Trapped
by simplyme26

Reed stopped. He could've sworn he heard something. A muffled cry whose voice sounded distinctly familiar..

"Anybody? Kinda stuck here!"

Was that..? No way..

With furrowed brows, Reed rushed up the stairs that led to the rooftop, tripping numerous times along the way and wordlessly brushing off the forming bruises. As he neared the top of the narrow stairs, Reed heard the banging and the shouting stop. He wondered what happened. He proceeded on, not without minor casualties, till he reached the ominous red door labelled 'Rooftop'.

Carefully, he peered in. Nothing but an expanse of cement, the occasional generator and a long stretch of pipes. No sign of anybody. To be absolutely certain, Reed stepped out, letting the door fall shut behind him. He walked around freely, watching for any signs of life. Rarely was anyone up here. Ever since that incident with Dwight getting stuck up here due to the-

Oh dear.

Oh no. Oh no no no no.

Please, God, NO.

"Reed?"

Reed turned to be met with a very very surprising sight. "Logan? What are you doing up here?"

Logan gaped, from the artist to the damned closed door. He let out a long-suffering sigh, locking his fingers behind his head and directing his gaze to the heavens. "Great, just great. You'd think a Windsor would know not to leave their rooftop door close."

Reed sheepishly looked down, an embarrassed blush on his cheeks. Yes, Reed would admit that it was his fault but he wished Logan wouldn't be such a jerk about it. He wrung his hands at the thought of being stuck in a secluded space with the temperamental blonde. "Sorry.."

The next few hours, or however long their waiting was going to take, were going to be brutal for both parties.

Logan sent a calculating gaze at Reed's way. The small artist looked nervous, scared even. Logan sighed resignedly. Right now, he was in Windsor territory which meant any hand laid on a Windsor had to be non-threatening, otherwise chaos would erupt. Not to mention Reed was Kurt's best friend. He may be with Julian now, but that didn't mean Kurt acted any less feistily towards him. Logan decided Reed should be relatively easy to talk to. The guy was a mouse, no offense. He was just.. really fragile. "Thanks anyway, I guess.."

Reed looked up, surprised. "Um.. sure." He let himself smile. It seemed like Logan was making an effort to be friendly. He might as well reciprocate while they were stuck up here.

Logan sighed. "So, how long do you think we'll be stuck here?"

"We can be heard from the second floor. If we shout long enough, someone's bound to hear."

Logan smirked, already stalking towards the door. "I'll take that as a challenge."

"Have you seen Reed?" Shane worriedly asked every other person he passed, and every time he received the answer he didn't want. He had already scoured the entire campus, but to no avail. He figured Reed had to come back to his room sometime, right? So he opted to stay at the artist's room for a while. For a long while (it was really only twenty minutes). When he got fed up, he started round two of the look-for-Reed expedition.

"Anderson!"

Shane froze. That voice was eerily familiar. If he guessed right, the owner should not be in here. Slowly, he turned. "Julian?" He was right. "What- what are you doing here?"

"Have you seen Lo? He was supposed to be bringing back Blaine's history notes."

Logan's missing too? And in Windsor? This day got even stranger. "Can't find Reed either. You think maybe they're together?"

Julian snorted, clearly amused. "Doubt it. Lo wouldn't stay in here longer than he had to."

Shane narrowed his eyes at the actor. "Then why are you here?"

"Because I've searched the entire campus, except here. I don't know what might be keeping that giant squid of ignorance, but apparently it's important enough that he's spent nearly an hour doing it."

Shane snorted. "Sometimes, I question you guys' ability to hold a conversation without bickering."

Julian smirked wryly. "That's cause we can't."

Shane grinned. "How's that working out for you?"

"I didn't come here for relationship advice, Anderson."

Shane didn't bother to comment that he certainly could use it. "Do you at least want to look for them together?"

Julian scrutinized the dancer. He could use the company while he was here. "Sure. Why not?"

"Windsors have gone half-deaf from the copious amounts of explosions in this place." Logan sulked, lips dangerously close to a pout and arms crossed over his wide chest.

Reed suppressed the grin threatening to spread across his lips. Instead, he smiled sheepishly. "Maybe they're getting ready for Parent's Night?"

"Doesn't change the fact that you've all gone half-deaf."

Reed smiled apologetically.

Logan had been screaming his lungs out for fifteen minutes before he crumpled to the floor in surrender, voice nearly turning hoarse. Frustration flirted with his temper, but he did his best to keep himself under control. Exploding with only Windsor's dormouse around could result to unwanted conflicts. He had politely (as politely as Logan could be in this situation) asked Reed to take a stab at crying for help. Reed complied, only to be unheard.

Long story short, nearly an hour later, they were still stuck together.

At least Logan hasn't had the urge to maim anyone yet. And they were sitting relatively close to each other with a lessened amount of awkwardness.

Reed could sort of see what Blaine and Joshua had seen in the blonde. Logan could be quite charming when he wanted to.

"Jules is probably pissed." Logan kicked a non-existent rock.

Okay, so maybe now wasn't a good example of charming Logan.

"I told him I'd be back in ten minutes."

"He's probably looking for you as we speak." Reed tried to comfort the large blonde.

Logan turned to the artist, a bit sceptical, but didn't question him. "Isn't Shane here?"

At the mention of his boyfriend, Reed reddened faintly, eyes darting sideways. "Yeah.." Three months of dating and the mere sound of Shane's name still flustered him. Pathetic.

Logan snorted. "You guys are just the picture-perfect couple, aren't you? Honeymoon stage all throughout the relationship."

Reed was unsure whether that was a compliment or an insult. "We try our best to avoid fights. Sometimes, we just don't see the point of fighting when we barely see each other in a week."

"You guys have never fought?"

Reed blushed. "We're only three months in.. There's still a lot we don't know about each other."

"Have you had sex?"

Have they whatnow? Reed spluttered, turning completely red at the statement because what the heck. They haven't even tread on that topic before, and Reed preferred it that way, thank you very much.

Logan smirked smugly. "I'll take that as a no then."

Reed was almost afraid to ask. "H-have you?"

Logan snorted. "Please. Jules and I weren't exactly virgins when we got together."

Somehow, Reed felt like he should've expected that.

"It's cool though." Logan shrugged. "When you're not ready, you're not ready."

Very rarely, the old Logan reared its pretty head and Reed found that he liked it.

"Maybe they're not here?"

"Lo said he'd be here, then he'd be here."

Shane was impressed that Julian trusted Logan's word so much. "Maybe he left and you guys just didn't cross paths."

"What's your explanation for your little Dormouse then?"

"..Maybe he's out there too."

"Key word being 'maybe'."

Shane sighed, exasperated. They had been scouring the entirety of Windsor, looking for the familiar heads of their boyfriends. It wasn't that Julian wasn't an absolute delight to be with (not saying that he was), but precious time was being wasted. He only visited during the weekends, and even when those two measly days were well spent with Reed, Shane always felt like never leaving.

And now, half of his Saturday had just gone down the drain.

"This is pointless." Julian finally stopped, growing weary as well. "We've gone through this house four times. You'd think someone as big as Logan would be easy to spot."

Shane snorted. "I honestly don't understand how you two are part of a working relationship. No offense. It's just that even when he's not here, you find a way to subtly insult him. I can only imagine how it is when you're actually face-to-face."

Julian smiled nostalgically, not the least bit offended. "I can see how it may seem strange to you, considering your relationship is all unicorns and ranebow, but that's our thing." He shrugged. "We fight. That's how we know we're okay. We exchange the usual insults, and laugh it off. When we're quiet, that's when you should be worried."

Shane nodded slowly, more curious now that Julian was letting him in. "So you've never actually had a real fight..?"

Julian shrugged. "Occasionally. But then we have amazing make-up sex afterwards."

All blood rushed to Shane's face as his mind drew a blank. Sex was a sensitive topic for them. Actually, they never even talked about it. Shane figured Reed would bring it up when he was ready. He could hear faint laughter from the actor beside him.

"Come on," Julian grinned slyly, nudging the dancer. "Don't tell me you've never thought of doing unspeakable things to your innocent little Dormouse? You know what they say, the quiet ones are always the wildest."

"Please," Shane covered his red face with a large palm. "Shut. Up."

Julian responded with a laugh.

Suddenly, the loud banging of a hollow metal door accompanied by cries of help cut through their conversation. The brunettes stopped. That voice was awfully familiar..

There it was again.

With a quick exchange of glances, the two sped off to the source of the voice and the banging. Julian instantly recognized the familiar stairway; Stuart had one just like it.

"Are you fucking kidding me? They were in the fucking rooftop?"

"Rooftop?"

"Well, shit. They were two floors above us all this time."

"They can't get out themselves?"

"It doesn't open from the outside."

Shane grimaced. "Why are they together in the first place?"

Julian glared at the imposing red door. "We're about to find out."

As the two blasted out the door, they were met with relieved faces. This time, Reed made sure the door didn't close.

Shane had pulled Reed in for a brief yet inviting embrace, inhaling the artist's scent. "We've been looking for you for hours." He pulled away, fingers wrapped around the small one's shoulders and eyes piercing the other's. "You okay?"

Reed smiled gratefully, nodding. "Yeah.. Thanks. We've been trying to get out ever since we got closed out."

"But apparently, everyone in Windsor is half-deaf." Logan quipped, arms draped securely around Julian's shoulders.

Julian snorted. "With all the explosions and water gun fights you have here, I'm surprised you're not completely deaf."

Logan and Reed shared a knowing smile because well, that was almost what Logan said.

The two pairs finally walked out the door and down the staircase, with Reed receiving much needed assistance from his boyfriend who was more than willing to help.

"What were you guys doing up there anyway?"

"I went up there to help Logan, when I accidentally shut the door on us." Reed blushed faintly. "I don't know what Logan was doing up there though."

All pairs of eyes were curiously on Logan, who glared at all of them before turning away. "I got curious, alright? You have a tech-genius secretly living in a secluded floor of your house. For all I know, the rooftop was your Wonderland."

Fucking end because it's 2AM and I need my sleep.