A/N: I do not own Dalton or Glee.

"LOGAN HURRY THE FUCK UP. WHAT COULD POSSIBLY BE TAKING YOU SO DAMN LONG?"

Julian stood impatiently in Logan's room. Julian told him that he needed to be ready by 10. And yet here it was, 10:15 and the fucker was m.i.a. and NOT ready.

"LOGAN I SWEAR TO GOD, I CAN'T BE LATE. IF YOU DON'T HURRY THE FUCK-"

"Oh calm your shit Jules. I was in the shower."

Julian stared at Logan. His eyes went from the bright green eyes, to Logan's smirk, then his eyes followed the trail of a water droplet as it fell from Logan's hair, down his neck, across his shoulder and down…down…down…

"Like what you see princess?"

Julian snapped his head up quickly.

"Just hurry up. People I work with are expecting me. I'm doing you a favor for bringing you to this stupid party."

Logan smirked. "We don't have to go you know."

"Well yes of course not. I've been stuck on this stupid campus for over a month and I haven't had a chance to get out until now. What else could I possibly do that's better than drinking away my sorrows without a care?"

"Well that does sound mighty tempting…surrounded by Hollywood's finest closeted boys." Logan fidgeted with the top of his towel. Julian just fidgeted as he tried not to look at the smooth hipbones jutting out from the top of Logan's towel. Julian tore his eyes away and brought them back up to Logan's face.

Logan just stared at him, smiled, and then said "how about we just stay in tonight? I promise it will be worth your while."

"Oh yeah? Pah. How can you be so-"

Julian broke off. Logan had just dropped his towel.

"Fuck."

"That's the plan dear."