Okay, so I thought this was going to be Jogan with a Pride and Prejudice AU feel to it, with Julian being Elizabeth and Logan being Mr. Darcy, but this ended up being dapper!Jogan in 17th-century England. =_=;;
I hope it somehow resembled Pride and Prejudice though.
Julian = Elizabeth Bennett
Logan = Fitzwilliam Darcy
Derek = Charles Bingley
Casey = Jane Bennett
Blaine = Colonel Fitzwilliam/Wickham (sort-of)
Kurt = Charlotte
"I spend my days thinking of your eyes, and the many qualities that you exhibit. I have been in constant agony and I cannot bear it any longer. Despite the opinions of my peers and the disapproval from those in a higher station of life, I am willing to lower my status." Mr. Wright finished, his green eyes clouded with emotion as he stared down at Julian Larson.
"What…what are you saying?" Julian breathed, his cheeks tinting red at the intense stare that Mr. Wright bestowed upon him.
"I wish…" Mr. Wright began hesitantly. Gathering his courage, he swallowed. "I wish…to marry you."
"…No." Came the answer.
"No?" Mr. Wright repeated. He blinked, turning around and running a hand through his impeccable blond hair before facing Julian once more. "Might I ask why?"
"I am…very sorry to have caused you pain, Mr. Wright, and I would not wish it on anyone, especially a man who has helped our family." And whom I myself love deeply. "But I cannot marry you. Not now. Not ever."
Mr. Wright's eyes narrowed as he stepped closer to Julian. "Mr. Larson, you did not answer my question."
"You are, frankly, a titanic cephalopod of stupidity." Julian said with all seriousness even as Mr. Wright took on an expression of bewilderment as he started to repeat what he had said. "I cannot accept you. I do not react well to a marriage proposal that stems from pity."
"You are gravely mistaken, Mr. Larson." Mr. Wright responded, still turning over the words 'titanic cephalopod of stupidity' in his mind. "I did not make the proposal out of pity, and I cannot understand why you would even arrive at that conclusion. I made that proposal because I sincerely wish for you to become my husband."
"Seeing as how I have observed you 'in love' before, you must understand that I cannot accept your offer." Julian cried. He simply could not bear it if Mr. Wright's affections proved false. "You were once in love with Mr. Anderson, and followed him here to Westerville! Then you tried to sabotage his relationship with my good friend, Kurt Hummel, whom you claimed to be in love with as well. And did you not ruin the only chance of happiness for a most beloved friend, and my own sister?"
"I was blind then, Julian, you must believe me!" Mr. Wright beseeched of the other man. "I was delirious; I hadn't any medication!" Realising how unbecoming his behavior was, the fair-haired gentleman cleared his throat, adverting his emerald gaze from Julian's face. "Forgive me. I should not have made excuses for my behavior."
Julian was silent, but he could feel his heart pounding rapidly as a result of their conversation.
"I will leave you now, Mr. Larson." Mr. Wright bowed his head quickly, retreating out of the room.
Julian watched as Mr. Wright closed the door behind him, his sepia-colored eyes filling up with tears as he sat down on his bed. A knock on his door startled him, and he quickly wiped away his tears with the back of his hand. "Who is it?"
"Julian, are you alright?" Kurt questioned. His voice was muffled by the closed door, but the concern he held shone through. "Was that Mr. Wright walking out of your room just now?"
"Yes." Julian exhaled slowly. "Please, come in, Kurt."
"I ran into Mr. Wright in the hallway, and he looked absolutely miserable." The door opened quietly, and the younger man stepped in. The expression on his face was one of the uttermost amusement. "What on Earth have you done to poor Mr. Wright?"
"He proposed to me." Julian said faintly.
"Oh, he proposed—?" Kurt cut himself off with a squeal. "Julian, you simply must let me plan the wedding! I have the perfect idea of what the two of you should wear—"
Kurt paused, his smile still frozen on his face. "You've got to be joking, Julian."
"I am not." Julian replied, looking at his hands. "Do you…do you think I was wrong to decline Mr. Wright's proposal, Kurt? Your opinion matters a great deal to me, you see. I hold you in the highest regard."
"I don't think you were wrong, exactly. I'm sure you have your reasons." Kurt hesitated, playing with the ruffle underneath his collar. "I do, however, think that it was more a case of you being afraid to claim what you want. You love him, Julian."
"But what if he does not really love me, like he claims he does?" Julian asked in a small voice. He looked sad, and younger than his eighteen years of age.
"You cannot be sincere in your belief regarding that." Kurt gaped, but one look at the expression on his friend's face told him it was so. "Oh, Julian. Mr. Wright loves you. I know he does!"
"He claimed to have loved Mr. Anderson once, and you as well." Julian mumbled, looking at the floor. "I fear his affections do not run as deep as he imagines."
"He never looked at us like the way he looks at you, Julian." Kurt shook his head, stepping forward to sit down on the bed beside Julian. Taking the other man's hands in his, his brilliant blue eyes locked onto brown eyes. "You fear that Mr. Wright will fall for the next pretty face he sees, but I truly believe that he will always love you. You make him feel, Julian, in a way that neither Mr. Anderson nor I did."
"What should I do, Kurt?" Julian whispered.
"I can't tell you, dear." Kurt sighed, but his the corners of his lips twisted up into a small smile. "But I will tell you this: you will never feel this way again. It is your decision what you wish to do about it."
"Thank you, my friend." Julian stood up, and ran out the door, leaving Kurt sitting on his bed with a satisfied smile on his face.
As he raced through the hallways, desperately seeking the blond hair that he had recently become so used to seeing around on a daily basis, he remembered the first time he had ever met Mr. Wright. Both of them had only been fourteen at the time, and Julian and his younger sister, Casey, lived in Stuart, Mr. Wright's property, until they had been shuffled off to their mother's family's house in Meryton. Back then, Mr. Wright was Logan, and Julian had fallen in love with him before he knew what was happening.
Julian turned a corner, and collided with Mr. Wright. Gazing up at him, Julian licked his lips nervously. "Mr. Wright."
"Mr. Larson." Mr. Wright returned, looking uncomfortable. "I apologize, I was about to show myself out, but I had to…sort things out with Miss Larson before I left, in hopes that she and Mr. Seigerson would reconcile the next time he comes back to Netherfield."
"It's alright, really. It's just…" Julian said, toying with his hands again. "I would like to reconsider your proposal, if you'd allow me?"
Mr. Wright blinked, a small smile appearing on his handsome face. "You…would like to reconsider my proposal?"
"Of marriage." Julian clarified, his face reddening ever so slightly. "I…I would…that is to say…"
"Will you do me the honor of becoming my spouse?" Mr. Wright suggested, the smile growing. "I beg of you, Mr. Larson. Indulge me in this one aspect."
"I will." Julian swallowed anxiously. "If you'll have me, that is."
"I intend to." Mr. Wright replied, taking one of Julian's hands. "I hope you don't think me too forward, Mr. Larson, but—"
"Julian, if you please." His face reddened even more, and he bent his head forward ever so slightly, letting his dark hair hide his eyes.
"Then you shall address me as Logan, like you used to, Julian." Mr. Wright said, his free hand coming up to tilt up Julian's chin with his index finger so he could look into his dark eyes. "As I was saying…"
"I think a spring wedding will be nice, yes?" Mr. Wright asked.
Julian nodded his head ever so slightly, smiling slightly. "And I believe I have the perfect person to plan it."
Mr. Wright bent down, and Julian tilted his head higher.
Their lips met.