Lance and I quickly finished our shower, dressing quickly, barely giving us time to dry off. Lance was the first out of the room and down the hall to Justin's room.

I was far behind.

"Justin.."

"Lance.. he.. he.." Tears were streaming down his face.

Lance climbed into the bed, and pulled Justin to him, running his fingers lightly through the back of his curls.

I turned and glared at Nick. "What did I tell you Carter?"

"I didn't do anything. I was just sitting here like yall asked me too." His eyes wide with fear.

I turned back to Justin. "Just.." I crawled in on the other side, and frowned when he scooted closer to Lance. "Justin what's wrong?"

His arms were wrapped around Lance's waist, his face burried so far into Lance's lap I couldn't see where he ended and Lance began.

I sighed looking up at Lance, pleading. He leaned down towards Justin and talked quietly, but still loud enough for us to hear. "Baby blue. Talk to me. What's wrong?"

"Lance I.. I can't. I'm sorry. I can't. I can't. I can't." He shook his head as his words came out slightly broken with his tears.

"You can't what Just? Please talk to me." I could see the tired lines along Lance's forehead, and the bags under his eyes. This was going to drag him to the hospital before it was over.

Nick stood in the corner of the room, his arms hugged tightly around himself. I could see the tears welled up in his eyes. I gave him a small sad smile, and mouthed I'm sorry. He just shook his head turning his attention back to Justin.

Justin was talking loud enough only for Lance to hear. I wish I was able to hear what was making Lance frown like that.

Justin's voice was a mere whisper, the only thing I was able to hear from what he had said to Lance. He pulled back some looking into Lance's eyes. "Please..." He sounded and looked so broken.

Lance closed his eyes before I could catch the tears in his eyes. He kept shaking his head. "Justin, we talked about this. Please don't do this.."

"Please Lance.. please.."

He leaned down so his forehead touched Justin's. Their eyes locked together. Going back to only talking so they could hear. I saw Justin nod against Lance's head, before Lance kissed his forehead, letting him go, and laying him back in the bed.

I looked up as Lance stood, who motioned for me to follow. "Nick, Justin promises not to scream at you. Josh and I have to talk."

Nick nodded, staying in his corner far from Justin.

Lance took my hand and lead my back to our room. Closing the door behind us. We sat indianstyle in the middle of the bed. "What's wrong?"

He crawled over me, pushing me back against the bed, and laid out across me. His face burried in my neck. His hold tightly around my waist. I ran my fingers through his hair. "Baby please talk to me."

"He wants one night."

I didn't understand. "One night? One night for what? Lance I don't understand."

"One night with me."

Oh, well that changes everything. How was I suppose to answer that.