A/N: This is my friend Maddy's birthday present; she fell in love with Logan and was talking about how if she was let lose on Dalton campus and the story came from there. This is clearly an AU. I do not own any characters but Adrienne Lauren Larson.

Julian Larson was standing near the gates of Dalton, wringing his hands for the first time in his life (that hadn't been a performance, anyways.) Nobody had ever seen him that nervous; not before auditions, dates, press conferences, performances… Julian's life as a teenage heartthrob was full of nerve-wracking events, and this was still the most anxious he had ever been.

His boyfriend Logan came up behind him, gently pulling his hands apart. "Chill out, Jules. It isn't the end of the world."

"Whose brilliant idea was this?" Julian asked him, gazing into his green eyes. After three years of pining, he could finally call this boy his own… but that was still the furthest thing from his mind. Instead, dominating his future now was the menace that would soon be walking through those gates.

"It's just for a week," Logan said. "You can manage a week, right?"

"Why did Dean Ramsey agree to this?" Julian asked, "and my parents! Is everybody trying to kill me?"

"Nobody wants to kill you, Jules. Relax. It's going to be okay."

Julian took a few deep breaths,but then shouted in surprise when the Tweedles ran right into him. "Is she here yet?" one asked.

"No!" Julian snapped. "Go away!"

They assumed identical hurt expressions. "Now, Cheshire Cat, you can't expect us to not meet the Kitten."

"You're going to be bad influences!"

Logan chuckled, used to the antics after a lifetime of being friends with the twins. "If you try to keep them away, they're just going to try harder to get to her." He shrugged. "And it's not like she hasn't had her fill of bad influences anyways."

Julian groaned and buried his head in his hands.

Wes and David hurried over. "Where is she? Is she here?"

"No!" Julian snapped. "Logan, make them go away!"

"You know I can't do that, and it isn't like we haven't tried."

Julian sighed and nodded. As hard as they'd worked to make Stuart Windsor-proof, Han always managed to get the other guys inside. And somehow, they always managed to sneak inside when Julian and Logan were upstairs, making out on his bed. It was the ultimate mood-killer.

Blaine walked up with Kurt, checking his pocket watch. "She's late," he noted.

Logan rubbed Julian's back, trying to hide his smirk. "She's just trying to make you sweat, Jules. Don't worry about it. Stay cool."

"Of course you'd say that," Julian snapped, "your parents aren't feeding you to the piranhas."

"She's not a piranha," Logan said.

"She's much too cute to be a piranha," Wes said. Julian shot him a venomous glare. "What?" he asked, faking innocence.

A long car with tinted windows appeared, coming nearer down the tree lined path. Julian began chewing on his lip, finger-combing his hair and polishing his famous sunglasses. A small, familiar crowd had gathered by the time the car reached the guardhouse; Windsors, Hanovers and Stuarts alike had come to greet Julian's mysterious guest. The large iron gates slooowly creaked open, and the car pulled up, smooth and silent to right in front of Julian and Logan. A uniformed driver got out of the front seat and came around to the back, opening up the door.

BAM.

Julian was tackled for the second time today by a little girl with dirty curly-blonde hair.

"BIG BROTHER!" she squealed.

Mwahwahwa! :D I'll talk to you very very soon; I'm on a deadline.