Rating and Warning: This is rated M. 16plus Mature subjects, vulgar language. Trigger subjects. MxM, drug references. You've been warned, be careful then.

Ownership: No ownership of Glee, Dalton. Same for the musical number. But I have lots of real dvd's and cd's. I own my imagination, and I won't relinquish my right to that. Tay and Scott are my babies.

Reviews: Do or don't. It'd be nice if you did. My CF?

Musical Inspiration: Outlaws of Love by Adam Lambert. From the album: Trespassing.

Warning: Trigger issues. MxM issues. Yeah read what I wrote above again.

I don't have any association with anyone for music. I've purchased all that I listen to. I'm just letting you know about the music. If you want to listen, then do so. If not then don't.

~ The Nightmare begins ~

The first verse he barely raised his voice. Not whispering, but not very audible.

"Yeah Scott, back to the beginning, and can you actually lift your voice more? We can't hear anything coming from you."

Into the microphone he sung, looking deep into his lovers eyes, wrapping his hands around the mic stand when the words 'colder, colder ' came out of him.

"Don't touch the mic stand. Your every breath and touch is felt by it. Try again."

Second verse, memories of him falling to his knees, pleading for Tay not to leave him.

'We all feel the rain... '

Begging, in disbelief that Tay would abandon what they had. That Tay would believe Sebastian, over his fidelity.

Scott watched Tay run through the rain, and get in the drivers door. Tay looked through the side window at Scott. Then he put the keys in the ignition, turned the engine over. Puts his seatbelt on, looks toward Scott again, still knelt down in the doorway of their apartment.

Scott watches, as Tay checks for clearance, indicates, looks at him, then looks up and drives off. No aggression left in him, Tay is all calm now. And the absence of abuse on his car, settles Scott.

'We can change...

Everywhere we go we're looking for the sun ...' The sun burns hot on his bare back.

A barbecue to celebrate their series of concerts. Happy guests mingled by the pool side. Some enjoyed the eye candy of male and female singles. All enjoyed the food, wine and assorted drinks. Drinks to get a little drunk to. Drinks to get a lot drunk to. And plain flavoured water, for those wanting to stay uptight.

The music was popular to all. Gently playing where people wanted to talk, and very loud down on the dance floor.

Swaying couples enjoyed intimate caresses, of gentle hugs and warm feelings from what was noticeably rising.

'Nowhere to grow old ... '

He raises his chin, aiming his heart felt words in to that microphone. ' Nowhere to grow old, we're always on the run... '

Suddenly aware that he's been chasing Tay for weeks. He'd ring him, no answer, no calls back. Tay wouldn't answer any question straight. He'd just gently kiss Scott, gently hold Scott, gently grab at Scott. Roughly grab, roughly hold, roughly kiss. Demanding the subject be changed. Tay would make Scott the subject. Subject of desire, of lust driven urges.

Slipping his shoes on, Tay grabbed his jacket as he walked out. Scott would see, drop what he was doing, and hurry to the door and watch as Tay walked calmly down the corridor. "Love You." he'd call, while leaning against the door frame. Tay would raise his jacket in the air, as if to wave goodbye behind him. It wasn't an "I Love You Too." but it was acknowledgement.

'Outlaws of Love, O...u...t..l...a...w...s of L...o...v...e...'

Sitting, he looks in the mirror. Not believing there are no bruises visible. No hits to his head or his beautiful face.

"Everyone sees how beautiful you are, Scott. Everyone knows how beautiful you are." Tay had lifted his adoration for Scott up a few levels more. "But you're mine, don't forget that." And he'd hugged him from behind, whilst Scott tried to put his make up on. Tay sits down alongside Scott, reaches and turns Scott toward him, a kiss declaring his love, placed firmly on his forehead.

'Scars make us who we are ...'

Raising the mascara brush, the smash of a knocked crystal vase shatters over the blue tiled floor. A little Tay watches as his Mum and Dad have their fight. Behind them he sees a little Scott, watching too. Their eyes meet, Scott lifts his chin beckoning for Tay to come away with him. As Mum and Dad argue more, their worried son edges the room, reaches his best friend and runs for the momentary quiet of another family's home.

' ... With our minds wide open, o...p...e...n.''

"Ok, Scott. I'll have to interrupt you there. That was pretty good, but one of the console slides isn't doing what it should."

Scott relaxes his stance, while the music director explains, he sits back on the edge of a bar stool. "Come out and have a breather."

Hours turn into days. The music console has become it's own demon from hell.

Preparation for other life events take the place of much needed alone time, in the recording studio. Scott watches as Tay and the other dancers limber up, go through choreographic routines. His band enjoy their rehearsals, frustration is building in him.

The phone rings during the night. "Yep, what time is it?" Tay places a loving hand on his lover's shoulder, shaking just a little to rouse him. Words of love whispered alongside his ear "Scott, psst wakey wakey Scott."

Scott rolls over toward Tay. Eyes closed and humms "What?"

"Give him a few hours to get ready. ... He'll be there when he is. ... Don't give me your timetable. ... Listen sunshine, all quality artists need nourishment and waking up properly."

Scott snuggles into Tay as he wraps an arm around and brings him in closer. "Ok, thank you. Now you go and get yourself some food and rest. ... Yes, yes. We'll see you in a few hours."

Tay stretches his left arm around and puts the phone on the side table, while his right arm holds Scott in a tight embrace.

He turns back to Scott and looks on as his best friend of so many years, and lover of less, sleeps peacefully.

He very gently traces the tips of his fingers over Scott's forehead, pausing at the edges of his eyes. Continues along his cheek to his ear. Scott stirs a little. Tay stops. Holds his breath. Smiles whilst holding in a giggle.

He doesn't wake properly. And Tay brings his lips to Scott's, and hovers. Their noses are close to touch. He leans his forehead to Scott's.

~ songs of love continue ~