Five years later.

"Logan?"

Logan looks up clutching his drink.

"I told you it was him!" Kurt Hummel says to his boyfriend Blaine Anderson.

Blaine looks sad.

"How are you Logan?" he asks, reaching down to the boy on the floor.

"Shit. What did you expect?" Logan replies, letting Blaine pull him to his feet.

"Run!" someone yells, trying to drag Logan away.

"No!" he shouts, fighting their grip. "Julian- I need to help Jules!"

"It's too late!" the person shrieks at him. "They've set off a bomb. We gotta get out, we gotta go!"

Logan tries to fight them, but they have been caught up in the sea of running screaming people and he can't get loose, he is pushed out the door by the mob of people.

Blaine and Kurt take Logan back to their small apartment in the very centre of New York.

They sit him down on the couch, hand him a coffee, a plate of Kurt's famous cookies and a icepack for his eye where he had been punched after hitting a guy for saying something about Julian Larson, before sitting down opposite Logan. Their hands are linked, and Logan can't help smiling at how happy and in love they seem.

Blaine catches him looking and grins slightly.

"So why- why are you in New York?" Kurt asks hesitantly.

Logan shrugs. "Julian loved New York."

"And the breaking news of tonight is the explosion in downtown LA, at the same location teen superstar, Julian Larson, was filming scenes for his new movie. At the current moment we are unsure if anyone is injured or- I'm sorry, we just got a phone call from our reporter on scene."

There is a pause while the news reporter listens to the words coming through her headpiece.

"Okay, so we have four injured, two dead and, shockingly, Julian Larson has been kidnapped."

"So what have you been doing lately?' Kurt asks softly, leaning against Blaine.

Logan shrugs. "Moving around. Going places, drifting really."

"Have you kept in touch with anyone?" Blaine asks, wrapping his arm around Kurt's shoulders.

"What, with the Warblers? Why would any of them want to talk to me?"

"We have just found out now, three weeks after the explosion that killed three people (one of the injured sadly passed away in hospital last night) and the kidnapping of Julian Larson, that in the young actors trailer was a note with the words, 'You brought this upon yourself' written on it, in what disturbingly appears to be blood. This note must have been planted after the fires that followed the explosion as it had not been damaged at all by the flames."

"Congratulations, by the way," Logan says after a while, gesturing at the identical rings on Blaine and Kurt's ring fingers.

Kurt smiles, and it is almost radiant. "Thanks. Blaine proposed."

"Of course," Logan mutters to himself. Then he says, "Look, I better go," before Blaine can speak.

Kurt laughs. "Nup. No way. You're staying here tonight."

Logan raises and eyebrow. "There's only one bedroom."

"There's also this handy little thing called a couch," Kurt says, mimicking Logan's tone.

Logan can't help smiling a bit.

"Come on," Blaine says, standing up. "Logan help me get sheets for the couch."

Logan follows him to the cupboard in the hallway.

"How are you really Logan?" Blaine asks when they are out of Kurt's hearing.

"It's- it's hard. Without him…it's hard." Logan says, his breathing shaky. He was expecting this though, had seen Blaine staring at him all evening, gauging how 'okay' he is.

"What about Derek? I know," he says when Logan's about to butt in., "that it's not the same, but you guys were always close and I can't imagine he'd ditch you."

"Well he did," Logan says, with a shrug.

He's surprised Blaine doesn't know about Derek, about him killing himself and his girlfriend two years ago. He supposes it was pretty hushed up, and it's not like any old Stuarts would be in contact with Blaine or Kurt.

"We're meeting up with some of the Warblers tomorrow. You- you should come. I mean, we see them all pretty frequently, but you haven't them since school right?" Blaine says, looking slightly hopeful.

Logan stares at him incredulously.

The police have given up looking. But he's still out there, Julian, Logan's Julian is still missing.

"We have to find him," Logan says, practically sobbing.

"It's over Logan," a pretty brown haired girl with a slightly larger nose then average that Logan sort of recognises from somewhere says. "He's gone. You have to accept that. I'm so sorry."

"No, no, no," Logan moans.

"I'm sorry," the girl repeat, and she is crying with him now. "I'm so sorry Logan."

He pushes her off. It's easy, but what's not easy is the overwhelming feeling of darkness that is descending on him, making him feel as if his insides are being ripped apart.

When Blaine, Kurt and Logan arrive at the café the former Warblers had decided to meet at, silence falls when they all spot Logan.

The first to talk is Evan. "Logan! It's been ages."

Logan lets his face fall into its usual smirk.

"Rachel!" Kurt says happily when he notices his old school friend. "And- Jesse?" he adds, slightly unsure.

"Wes bumped into us and invited us to meet with you guys- we just finished a matinee on Broadway," Jesse St. James explains whilst Rachel and Kurt hug.

Memories of Rachel trying to comfort Logan after he found out about the search for Julian being stopped assault Logan. He hadn't recognised her at the time, but her face is so familiar now.

It's easy to forget the events of the past five years when Logan is surrounded by Warblers, listening to them tell stories about their lives now, hearing Rachel, Jesse and Reed, who all ended up in the same musical, tell tales about Broadway.

They've been there for around an hour when Logan's phone he rings. He glances at the caller id. Drops it.

Blaine catches the phone. He looks at the name that has appeared on the little screen.

"It's a joke," he says, handing it back to Logan. "A sick joke. Just don't answer it Lo, it'll be some-" but Logan has already answered the phone.

"Hello?" he says, voice shaking.

"Logan? Oh my God, it's you. I was so scared," the voice on the other end is sobbing and so, so familiar. "Oh my God. Logan."

The caller id was right. It's not a joke.

"J-Jules?" Logan stammers, and the crying increases.

"Oh my God," Julian Larson repeats, "Logan."

Everyone is staring at Logan, open-mouthed.

"Jules, where are you? We'll get the police and come get-"

"No!" Julian cuts him off, sounding panicked. "No, not the police! They'll- they'll kill you if you get the police."

"Okay. Okay. What do you need me to do?"

"Just- just come and get me. Please. I'm at-" Julian pauses, before reciting a address in New Jersey.

"Okay, we'll be there soon. Stay on the phone. I- I love you," Logan says.

"I love you too," Julian replies, crying so heavily Logan can hardly understand him.

He pulls the phone away from his ear for a second.

"It's- it's Jules," he explains. "I have to… have to get him but I don't have… a car, can I-"

"Yes," Jesse says abruptly. "Take mine."

Ethan stands up. "I'm coming."

Dwight nods. "Me too. There might be demons."

Logan nods, almost running from the café. He glances back to see Ethan, Evan, Dwight and Blaine following him.

It's lucky that Jesse's car is big, a massive four wheel drive, totally unsuitable for the city, but still. It will be crowded with Julian in the car, but Logan doesn't care, is just listening to the sounds of Julian crying. Occasionally he murmurs something, and Logan will respond, but mostly they just stay on the line, hearing the sounds of each other's breathing.

Blaine drives with Dwight next to him directing from a map from years ago.

When Logan sees Julian, after almost an hour of driving, he yells. He doesn't even know what he says, he just knows that his mouth is open and noise is coming out and that he's jumping out of the car before it's properly stopped and he almost falls over and then he almost gets run over, but he doesn't care because it's Julian. Julian. Julian mother-fucking Larson is in his arms and kissing him and Logan doesn't give a fuck that Julian is pale and covered in dirt and that he stinks, he only cares about the feeling of Julian in his arms, of Julian's lips on his, the taste of Julian's tears mixed with his and how Julian is crushing Logan to him, even though Logan is generally the one doing the holding. And eventually he is aware of the cars that have to drive around them because they are standing in the middle of the road, but he doesn't even let go of Julian, they sort of do an awkward shuffle so that they are standing on the grass next to the road.

He doesn't know how long they stand there.

Julian pulls back first, and in a way Logan is glad that it didn't have to be him, because he doesn't think he would have had the willpower to let go.

"I love you," Julian whispers, brushing his lips lightly over Logan's.

Logan just nods, can't seem to speak.

In the end it's Julian that takes his hand and leads him to the car where everyone waits.

Ethan, Evan, Dwight and Blaine all take turns to hug Julian, before getting in the car.

Logan keeps his arm wrapped firmly around Julian as they get in the car. It's squashed, with four of them in the backseat, but Logan doesn't notice.

"We should phone the police," Blaine says when they've been driving for ten minutes.

"They said not to," Logan replies cautiously, looking at Julian.

"We're far enough away now though. I doubt they have anyway of hearing us. And anyway, we can just phone when we get back to New York."

Julian nods at what Blaine has just said. "Yeah. It'll be fine."

Logan has time to smile at Julian and press a kiss to his forehead before the car explodes.

"It is with great sadness that this evening, five young men, none of them older then 25 have all been killed in a car explosion, amongst them, Logan Wright, son of the senator and actor Julian Larson, who, prior to this, had been missing for five years. Friends of the victims that died in the bomb say that Logan Wright received a call from Julian Larson, and him and four other men drove to pick up the kidnapped boy immediately. Police have told us that this is most definitely not an accident- the bomb was planted in the car and triggered to go off at the press of a button. They also believe that the group of people responsible for this heinous crime are also the ones behind the kidnapping and assumed torture of the actor. A note was left on the scene of the crime, written in the same handwriting as the note that was left five years ago, when Larson was kidnapped.

"It read, 'We told you not to get the police.'"