Summary: In which Yuri Plisetsky finally knows everything the audience does, and hates it.

"I can explain!"

Yuri wheels around to face the door, his eyes still wide and head reeling. Is he having a stroke? Maybe he's having a stroke.

"I can- It's not what you-"

"Shut up," he hisses, hands snapping up to massage his temples. What the fuck. What the actual-

Puzzle pieces start slotting into place. Convenient disappearances, Yuuri's calm in dangerous situations, all kinds of little clues. How could he have missed it? How could he…

His train of thought comes to a dead stop, completely derailed by the brightly-colored poster on the back of Yuuri's door. It's Victor, costume glittering, long silver hair catching the light as he sweeps across the ice. Oh fuck. Oh, fuck. This is so much more messed up than either of them know.

"He- You-" Yuri scrubs his hands over his face and lets out a strangled noise. "And you're him! And you- with Victor-"

"Yuri," the voice coming from behind him is soft and pleading. "Please, I'm begging you not to tell anyone. If the public found out…"

Yuri turns around slowly, but closes his eyes when he's confronted with Yuuri's distraught face. He can't even look at him. "Just be quiet," he grinds out, pinching the bridge of his nose and wishing fervently that he'd just gone out for noodles. He has enough secrets without adding this one to the stack.

He takes a deep breath and opens his eyes. "You kissed Victor."

Yuuri flushes bright red. Now it's his turn to avoid eye contact. "You, um. Already know about that?"

"There were like eight news vans outside. It's not exactly a national secret." Not that Yuri needs to wait around for the evening press release.

They regard each other for a moment in uncomfortable silence.

Finally, Yuuri opens his mouth. "I am so-"

"Do not. Say. Anything." Yuri is pointing a trembling finger at him. At Yuuri. At fucking Eros. "This is so fucked up. You don't even- I can't talk about this. You have to tell him."

"No!" Yuuri looks horrified. "God Yuri, no, I could never! He'd be so-" His breath hitches, and Yuri realizes with a sense of dawning horror that he's on the verge of tears. "He'd be so disappointed."

Yuri thinks back to all his conversations with Victor about the quiet Japanese man who works at his family's onsen. His admiration and respect and burning curiosity. His sorrow at the way they never seem able to really talk in his civilian persona.

"Trust me," he says, teeth grinding in frustration, "He wouldn't."

"He thinks I'm some kind of clumsy idiot."

"You are some kind of clumsy idiot."

"I know, but-"

"Just," Yuri cuts him off, "Just tell him. Come clean."

Yuuri shakes his head hard, lowering his gaze to the floor. His shoulders are shaking. Yuri tries very hard not to scream. Succeeds, barely.

"Please," Yuuri says again, his voice soft and trembling. "Please, keep my secret. I'm begging you."

A strangled sound, like a broken garbage disposal, escapes Yuri's throat. For a moment he considers just dragging Yuuri downstairs and flinging him at Victor's feet, but he manages to quell the impulse.

"…Fine."

Yuuri's head shoots up, and the wetness on his cheeks is like a slap to the face for Yuri. "Really?"

"Yeah. Whatever. It's none of my business anyway."

"Thank you!" Yuuri jumps to his feet and for a moment Yuri worries he's about to be hugged, but the older man holds himself in check. "Thank you. I really- I'm so grateful Yuri, I-"

Yuri flings his hands up in front of him as though he can physically stop the onslaught of gratitude. "Shut up! Shut up, I don't care! Today never happened." He turns around and yanks the door open, desperate for an avenue of escape.

"Yuri?"

He freezes in the doorway, casting a narrow-eyed look over his shoulder.

"You're a good friend."

Yuri's answer is unintelligible, even to himself. He steps out into the hall and tugs the door closed behind him, then leans against it just to be sure it's really latched this time. He stays like that for a long moment, staring up at the hallway ceiling.

So. Yuuri has a crush on Victor, but Victor is Snowcap. And Snowcap has a crush on Eros, but Eros is Yuuri. And neither of them know. But Yuri knows. Yuri knows everything. And he's been sworn to secrecy by both sides.

…Fuck.

A/N: A huge thank you to Sachiel Angelo, drkm2000, KH freak 813, TheLostPevensie, Fashioningcosplay, The Blood Cloak, slambiel, Sea and Chaos, animelove22, and my three Guests for your wonderful reviews! Usually I would respond individually, but today there are so many of you I'm overwhelmed in the best possible way. As always, if you have any questions that won't spoil the story or aren't answered in the next chapter I'd be happy to answer them here in the notes!