when russell crowe put his pin on gavroche i cried

Made rebloggable by request.  <3

Julian is giving him a very steady, unresigned look that Logan can’t interpret at all. It’s kind of making him nervous, to be honest.

“What are you doing here?” Julian asks softly, and Logan gives a little shrug.

“No one should be alone for their prom.  Especially not a star like you.”

Julian is giving him a very steady, unresigned look that Logan can’t interpret at all.  It’s kind of making him nervous, to be honest.

“What are you doing here?” Julian asks softly, and Logan gives a little shrug.

“No one should be alone for their prom.  Especially not a star like you.”

“So you just…flew out to California?”

“Yeah.”

“…alone?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t understand.”

Logan runs a hand through his hair, tossing the blond strands everywhere.  ”Look - I suck at words, but you’ve got to know why I’m here, right?”  Without waiting for an answer, he raises his hand so Julian can see the azaleas.

“According to Lord Google, they mean ‘take care of yourself for me.’ Well, that and temperance and fragile passion and something about the Chinese symbol for womanhood but we’re choosing to selectively ignore those for the purposes of this gift.”

He holds the flowers out to Julian and the actor takes them, blinking down at the colorful bouquet in his hands.

“I would have gotten you ambrosia, which means ‘your love is reciprocated,’ but despite being the food of the gods it’s actually a quite green and ugly plant and I didn’t think that would be too romantic.  So.”

Julian is still kind of just staring down at the flowers, and Logan fights the urge to bite his lip.

“You like them, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Say something.”

“I’m not sure what to say.”  He looks up.  ”Today is prom at Dalton?”

“You know it is.”

“Who is Derek taking?”

Logan bites his lip.  ”Casey.  Jules, can we please talk about what I said?”

“What part of what you said?”

“That I loved you.”

“I…didn’t hear that part.”

“When I gave you the flowers.  Reciprocated love.”

“Oh.”

“Can we…”  He trails off.  Can we talk about that?

What are we even supposed to talk about?

“I think…you should go back to Dalton - work on getting over Kurt and…all that…”  He’s still looking at the flowers.

“I don’t want to go back to Dalton,” Logan says softly.  ”I want to spend prom with you.  Look, I even got all dressed up in a tux with music notes for buttons and everything!”

Julian looks up at that, the corner of his mouth twitching up into a smile.  ”Yeah,” he says, his voice soft as well.  ”You look good, Logan.”  His eyes are sad.

“Hey, don’t - aw shit, Jules.  Hey, c’mon, um - will you dance with me?”

Julian looks away, fingers tightening almost imperceptibly around the stems of the flowers.  ”Um,” he says, and Logan’s throat tightens as he sees him blink rapidly, so obviously trying to keep the tears at bay.  ”You know I’m given to melodramatic tendencies, so I hope you’ll forgive me when I point out that every single atom in the universe works in its own way to show that we just don’t work together.  I mean…exhibit A, you’re standing there looking all handsome and…and sexy in a tuxedo, and I’m over here holding a bunch of flowers like a loser in my ratty jeans and old T-shirt.”

“Hey,” says Logan, stepping forward.  ”Hey, don’t call yourself that.”

Julian looks down at the floor.

“Just one dance, okay?”

“I, uh - no.  I can’t.”

Logan swallows.  ”Why not?”

“Because I - I - I break too easily.”

Moving slowly so as not to upset him, Logan takes the flowers to put them on a table so he can hold Julian’s hands between them.

“I promise I won’t break you,” he says quietly, slowly and deliberately.

“Three years too late on that one, Lo,” Julian says, and the laugh at the end of his sentence is choked as his lips curve up into an almost heartbreaking half-smile.

“I did it once; I’m not going to do it again.”

“You can’t possibly know that.”

“Will you - look at me?  Please?”

After a moment’s hesitation, Julian’s eyes flicker up to meet Logan’s, dark and untrusting.

“Just one dance - that’s all I’m asking for.  One dance to show you what you and I could be.”

Julian looks down at their hands, intertwined, and gives a tired sigh.  ”Then…I guess I will.  I don’t think I’ve ever been very good at resisting the urge to help you be happy.”

“No, I - stop.  I don’t want that.  I only want you to dance with me if you want to.”

“…I want to.”