Hello again readers! I'm sorry it's been such a long delay since the last chapter…I've been somewhat overtaken by the news and spoilers for season 6 and am getting quite excited!

I am planning to finish this before season 6…will be one or 2 more chapters after this one…let me know what you think,…please. Reviews make a writer happy...

FYI - to answer one reviewer's question about the last chapter - she wanted to know if Drew and Marco used condoms...well, no...because they were only touching, no intercourse! I would definitely incorporate condoms into any unsafe activity...thanks for caring enough to ask (seriously)...as Joey said to Marco and Craig - 'no glove, no love' - don't you just love that scene in WPA?

Chapter 8: Confessions on a Dance Floor

Final exams. Marco, Ellie, Kim and Lisa sitting on the floor of their residence hallway, each quietly studying for their finals, dorm room doors open, music playing, much more fun than the library. Marco looked up as Drew approached smiling softly at Marco, knowing their last weekend together was about to begin. Drew sat down beside Marco, gently placing his hand on his thigh. Marco placed his hand on top of Drew's, smiling inquisitively at him, as if to say 'Drew? In public? In straight residence public?'

"I don't care," Drew answered without being asked, "I'm leaving…and you know what? I just want to be with you right now," he whispered quietly to Marco.

"Sounds good to me," Marco got up, closing his book and pulled Drew up by his hand, still holding it. "We'll catch you guys later. I'm going to go help Drew pack." Drew held his hand tightly as they walked down the hall to his room.

"What the fuck?" Marco and Drew turned around to face the mildly disgusted and definitely shocked faces of Rich and Joe. "Not you too, fag."
Marco hadn't had the pleasure of their commentary since the residence workshop. They normally resorted to silence but he guessed this news was just too juicy to shut up about.

"Jesus…do you guys have nothing better to do?" Marco retorted, still holding Drew's hand.

"Converting them now, are you princess?" Such a Dick. Marco was thinking of a witty response when he heard Drew's voice instead.

"Actually yeah…Marco's been converting me all semester, and you know what? I am a fag…and it's amazing. But you know, guys, I am leaving and I hear you're next on his list…so you better steer clear,... because Marco is pretty irresistible." Drew smiled slyly as he opened the door to his room.

Marco, Rich and Joe just stood there, mouths open, as Drew laughed and entered his room.

"Ew," Marco whispered under his breath as he followed Drew. They collapsed on his bed laughing.

Marco and Drew were folding clothes between kisses when Marco's cell phone rang. "It's Dylan….Hey Dylan, what's up?...Here? Now?...In Montreal?...Okay. …It's Drew's last weekend…You do?...Okay, I'll ask him. Lemme call you back."

"What's going on?" Drew looked at Marco somewhat nervously.

"Okay…so that was Dylan."

"And…"

"And…so…he's already in town."

"He is?"

"Yeah…I didn't think he was coming until next week…but anyways…so you can totally totally say no to this..totally…, okay?"

"Okay, Marco…stop the drama and spill whatever it is you have to say."

"Okay…so I told Dylan this was your last weekend…and he wants to meet you…and he wants to know if we want to go out with him to Sky tonight…but you can totally say no."

"Sounds great-"

"And I'll definitely understand that you don't want – what? Did you just say sounds great…but.."

"Look Marco, we were going to go to Sky this weekend anyways…my last chance to dance in a Montreal gay bar…and what makes you think it's only Dylan who wants to meet me?...I mean don't you think I want to meet my first boyfriend's first love? I mean if he stole away your heart he must be a good guy."

"Really?...You want to meet him?...I just thought that since he visited-"

"That what?...That I'd be mad, or jealous, or something? …Whatever, Marco. I'm leaving on Sunday…and I know you well enough to trust who you'll be going with home tonight," Drew smiled taking Marco's hands.

Marco grinned, "Dylan, of course," Drew winced for a second, "….just kidding, just kidding…I can't wait for my last two nights squished into my single bed with you."

Later that evening...

Marco fixed his hair nervously in the mirror, while Drew sat on his bed laughing, "You look great, Marco…I'm sure Dylan will be impressed," Drew teased.

"Shut up…I'm not nervous about seeing Dylan...I'm nervous about you seeing Dylan…Dylan seeing you….this is just too weird," Marco sighed to himself.

Knock knock.

Marco just looked at Drew, "well, here goes." Marco opened the door to the sparkling blue eyes he had seen just a few weeks before smiling down at him again.

"Hey Marco." As Marco hugged Dylan, he quickly attributed the butterflies to his nervousness about the evening.

"Hey Dylan,…Dylan this is Drew." Marco smiled at him.

"Hey Drew,…good to finally meet you," Dylan was on his best behaviour.

"Yeah, you too."

Marco noticed Dylan's eyes travel across Drew's body, surveying him. Dylan nodded – he seemed to approve. What Marco didn't expect was Drew's equally challenging gaze across Dylan, sizing him up, as he stood up to shake his hand. Drew could hold his own. Marco stood between them, looking up at the two taller blonde guys who could both make his heart flutter. Drew and Dylan stared smiling at each other, both amused by the situation.

"I feel like I'm in an Archie comic," Marco laughed, "Betty, Veronica, I think it's time to go," Marco took Drew's hand as Dylan followed them out of the dorm room.

"This is only my second time at Sky, ya know?" Drew said to Marco as they walked up the stairs into the bar, "and last time…well, you remember what happened."

"Uh, yeah…I believe that was the night of your official conversion, if I'm not mistaken," Marco teased, kissing him on the neck. "I guess things have changed slightly for you."

"Yeah…just slightly…I might actually dance with you this time," Drew flirted, pulling Marco onto the dance floor. He motioned for Dylan to join them.

"So you really only just came out two months ago?" Dylan asked.

"Yeah…can you tell?" Drew wondered if he still gave off the nervous new kid vibe.

"No, actually. I'm impressed…hot guy, hot boyfriend, good dancer…you'd never know," Dylan flirted.

"Wait, Dylan… are you flirting with my boyfriend?"

"Why not?" Dylan smiled at Marco, "whoever said Betty and Veronica only had eyes for Archie?" he teased.

The music pumped as the bar filled up with the usual crowd of McGill students, Concordia students, French kids, and tourists checking out the Montreal gay scene. As the dance floor got more crowded, Marco found himself sandwiched between Drew, behind him with is arms wrapped around him, and Dylan, facing him, constant touches, whispers in his ear, lips almost brushing his face. He was spinning with the flashing lights, the alcohol, the heat, the bodies. He leaned back against Drew.

"Drew's hot, Marco," Dylan approved.

"Yeah…I know," Marco smiled up at Drew, turning towards him and pulling him to his body. Drew looked down at him, intensely as always. "Dylan told me he thinks you're hot," Marco whispered to him.

"He did?" Drew smiled, "what'd you say?"

"I said I know," Marco looked flirtatiously up at Drew, pulling his face down to meet his lips. Marco kissed him, mouth open, being kissed back, lost in the sensations surrounding him.

When the kiss ended Marco looked up and Dylan was gone.

"Where'd he go?" Marco looked at Drew.

"There he is" Drew saw the blonde curls re-approaching, "and I'm going to get another drink. Back in a sec."

"I didn't know where you went,"

"No…didn't want to interrupt," Dylan looked amusedly at Marco, "I just went to the washroom."

"Oh."

"What?...You thought I was uncomfortable?"

"Well…I don't know….were you?"

Dylan thought about it for a minute, "Not uncomfortable…a little jealous…and…a little turned on,… watching my former lover make out with a decidedly hot guy."

"Turned on, eh?" Marco laughed, moving his body in to dance with Dylan. Madonna.

Love…it's an illusion...too much confusion…Down,... down,... down in you heart, find... find... find the secret, turn,... turn,... turn your head around, baby we can do it, we can do it alright…

Do you believe in love at first sight? It's an illusion, I don't care…do you believe I can make you feel better…Too much confusion, come on over here…

Dylan wrapped his arms tightly around Marco's waist, moving their lower bodies together.

Can we get together? I really, I really wanna be with you…Come on check it out with me..I hope you, I hope you feel the same way too.

Drew returned, eyes staring questioningly at Marco. Dylan waved him over. Marco took his hands, wrapping them around his waist from behind. Dylan was in front, hands on Drew's waist. Drew was kissing his neck, Dylan's hands traced his sides. Marco was melting.

"I'm dying here, holy…" Marco sighed as he leaned back into Drew.

"I bet you are, Archie…" Dylan teased, "Betty looks like he knows exactly how to kiss you."

"Yeah," Marco breathed, "Wait…how do you know he's Betty?"

Dylan smiled playfully, "Because sexy,…I am definitely Veronica tonight."

"It was good to meet you, Dylan," Drew said as they walked back up the hill to the residence , Marco's hand firmly in his.

"You too, Drew," Dylan nodded to himself, "It seems like you've taken good care of Marco…he's in a good place…I'm happy about that."

"Thanks but…actually, it's definitely Marco who's taken care of me," Drew smiled at Marco as Marco entered the residence, leaving Drew and Dylan standing outside the door.

"Marco's amazing," Drew confessed to Dylan.

"Yeah…I know." Dylan agreed.

"Yeah…I know you know…so you take good care of him next semester, ok?" Drew looked directly at Dylan with his serious eyes conceding the inevitable.

Dylan smiled knowingly at him, "You bet."