Dwight Houston and Ethan Brightman are in love. Nothing could ever come between them, not until the car accident. Ethan loses all memory of being with Dwight but can love truly conquer all? Can Dwight find a way to trigger Ethan’s memories?

Meanwhile, Ethan is struggling with strange feelings he never thought he’d have. He’s drawn to Dwight and knows thaat there is something important there, something he’d forgetting, something just out of reach. If he could just figure out what it was.

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Collision - Part 12 

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Dwight was stuck in the common room during his free period, studying. He thought it was for the best if he just kept studying. Focusing on his work was good. It meant he could block out everything else. It was in Dwight’s best interest to just keep studying and stop thinking about Ethan and his beautiful blue eyes and gorgeous blonde hair.

He was tapping his pen against the paper, staring at it. The only problem he had with studying all the time is that his mind had a tendency to wonder. Whenever he let his mind wander, he would find himself daydreaming about soft, warm lips against his. He’d be thinking about running his fingers through those blonde locks and staring into those ocean eyes.

When he woke up from those daydreams, he’d find his lips parted, his eyes had fluttered closed and he was sure if anyone was to rush past, they would’ve thought he was insane. Though he supposed they already thought that with all the salt hanging around. Dwight looked over at the windowsill, sighing to himself. He was going to have to redo the line over there. He’d seen one of the other Windsors leaning against it and they probably messed up the salt. He’d have to teach the freshman the importance of those lines.

He went back to daydreaming almost immediately. Those hands brushing over his cheek, running into his hair were far more interesting than Joan of Arc. He smiled as he pictured Ethan falling into his lap the way he usually did in moments like those, brushing their lips together for just a moment, playfully brushing their noses together and begging Dwight to stop working and have some fun with him. Dwight almost always said yes. How could he not? 

The only thing that could break through his reverie was the sound of his phone going off. He shook his head, sighing softly as  pulled it out, looking down at the message from Evan, “I’m so sorry I have to put you through this.” What did that mean? What was happening? Was Evan about to do something horrible to him? Dwight wasn’t sure of just how much more he could take. 

A moment of silence passed. Dwight was looking around the room warily, his homework forgotten as he tried to figure out just what was about to go wrong. If the Tweedles had something bad planned for him, he just hoped they’d get it out of the way quickly. With all that had happened so far and everything Dwight had been through already, he wasn’t sure how much more he was going to be able to take.

He was taken off guard when the doors opened, Ethan and Evan walking in with the rest of the Warblers behind them. The Warblers were Dalton Academy’s Glee club and without a doubt, the coolest guys in the school. They got away with most things, and as they were in Windsor at that moment, they would probably get away with anything at all. Dwight quickly covered his books, knowing full well that the Warblers had a tendency to throw papers when they got too enthusiastic with their impromptu performances. Ethan and Evan turned to look at Dwight, Evan looking more than a little apologetic as Ethan started to sing, the warblers and Evan backing him up.

“In the morning I could take the burning sun.
I could be the only warning, but I’m not the only.
So forgive me, ‘cause its more than I can bear.
In demand I make my mind up by deciding not to care.

Stop giving me choices. Stop giving me choices.”

Dwight had tears in his eyes already. He knew right away that Ethan was singing this to him. He had had enough. It was clear. Dwight didn’t know how to make it better though. He understood that Ethan was hurting but he had no idea how he was supposed to help Ethan choose. It was all up to him and if Dwight ever tried to help, he knew he’d only be trying to get Ethan to choose him. As Ethan moved closer to him, Dwight sunk in his seat further, wishing he could just disappear.

"I’m the victim, of this day and age.
I’ve forgotten how to feel, I’ve forgotten how to change.
So I surrender, to the apple of my eye.
I surrender to the wind, I will let the wind decide.

Stop giving me choices (woah oo) Stop giving me choices (Woah oo)
Stop giving me choices (woah oo) Stop giving me choices (Woah oo)”

As the Warblers sang behind Evan and Ethan, a group picked up some papers and threw them. Dwight quickly grabbed his books, rushing to put them in his bag before they did that to his as well. He realised the lyrics were hitting close to Ethan. He realised Ethan was singing this for his benefit, to tell him how he was feeling. That didn’t mean it hurt any less though. Ethan was conflicted and as long as he was conflicted, there was the possibility he would say no.

Dwight didn’t want to think about what would happen if Ethan said no. He really would be all alone. Ethan was all he had. If Ethan was taken away from him, he really would have nothing. He’d be worthless. He’d felt worthless before in his life, many times but never as worthless as this, never as hopeless.

"I could break it, I could break it till it hurts.
I could take whatever words you say, pretend I never heard.
So forgive me, shouldn’t be so hard.
It’s they way I’m put together, so you’re never getting past.

Can’t we talk this through? Actions are not what I’m used to.
Can’t we talk this through? Actions are not what I’m used to.”

Ethan had stook right in front of Dwight as he sang, looking into his eyes. He could see the pain in Ethan’s eyes, see the confusion and the hurt. He never wanted to make Ethan feel like that, and yet here they were. He didn’t know how to make it better. As the song went on, Dwight was trying to figure out how he could make it better for the Tweedle.

Evan took over for the last two lines, the pair backing away from Dwight and moving back to the middle of the room, the Warblers standing in formation behind them. Their eyes were all trained on him and Dwight could pick out some of his friends among the group. There was Reed off to one side. He kept glancing at Dwight and then looking away guiltily, knowing how hard this must’ve been for Dwight. Evan kept looking at him as apologetically as he could. Dwight knew they were doing this for Ethan, because he needed it, it didn’t make witnessing it any easier. 

"Stop giving me choices (woah oo) Stop giving me choices (Woah oo)
Stop giving me choices (woah oo) Stop giving me choices (Woah oo)
(I surrender)
Stop giving me choices (woah oo) Stop giving me choices (Woah oo)
(Just forgive me)
Stop giving me choices (woah oo) Stop giving me choices (Woah oo)

Without Friction, we would float up into space.
Maybe you could be the friction that will keep me in my place.
In the morning, I could take the burning sun, I could be the only warning but I’m not the only one.”

That last verse was like hope. Dwight looked up into Ethan’s eyes as he sang it, a small smile tugging on his lips. Ethan hadn’t completely given up on him then. He just had to figure out how to prove to Ethan that they were in love and needed to be together. He had ideas, he just wasn’t sure Ethan would go along with any of them. As the song ended, everyone in the room cheered and clapped. Dwight quickly clapped with them, realising he was meant to be doing that, not thinking about ways to win Ethan back. Winning Ethan back was the only thing that really mattered to him though.

The group started to disperse and Dwight just acted on instinct. He grabbed Ethan’s wrist, pulling him close. He didn’t mean to pull him quite so close. Ethan was caught off guard and tripped into him, Dwight quickly bringing his hands up to his arms, stopping him. Ethan had ended up right there, there noses nearly brushing. Dwight could feel his breath on his skin and he shivered. He’d missed that sensation so much and the craving for a taste of those lips was so much worse when they were that close. 

Those icy blue eyes were right there and they were even more beautiful when Dwight got to be that close to them. He could just keep staring into them. He’d found himself resting their heads together and just looking into Ethan’s eyes more than once. Ethan would usually catch him doing it and let him know. He wanted that to happen so badly, to feel just a little closer to the Ethan that loved him.

Dwight broke the silence between them, whispering softly, “C-Can I talk to you, please?”

“Is…is this going to be like the last time we spoke?” Ethan didn’t move away, speaking just as softly as Dwight was. If he was honest with himself, he liked the closeness. He liked having Dwight right there and he almost wanted to close the distance between them. That was a terrifying thought. Why did he want to do that? That wasn’t right.

“No, I promise. I wanted to ask you something, that’s all.”

“If I answer your question, will you leave me alone?” Ethan murmured softly, biting his lip and Dwight nearly whined, it was such a beautiful thing to see. He stared at Ethan’s lips for a moment, taking in every curve, the way they were just a little darker than the rest of Ethan’s skin and took a shaky breath.

“Depends how you answer.”

“What if I don’t want you to leave me alone?”

Dwight took a shuddering breath, looking Ethan up and down. He ran his hands down Ethan’s arms, threading their fingers together. Dwight hadn’t expected any of this. There were so many mixed signals. He was sure Ethan didn’t want him anymore, but he needed him. He was desperate, and suddenly Ethan was right there and he wasn’t moving away. Dwight looked away from Ethan’s lips, unable to take it anymore. He looked down at their entwined fingers instead, “I-I thought you didn’t-”

“I don’t know.” Ethan admitted, shrugging and sighing softly, “It could be the close proximity. I mean, there are parts of me that scream no. There are parts that say I need time, to figure this out, but then there’s this other part of me and it’s drawn to you. No matter where we are, it’s always drawing me in. I’m not saying I like it, I’m just giving up on fighting it. That’s what the song was about. I have so many choices, I can’t be sure what I should do.”

“Which is why I need to ask you something. You can say no if you want.”

Ethan leant closer, their noses brushing together, and Dwight’s breath caught in his throat, “Ask me.”

“Before the accident, we said we were going to go on a date, and I thought maybe…you might still be up for that?” Dwight regretted it straight away, looking away nervously. That was too much too soon. He could tell. He felt terrible already.

“You want me to go on a date with you?” Ethan smiled faintly, “Really?”

“You can say no if you want to.”

“What would we do…on this date?” Ethan bit his lip again, grinning. He was so tired of fighting everything. He was just going to let everything go. It meant being closer to Dwight. There was something in the back of his mind telling him to stop but he wasn’t focusing on that. He was running completely on instinct.

Dwight’s eyes were fixed on Ethan’s lips again, stammering when he finally managed to speak, “W-Well, I thought I would take you somewhere familiar. Nothing much. Something casual, you know? Maybe it would help you remember some things.” 

Ethan grinned, bumping their noses together, “I might like that.”


“Really. I’ve been treating you like dirt, Dwight. I need to make up for that, and I need to actually try to remember some of this stuff. Maybe a date somewhere familiar will help.”

Dwight went to lean closer, taking a deep breath. He didn’t want to go to far, but the tiny space between them was making it difficult for him to think straight. He just wanted to run a hand through Ethan’s hair, pull him close, make up for all those lonely nights. He would do anything for his Ethan back. “I-If you don’t back up, I’m going to end up kissing you.”

“I might be okay with that…” Ethan whispered, looking away when he said it. He wasn’t sure why he was being so forward, and he wasn’t sure that he liked it. He was still so conflicted, so unsure of himself.

“I’m not going to do that to you.” Dwight took a step away, still holding Ethan’s hands. He couldn’t bring himself to let go. He was desperate for that contact, “As much as it kills me, I can’t do that. You have to kiss me when you’re ready. We’re doing this at your pace.”

“I-I’m sorry. I don’t even know where all this comes from. I’m just not holding it in anymore. This is the stuff I’ve been thinking. All the confusing things that have me conflicted.” Ethan smiled sadly.

Dwight was more than a little bit relieved to hear those words. It meant his Ethan was still in there. It meant that deep down, Ethan still had feelings for him, or at least, that’s what Dwight choosed to make of it. He wanted Ethan back and this was the first piece of hope he had found that he could cling onto, “It’s okay.” He smiled softly, “Tweedles are notorious flirts. You are the biggest flirt I know. I’m used to it.”

Ethan nodded slowly, a small smile gracing his lips and Dwight was sure he fell in love all over again when he saw that smile. It was tentative. He was so unsure of himself, yet there was just a hint in his eyes, telling Dwight that Ethan really did want this. He wanted to try and Dwight had never been so glad for that. He was being given a second chance.

Tilting his head to the side, Ethan looked into his eyes, biting his lip as he smiled, “So…tomorrow night?”

Dwight grinned, rubbing his thumbs over Ethan’s hands soothingly, “Tomorrow night. I’ll meet you at your dorm room and escort you to my car. I will drive. Not letting you near the wheel of a car for a long time.”

“I think I’d prefer it that way.” Ethan chuckled. 

Dwight pulled Ethan’s hand to his lips, brushing a kiss over his knuckles. He was sure he saw a tinge of red in Ethan’s cheeks and he couldn’t help but smile a little brighter at the sight of it. Just a little more hope, “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

Ethan nodded, smiling faintly, “Tomorrow.”

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