Turning the knob, Gene pushed the door open. "Mi casa is Sue's casa," Gene beamed as he stepped inside, tossing the keys to the end table next to the front door. It wasn't the cleanest apartment, but it was livable. The entire apartment was pitch black, considering it was almost 4 in the morning. "Do you mind if I shower? Hospitals are disgusting," Scott said, running a hand through his hair in disgust. Gene gestured towards the bathroom, "Go right ahead, I'm sure I'd love to see you change your clothes," he blurted out without thinking, causing the dusty blonde to laugh. "S-Sorry, I just…you're really…" Gene stammered.

Without a word, Scott leaned down and kissed Gene on the cheek before sauntering off to the bathroom. "I….what?" the musician was left standing there, dumbfounded. He just…oh man, I gotta see this. Gene bolted to his room, getting on the floor. He pushed aside a pile consisting of dirty laundry, papers written all over with unfinished songs, and unused textbooks. "This better work, T," he mumbled.

"Hey T, remember that one time in middle school when you used to look in the boys locker room from the crack in the janitor's closet?" Gene asked as he unpacked.

Tina turned to her younger brother after setting down a box of Gene's things. "Oh, yeah. What about it?" Gene leaned over and whispered, "So, I'm probably gonna have a lot of guys come through this place once me and Logan get settled in, and I found a crack in the wall under my bed in my room. Give me some pointers?" Tina made her way to Gene's room, crawling under the bed. The brother followed suit, pointing to the wall. The bespectacled sister pulled a small screwdriver out of her pocket. "Wait, where did you get that?" Gene stared at it. "You don't want to know," Tina said as she lightly chipped at the crack in the wall. "N-No, I think I d-" "No, Gene." "…Okay."

A small hole that would be unseen from the bathroom was made. As the siblings started to crawl out from under the bed, Louise looked inside the room. "Guys, I've been looking for you. I think I dropped Gene's dil-…what the hell are you guys doing under the bed?"

"YOU LOST ELTON?!"

Gene had only used the hole once or twice, once on Logan, and once on Dylan. It wasn't very large, but it sufficed enough to be able to see up to the knees (or thighs, depending how short the person was). The rest of the time, Gene put a box in front of it. Nothing was worse than lying awake in the middle of night trying to sleep when all you can hear is someone urinating on the other side of the wall. Trying to fit under the bed, Gene slowly looked up the hole nervously. Scott's pants were still on and Gene already had a hard on. Blushing, Gene turned away and started crawling out from under the bed. I can't do this, he thought before bumping his head on the metal framing of the bed, causing him to jump a bit and swear loudly. Curling back under the bed, Gene held his head cursing himself.

"Shit, my head…"

The sound of muffled groaning came from the other side of the wall, stopping Scott from zipping down his pants. "Gene?" he called out, confused and worried.

Shit. Maybe if I just try to- "FUCK!" Gene bumped his head once more. Before he could crawl away to safety, Scott quickly ran out of the bathroom and into Gene's room. Halfway out from under the bed, Gene looked up at Scott, prepared to explain, but all he could do was blush.

"Gene, are you okay?" The blonde asked, frowning and getting on his knees to help Gene out. Scott's pants were the only thing on, showing off the man's thin stomach and chest. No abs, though. Good. Because Gene didn't even like abs anyway. They look creepy. Like something is trying to burst out of your body. The dark haired man crawled backwards a little, blushing furiously. "U-Uh, yeah, I'm good. You good? I'm good," he rambled, "Why don't we all just hang out under the bed? Yeah, Gene, sounds like a plan!" Gene refused to get out from under the bed.

"But I wanna see if you're okay…" Scott frowned. Gene twitched a little. "N-N-No! I'm…I'm good! Under here!" he squeaked. The taller man glared at Gene. "I'm pulling you out of there, Gene," he said sternly, grabbing the larger man's forearms and dragging him. "N-No, wait! You…!" But it was too late.

Pants unzipped and a bulge the size of a water bottle, Gene sighed as he felt Scott's eyes on him. "I can explain, I swear!" Gene pleaded. Smiling and helping him up, Scott kept his eyes locked with Gene's. "Sweetie, it's fine," the blonde chuckled, starting to blush. "Although I do have one thing I want you to know." Gene looked at him, still slightly humiliated. "Yeah, what is it?"

"I'm not sure how you've treated your men in the past, but I'm not like that. I don't fuck on the first date, is basically what I'm trying to say. I know you're cute and you probably want your way, and I'm fine with that; I'm more of a bottom honestly. Anyway, I just don't want you thinking I'm like the other guys you've dated, alright?" Scott smiled shyly at Gene.

"…But we're not…wait, is this a dream? I'm not dating you, am I? I mean, not that I mind, in fact that'd be glorious, but…Was I drugged?! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!" Gene freaked out, shaking the other man by the shoulders. Scott stared at him. "The Scott I've only known for a few hours would never even consider for a second that he'd want a fat, loudmouthed musician like me, right?! I mean, seriously, where's the bong? What did you-?" Scott was giggling and covered Gene's mouth with his hand.

"Gene, calm down. I know we just met and all, but I really like you. Honestly, I don't know what you're thinking. I'm not gonna reject a guy because he likes to stuff a few extra Twinkies down with his lunch," Scott grinned, moving his hand away. Gene mumbled something about Twinkies not existing anymore. The tall blonde gently placed a hand on the other man's cheek, looking him in the eyes. "Gene, I think I wanna go out with you. What do you say?" Scott smiled warmly.

"I'll…Can I think about it?" Gene laughed sheepishly. Planting a kiss on Gene's forehead, Scott nodded. "No worries, take your time. I'm gonna go shower now, alright?" Scott smiled and looked down at Gene's pants. "Fap responsibly, cutie," he smirked, pulling up Gene's zipper before leaving the room. Blushing a bright crimson, Gene watched him go, still trying to figure out what just happened.

Slowly opening his eyes, Logan squinted from the bright fluorescents above him. Breathing in, the blonde realized there was something on his head, a bandage of sorts. Struggling to remember why he was in this hospital bed, Logan tried to sit up only to find that his left arm was wrapped tightly from the elbow above to his shoulder. He panicked silently, his memory failing him as he tried once more to come to a conclusion as to what happened to him.

"Logan!" a feminine voice that he rarely heard anymore echoed through the room. The man looked up, his eyes meeting a blonde woman and the bespectacled brunette man beside her.

"Mom?"

Logan felt arms wrapped around his now fragile frame. Wincing in pain from pressure on his arm, Logan sheepishly squeaked a hello before the mother let go. Cynthia looked over her son, frowning. She might not have had a great relationship with her only son, but she still loved him as much as she did the day he was born. "What the hell happened to you? Did that Belcher son try to hav-"

"Mom!" snarled Logan, "I don't know nor do I care how you found out Gene is gay, but I'd appreciate it if you didn't jump to conclusions just because he puts it in a different hole." Logan was not actually used to this; nobody seemed to care about his roommate's orientation aside from his mother. He tended to ignore her banter on how loving the same sex is wrong since he completely disagreed. Logan looked down at his blanketed lap, hands fidgeting with each other as he felt the heat in his eyes, trying to fight back tears. He didn't understand why she was like this. She used to be sweet and loving toward everyone when he was just entering middle school, at least he remembered it that way. He didn't understand how someone who used to be the best mom in the world turned into something so hateful and ugly. "I don't want you here! Ever since I was in 7th grade you suddenly turned into this hateful, bitter bitch, and I don't know why! But-"

"Because your father is a cheating, lying asshole!"

Logan looked at his dad. "…What? Dad, wait, what did you…?"

"Son…I wasn't sure if I was going to tell you, but," his father said quietly.

"…I forgive you," Logan said under his breath, much more upset at the fact that his mom was still there rather than his dad's sexual activities with another man.

Stepping back a bit, the older blonde looked at her injured son with disdain. "Oh, I see. Gene brainwashed you. Along with that Louise again, right? You know if you had never taken that stupid hat you wouldn't be here in this damn hospital. Why do you even still talk to her? She's bad news, Logan, I've told you countless times she-"

Quickly looking up at his mom with tears running down his cheeks and fury in his eyes, Logan managed to let out a loud angry sob.

"Mom, just shut the fuck up! You're wrong about Gene. He's fucking harmless. And you're wrong about Louise. And I'm never going to stop talking to her no matter what you say, because you know what?" Logan angrily yelled as teardrops hit the warm blanket, "Because I'm in fucking love with her! I love her, Mom!"

Cynthia stared at her son like a deer in the headlights as her husband was looking at the wall, trying to block this all out.

"And there's nothing you can fucking do about it, so just go!" he let out one last scream as a nearby nurse pushed through the doorway to see what the commotion was about. Logan's mother trembled a bit, still processing the dilemma before her. The nurse concluded that it was indeed Cynthia that was causing this.

"Mrs. Bush, I think it's time you left," she said quietly, a bit scared of the older woman. The mother said nothing as she turned around and walked past the nurse and out the door. The nurse looked at Logan's dad, before smiling nervously and taking her leave.

The father looked at Logan sadly as he walked to him to hug his son. After an embrace, the older man spoke up to Logan, who was crying violently at this point.

"…She wants to get divorced in the summer," he confessed. Logan stared at his dad with pleading eyes. Logan always knew thousands of other people on the planet had lives that were a million times worse, but he had never felt more like shit than at that moment. He couldn't say a word; he didn't know what to say. He was too confused to continue crying, causing him to calm down.

"I'll call you in a few days to see how you're doing," Leaning forward, the man kissed Logan's bandaged forehead before leaving Logan behind to compose his thoughts.