-Agh, I'm so sorry for how short this is! What is wrong with me? DX *sigh* Anyway, yes, this is all of part two and it was meant to be a bit longer, except well, I got a positively addicting idea for another Minewt fic and had to start writing ASAP. I knew that if I started it in the middle of this one, this one would be completely neglected. So, again, sorry for such an abrupt, short ending. I normally would never think of writing an ending so fast. :(

Reviews are still welcome. And hey, look on the bright side: this whole thing means I'm writing a new Minewt fanfic! ^_^-

Walking down the long, linoleum hallway at Glade Elementary School felt weird and faintly strange to Newt. He'd never gone to school here because his parents had moved there when he was in the eleventh grade. But he could feel the nostalgia that clung to the bright yellow walls and red lockers like cobwebs. It was in the dull echoes of their shoes on the floor and in the way Minho scanned the place like it was something he'd outgrown. He certainly didn't look like he fit in here, with those broad shoulders of his.

"She said it's Room 204," Minho said from a few steps ahead of Newt. He was walking slowly, glancing at room numbers as he passed the doors. The lights were mostly turned off, because the afternoon sunlight was enough to illuminate the hallways. It gave his spiked, ebony hair a gleam of cobalt-blue.

"Mm-hm," Newt hummed in reply absently. He was still thinking of what he was going to say to Ms. Baker. He couldn't exactly demand that Billy be punished harshly; he wasn't Newt's kid. But something had to be done about this.

"You alive back there?" Minho cast a glance over his shoulder, a slight smirk curling his mouth.

"Yes," Newt answered with a mock-annoyed look. "Just thinking."

"About what?"

"Stuff."

"What kind of stuff?"

"Minho."

Minho gave Newt an innocent look over his shoulder as he walked, never breaking stride. "What?" he asked defensively. "I'm curious."

Newt shook his head in resignation, a half-smile on his face. "I'm thinking about what we're gonna say at this shucking meeting. And Belle. Wondering if Brenda's doing okay with her back home. Stuff like that." Then his smile widened and he took on a teasing tone as he added, "and you."

Minho's voice definitely held a note of cockiness. "What about me, exactly?"

"The way you look in those jeans."

"Oh? I didn't realize you were looking..." Minho sounded smug, but there was a tinge of pink in his cheeks that showed how he liked Newt's comment.

Newt grinned in return, feeling lighter than he had at the beginning of the night. If anyone could help him brighten a situation, it was Minho. Newt fell silent again, content to follow behind Minho as he searched for Room 204. It was kinda peaceful, to just walk (even if it did mean a parent-teacher conference was waiting in a room for them). Besides, Newt gladly took the opportunity to check out the way the aforementioned jeans hugged Minho's body. And they did it deliciously.

Newt just couldn't resist teasing Minho a bit more, because he hardly ever did. Quickening his pace, he caught up with his husband and snuck an arm around his waist. Minho blinked down at him, with a brief smile before he went back to scanning the doors. His arm instinctively slung around Newt's shoulders. Newt leaned into him before sliding his hand devilishly down Minho's back to cup his butt. (And those jeans felt just as good as they looked.) The look on Minho's face was priceless. Startled at first, he blushed adorably; then he glanced sideways at Newt with a suggestive smirk. "Can't keep your hands off me?" he asked airily.

Newt chuckled. "You're too full of yourself, Min," was all he said. He noticed Minho slowing down then, as they neared a heavy metal door on the right. The number above it stated 204. Newt lost some of the playful distraction he'd felt earlier. He moved his hand to a more chaste place at Minho's lower back. He felt the muscles tense and he rubbed a little circle soothingly into Minho's skin. Heaving a sigh, he reached out and knocked on the door.

He barely had time to pull his hand back before the door burst open, revealing a mousy-haired women with caramel-colored eyes as bright as her smile. Ms. Baker was on the shorter side, and a bit older than Newt and Minho. She wore a knee-length, navy skirt, paired with a white blouse. And although she wore several golden rings, not one of them was a wedding ring. She beamed cheerily at the pair. "Oh, hello!" she greeted, in a voice that was lower than expected, but still pleasant. "You must be the Newton's."

Minho gave her his crooked smile. "And you must be Ms. Baker," he remarked in return. She giggled, as expected, and he added, "I'm Minho and this is Newt."

"Oh, it's a PLEASURE to meet you in person again since Open House," Ms. Baker replied. Oddly, her eyes stayed only on Newt as she said it. She glanced with faint discomfort at the blonde's arm around Minho. Then she was gesturing for them to follow her into the classroom. "Come in, come in! There's quite a bit we need to talk about..." She tip-tapped in her heels to the yellow-walled room beyond.

Minho let go of Newt as they followed her inside. Newt missed the warmth of Minho's body, but it was a brief thought that was quickly forgotten. Now he had to focus on Belle. He had to make sure she'd be protected at school from now on. With a new spark of determination, he took one of the two seats set up facing Ms. Baker's great, dark wooden desk. The chalkboard glowed dull green in the sunlight streaming from the wall of windows. A few assignments were scrawled there, but none held his attention for long.

Ms. Baker sat herself down in her chair and swiveled back and forth until she was comfortable. "So," she began, clasping her hands together on her desktop, "I called you both in here because I understand there's been some...issues concerning your daughter, Belle." There was the usual millisecond pause before the word "daughter," because, of course, Newt and Minho had adopted her. "I wanted to speak with you first before I called Billy's parents."

"Why's that?" Minho asked, sitting the way guys do, leaned back and with an ankle resting on one knee. "Didn't he start this whole thing?"

"Well, yes, but I felt that I had to talk to you first, seeing as Belle was the one being bullied," she explained. "No child deserves to be treated that way, especially not her." She smiled then. "She's such a sweetheart, your daughter. Wouldn't think of hurting a fly. I hope you don't mind my saying so, but you've done a great job raising her."

Minho and Newt both said modest thank-you's, with smiles threatening to surface. Newt noticed that once again, Ms. Baker had been looking only at him as she spoke, as though she meant the words for him.

"Now then. I want you to know that I have every intention of punishing Billy for this," she reassured them. She talked with her hands a lot, waving them about like fluttering birds. "That's not the main reason I called you here. It's about...well, it's about the other problems Belle's been having recently."

Newt stiffened. "OTHER problems?" he asked. Belle had never mentioned anything else to him.

"What other problems?" Minho demanded, a thin layer of iron in his words.

She lifted her hands in a denying gesture. "Oh, it's nothing very BAD. She doesn't seem to let it affect her that much. It's just some of the other kids in class."

"There's more than one?" Minho asked. The anger and sadness about the whole thing was tangled up in his voice, and Newt ached for him.

"Unfortunately, yes," she sighed. "They call her this name, you see. Annie-belle? After the musical? And they tease her about being an orphan."

"Well, she's not an orphan anymore," Minho told her.

"Of course not, but you know how kids are. Really, the only student that's nice to her is a little girl named Katie. They're best friends and I'd hate for any of the other students to break that up."

Newt blinked. "So what do you think we should do?" he asked, and her attention immediately switched to him. "We can't have her go to a different school. They're all too far away. Except New Haven school district, but we can't afford to send her there." (New Haven's schools were closer to the city, and always at competition with Glade School District)

Ms. Baker looked like it pained her to not be able to help him. "I would think about talking to her," she suggested. "See how she feels about all of this. I'll talk to the other students, for sure, but they won't like it and it might not help her outside of school. Sometimes, these things just have to—" She broke off with a tiny yelp, as suddenly, one of her hand gestures knocked a book from her desk.

In a flash, Newt stretched out a hand and caught it, at the same time she did. Their fingers overlapped, hers over his. She could've let go at any time, but she kept their hands joined on the book as she lifted it back to her desk. "Thank you, Newt," she said brightly, with a thousand-watt grin. Her hand lingered on his as she slid it away again.

It was in that moment that the atmosphere in the room changed. Ms. Baker was quite blush-y, Newt pulled his hands self-consciously into his lap, and Minho glanced between them with a dark look on his face. It was becoming obvious that Newt was being flirted with.

"Um," Newt started in the awkward silence. "So did you think we should—?"

"Are you British?" Ms. Baker asked suddenly. She was leaning on her desk eagerly, grinning at Newt.

Minho looked like he couldn't decide which he wanted to flip first: the chair he was sitting on or the desk itself.

Newt stared at her. "I... What?" It was just, he hadn't expected this at all. They were here to talk about BELLE, and most of the time no one flirted with him when he was standing next to the utter perfection that was Minho.

"Are you British?" she repeated. "I was wondering..."

"Um. Yes. I am."

"Oh, how lovely," she gushed. "I couldn't help but notice your accent, I hope you don't mind."

"I don't mind," Newt replied awkwardly. "But about Belle..."

"Oh yes, she's such a kind kind girl. I bet she takes after her father." She studied Newt intently, making sure he got it.

"Which one?" Minho asked drily. He was almost glaring at her now and Newt shot him a warning glance.

Ms. Baker looked at him like she'd forgotten he was there. "Oh, you know what I mean," she chuckled, brushing it off. Minho bristled. She cheerfully ignored it. She seemed to shake herself, like she had snapped out of a trance. "I'm sorry, what were we talking about?"

"Belle," Newt answered, disbelievingly. "We were talking about Belle."

"Yes, of course," she replied, flapping a hand. "I guess I got distracted." She smiled at him pointedly at that and he felt his face heat under her intense gaze.

Newt lowered his gaze away from her. "It's fine," he said lightly. But as he spoke, he slipped a hand from his lap and under Minho's. He laced their fingers loosely together. Sneaking a sideways glance at his husband, he noticed Minho's mouth turning up slightly. "Now, as for Belle," he said meaningfully. "Do you think that we should just...let this all blow over? Or will changing schools really be the best choice?"

Ms. Baker studied their joined hands like they were a sour taste in her mouth. She swallowed uncomfortably and sighed, giving Newt a sideways glance. Then she fell into a more businesslike manner. "Right, well. If changing schools really isn't the best option, I would consider talking to her. And yes, maybe letting it all blow over. I'll speak to Billy and the children, of course. But you should tell Belle that I know about the situation, and that she should never hesitate to talk to me if anything like this happens again." A warm look softened her eyes. "She's a strong girl, Annabelle. She'll be fine."

Thank-you's were exchanged and goodbye's were sent politely back and forth. Ms. Baker seemed to have been put back in her place after that display of flirting.

It didn't stop Minho from keeping his hand in Newt's the whole way back to the parking lot.