Johnny was gone for an hour or so just wondering around campus. It was too late to do anything around the quad and the buses had already stopped running.

Eventually he headed back to the ROR house but his mind was still cluttered with problems. He could have gone up to see Chet but he found himself sitting at the kitchen table in the dark until two in the morning with six empty beer cans in front of him and one untouched.

The light flashed on and Johnny squeezed his eyes shut in pain.

"Holy shit!" Reggie clutched his chest, breathing heavily. "You scared the hell out of me, man!"

Johnny blinked his eyes open slowly, adjusting to the bright light. "What are you doing awake?"

"I could ask you the same thing." Reggie went to the fridge. He kept looking back to Johnny with an amount of curiosity and annoyance. "Chip says that something is wrong with Chet. You know what it is yet?"

Johnny shrugged and stared at the unopened beer can on the table while Reggie dug up something to eat and brought it over, sitting across from him.

"You look like shit. Have you been drinking all night?"

Johnny pushed the beer can away and stood up, rubbing his hands over his face to keep awake. "Too much on my mind." He went over to the sink and leaned against it.

Reggie gnawed on a piece of meat but stopped short. "There's been...talk." He said with his mouth full.

"What kind of talk?"

"Well, you've been pretty out of it lately." Reggie put the meat down and wiped his hand across his mouth. "I know the Scare Games are a big deal but—"

"They are a big deal." Johnny cut in. "I'm not worried about it though. It's us against Oozma Kappa. Easy win. You're not worried, are you?"

"No, no, of course not. I was just wondering if it's the Scare Games that's got you so uptight lately or...something else."

Johnny narrowed his eyes at Reggie, too, tired to try and guess which one of his problems Reggie was hinting at.

"What's with you and Eric Kelmor?" Reggie finally asked.

"That's none of your business."

"Okay, then what about Chet?"

Johnny stood straighter and glowered. "That's none of your business either."

Reggie gave Johnny a look then stood up as well, not reaching Johnny's height but matching his scowl. "He's been crying most of the night."

Johnny held the staring contest for a good ten seconds before he gave in and leaned back against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. "It's personal."

Reggie relaxed his jaw and eased off but he was still annoyed that he didn't know what was going on. "Is he gonna be okay?"

"Yeah."

"Is there something going on between you two?"

Johnny kept his mouth shut, scowling again.

Reggie rolled his eyes and went back to the table, sitting down. "Forget I asked. You should get some sleep though. The final event is tomorrow night and you don't want to show up looking like hell."

Johnny grumbled incoherent words toward Reggie's comment about how he looked and he grabbed the beer off the table, leaving Reggie to eat in peace.

He went upstairs and headed down the hall to his bedroom door, stumbling just once or twice. He had hoped that he would have caught Chet sleeping but he saw the light from his bedroom peeking out from under his door and heard soft murmurs coming from inside.

When he opened the door, he saw Chet lying in his nest with Randall. Both of them looked to the door and both of them quickly looked away again when they saw who it was; Randall out of fear and Chet out of renewed anger.

Johnny stepped aside, leaning against the door and slurred. "Out."

Randall crawled off the bed and wrung his hands as he walked by Johnny. "Sorry, he just needed some company."

Johnny shut the door, locking Randall out and turned to Chet who was still scowling at a spot on the wall.

"What was he doing in here?"

Chet crossed his arms over his chest.

"You may be in here nesting or whatever the fuck—but this is still my room." he set his beer can on the nightstand and turned on the desk lamp for a softer light before heading back over to his light switch and turning off the main source of his pain right now.

"Well, then maybe I'll just leave and go back to my room."

"You're not taking my pillows with you." Johnny stood at the edge of the bed, waiting for some approval to join Chet. It was his room, his bed, why did he need to wait for approval?

Chet finally glared at Johnny and curled up. "Why are you drunk? You never go out and get drunk like this."

"I do sometimes. Move over." Johnny ordered.

Chet rolled over, facing the other way but giving Johnny room to get into bed.

Johnny wasn't sure if this was a good thing or not but got into bed and tucked a pillow under his head to get comfortable. "Why was Randall in here?" He asked again.

"We were just talking."

"About what?"

"It's my problem. I can tell him whatever I want." Chet snapped.

Johnny pulled on Chet's sweater sleeve (or, in actuality, one of his ROR sweater's sleeve) and he turned Chet around to face him. "He knows about us?"

"What do you mean 'us'? Because according to you, there is no us." Chet pulled his arm out of Johnny's grip but he laid on his back so he could keep Johnny in his line of sight.

"You caught me off guard before, Chet. What did you expect me to say? That I'm in love with you and I hope your pregnant?"

Chet shook his head as his eye filled up with tears. He draped his arm across his eye so Johnny wouldn't see him cry this time. "Yes.." His voice was stuffy.

Johnny rested his hand onto Chet's stomach which made Chet flinch and quickly lower his arms down to move Johnny's hand away.

"If you were pregnant, I wouldn't want to hurt it." He mumbled, offended that Chet seemed not to trust him.

"You don't even think I'm pregnant so there's nothing for you to hurt."

"Alright, fine." Johnny sat up and rubbed his temples. "We'll talk about the 'ifs'. That's what you want to hear, right? You want to play this 'what if' game with me and you're upset that I wont play along, well, I'm playing now. What if your pregnant." He was angry with Chet and it showed in his tone of voice but he tried to answer with as much honesty as he could in a 'what if' game.

"But it's not a game—"

Johnny raised up his hand, cutting Chet off. "If you were pregnant then our lives would be a living hell for awhile while I adjusted to the fact that I'm jumping off the path to success and into the path toward fatherhood. I would be scared, I would regret a lot and I would hate the child.

Chet gasped then began to cry, not even caring that Johnny was looking at him.

"Just let me finish, Chet, this is a game after all." Johnny's tone was softer as he laid back down beside Chet, looking at him sympathetically. "After I got over the fact that my life is doing a complete 180, I'll allow myself to see things more positively. I would stay with you most of the time and things would more than likely click between us." He brushed his fingers against Chet's cheek. "I know that I want to love you, Chet, so I know that I can if I just allowed myself too. And if there was a baby then I would allow myself too."

"Only if there was a baby?"

Johnny watched his fingers comb back through Chet's hair. "No, not only then."

"But you would always hate the baby?" Chet looked down at his stomach.

"Probably just until it was born. I hear dads go through something when they hold their babies for the first time. I'm not heartless, Chet. I'm just scared."

"If you're trying to make me feel better, it's not working."

Johnny pressed his lips against Chet's temple and stayed there for a moment with his nose buried in Chet's hair. "...Have you been using my shampoo?"

Chet shrugged. "Just once."

"Don't."

Chet scowled and pulled away from Johnny but Johnny pulled him back. "I like it when you use your Berry Scream shampoo."

"You said you hated it and that I should try something more manly."

"It's been five months since I've said that, Chet. Don't start changing it when I start to like it." Johnny smiled trying to lighten the heavy emotions in the room but it didn't seem to be working so it continued. "Randall knows about us then."

"He knows we fuck. That's all. I told him there isn't anything more to it than that."

"Yeah but I'll bet he'll tell the others."

Chet shrugged and continued to look down at his stomach.

"Reggie asked if there was something going on between us. I didn't say anything so he probably knows too." Johnny reached down again to touch Chet's stomach. Chet seemed more fascinated in what could be inside there than what Johnny was trying to say. "Guess it doesn't matter now. They'll end up putting the pieces together."

"What are you getting at?" Chet finally murmured, wanting the point to be made already.

"I'm just saying that, if you want to, we can tell them all." Johnny rubbed Chet's stomach.

A blush spread across Chet's face as he watched Johnny rub his stomach.

Johnny continued. "The ROR has more important things to wonder about than if we're an item or not. So we should just go out and tell them. That way they can get back to their school work and..." He stopped rubbing Chet's stomach but Chet poked his hand and he started up again. "And that would make you happy right?"

"Would that make you happy?"

Johnny didn't think it would but he hoped it would. It had to feel a lot better than how he felt right now. "Yeah."

Chet looked up to Johnny's eyes, searching them to find a hint of doubt. He must not have found any because he gave Johnny a big smile and he kissed him on the lips. "Okay, we'll tell them all at lunch."

Johnny smiled back softly and kissed Chet again. "Sounds good."

"Hey," Chet pulled back and raised an eyebrow. "This isn't the beer talking right? I don't want you to forget about this or change your mind when you wake up."

"No, it's not the beer talking." His slurring wasn't very convincing but Chet accepted Johnny's words as true and he snuggled up close.

"We're still going to see the doctor about the baby. I want to know as soon as possible. If I am then that'll be fine...right?"

"Mmhm," Johnny closed his eyes, not wanting to think about the possibilities of pregnancy.

"And if I'm not then..." Chet let the sentence die with a sombre tone and Johnny wasn't sure if he ever finished it before he fell asleep.