Part Seven (SEVEN. SEVEN SEVEN SEVEN.) and I still don't own Glee or Dalton.

*Chustin*

Charlie made his way to Justin's room as usual, to finish up the mountain of homework they'd been assigned that week, and was thrown when he found the door locked. He hesitated, frowning, because if Justin knew Charlie was coming over – which he did – he always left the door unlocked. So why hadn't he? Charlie knocked, pulling his phone out to check for texts, even though he knew there weren't any.

When Justin finally opened the door, Charlie quickly realized something was wrong with his friend. Justin's eyes were red rimmed and he had tear tracks on his face. He let Charlie into the dorm and went back to sit on the bed, pulling his knees up to his chest and resting his forehead against them, clearly still very upset. Charlie slowly sat down next to him and put a hand on his shoulder, frowning.

"Justin? What's happened?"

"I..." Justin trailed off, trying to think how to explain. "My parents just called... they were asking me... if I had a girlfriend yet..."

Charlie considered the statement, puzzled. "Why are you so upset though... you've got two years to find someone yet..."

"Did I ever actually explain why I got sent here?" Justin asked quietly. Charlie shook his head.

"Wasn't it something to do with arson and a gun?"

"Not... entirely." Justin sat up, taking a deep breath. "I guess I should tell you or you'll... you wouldn't understand..."

"Justin, what?"

"Well... okay. It all... started... when I was eleven or twelve... I'd just started at a new school, and... well, some of the people I may friends with..." He stopped and sighed. "I'm making a mess of this, let me start again."

"Take your time." Charlie replied calmly. Justin nodded, and looked away, forcing himself to think it through rather than just babble.

"Okay. When I was eleven, I started at secondary school, and... well, at that school, you got... looked after by the older pupils. And, well, they guys that sort of adopted me weren't the nicest or the best behaved... and I wasn't very popular yet so I just went with them, and... I suppose I was a bit gullible... so I sort of ending up getting the blame for a few things, and my parents got me out of it but the guys still used me as a kind of distraction a lot and... well, at one point there was about... twelve of them, and they were all older and... God, I trusted them all... so I was getting in more and more trouble, so Mum and Dad told me to sort myself out and I just... rebelled, I guess, and I was doing stuff that was so much worse, like, arson, and stealing and..." He trailed off again, trying to catch his breath. Charlie let him talk, not wanting to interrupt.

"So... the thing that annoyed them was... well, my best friend was this one guy a bit closer to my age, Jack, he was like fifteen maybe, and he sort of... he didn't want me to get in trouble like that, and we... we were close anyway, and then... then one night, we were both at this party – because his parents knew mine – and someone gave me a drink, and then another and I suppose I was drunk... I didn't think I was at the time but I must have been, because... because oh God, I kissed him, Chaz!"

Charlie opened his mouth to reassure his friend, but found that he couldn't as he was suddenly very envious of this 'Jack', whoever he was, so he just nodded. Justin continued, his voice shaking a little.

"So, yeah, I... I was thirteen by then, and I was starting to... my parents were already saying 'find a girl' and I suddenly realized that... maybe I didn't... want... a girl..." He pulled away, shifting to hug his legs again. Charlie looked away, heart pounding. He still felt incredibly jealous, and he wasn't quite sure why. Justin was his friend, and he should not be envious of the fact he'd kissed someone, and he really shouldn't be this happy that Justin might – might – like boys.

"So..." Justin continued very quietly. Charlie looked back at him, fighting the urge to hug him as tightly as he could. "The worst thing is... that last time, when they found me with the gun... it was his gun, it was Jack's, and he set me up even though he told me he loved me... and I thought maybe I loved him back, that's why I was still involved. So when Mum and Dad asked why I did it... I told them... I told them the truth, Chaz, and they hated me for it... that's why they sent me here. I'm a disgrace and they didn't want me anywhere near Laura..."

"What!" Charlie gasped. Justin shrugged sadly.

"That's why they sent me here, as well as the whole... police thing. They could have just sent me to an English school but they didn't want me talking to him, not that I'd want to... and this is why the keep insisting I find a girl."

"They do know this is an all boy's school?"

"Yes... they said I should find a Dorby girl, because they're rich and stuff... nut the person I like isn't a Dorby girl... that's why they were shouting..."

"You like someone?" Charlie asked, trying to keep the hope out of his voice.

"Yes."

"Who?"

Justin was quiet for a few seconds, not meeting Chaz's gaze. "You."

"What!"

"I... it's you." Justin still wasn't looking at him, but Charlie could see his shoulders shaking. "Can you... go, please? I can't deal with you hating me right now."

"Justin, I don't-" he began quickly, but Justin shook his head.

"Please, Chaz? Just... leave." The Hanover turned his back properly. Charlie hesitated, then walked over to the door, turning back at the last minute.

"I'll... see you later then, I guess."

"If you want."

Charlie left, walking back to Windsor as quickly as he could and hiding in his room.

Why do I feel like this?

I should tell him.