First Impressions

A Gale and Randy Fan Fiction

Author's Note + Disclaimer: I know that this relationship is not real, was never real and will never be real. I do not own these characters nor do I stake claim on any of them. I am simply an adoring fan that wishes the actors no disrespect and hopefully I am not infringing on any of that with them if they read this, which I highly doubt they will. Please, if you take offence to homosexuality or the themes presented, please do not read this. It is not for you. But if you are like me and love QAF and these brilliant actors, then by all means read ahead. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: First Impressions

Have you ever heard the saying that first impressions aren't always what they seem? That sometimes one can have an inaccurate picture of who someone really is just at first glance or first time talking with them. When they had me screen test with a bunch of potential Brian's, I didn't realize this one would be different and that he would not only end up stealing Justin's heart, but my own, as well. When Gale Harold walked on set I knew he was Brian from the moment he started talking. You can see him practically transform into two different people in front of you. He is very intense and then bam! He is a different person. He transforms from an obviously sweet guy into the arrogant, cocky and conceited guy that they needed Brian to be. He is Brian! Right away the casting directors knew they had their Brian and since they had me as their Justin, they were thrilled. Damn, I thought to myself. Gale Harold is fucking hot! When they asked me if I would film an on-screen kiss as part of the casting, I was thrilled! I walked up to him and he just looked down into my eyes with his hazel eyes and he said, "Hey." I said "hey" in return but before I could say more he lunged at me and passionately kissed me.

It wasn't until later that I overheard the directors say that Gale is straight. He must be a damn good actor if he could fool me, an obviously gay man. My gaydar didn't even make a blip. I didn't want to admit it to myself, but instantaneously I was disappointed. I wondered how I would feel doing sex scenes with him when I obviously knew he was straight. I wondered if even though he was straight, whether he would get a hard-on being that close with the friction and everything. Guys could get hard basically by rubbing up against a tree and I didn't mind being the tree Gale got hard on, no pun intended, at least not immeasurably intended. Filming was to commence the following week and Gale walked up next to me.

"Hey, so other than sticking my tongue down your throat, I didn't get to properly introduce myself. I'm…"

"You're Gale Harold," I blurted out without a moment's thought. He laughed at me.

"Yes, that's me. And you're Randy Harrison," he emphatically stated while giving me a Brian-esque smirk. He held out his hand and when I took his in mine, I felt a fire so intense that I had never felt before with anyone else. I took my hand away quickly, hoping he wouldn't notice my haste. He didn't seem to notice anything. "They told me to come over here since they are going to show us where our trailers are."

"Oh, okay," I said sheepishly. I wasn't a shy person so why was it that I couldn't get myself to spew out more than a few words? Before I had any more chances to reflect on the awkwardness of the situation that I was feeling, a stagehand came up to us to give us the tour of the studio and of our dressing rooms.

The dressing rooms were spacious enough for two people. I couldn't get my head out of the gutter soon enough before I was catapulted into visions of having hot and passionate sex with Gale. My thoughts were interceded by Gale's voice. Apparently the tour was over, "Thanks for showing me around. I've gotta get going. Nice meeting you, Randy," he smiled and reached out to shake my hand again.

"The pleasure was all mine," I said and I shook my head in disbelief that I was being that frank and open with a man I had just met. Soon I would be naked or nearly naked with him so I had to get all of the awkwardness out of the way now, however possible or impossible that may turn out to be. I had to get over it before it took me over. Gale turned and walked out of the trailer that was determined to be mine and I didn't see him again until the day before shooting began.