I stood up, and put my hands in my pockets. Looking around the room to see if my students were keeping their eyes on their own papers. It had been a problem in my class for a while now, so I surveyed them, walking through the aisles, making sure everything was right and innocent. It was silly, I thought, to have to watch these college students like high-schoolers, but, if they were going to act like they were freshmen in high school, they would be treated as such. I have to admit; I love what I do, so this mindless exercise was worth it. The students' antics were worth it, between passing notes during lectures, saying absolutely obscene things when they didn't know answers to questions I asked, or them just harmlessly making fun of me. The kids made me laugh, they had spirit, life, and, of course, potential. I couldn't dare complain, until they caught hold of a piece of my life that I didn't want them to know yet. Not so early in the semester.

I peered over the shoulder of one of my students, checking to see if he knew what he was doing, and what I could look forward to grading tonight, when my classroom door opened slightly. I sighed, figuring it was a late student, and looked up to see the culprit.

I was no student. It was my lost looking lover at the door, wearing probably the worst thing that he could wear. He was wearing his 'girl'. By his 'girl', I mean he was dressed in drag. Bright. Pink. Blonde. High-heeled. Drag. She looked down the room, and we made eye contact. Other students had caught on, and began to laugh. I blushed deep red, happy to see her, but wishing that she could have knocked first. She didn't seem to mind the stares and laughs, and one snort, whose owner I smacked in the back of the head. She saw the face I made, and made an embarrassed kind of face.

"Bad time?" She asked in a whisper, and even though the love of my life could be very quickly mistaken for a woman in clothing, her voice just wasn't so…feminine. Another few giggles were sent through the classroom. I sighed at her, and gave her an index finger that meant for her to wait for a minute. She nodded, and walked out to the hallway, and shut the door. I walked to the front of the class, and looked at my students. One or two of them came up to the front, and handed me their exams.

"Don't laugh." I told them, a few looked up at me. "If there's anything that I've taught you this year it's that you can't just judge others as easily as looking at their clothing." I told them and sighed, a few more students handing me their exams. I was embarrassed at them. I thought they knew better. Living in New York alone should have opened their minds, but the lectures I gave them? "Now, I'm going to leave, and I'm going to keep the door open. I'll be right outside, and if I come back and any of you are talking or peeking at each other's papers, I'll give you all zeros right now." I said, and with that, I walked out of the classroom, and kept the door open.

My love was leaned up against the wall, biting her lip, her feet moving nervously. She heard me and looked at me. "Oh my God Collins, I am so sorry. The administration told me you didn't have a class…I didn't mean to barge in the like, oh honey, I'm sorry." She told me, and I hugged her, and kissed her temple lightly.

"Shh…Angel, sweetie, it's okay. That's not your fault the administration doesn't give a rat's ass about me." I said, attacking my superiors. I looked down at her, and sighed. "What did you want?" I asked her softly, and she shook her head.

"You left before I could even wake up, so I strolled down here to see if you were free for a bit." She told me, looking up at me with those big brown eyes. My heart melted. It wasn't my fault she could sleep so heavily. I smiled at her softly, and kissed her nose lightly.

"This class is over in ten minutes. Or whenever they all finish, and half of them are last time I checked." I told her softly.

"Where should I wait until then?" She asked me, holding my hands inbetween our bodies. I couldn't help but give her a grin.

"Right in my room." I told her, and she raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow. I chucked. "It's alright, you can sit at my desk for the last few minutes of class." I told her, and then proceeded to kiss her sweetly. I heard a catcall from inside the classroom, and looked, letting go of Angel. One of my students had caught us being intimate, and that made me blush a tad. I rolled my eyes, and looked down at Angel. "Come on." I told her, and I took her hand, guiding her into the classroom. I showed her to my chair, and she sat herself down in it. "Class, this Angel Schunard. She'll be staying here for a little while…well, at least until after you leave." I smirked. Only a few students were left in the class with the test. "If you've completed your test, you can g-" Before I could finish, the class erupted in laughter, and I turned around. Angel wasn't at the desk anymore, she was at the chalkboard, drawing a few interesting things. She drew little hearts around my name, and I sighed. Angel got too used to things too quickly, and got used to sharing my private life infront of the class a little quicker than I did. She heard the giggles, and turned around, smiling proudly to both the class and myself.

If anyone else had done this, I would have killed him or her, but my Angel was just too…innocent. She was so blissful about it that it just made me laugh along with the class. I shook my head, and turned around to my class.

"Alright, settle down, if you've finished your test, you are dismissed." I told them, and a few got right up, and began to walk out. I walked over to my Angel, and took her arm. She looked up at my face, and giggled.

"I haven't been in a school since I was seventeen." She told me, looking around the classroom, getting looks from my students. She walked about the room, curiously looking about the place, and some of my students walked over to her, just to greet her before they left for their next class. I sat back in my chair at my desk, watching the students walk out, keeping my eye on Angel as she fluttered graciously around the room. When all of my students had left, I walked up to the door, and shut it, and turned back. I walked back to my desk, so I could watch my Angel some more. She had moved to the front row of seats, and was staring intently at me, and I chuckled.

He looked at me with that handsome smile of his. He flashed me a bit of his teeth, and I couldn't help but smile back. Those teeth against those dark lips gave me quite a challenge. I just wanted to jump at him, and punish him for leaving me this morning.

"You wanted to see me Ms. Schunard?" He asked me professionally. I swear if he talked to his students like that, I'd kill him. That deep voice just went right through my heart.

"Yes, sir, I did need to speak with you." I told him, and he raised an eyebrow. He was too good at this. He cleared his throat, getting serious.

"Does this have anything to do with you not getting your work done in class?" He asked me, with that gruff voice of his that sent shivers down my spine. I don't care what Mimi said, that man owned me, but I wasn't about to give up that quickly. I nodded, and stood up, walking over to his desk. I stood next to him, pouting, and looked at the ground. "Aww, now don't give me that face young lady, you know what it makes me do." He told me softly, and I looked into his eyes. I sat on his desk, facing him, and looked into his eyes seriously, and took his hands in mine, and his stopped playing. "What's wrong Angel?" I hated how he could see right through me, but I appreciated his talent this time. This wasn't going to be easy to tell him. I'm not really sure how he would take it. I sighed out deep.

"I'm going to be blunt Collins…" I began, and looked from his eyes to his hands, and went to continue, but he jumped on it.

"Are you hurt Angel? You took your AZT this morning, right?" He asked, and stood up quickly, and felt my forehead with the back of hand, then my cheeks, and he looked into my eyes. "You haven't been shaking, have you sweetie? You don't feel warm." He just jumped on me, and I just took it in for a while. He noticed my silence, finally, and looked back at my eyes. "What is it?" He asked.

"This has nothing to do with my health Collins, sit down." I told him softly. He did, but we didn't lose our eye contact. "It has to do with Roger and Mimi." I told him, and that didn't make the situation much better. Roger and Mimi, like Collins and I, had AIDS, and anything wrong that happened with us, even so much as a sore throat was scary, and worth a trip to the hospital. "No, honey, don't worry. It's not that." I said to reassure him. I took in a deep breath. "Collins, baby, Mimi's…pregnant." He just stared at me, unable to give me an emotion. It was as if he didn't hear me. "Collins? Tom, baby…are you…did you hear me?" I asked him, not wanting anything negative to come out of this.

I heard her. I just wish I hadn't.