A/N: Hi, guys! Real quick before we start, this is going to be a doozy of a chapter. But in the best way, I promise.

Nowhere better than the host club after hours. Just my best friend, my boys, and me. All was the way it should be. Even with Honey and Mori here. I'm so glad they still hang around the host club. I wish Kyoya and I could do that after we graduate, but we'll be in a different country. And I really couldn't wait.

"So, guys," Haruhi asked, "What did you do over break?"

"I sprained my ankle," Hikaru stretched his leg out, showing off the ace bandage wrapped around his foot.

"What happened?" I turned into the worried mom friend.

"We went skiing in the Alps," Kaoru spun the tale, "Someone thought he could go on black diamond slopes. Someone thought he'd show off. Where did that land you again, Hikaru?"

"Yeah, yeah," Hikaru grumbled, "I get it. You didn't give me enough crap at the hospital?"

"You nearly gave Mom a heart attack!" Kaoru scolded his brother, "You were too looped up on painkillers to make that phone call! I had to be the one to take that bullet!"

"Poor Yuzuha," I empathized, "How does it feel now, Hikaru?"

"I'm still walking, aren't I?" Hikaru seemed to be in high spirits, "I'm alright now."

"Good," I smiled, "Other than your ankle mishap?"

"It was a great trip," Kaoru reported, "You should see it, Lana. Switzerland is a very pretty country."

"You want a pretty country?" Honey chimed in, "You should've been in Dubai with us, Lana-chan!"

"How was Dubai, honey?" I asked.

"Amazing!" he sang.

"Mitsukuni..." Mori gave him a look, "You don't remember much of Dubai, do you?"

"What do you mean, Takashi?" Honey wondered, "Of course I do. I was there."

"No, you don't," Mori assured, "Do you not remember the back alley of that marketplace?"

"What back alley?"

"What happened, Mori-senpai?" Haruhi was just as curious as the rest of us.

"You're lucky to be alive," Mori began, "You thought you found a bakery, but you got lost and ended up in an opium den. When I found you again, you were hardly coherent."

"Wait a second," Hikaru stopped him.

"Honey-senpai was high?" Kaoru gasped.

"And we missed it?" the twins whined together.

"I was...?" Honey's eyes started welling up.

"You slept it off," Mori went on, "But you must have suppressed the crash."

"I don't remember any of that," Honey thought.

"But you're ok now, Honey," I pulled him into my lap, offering what little comfort I could, "And that's all that matters."

"I guess that's good," he laid his head on my shoulder. I think it's time for little hosts to take their regularly scheduled afternoon nap, "What about you, Haru-chan? What did you do over break?"

"I'm glad you asked, Honey-senpai," Tamaki answered for her, "Our trip was a beautiful thing."

"You tried to get me to sign a marriage certificate, Senpai," Haruhi chastised.

"Excuse me?" my heart stopped. Those two got married, yet I was asking her about how to deal with Ranka?

"He took advantage of my ignorance," she glared at her boyfriend, "I don't know much for French, so someone thought it'd be a good idea to get me to sign a marriage certificate. You said it was a sales receipt."

"I said I was sorry," Tamaki defended, "We were in Paris! I thought it was romantic."

"Nothing says romance like tricking someone into lifelong commitment," Haruhi grumbled, "I don't know why I'm forgiving you, but I do."

"Because you love me," Tamaki squeezed her tight, "Right, Haruhi...?"

"Debatable," she may have wanted to kill him most of the time, but deep down, I'm almost sure there's something in Haruhi that still loves Tamaki. Despite his shenanigans, "What about you, Lana? Did everything with my dad work out?"

"Eventually," I nodded.

"Ranka is an overbearing creature," Kyoya agreed, "But he means well."

"Where did you two go?" Hikaru and Kaoru asked.

"Like you don't know," I scoffed, "I saw you all on my Twitter feed. I could've tweeted that I sneezed and you'd all have likes and retweets on it."

"Then stop having an interesting Twitter feed."'

Ring, ring!

"Hush," I shoved my finger in their faces as my phone buzzed on my lap. A picture I didn't remember taking from New Year's brightened my screen. And my day, "Hello?"

"Hi there, sweetheart!" my sister's husky voice took a brighter tone.

"Hey, Rhi," I spoke softly as to not spook the fragile ecosystem of the host club.

"Hi, Rhiannon!" But no such luck.

"Good!" Rhiannon sang, "You're not by yourself."

"What's up?" I put her on speaker, "And behave yourself. Everyone can hear you."

"I have some wonderful news," she announced, "Elliot, you know him, you love him."

"Yeah..."

"He left me."

"Excuse me?" I thought I was going to throw up. There's no way that's the good news. Elliot is too much of a good dude to up and leave Rhiannon like that and she was in too high of spirits. Kyoya steadied my shaking hands.

"Yeah," Rhiannon went on, "He's on his way back to London to take care of some stuff. He's going to be gone for a month or so. But!"

"Thank God," I sighed out, "There's a but."

"Are you kidding?" she giggled, "Elliot's not leaving me forever. You know, he did the sweetest thing the other day."

"Do tell, Rhi."

"My jeans weren't fitting," Rhiannon told, "And my hormones are freakin' ridiculous. When I got home from work, my feet were killing me and I was tired as balls. Elliot got me a big container of chicken alfredo and the Notebook. Isn't he the sweetest?"

"What a peach." Exactly as I told him, "But? You said there was a but."

"But," she got a little more excited, "In that month, I'm going to be gone, too. Maka's going to stay with Uncle Carlos for a while."

"Where are you going?" I wondered.

"I got a call from Yoshi a week ago," I could hear a smile in Rhiannon's voice, "Guess who he misses?"

"You?"

"Me!"

"Does this mean you're coming back to Japan, Rhi-chan?" Honey asked, his eyes full of sparkle.

"That's right, sweetie," Rhiannon squealed, "I'm coming back to Tokyo! Yay!"

"Awesome!" I beamed, "When?"

"I'm actually on my way to the airport now," I could hear her apartment door shut in the background and the jingle of Maka's leash in her hand, "I have to drop Maka off with Carlos and then, I'll get on my flight. I should be on your doorstep in a couple days. That is ok with you, isn't it?"

"Of course it is!" I assured, "Like I'm going to turn you away, Rhiannon. We live in two different countries and you're my favorite person in the world. No offense, Kyoya."

"None taken," Kyoya let it slide, "I understand."

"Sorry, Kyoya," Rhiannon apologized, "If it makes you feel any better, I'll name the baby after you."

"Don't," he shot her down, "You don't have to do that."

"Awesome," she heaved a sigh of relief, "I think Elliot would probably kill me. As much as it's been a delight talking to all of you, I have to go."

"Go ahead, Rhi," I allowed, "I'll see you when you get here."

"Sure will, sweetie."

"Love you!"

"Love you, too!"

Click.

"Well!" I chirped, "That's a pleasant surprise. I didn't think Rhiannon would be ok to fly still."

"Why not?" the twins gave me a look.

"Did you not hear what she said?" Kyoya asked, "She threatened to name her baby after me."

"I thought that was a joke!" Hikaru gasped.

"Me, too!" Kaoru agreed, "Rhiannon's pregnant?"

"About four months," I did the math in my head, "So, when she gets here and she's a bit on the large side, don't say anything. She's kind of sensitive about her weight. And there's no telling what'll set her off these days."

"Got it!"

"Wonderful," I put Honey back on the floor and got up, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I got a date."

"A date?" Tamaki's ears perked up, "Does that mean you're going, too, Kyoya?"

"No," Kyoya gave me a quick kiss, "She's a big girl. Lana can go on dates by herself."

"Are you giving polyamory a shot?" Hikaru asked.

"No."

"Does it make it any better that the date is with his older brother?" I wondered, "And that his older brother is married?"

"What?!" I thought Tamaki was going to have a coronary.

"Lana," Haruhi worried, "Are you ok?"

"Looks like we've found Lana's kink," the twins added.

"What's a kink?" Honey asked.

"Settle down, everyone," I rolled my eyes, "I have doctor's appointment and Yuuichi's my doctor. I didn't realize it'd make you guys freak that much that I'd call it a date."

"Oh," Tamaki collapsed into Haruhi's lap, "Don't scare me like that, Lana!"

"Sorry," I grabbed my bag and one last kiss from Kyoya, "I love you."

"Love you, too," Kyoya reciprocated the sentiment, "Am I coming over tonight?"

"We'll see." And just like that, I left my friends behind to see my doctor. It made things easier to call appointments with Yuuichi dates instead of appointments. They never felt like going to see my doctor. And that's why he was my doctor. When I got to his office, I overheard Yuuichi talking with another man. Another patient, maybe?

"And you've been checking on Kyoya as well?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," Yuuichi said, "He seems to be in a good place."

Walk away, Lana. You know you probably shouldn't be listening...But curiosity gets the best of me.

"Something about him seems different," the other man thought, "He's not as focused. And he's being secretive. I asked him what hospital he wanted to do his residency at and he wouldn't give me a straight answer. He said he was shopping around. And did you know he took two flights to London within the span of three weeks out of the blue? Kyoya rarely travels spontaneously like that. There's something off."

"I'll look into it," Yuuichi promised, "I have a patient coming soon."

"We can't have him going back into the hospital, Yuuichi," he demanded, "Do you know what kind of PR nightmare that would be if that were to leak into the public?"

I heard footsteps toward the door and immediately, I sat down in the chairs outside Yuuichi's office. The man came out, his eyes darting toward me. This guy could probably kill a man with a mere glance. I twiddled my thumbs, tapped my foot, and did everything in my power to not go into panic mode. Everything's fine, Lana. Forget everything you just heard. Focus on a spot on the wall. Keep rhythm in your thumbs. Everything's fine...

Once the man turned the corner, I had brought myself down enough to go into Yuuichi's office. I found him with his head in his hands and his elbows on his desk. Poor thing looked exhausted, "I can come back if this is a bad time."

"Lana," Yuuichi's face lit up again, "No. You couldn't have come at a better time."

"Is it me," I wondered, "or did it just drop ten degrees in here?"

"He has that effect on people," he pulled himself together, "He's a great man, though. He really is."

"Is he a patient of yours?" I asked, pulling up a chair.

"He's my father," Yuuichi clarified.

"Oh…" If his demeanor didn't nearly through me into a panic attack, that little fact would.

"It's alright, Lana," he took my hand, "It's just you and me now."

"Ok," I came down before I could spiral. That's nice.

"By the way," Yuuichi smirked, very reminiscent of his younger brother, "I got something in the mail the other day."

"Did you?" That brought a smile to my face, "And what's that?"

He opened the top drawer of his desk and pulled out a postcard, tossing it on the desktop, "I missed you, too…"

"You told me you'd be disappointed," I giggled.

"My wife thought I was cheating on her," Yuuichi mirrored me, "We were at home and she came in my office all pissed. She started asking me questions about some girl I had in Karuizawa. Of course, I had no clue who she was talking about until she said Lana. I honestly didn't think you'd do it."

"Of course I did."

"So?" he asked, "You doing ok?"

"Yeah," I nodded, "I'm fine."

"Any breakdowns in Karuizawa?"

I debated whether or not to tell Yuuichi about my reoccurring dreams of his younger brother proposing to me. No. Those are something for me to keep to myself. Besides, I'm sure Kyoya could think of a much better way to propose to me than the visions in my head, "None. It was a good trip."

"Lana," Yuuichi took a more serious tone, "You do know I'm going to be fact checking this, right?"

"I kind of figured," I grumbled a bit, "But there's no need to. I promise. Overall, it was a good trip. I didn't have any incidents. Everything's fine."

My doctor looked me over once more, "Alright. Go on then."

"That's it?" I wondered, completely underwhelmed.

"You'd know better than me," Yuuichi pointed out, "I trust you to tell me when things are good and when they're not. If you say you're good and you feel good, you're good."

"Oh," I shrugged, picking my bag up from the floor, "Ok. When do you want to see me next?"

"Let's see," he thumbed through his appointment book, "How about a couple weeks before graduation?"

"I can do that," I got up, "I'll see you later, Yuuichi."

"See you."

I left Yuuichi's office with a strange weight off my shoulders. I did feel oddly good. Don't get me wrong. The dread hanging over my head was still there. Just a little higher over my head than usual. I took a walk to clear my head all the way back home. My mailbox had been pushed slightly open. Looks like the mail's gone through. Without thinking about it, I grabbed the bigger envelope and went inside. Home sweet home.

I tossed the mail on the kitchen table and turned my kettle on. Today's been a long day and all I wanted was a cup of tea and to read my mail. However, the big envelope threw me for a loop…and my stomach in a knot. I sent an essay to Columbia University back in November to keep my options open if NYU fell through. This was a longshot anyway. Why the hell would they be sending me anything?

It's probably just another rejection letter. Just like NYU. Only NYU didn't have near the acceptance rate Columbia had. Getting into Columbia was nearly impossible. Ivy league usually worked that way. Slowly, I ran my finger under the seal and tore the envelope open. I don't know why I even bothered sending something here. You can do this, Lana. You got nothing to lose. I shimmied the letter out of the envelope and started skimming it.

No…

No…freakin'…way…

I was t-minus ten seconds away from a massive breakdown, so naturally, I did the only thing I could think of in my few moments of lucidity. I called Kyoya.

"Hello?"

"Kyoya," my voice broke. Dammit…No. Not yet, "Will you come over?"

"I can be there in five minutes, if that," Kyoya promised, "Are you ok?"

"I'm not sure." One tear trickled out of my eye, "I need my rock. And I need it now."

"Is your door unlocked?" he asked, sounding a bit out of breath.

"Yeah."

"Lana," Kyoya hung up and opened my door, taking me into his arms, "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

"Nothing," I bawled into his shoulder, "Absolutely nothing."

"Then, why all the tears?" he sat me down on my couch, wiping my eyes.

"I…" I couldn't get myself to calm down enough to form a comprehensible sentence.

"Lana," Kyoya held me tighter, "You have to relax and talk to me. What's going on?"

Finally, I got myself to stop crying long enough to tell him the news, "Kyoya, I got accepted to Columbia…And they're giving me a full ride…"

A/N: And we're going to leave it there. Why? Because it's called a seed for next week. I'm so happy for this little angel. It's about time Lana's getting a win. And we're going to go into it a little more in depth next week. But not only is she getting into Columbia, but Rhiannon's coming back to Tokyo! Yay! Also, we had an introduction of Kyoya's dad, who, according to Lana, makes it a little chilly in the room. This chapter made me so happy. I'm so proud of her. Good for you, Lana. You go, Lana. And I'm going to go, too. See you next chapter! xx