Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
Note: This is the final chapter. It is also the only chapter that will involve contestants from The Glee Project. It sort-of counts, because one of the people involved in this one has a guest-starring role on Glee. Besides, there were only two lines left of the song, and I cannot resist this pairing. Please do review.
Note 2: Look out for my NEW multi-chapter story, "Hallelujah", which I will be starting within the next couple of weeks, after I get back from my vacation in Florida. Pairing will be announced at the time of debut!
Has always been
"Hey," the dark-haired boy throws his bags on the couch as he gets back from his winter vacation visiting his family in Ireland. "What's up, man?"
"Mmmfgh," the blonde mumbles incoherently.
"What's wrong?" His roommate immediately asks.
"Nothing," his friend mumbles back.
"Something's wrong," the boy goes to sit next to him. "What's up?"
"I thought I told you this," the blonde says in a low, grated voice.
"Oh, right," the black-haired boy's face falls. "The Macy thing."
"Look, can we not talk about it?" The blonde snaps.
"Sorry," the Irishman recoils, stung. "I still think she was in the wrong, though."
"What do you mean?" The nerd hesitantly asks.
"Why would she break up with you? You're…you're amazing," he whispers.
"Well, you're supposed to say that. You're my best friend," the nerd scoffs.
"I suppose so…" Damian looks away, uneasy.
"Okay, now what's wrong with you?" Cameron teases him.
"Nothing, nothing," Damian says a little too quickly.
"Tell me," Cameron says casually.
"I, well, I missed you a lot. When I was abroad, you know?" Damian half-lies.
"Yeah, I, uh, I missed you too," Cameron says. "But that's not the problem here."
"There's no problem, okay?" Damian stands up and grabs his bags, dragging them to the bedroom. "Now, I want to take a nap. Jet-lag, and all…" he shuffles off, closing the door behind him as he enters the room, shoving his bags to the side and climbing into bed, bone-tired from the ten-hour flight. He closes his eyes and waits for sleep to take him, but it does not come easily. He tosses and turns for what feels like hours. He feels something warm slide into bed next to him, and then feels arms slide around him, pulling him closer, making him feel loved and safe. Thinking nothing of it, he snuggles in and falls asleep. Hours later, he wakes up, bleary-eyed, but feeling better. He turns and promptly jumps out of his skin, finding Cameron sleeping topless next to him. It does not make sense to him, as Cameron tended to sleep on the pull-out couch or the guest room.
"Oh, hey Damian," Cameron says as his eyes flutter open.
"Wh…why are you sleeping next to me?" Damian sputters.
"Ah," Cameron sits up a little. "I figured you wanted a little comfort. I heard you tossing and turning in there. And I knew you needed sleep, being back on L.A. time again."
"O…oh…" Damian shies away from his friend. "Well, thanks…I guess…"
"Clearly, something is wrong, Damo," Cameron sighs. "Just tell me."
Damian shudders as his best mate comfortingly rubs his shoulder. "I…can't."
"But we tell each other everything," the blonde pouts.
"I just don't know," the younger boy shrugs.
"Hey," Cameron tilts Damian's chin, meeting his blue-green eyes with his own hazel ones. "There's nothing to be afraid or ashamed of."
"I think I love you," Damian blurts out. He doesn't even look at Cameron's face; he leaps out of bed and runs to the bathroom, locking himself in. He turns on the shower and he sits on the floor and he cries. There is a knock on the door, and he can hear Cameron calling his name, but he does not have the strength nor the courage to respond. Cameron manages to unlock the door and slides down on the floor.
"So you love me," he says quietly.
"Yes," Damian sniffles miserably. "Yes, I do."
"It's okay," Cameron slings an arm around the small boy's shoulders.
"No, it's not," Damian moans. "I can't…love you…like that. You're…you're a Christian…and you're straight…it's not right…"
"Is this right, then?" Cameron leans down and kisses him gently. Damian can hardly believe his luck; he closes his eyes and allows this to happen sans protest.
"Yes," Damian says when he can finally catch his breath. "It feels right…"
"Because it is," Cameron says softly. "Macy dumped me because she thought you and I had a thing going on, because we live together and all that. Besides, she's not too keen on gay people, so…" he shrugs. "But I'm down for it."
"So…what do you call this?" Damian shudders as the older boy stokes his cheek.
"I call it," Cameron pauses. "Fan-service. We're giving those 'Dameron' fangirls exactly what they want."
"That's true," Damian chuckles. "Can…can we kiss again, please?"
"Of course," Cameron murmurs, and moves in to kiss the sweet lips again.
Stay tuned for "Hallelujah"!