A/N: The first chapter had a really positive response, especially considering what I was expecting. You guys rock.

You know who else rocks? Rick Riordan. Who owns PJO. And is not me.

Nico really couldn't be sure what to expect from Leo's house. He'd never actually been out with another teacher outside of school before. He was unjustifiably nervous. He tried to convince himself he'd be fine. He'd already managed to impress him enough to get him to ask him over, right? He didn't need to get Leo to like him. Leo already liked him.

For the entire approximate 5 seconds that transpired between Nico knocking on the door and Leo answering it, he worried he was making a mistake. He almost turned right around and went back home. But, the second Leo opened the door, his warm energy enveloped him. Relaxed air seemed to roll of him and onto Nico, and it was through this relaxation that Nico had time to notice that, without his bowtie and reading glasses, Leo looked... different. Maybe he'd been handsome the whole time, and Nico had just never noticed. The flecks of gold in his eyes perfectly accented the deep hue of his hair and the rolled sleeves of his shirt exposed the defined muscle and rich tone of his arms.

"Well hello there, Bruce Wayne," Leo chimed. "Welcome to the Love Shack." He stepped aside and made a sweeping behold sort of gesture with his arm.

Leo's house was as warm as his personality. Everything was a reddish brown and wooden. He had a full couch, chair and loveseat set despite being the only person living there, a wooden coffee table and a huge, huge flatscreen tv. He really seemed like the type of guy who hated to be alone.

"So," Leo said. "I'll go make some popcorn, and you," he pressed the tip of his finger into the middle of Nico's chest. "Can sit your fine self down wherever. Alright? Alright." Leo scurried away into the kitchen, leaving Nico to his own devices. He sat himself awkwardly in the arm seat of the couch, toying with a loose string at the end of his sweater sleeve abse

"nt-mindedly. He looked around the room, and took in the actual emptiness of it. Sure, he had lots of DVDs and very nice furniture, but there was almost nothing personal. It was almost as if he had only just moved in.

After a few more minutes of sleeve fiddling and beat tapping, he noticed Leo in the kitchen doorway.

"You don't sit still too well, do you?" Nico only looked down and folded his hands in his lap. Leo giggled and strided towards him, popcorn in hand. "It's cool. I don't either." He wiggled his fingers on his free hand. "Idle hands." He handed the popcorn bowl to Nico, and busied himself with putting in the dvd. He sat, despite the ample seating, right next to Nico, with their knees and shoulders bumping clumsily into each other. Neither of them moved for the rest of the night.

aeiouaeiouaeiouaeiouaeiouaeiou

Nico got to school the next morning only five minutes before classes started to find Leo in his classroom, at his desk, with two coffees and two muffins, making a pig out of an eraser.

"Leo?"

"Ah, good morning, Nightcrawler! You're late. I've been waiting." He lifted up his eraser pig. "Thinkin' about naming him Festus."

"What's with the breakfast?"

"Well, last night you said you'd never had a pumpkin muffin, and I thought 'What's up with that? A man shouldn't have to live like that!' and so," he gestured to the muffin. "Coffe, too. Large, two sugars. I guessed."

"I'm impressed, Valdez." Nico smirked. "You guessed right. But, as thankful as I am and as much as I would love for you to stay here and talk about coffee with me," Nico pointed to the clock. "You should probably get to your own classroom." Leo feigned shock.

"D'you hear that, John?"

"It's, uh... It's Jason."

"He only wants me for my body!" Nico laughed.

"Go! You're going to be late!" Leo took his coffee, muffin and pigraser and half-ran out the door. "And, you owe me a new eraser!"

Nico sat down and noticed the particularly smug grin on Connor Stoll's face.

"What?"

"Nightcrawler, Mr. di Angelo? Really?"

A/N: Oh wow this is short. This is even shorter than the first one I'm sorry. *melts away apologetically*.