Hey guys. I had this idea for a Julogan while on the plane ride back to school. I feel like it's rushed, but I kind of wanted to just get it out there and see what people thought of it. This is a work in progress, should people like it, I will continue! Oh, and if you have any good titles for this, let me know!

POVs change throughout the story. It'll be obvious, but just giving a warning.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. All characters in this story belong to CP Coulter, and this is based off of her amazing fan fiction, "Dalton" which is based off of Glee, which I don't own either!


Chapter 1: Summer

It was 12:00 P.M. when we arrived at my summer vacation home in the Hampton's. I smiled as I looked at the ivory covered mansion that we were approaching. I looked to my right and saw my two best friends, Julian and Logan, sleeping. Logan's head was on Julian's shoulder and Julian had a serene smile on his face. I shook my head at the knowledge about Julian's incredibly deep feelings for Logan and sighed. I shook Logan's shoulder and he woke up quickly, his blue eyes glaring at me.

"Really bro? I was sleeping," Logan said with extreme arrogance and annoyance. I laughed and said, "We're at my house, asshole. Wake up the diva so we can go inside."

The blonde rolled his eyes and shook Julian's shoulder. Julian woke up, his eyes half closed and he took a deep breath.

"Really Logan? I was sleeping." Logan slapped him on the back and said, "We're here!"

Julian's eyes lit up and he looked out the window. He smiled to himself and went to open the door,

"What the hell are you guys waiting for? Let's go!" I laughed and pushed Logan in front of me so he could get out of the car. I went to the back to open the trunk which contained our luggage. I gave Julian his bag as he said snickering,

"This totally beats last year. There's a house with window's and a door!" I laughed and Logan glared at the both of us, speaking in an annoyed tone,

"Hey! I thought camping would have been fun! And you guys agreed to go with me."

"Yeah," I said, "That was before we knew 'exclusive resort up north' really meant 'isolated cabin in the Poconos'. " Julian laughed and gave Logan the luggage I pulled out for him. Logan continued to glare at him. I put my hand on his shoulder and reassured him,

"It's okay. I still managed to get some minor ass while we were there. It wasn't a complete failure."

"Yeah, the only reason you were able to accomplish that was because you made those very special phone calls.."

"Watch it Wright. At least I had fun. All you and Julian did was fight with each other."

Logan frowned at the memory of our last trip together and shut up. Julian gave me a defeated look and started walking with me towards the big oak doors that led into my house.

I pulled out my keys and opened the door. I hung my keys on the key rack and glanced around the mansion. I looked back toward Logan and Julian, but before I could say anything, I heard a precious voice come from atop the spiral staircase.


I looked at the staircase and saw a flash of short brown hair attack me. Putting my quick reflexes to good use, I scooped her up and swung her up and down, my little sister's squeals and laughter drowning out my own, before hugging her tightly.

I smiled into her hair and set her back down on the floor. I kneeled down to be eye level with her and said,

"How's my Panda doing?" I grinned as she giggled and hugged me again. I stood up straight and turned back to my friends. Julian had a look of bewilderment, but Logan had a small smile on his face. I looked back to my sister and held my hand out. I felt her small hand grab mine and I said,

"Amanda, these are my two friends from school – Logan and Julian."

They both grinned at my little sister. Julian was the first to kneel down and hold out his hand,

"Hi I'm Julian."

Amanda looked at his hand and took it. She said, "Aren't you on T.V.?"

Julian smiled, "Yes."

"With all those pretty girls?"

"Yes, but you are the prettiest I've ever seen."

Amanda giggled and I felt her hide in my legs. I smiled at Julian and gave him a quick nod. Logan was next and looked down at Amanda.

"Hi Amanda, my name is Logan."

She smiled at him and took the hand he offered,

"Are you the boy who sings?"

Logan looked at me and smirked, "Is that what 'Bear' told you?" I could hear the sarcasm dripping with every word, but Amanda was obviously oblivious.

Amanda nodded wildly, "He said you have one of the best voices in the school."

Logan's smirk grew and I shook my head. And this is where his ego inflates to its full capacity.

"Is that so?"

I rolled my eyes and said, "Please, you already know this. You don't need me to tell you. Your ego does that for you already."

Logan shrugged and stood up next to Julian, who was holding both his and Logan's suitcase.

"Alright Der, where do we put our stuff?"

I looked up the staircase and replied, "Upstairs. Here's the thing – you and Logan have to share a room. We are doing renovations and the only rooms available are mine, Amanda's, my parent's and the guest room. The guest room can fit two beds, so that's where you guys are going to stay."

Logan just shrugged and took his suitcase from Julian, heading up the staircase and into his room. Julian's eyes were wide with a mixture of fear and confusion. He glanced over at me and then looked down quickly. Concerned for him, I looked down at Amanda and whispered,

"Hey Panda, go into the kitchen and make lunch okay? I'll be there in a few minutes." She smiled and skipped into the kitchen.

I looked to Julian who was lifting his sunglasses from his eyes to the top of his head. He rubbed his eyes and grabbed his suitcase. Our eyes met when he looked up and he forced a laugh, though his eyes looked worried

"Bear? That's cute."

"Oh shut up," his eyes left my gaze and I asked, "Everything alright Jules?"

He shook his head, "I'm sharing a room with Logan."

I walked over to him and put my hand on his shoulder. He lifted his head up so our eyes met, "I know. What's wrong with that?"

"I can't even look at him without wanting to – I don't even know. I just – remember when we found the death threat?"

I nodded and shuddered at the memory. In February, Julian had gotten a painfully gruesome torn up picture of him with blood on it from his stalker. Julian was about to leave Dalton for good – he was tired of watching Logan overlook him. Julian's feelings for him were too strong. So strong in fact, he cried in my arms and told me he couldn't tell Logan how he felt – the only way to go about his situation was to leave Dalton for good. Though I opposed, I couldn't stand watching him hurt that badly, so gave in and accepted he was leaving. I accepted that after he shot this movie he wouldn't be returning. As we were opening the front Stuart doors, we found the death threat. In short, the death threat forced Julian to stay at Dalton for his own protection.

Julian, looking as though he was reliving the memory as well, looked down at his feet,

"I don't know if I can stay in the same room as him if I couldn't even say goodbye to him."

I nodded and said, "Well you will never know until you try. And you have to try Jules. I know it's scary as fuck and your ego will be shot to hell if you get rejected, but you have to try. You're stuck in this place where fear is taking over. You have never been like that. You can do this."

He locked eyes with mine, looked up the staircase, then back at me. I nodded at him which meant to 'get a move on,' and he grabbed his suitcase and trudged up the staircase and into his room. Immediately I heard shouts,

"Why do you get the window?"

"I need the light in my face when I wake up!"

"That's what alarm clocks are for Logan!"

"You would rather have a loud ass noise ring in your ear than the beautiful morning sunlight?"

The two continued to argue about the stupid sunlight and I just rolled my eyes. Those two will fight about anything. I ran my fingers through my hair and went to check on my sister, who after eating had fallen asleep on the couch in the living room. I quietly lifted her from the couch, carried her to her room and softly placed her on her bed. I kissed her on the cheek and retreated to my room, where I flopped on my bed and fell into a deep slumber.

"Are you really considering this right now?"

"Why shouldn't I? My stalker hasn't made contact with me in months! I think my stalker is gone for good if you ask me."

"But you don't know that for sure. Unless we are 100% sure that this person is gone you shouldn't be taking more movie roles!"

"Logan, if they haven't tried to contact me since February, then obviously who ever this is has gotten over me."

"No Julian – they are probably planning their next attack!"

"And how do you know?"

"Because they have made it clear they want you dead!"

My eyes shot open at this statement. I shook off my duvet cover and stormed out of my room. I saw Julian and Logan's room door opened and walked right in. They didn't even realize I was there and kept arguing.

"And why do you give a shit all of the sudden? I'm surprised you even noticed I exist ever since you started chasing after Hummel!"

Logan looked hurt and I knew that was a low blow. Nevertheless, Logan shot back,

"I don't give a shit about anything you do anymore. Fuck that. If you don't care, then why should I!"

Julian's eyes grew wide and he became very silent. Logan was breathing fast and deeply, his nostrils flaring. They were both glaring at each other and I took this opportunity to make my presence known.

"Logan, did you take your pills today?"

His head shot up and he turned toward me. I stood up straighter, prepared for the wrath of Logan. But instead of speaking, he walked over to his suitcase, pulled out an orange bottle and walked into the bathroom. I heard him open a cabinet and the water run from the sink.

I looked from the bathroom door to Julian, who was sitting on the bed with his head in his hands. I sat next to him and he stood up immediately before I could speak.

"I need to leave."

"Julian you haven't even been here for 6 hours. Just calm down, it was one fight."

"No, it wasn't just a fight Derek. It was everything I needed to hear."

"He didn't mean what he said! It was the heat of the moment. You guys fight like this all of the time."

"No we don't. I just need to leave."

"I'm not letting you. You heard him Julian, that stalker is out there. There is no way you're leaving with that maniac still trying to kill you."

"Just let me go for a walk. I just need to leave for a few hours." He looked at me with glassy eyes and his voice was shaking as he spoke again, "Please?"

I groaned and stood up.

"Fine. But give me your keys and wallet."

"Why?" He said as he reached for the items in his back pocket.

"Because then you won't have any way of leaving."

Julian rolled his eyes and as he went towards the door. Logan walked out of the bathroom as he did so. They locked eyes and Julian put his hand on the doorknob, as if to hold him steady. Logan just glared,

"Decided to leave? Great. See you at your funeral."

Julian took a deep breath and without a word left the bedroom. I didn't look at Logan until I heard the front door slam shut.

"Logan what is wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me? He knows what he is doing is stupid. He knows it's dangerous. He's just trying to prove he's not scared."

"No Logan. That's not what he's doing. And if you had any type of common sense or if you got your blown up head out of your ass, you would see-"

"See what?" Logan demanded, walking up to me so that he was standing over me. I scoffed, shook my head and pushed Logan out of my way, walking towards the door,

"Nothing, clearly it wouldn't matter to you anyway. You're so thick."

"Derek, wait," Logan said softly, walking towards the door, "Is there something you're not telling me. Look, I know Julian and I get into deep shit, but I- I don't want anything bad happening to him."

I looked into Logan's eyes. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, but his eyes showed worry and hurt. He was breathing deeply, one hand on the door, preventing me from leaving, the other hand on his chest, as if trying to control his breathing.


"He's my best friend too, you know. You've made it clear how badly you want him to stay. For me it's different. He doesn't tell me anything. He tells you. I'm always the last one to know if he's going to shoot a movie. I'm the one who has to text him to ask him when he's coming back. And with this whole stalker issue, I just – I just want to know what's going on. It's not fair. We're all friends. Why am I getting pushed to the side?"

Logan took a deep, shaky breath and stared at my desperately, waiting for an answer.

Fuck it. I'm telling him.

It had been a few hours since I had left the house. I looked in front of me and saw the beautiful Atlantic Ocean, which looked so blue and inviting. I dug my feet deeper into the sand and took off my sunglasses, noticing that the sun was going down. I pulled my knees tighter to my chest and wrapped my arms around them, shivering as the ocean breeze blew.

I looked down at the sand and replayed the words Logan had said,

"If you don't care, then why should I!"

I put my head in my hands and groaned. I stood up, taking another glance at the ocean. It should be a crime how much I love him.

I took another look around the beach I was on and realized I was the only person there. I then noticed that I forgot how to get back to the mansion. I glanced in every direction and couldn't see anything that was familiar to me. I reached into my back pocket to find my phone so I could call Derek. When I opened my phone, I saw that I had two text messages. The first was from Derek:

You okay? When are you coming back? I'm worried man. –D

I decided to wait to answer Derek's text. I was hopeful that the second text would be from a certain blonde. Unfortunately this was not the case:

Hey Julian! Heard you were in the Hamptons – so am I! Let's get fucked up. – Adam

I looked at that text, and then back to Derek's. As I looked at Derek's text, I got angry.

Of course Derek would be the one to text me. He's always worrying about me. He's like my mother. Not even, he's worse. My own mother doesn't even care as much as he does. I just don't get why he can't put that much effort.

I went to push the reply button on Derek's text, but then I remembered Adam's text:

"Let's get fucked up."

Hmmm, alcohol therapy sounds good right about now. It's not like Logan is going to miss me anyway.

I pushed the reply button towards Adam's text:

Let's do it. – J.


I hope you guys liked it. I know the characters are probably out of character. But I tried to do the best I could!

Criticism is appreciated!