A/N: All characters belong to CP Coulter, from her wonderful fic "Dalton." If you haven't read that, you won't understand this. Please, no flames. If you don't like "Dalton," then don't read this.

Jules—

Derek misses you.

Logan

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Logan,

Snail mail? Ever heard of texting?

Tell Derek not to be such a baby. I'll be back in a few months- no longer than usual.
I miss you guys. And I love you.

Feel free to let me know you love me too for once.

Julian

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Julian—

Snail mail takes more time; makes it feel a little more special. Not that you would know anything about romance.

How many months is a few? ...Derek wants to know.

I love you too. You know that.

In other news, I got the lead spot for the Fall Festival. Any way you could make it out here for it?

Well, I have a trig test in the morning and it's getting late, so I should finish studying. Oh, and I saw the new trailer for your movie. Nice sex hair.

Logan

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Logan,

I know plenty about romance, thank you very much! Remember that one time with the roses? Pretty damn romantic if you ask me. And we should be done by Christmas, as long as everything goes according to schedule.

Of course I'll be at the festival. Do you honestly think I would pass up a perfectly legitimate excuse to spend time with you? Besides, I have to show you my sex hair in person. Gotta make sure you get the full effect and all.

Jules

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Princess—

Can't wait to see you. My song will blow you away. I don't have a lot of time right now to write you, but I'll make it up to you when you get here.

Love,

L

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A dark-haired boy of about 17 slipped into the Dalton Academy auditorium just as the lights began to dim. Eyes fixed on the stage, he quickly took his spot in the exact middle- the seat with the "Reserved" sign on it.

Slowly, the curtains opened, revealing a tall blonde boy in a Dalton uniform sitting on a stool. The whole stage was bathed in blue light, and three boys' silhouettes swayed in the background. The music started softly.

Beauty queen of only eighteen

She had some trouble with herself

He was always there to help her

She always belonged to someone else

The dark haired boy smiled. He knew this song. Quietly, the three boys behind the one on the stool harmonized. The way they all sang... It was almost hypnotizing.

I don't mind spending everyday

Out on your corner in the pouring rain

Look for the girl with the broken smile

Ask her if she wants to stay awhile

And she will be loved

She will be loved

The blonde finally found the brunette in the audience. Their eyes met, and the taller boy smiled as he sang the next lines, voice raw with emotion.

Tap on my window knock on my door

I want to make you feel beautiful

I know I tend to get so insecure

It doesn't matter anymore

It's not always rainbows and butterflies

It's compromise that moves us along, yeah

My heart is full and my door's always open

You can come anytime you want

I don't mind spending everyday

Out on your corner in the pouring rain

Look for the girl with the broken smile

Ask her if she wants to stay awhile

And she will be loved

And she will be loved

And she will be loved

And she will be loved

Julian smiled at his boyfriend, who looked so at home on that stage- in the spotlight.

I know where you hide

Alone in your car

Know all of the things that make you who you are

I know that goodbye means nothing at all

Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls

Tap on my window knock on my door

I want to make you feel beautiful

Logan repeated the chorus, and the Warblers behind him echoed "please don't try so hard to say goodbye."

Then, softly, he sang the last part, his eyes never leaving those of the boy in the audience.

I don't mind spending everyday

Out on your corner in the pouring rain

Please don't try so hard to say goodbye

The audience sat in stunned silence for a split second, and Julian took that opportunity to wipe away the tears he hadn't meant to shed. Then everyone was jumping to their feet, applauding. The young actor joined them, grinning hard at the boy bowing on stage.

Definitely worth blowing off an awards' show.

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After the other performances finished, Julian made his way backstage. Eyes scanning the sea of blazers, his gaze rested on a familiar tall frame. Logan.

The blonde, sensing the eyes on his back, turned to see the breathless actor staring at him. Had he run to the green room as soon as the show ended? He smirked. He wouldn't be surprised.

A genuine grin on both of their faces, they stood on opposite sides of the room, having an entire conversation with their eyes. Then they were moving forward, needing to reach each other. They met in the middle of the room, and it was like no one else existed. No Warblers, no cast mates; just Logan and Julian. They generally frowned on PDA, but their lips met unashamedly.

Julian grinned into the kiss, not even noticing all the wolf whistles. It had been way, way too long since he'd had the chance to kiss the beautiful boy holding him tight.

It was sweet reunion, that of two lovers separated for too long.

Air was necessary after a while, and Logan pulled away reluctantly. He rested his forehead against the slightly smaller boy's, eyes still closed.

"I love you," he whispered so only Julian could hear. The brunette smiled. He doubted Logan realized it, but that was the first he'd said it out loud.

"I love you too."

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The night was over too soon in a flurry of kisses and desperate touches and plenty of sex hair and cuddles, and Julian was off to Hollywood by seven the next morning. He leaned his head back against the cushy first class seat, eyes shut tight. Maybe if he fell asleep, he could forget the fact that he'd just left his boyfriend in the dark of the night with zero explanation.

He tried to ignore the waves of guilt washing over him. The second I land, I'll call and tell him that I didn't want to wake him up...

The actor checked his phone one last time before putting it on airplane mode. No new messages. He'd sent Logan a text saying that he loved him before getting on the plane... The prefect was probably still sleeping, he figured.

Sleep obviously wasn't coming, so the dark haired boy pulled out a piece of stationary and a pen to keep himself occupied. It was going to be a long flight.

Dear Logan...