the couch. She looked at him and grinned at she talked on the phone with the take out restaurant. I have to come to terms. I might be gay. After she hung up Mark got up and walked over to her. He wrapped his arms around her petite waist. She giggled. "Gwen…I really like you." He said slowly. He leant in and after a moment of debating he pulled her into a kiss. Fuck it. I'm gay. And damn proud.