"I don't get this," Duncan groaned, rubbing his forehead as he glanced over the worksheet in front of him. "I don't get this, I don't get this," he repeated angrily.

"Do you need some help?" Klaus asked, resisting the urge to laugh as he walked over to his friend.

"Yes," Duncan grumbled, sitting back on the couch as the taller male sat down next to him.

"What class is this from?" he asked calmly as he picked up the paper from the coffee table. His eyes scanned over the instructions at the top of the page, he bit his lip slightly as he concentrated.

"English," Duncan sighed, moving so that he was sitting a little closer to his friend. "This is the part I don't get," he said, pointing to part of the middle of the page.

"Oh, this is simple," he said, a small smile on his face as he began to ramble. Duncan looked from the paper back to his friend, his heart began to go a mile a minute as he stared at the freckles that were splattered over his pale face. His eyes then quickly moved to the dark curls that pooled off of his head and framed his face in just the right way. The way that his eyes shone when he was talking about something that he enjoyed made butterflies erupted in his stomach.

"Understand?" Klaus asked, a small smile pulling at his lips as he turned back to Duncan.

"Uh, yeah," he nodded, swallowing harshly.

"You weren't listening, were you?" Klaus chuckled.

"No," he shook his head.

"At least you're honest," the older teenager shook his head teasingly.

"It's one of my best qualities," Duncan said proudly.

"I bet it is," Klaus smiled. "Now listen this time," he chastised. Duncan screwed up his face, trying his best to listen to what Klaus was talking about instead of staring at his face.

"Okay, I think it makes sense now," Duncan nodded, taking the paper back from his friend and placing it back down on the coffee table. He grabbed his pencil, allowing it to roll over his callous as he began to rapidly write.

"You're welcome," Klaus said making a mock tone of irritation take over his voice.

"Oh yeah," Duncan said, his cheeks turning a bright shade of red as he looked up at his friend. "Thanks, Klaus."

Klaus grinned, then saying sincerely, "You're welcome, Duncan."

"You really are a lifesaver," Duncan snorted as he fell back on the couch. His head flopped back to look at the other orphan, his eyes shimmered with affection as he spoke. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Probably fail your homework and tests," Klaus answered deadpanned. "Like you did the week I got the flu."

"I didn't fail that test," he scoffed, turning his head so that he was looking back over at the rest of the common room for the boy's dorm.

"You got a fifty percent," Klaus snorted, looking back over at the shorter man.

"That's not failing!" Duncan tried to reason.

"Yes, it is! Anything less than seventy percent is failing, Duncan."

"This is why I failed."

"If you just studied instead of wandered around and trying to find something to write an article about."

"That's like if I told you that you had to stop reading to do something!"

"But I can read to study," Klaus reasoned, knocking his shoulder with the other Orphan's.

"That is not what that metaphor means!" Duncan laughed, running a hand through his hair.

"I don't care, this is about you studying, not my reading."

"If you insist," Duncan shrugged as he slid down a small bit on the couch.

Before either of them had another chance to speak, another one of the students entered into the common room. He let out a loud groan, rolling his eyes, he turned to the other teenager that had followed behind him, loudly complaining. "The Gays are back at it. I really don't want to have to deal with their flirting."

"I know, it's disgusting," the second student grumbled, not caring in the slightest that the two subjects of their conversation were fully in hearing range.

Klaus frowned, his eyebrows furrowing as he listened to the other two teenage boys complain about them and their sexuality. Duncan felt anger bubble in his stomach as he listened to their exchange before he loudly called out, "Come on, Klaus. Violet and Isadora are waiting for us in the library."

"That's right," the other teenage boy nodded, standing up and rushing out of the common room with Duncan following closely behind him. "Do they really have to talk that loudly about my sexuality every time we're in the same room together?" Klaus grumbled as they stalked down the hall.

"Just ignore it, they don't know any better," Duncan shook his head. Klaus continued to grumble to himself for a moment before he sighed, walking a bit closer to his friend.

"Just because they were raised like that doesn't mean that I should have to put up with it," he reasoned.

"While that's true, I'm not sure there's much we can do about that," Duncan sighed, shrugging slightly.

"We could tell the principal," Klaus said sternly.

"Do you really think that would help anything?" the younger of the two asked. "I mean, while this principal is nicer than the last one, I'm not sure he could even do anything to make the super rich kids nice."

"Without losing funding, you mean," the taller teenager near snarled.

"I mean, that could be a part of it," Duncan said weakly, still trying to comfort his friend. "At least you, me, Isadora, and Violet all know that being Gay is okay."

"I suppose," Klaus said, a smirk tugging at his lips and a bemused tone sneaking into his voice.

"Not good enough!" Duncan called, poking his friend in the side.

"You're ridiculous," the taller teenager snorted.

"There's the library, where I highly suspect that Isadora and Violet actually are," he snorted.

"Knowing our sisters, it's highly likely," he snickered along with the other teenager. "Ms. Olivia might also be able to help us with our homophobic peer's issue."

"Yeah!" Duncan's eyes lit up at the other Orphan's idea. They both entered into the near silent library quickly.

"Mr. Boudelier, Mr. Quagmire," Olivia beamed, placing the book that she was reading down as she looked at the two students. "Your sisters are just over there."

"Thank you, Ms. Olivia," Klaus smiled as he tugged Duncan away from her desk and over to their sisters. He paused as he caught sight of Violet's hand tracing over Isadora's slowly. He smirked as he saw the look in his sister's eyes, something shiny and sparkly, something that he had never seen before.

"Violet," Klaus whispered into her ear, causing her to jump. Isadora brought her hand back and began to giggle madly. Duncan wrapped in her in a hug from behind, which caused her to jump just as the older girl had done before.

"You're so mean," she chastised, turning around and swatting at her brother's arm.

Violet just shook her head as her brother slid into the seat next to her. "What are you two up to?" Klaus asked as he stole one of the books that were sitting in front of him.

"Studying," Isadora answered quickly.

"What were you studying?" Duncan asked, a smirk on his face as he sat down next to his own sister.

"Uh," she stuttered, looking around at the books.

"Socializing," Violet quickly lied for the both of them.

"I didn't know that was an offered class," Klaus said, turning and smirking at his sister.

"Regardless, what are you two doing in here? I thought that you'd be reading in your common room," Violet said, quickly changing the subject.

"Some of the homophobic students came in and started leering at us," Duncan said, wrinkling his nose playfully.

"Homophobic students?" Olivia asked, turning and walking to them from where she had been stacking books.

"Yeah, they bug us every time they see us," Duncan nodded, despite the blood rushing out of his face and him waving for his friend to stop. "Loudly and insultingly."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Can you tell me who they are? I may be able to help," Olivia said, her eyebrows knitted together with concern.

"Okay," Duncan nodded, moving over to the librarian as he began to talk to her about his and Klaus's bullies.

"You didn't tell me about this," Violet whispered, leaning over to her brother.

"I didn't think I needed to," he shook his head.

"Bullshit," she swore, hitting his arm. "How long has this been happening?"

"Since we got here?" he asked, trying to think back to the time that they had found out about his and Duncan's sexualities.

"It's been happening for three months?" Violet asked, her voice growing more and more angry and worried by the moment.

"I guess," he shrugged, flipping open the book and toying with a few of the pages.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me," she hissed.

"I didn't want to worry you," he mumbled back, looking sheepish.

"We're siblings, we're supposed to worry each other," she reasoned, grabbing hold of his shoulder and bringing him into a hug.

"If you're sure," he reasoned.

"I am," she nodded.

Soon after they had finished talking, Duncan returned back to the table. "Ms. Olivia says that she should be able to help us."

"That's good," Isadora smiled, picking up her pen and tapping it on her lips.

"So Duncan told you?" Violet asked, her eyebrows raised.

"Of course," the younger Quagmire triplet nodded, "we're siblings after all."

"See, I told you it would have been alright," Violet said, her eyes narrowing at her brother.

"Fine," Klaus said, rolling his eyes. "You were right after all."

"At least you can recognize that," the older of the two said proudly. "Now, I'm going to go pick up Sunny from daycare."

"Have fun with that," Klaus sighed, running a hand through his hair and leaning over the book on the table.

"Isa," Duncan whined, looking over to her. "Can I have my journal back?"

"Oh, yes, of course," she smiled, handing it back to her brother. The group of friends then quieted down, allowing the three of them to return to reading and writing.