I'm going to be honest with you people. I'm not all that jazzed about this fic. I like it, but it's very slow writing it. I'll add new chapters as they are done, so go ahead and follow it if you like, but don't get sad if it's a while between updates.

Don't own, don't profit.

(Break)

A few weeks later Victor came upon Logan in the hall.

"Hey, Logan?"

"Yeah?" Victor slid closer to him and dropped his voice.

"I've got a couple hours to kill before my next class, want to have some fun?" Logan glanced at his watch and shook his head.

"Sorry, kid, I can't. I've got a date and I'm running late as it is. Kurt's not busy though, I think he's in his room." Victor sighed.

"Ok. Good luck on your date." Logan was already walking away, waving in acknowledgement. Victor shook his head and made his way to Kurt's room to find the blue man dozing on his bed. Victor looked around to verify that the hallway was empty, then crept into the room and softly shut and locked the door. He eased himself into bed beside Kurt, and gently slid his hand under the pushed-up shirt. Kurt snapped awake, porting to the corner of his room and brandishing a short sword. When he saw it was Victor he straightened.

"Victor. I could have killed you. Why did you wake me like that?" Victor shrugged.

"Seemed like a good idea at the time." He patted the bed beside him. "Come back and I'll make it up to you." Kurt sighed again and flopped down beside him.

(Break)

Afterward, Victor poked Kurt and scowled at him.

"I thought we were past the whole treating me like I'm going to break thing. What gives?" Kurt shrugged.

"Sorry. I was distracted."

"Are you letting Scott get in your head?" Kurt rolled onto his side to look at Victor, all disheveled and flushed from their activities a few minutes ago.

"He does have a point. I was your teacher four years ago." Victor rolled his eyes before mirroring Kurt's position and running a hand up the soft fur on his side.

"You WERE my teacher. Now we're colleagues. I'm not a kid anymore. I also don't have any illusions about this. I'm not getting attached, I'm not falling in love. It's just sex."

"That's not the point Victor." Kurt rolled onto his stomach and buried his face in his hands. "I was your teacher, thus I sometimes still see you as a student. You've got students. How would you feel if in a few years one of them came on to you?" Victor shrugged.

"Depends on who it is, how old he is and if he's matured enough. You and I both know that I don't act my age." Kurt lifted his head up and looked over at Victor.

"You picked me up at a gay club. How you got in I will never know." Victor rolled to lay beside Kurt, pressing their sides together.

"See? I was at a club, which proves I'm not your typical twenty year old." Kurt sighed.

"I'm done talking about this. All you should be concerned with is that I haven't kicked you out of my bed, not even when you came barging in here at 3am when I had a class at 6." Victor smiled for a minute before it fell.

"Logan has a date today. Did you know?" Kurt flopped over onto his side and pulled Victor to him.

"He said he was busy today when I asked him about working on my car yesterday. What's it matter?"

"I dunno. He's been acting kind of weird lately."

"I haven't noticed it. Maybe you're imagining things." Victor looked at the clock and groaned.

"I don't know, but I have to go. My next class starts in 15 minutes. See you tonight?" Kurt thought for a moment then nodded and Victor grinned before rolling out of bed to dress.

(Break)

Logan glanced at his watch and motioned for another beer. The bartender nodded before digging one out and bringing it over to him.

"Rough day, pal?" Logan took the beer with a nod of thanks.

"You could say that. Had to escape the circus for a while." The man laughed as he walked away to tend to another customer.

Logan tilted his chair back and idly watched the game playing on the old tv in the corner. He had lied to Victor about the date and Kurt about being busy. He wasn't sure why but he just hadn't felt like seeing either of them. Scott's words hadn't affected him and he enjoyed their bedroom activities, but lately something had been bothering him. He let his mind drift as the game gave way to commercials.

Four beers and half a game later, it came to him. He had grown up in a time where homosexuality was a horrible crime punishable by death. Subconsciously, he was trying to distance himself from Kurt and Victor so he wasn't seen as gay and lynched. He slapped his forehead, earning a few odd looks, drained his beer and left the bar, tossing a few bills on the bar for a tip on his way out.