A/N: Please see extended author's note at the end.

I don't own Glee or United States of Tara


"We…are so late…unggghh."

Jeff could barely get the words out. He was having a hard time concentrating with Nick's mouth wrapped tightly around his cock. Nick bobbed his head a few more times before pulling off with a wet smack.

"You want me to stop?" he panted, looking up at Jeff. Nick was on his knees in front of him. They were both in their Dalton uniforms, although currently, Jeff's pants were pooled around his ankles. Jeff had arrived at Nick and Kurt's room fifteen minutes earlier to walk Nick to class, but things didn't really go as planned. Not that Jeff minded one bit.

"God, no," Jeff frowned, looking down at Nick, his hands still clenched in Nick's hair. Nick shot him a sly grin before getting back to work.

Class be damned, Jeff thought to himself as he closed his eyes and threw his head back, concentrating all of his focus on how good Nick's mouth felt around him. If they gave out awards for the best blow jobs, Nick would have to build a trophy room. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that they would have at least a few Saturday morning detentions if they were late to homeroom again, since it would be the third tardy since school started less than a month ago. Jeff and Nick got distracted quite a bit in the mornings.

A few minutes later, Jeff was coming hard in Nick's mouth, while Nick continued to work him through his orgasm. As hard as it was to keep standing, Jeff groaned and reached down to pull up his pants and then helped Nick to his feet.

"You're amazing," he breathed, leaning in to give Nick a deep kiss. There was something sexy about tasting himself in Nick's mouth and Nick was happy to oblige.

"We need to get to class," Nick said after pulling away and resting on Jeff's cheek. Jeff could feel his smile against him.

"Whatever," Jeff answered flippantly. "We're already screwed."

As they continued to make out, Jeff was contemplating returning the favor when he caught something in the window out of the corner of his eye. He pulled away from Nick and walked over to the window to get a closer look.

"What is it?" Nick asked, walking up behind him.

"It's Kurt," Jeff answered, confused.

"Or not," Nick added.

It was definitely Kurt's body storming across the courtyard away from Sebastian's dorm and toward the academic quad. But he was stripped down to his undershirt and uniform pants and his hands were balled up as if he was about to punch someone.

"Yeah, I'm thinking not," Jeff agreed. "Let's go find out."

Both boys rushed to the door, leaving their bags behind them. The day was shot now anyhow, and if the look on their friend's face was any indication of what he was planning, intervening was much more important than going to class anyway.

As they rushed down the stairs and out of the side entrance of their dorm, they spotted Kurt about a hundred yards away, making quick work of getting across campus.

"Kurt!" Nick called out, but he didn't turn around or even slow down. With a quick glance at each other, the two boys took off toward their friend. They'd have to be quick if they wanted to avoid making a scene, and Kurt was nearly at the inner courtyard of the academic quad, and homeroom would be letting out at any moment.

Jeff and Nick quickly caught up with him, their fast sprint easily outpacing Kurt's determined stalk, and they surrounded him on either side.

"Kurt?" Nick tried again, even though he knew it wasn't Kurt. He wasn't sure how else to figure out exactly who he was talking to.

"Name's Conrad, Duval," he snarled. "Get it right."

Nick looked over his shoulder at Jeff. They both felt a mixture of relief and fear. Relief because now they knew who they were dealing with, and fear because they were dealing with Conrad.

"Right, Conrad," Jeff piped in. "Where you headed, dude?"

"Just got some unfinished business to take care of is all," Conrad answered, sounding annoyed.

"Look, if this has to do with Sebastian—"

Jeff stopped himself when Conrad whirled around to him and got up in his face.

"What do you know about it?" he growled. If Jeff had to guess, he would say that he was one wrong answer away from getting punched in the jaw.

"Nothing," Jeff answered quickly, putting his hands up to his chest in self-defense. "The guy's a dick, I just figured that if you're angry with someone, there's a good chance it's him."

Conrad backed off a bit and Jeff let out a small sight of relief.

"Yeah, well, he messed with the wrong guy and I'm going to make sure he isn't able to do it again, I can tell you that much. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got somewhere I need to be."

As he stalked off again, Jeff looked at Nick helplessly.

"W-wait!" Nick called out hesitantly. Conrad stopped, but didn't turn around.

"What about Kurt?" Nick continued, not really sure what he was going to say next, but encouraged by the fact that for the moment, Conrad was distracted enough to stop. "He's going to get in a lot of trouble if you hurt Sebastian."

"Yeah," Jeff added, as Conrad finally started to turn around to face them. "It's his senior year, man. His second one, really. If you screw up this one, he doesn't get another chance."

Nick and Jeff watched as a strange look fell over Conrad's face. It looked like he was about to pass out, and fearing that he would, they both rushed to either side of him, grabbing his elbows.

"Conrad?" Nick asked tentatively. The boy's head bowed now, and Nick and Jeff felt a bit of his weight transfer to where they held him.

"Hey! Snap out of it!" Jeff yelled, feeling slightly panicky. The last thing they needed was to have him pass out in the middle of the yard. The giant clock on the front of the Science and Math building indicated that homeroom would be letting out in three minutes.

Finally, he lifted his head and regained his posture, shrugging gently out of Nick and Jeff's grasps. With bright eyes, he looked to either side of him and smiled softly.

"Well, excuse me, gentleman," he spoke with a light, airy voice. "Forgive my manners, but who are you?"

This was not Conrad. And if Jeff had to guess, it was Gina. They'd never met her, but they'd heard enough to figure out that this was probably who they were meeting now.

"I'm Jeff, and this is Nick," Jeff answered. Nick offered a small, confused wave when she looked in his direction.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Gina," she spoke, offering her hand in a way that suggested that she expected Jeff to lift it to his mouth and kiss it. There was no way Jeff was going to do that in the middle of campus, so he simply grabbed it briefly and squeezed.

"The, uh, the pleasure is ours," Jeff answered, the gears in his brain moving quickly as he tried to figure out where to go from here. "Listen, can we escort you back to Kurt's room? We, um, have to….um…."

"Don't worry, dear," Gina answered, patting him lightly on the arm. "I know what Conrad was planning to do. Why do you think I stepped in?"

"Right," Jeff said, his face growing red for some strange reason. The whole situation was beyond bizarre. "Let's get going then."

They began to walk away, getting out of the courtyard just in the nick of time. Nick and Jeff both sighed audibly in relief as they heard the bell sound, knowing they were far enough away now to keep from drawing any suspicion.

"You boys and your aggression," Gina tsk'd, shaking her head good-naturedly, as if one teenager setting off to murder another was just a case of 'boys will be boys.' "What ever happened to sitting down with a cup of tea and a slice of chocolate cake and just talking things out?"

"Cake sounds good," Nick answered earnestly and Jeff couldn't help but let out a snicker.

"Well I suppose I could make a cake. I just need a few ingredients, but I'm sure your dorm mother has the kitchen well-stocked…"

Jeff let Gina's voice fade in the background of his mind as he tried to think through what their next course of action should be. Of course, dealing with Gina was highly preferable than trying to reign in Conrad, but it still didn't solve the problem. Kurt was transitioning again and one of his alters was hell bent on killing Sebastian. Not to mention the fact that Blaine was probably sitting in class at this very moment, completely clueless to the chaos around him.

They needed Kurt back. And as good as homemade chocolate cake sounded, Jeff would rather lose Gina in favor of Kurt so that they could figure out exactly what needed to be done before someone got hurt.


Author's note: Hey guys, thanks for reading as always. I wanted to let you know that I'm taking a break from writing. I don't know how long, it could be a week, but it could be longer and I thought it was fair that I warned you. I've got a lot going on right now and I guess the best way to put it is that life is giving me more than I can handle and because of that, I'm not really in the right frame of mind to be able to write well. So rather than post mediocre chapters out of a feeling of obligation, I'm stepping away for a while until life gets more manageable.

Thanks for understanding, and I apologize in advance if it takes me a while to get my shit together. I will be back, I promise.

-cc16