Adam sat on the floor cross-legged staring at the opposite wall. Books were laid out in every-which-way. The wall behind him covered in pictures. Every inch bore a young actor's face. He was smiling, reading, crying; a mix of screen caps, magazine clippings, and photographs taken from odd angles. If someone looked at this scene from the window, they would see a boy working on his homework, perfectly normal. Not some crazed fan boy about to break some serious laws.

His hair was still bleached blonde from his most recent attempt to peak Julian's interest. The damage from the dye job could easily be seen from the split-ends to the dry, frazzled whole. It wasn't one of his best moves, but he was desperate.

For once the low hum in the background wasn't Julian's CD. Soft notes rebounded around the small room. Adam took in a breath and sang along.

You'll never hear this song
You'll never see the movie in my head
But you infest my sleep, and your figure creeps
Through my walls and hums above my bed
I know your name, and that you're photogenic and tall
But I've never heard you talk
And there's something about you
That stabs me right through

Adam stood up and stared at his shrine, brow furrowed. He continued to sing.

It isn't right for me to paint your picture
Every night, but I do I can t find sleep
And it feels so wrong I breathe too deep, to sing this song into the sky
But maybe as I walk and sing, somehow, you'll hear me you'll hear a song
And hum along
You'll hum along, you'll hum along

He closed his eyes tightly and bawled his fists in his eyes. He threw his hands to his sides before swiftly moving towards the wall.

And I've only seen you once, at your graduation
No cinematic glow or soft rock soundtrack
And I watched you move and breathe and cry
And it felt so wrong

His face contorted as he let out a desperate breath.

It isn't right for me to paint your picture
Every night, but I do I can t find sleep
And it feels so wrong I breathe too deep, to sing this song into the sky
But maybe as I walk and sing, somehow, you'll hear me you'll hear a song
And hum along

Adam exploded. He threw the stereo across the room. Paper, photos, and rage flew around the room like mad. His eyes were wide, dark with a crazed look. He ripped and tore at his wall until it was completely bare. His hands were burning from the repeated assaults on the shrine. They were rubbed raw, red. He stared blankly at the destroyed wall, a statue, barely breathing. His blonde locks flopped when he tilted his head to the side. A smile burst across his face as light burst into his eyes again. Suddenly his face fell. Adam turned to face the rest of the room. Carnage was everywhere from his outburst. His radio lay dead on the windowsill. He stepped over the papers and stopped in front of it. He frowned and sung the last line.

You'll never hear this song
You'll never see the movie in my head

His voiced cracked on the last line. Adam buried his head in his hands, trying to block out his warring thoughts.


Across campus, Kurt could be seen from Blaine's window staring out blankly. Han was upstairs flipping his TARDIS key 'round and around in his hands. Two screens were on. One showed the entrance to Stuart; the other was Hanover's. The twins were lying on their lush, white couch tangled together. They were almost asleep. Dwight had his eyes glued on the T.V. where Dean was sawing a vampire's head off. Todd sat on his computer writing across from the little hunter. Blaine sat on his bed watching Kurt. Notes floated about the room from his guitar. The usually hyperactive house had a veil over it, the calm before the storm.

Stuart house was not so fortunate. The common room was littered with studying boys and their coffee cups as usual, but there was a heavy air throughout the house. No Stuart dared to stepped out of line. Everyone was either locked in their rooms or doing schoolwork in packs. This had been going on for a week or so now. Ever since the Julian incident Logan hadn't been seen other than the occasional yelling match with someone who asked how Julian was when he went downstairs for coffee.

Derek sat on the foot of Logan's bed resting against one of the posts. There was dark circles forming under his eyes from the lack of sleep and extreme stress, but it was nothing to how Logan now appeared. He was under the covers with his arms around Julian's sleeping form, protecting him. His hair was a wreck. His eyes swollen from lack of sleep among other reasons. And the surrounding area was and a deep purple. The actor, on the other hand, could have been lost in a package of marshmallows if it weren't for the dark hair. He seemed so frail.

Julian screamed in his sleep waking himself up. He was shaking the entire bed with his fright. Logan pulled his against his chest.

"Shh, Jules. You're okay. We're here. Nothing's going to happen to you. We won't let it," he whispered soothingly in his friend's ear.

Julian nodded slowly and wrapped his hands around Logan's arm. Derek watched the all-too-familiar scene. Something had to be done. They couldn't live like this for much longer.

A small sniff came from Logan before he buried his face from sight into Julian's back.


Song: Hum Along by Ludo

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