Author's Note: WOW! 2 chapters in 2 days? This never happens. It only happened 'cause lynxpanther is an amazing friend of mine and needed the fluff to make her day better. So this is a reward for her amazing review. Hope she enjoys. Of course she will. She got to read it while I was writing it :)

Disclaimer: seeing as I'm not the amazing and brilliant CP Coulter, or the owner of Glee, I don't own anything but this plot line

Charlie awoke with an unexplainable feeling that today was going to be horrid. The fact that he awoke to screams and explosions much louder than usual validated that statement. Groaning, Charlie got up and threw some clothes on before opening his door and storming down the hall towards the source of screaming. Pushing through the throng of people rushing away from there, he grabbed Dwight's shoulder and spun him around. "What the hell's going on this early in the morning?" Charlie shouted over the screaming.

"They've gone insane!" Dwight screamed. "They're demon's I tell you! I need to get my weapons to take them down and save you all!" Tearing away from Charlie, Dwight ran down the hall in the direction of his room.

Pissed off and still as confused as before, Charlie began pushing through. Reaching the main hall just as the whole House was rocked by another explosion, Charlie coughed smoke and debris as he navigated his way to the center of the room. There, running frantically around, were the twins, Blaine, and Reed. Reed had large bundles of canvases in each arm, running around trying to avoid something that was exploding at his feet. Blaine was frantically batting at a smoking couch, trying to set a fire out. And the twins were laughing as they swung from the chandelier.

Feeling a headache coming on, Charlie sat there for a minute, watching the scene silently. Finally it grew too much and Charlie blew up. "I swear if this room isn't fixed in FIVE MINUTES, ALL your heads are going to roll!" His voice echoed across the hall as everyone froze where they were. The explosions ceased and even the twin's laughing stopped. Everyone stared at Charlie, taking in his disgruntled hair, his narrowed eyes, his state of dress, and his downright homicidal aura. They knew the look their Prefect had when they had pushed him too far, but this was worse. It was a look that promised certain death if his orders were not obeyed.

All at the same time, the four burst into movement, feeling the room in the direction of their respective rooms. As the four disappeared, Dwight ran in carrying an old battered book, a pistol, and his spray bottle of holy water. "Where'd they go?" Dwight asked, turning round and round, spray bottle raised defensively. When he got no reply, he turned to look at Charlie and instinctively jumped back. Charlie looked like he was going to rip someone's head off. Spraying him with holy water, Dwight was satisfied there no demonic reaction, figuring it was just a rotten day for the overstressed Prefect, and left him be. Charlie stood there for a moment before heading back to his room, already planning on ditching all his classes for the day.

There was no better way to de-stress than to go to the batting cages. Charlie could feel all the tension in his body leave as soon as the sound of metal bats hitting balls filled his ears. He grabbed his custom bat from the teller who simply glanced at him knowingly and walked into a 90 mph cage.

Several hours later, Charlie stood in the cage, sweating profusely, covered in dirt, and sporting several large bruises. He was exhausted beyond words, but wanted to get a few more hours in before he had to return to the chaos that was Dalton. Swinging, Charlie missed the ball and a chuckle sounded behind him. Knowing instinctively who it was, Charlie didn't turn around and instead posed for his next swing.

"How long have you been at it?" Justin asked, leaning against the fencing surround the cage as he stared at his best friend.

Charlie smirked as he swung, blasting the ball out of there. "Depends. What time is it exactly?"

"Six forty on the dot."

"Well then, for about ten hours," Charlie said, taking his last swing before the machine shut off. Leaning on the bat, Charlie peeled off his helmet, his hair soaked with sweat and clinging to his head. Breathing out a sigh, Charlie turned to face his friend. The Brit was leaning against the walls of the cage, staring at him in rapt awe. His friend was obviously trying to appear nonchalant, but Charlie knew from the tense set of his shoulders and the habitual flexing and relaxing of his fists that Justin was worried. Opening the door, Charlie smiled down at his best friend and patted his shoulder. "Relax Switzerland. I'm fine," Charlie said, delighting in the way Justin's shoulder relaxed under his touch. Letting his hand rest there just slightly longer than called for, Charlie let his hand drop.

Justin smiled up at Charlie, feeling relieved that his friend felt better. From what he'd heard, his friend had had an insane start to his day and he was just glad Chaz was back to his normal self. "How did you get here?" Justin asked, having not seen Charlie's car in the parking lot when he arrived.

"I had the driver drop me off," Charlie replied smoothly as he returned his bat and helmet to the attendant. "How about you?"

Justin smiled. Chaz didn't let anyone but him enter his secret sanctuary. Here Charlie was secluded away from all the world of wealth that surrounded them at Dalton. And only Justin could join him here. "I drove here," Justin said. "You need a ride back?"

Charlie smirked. "Why not?" Justin smiled at him and started walking towards the parking lot. "Let me hit the showers first J. I'm all sweaty and gross looking." As Charlie turned to head to the locker rooms, Justin grabbed his shoulder and turned him around.

"No need," Justin said, smiling at Charlie who looked at him confused. "You look beautiful Chaz."

Charlie smiled and they both climbed into Justin's car. Perhaps today wasn't that bad after all.

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