She looked into my eyes, and I blinked for the first time in a little over thirty seconds. I just stared into those brown eyes, trying to comprehend the words she just sent at me. I couldn't believe what she had told me. Mimi was pregnant? The intoxicated effected blood that runs through her, and Roger's, veins would run through the same veins as this new innocent child. The couple had brought a suffering child into the world. What the hell were they thinking? My mind raced with thoughts, and I became angry at the thought. I was angry at how irresponsible the two were. My anger grew so quickly; I subconsciously squeezed my hand, squeezing my lover's as well. She yelped, and I let go. I looked up at her, a bit shocked.

"Angel, I'm sorry...I just…I just can't comprehend this." I told her honestly, and stood up, walking about. I heard her sigh, and she walked over to me. She leaned her chin on my shoulder, and looked at me, standing behind me, and holding my hand.

"You don't have to." She whispered to me, and I looked at her face. She wasn't glowing like she usually did, but I could see relief in her eyes. She had obviously wanted to get this off her chest for a while, and I could see why. Mimi was her best friend, and Roger was mine. We would have done anything for either of them, but this was hard enough to know. Juts know. We haven't even done anything about it yet, and we had already experienced enough stress, poor Angel. She had known for who knows how much longer than me. "We just need to…be there." She told me, and rubbed my arm. I sighed out.

"I know…I know. I just don't understand. I mean…this was a mistake, wasn't it?" I asked her, and she closed her eyes, and sighed. What I just said was a mistake, not what happened. God bless Angel, she could make any situation beautiful and positive.

"Babies aren't mistakes Collins, they are surprises." Angel told me, and gave me a good stare down, that bore into my soul, and I sighed, leaning my forehead to hers.

"I know, I'm sorry. I just meant, well, they didn't PLAN for it, right?" I asked her.

"No, it wasn't supposed to happen. Mimi told me the condom broke, and yeah…here we are. With an extra bohemian." She told me, and then looked off. Her last comment made me smile, and chuckle very softly. "What?" She asked, and smiled back at me a bit, looking back at me.

"Nothing…just thinking about another one of you." I said, and chuckled, and Angel smacked my butt.

"Oh shut up, Mimi's pregnant, not me." She told me, and rolled her eyes. Her eyes traveled up in thought, and then she laughed at the same thought as mine. Her laughter was contagious, and I could help but laugh with her.

"Okay, well, Mimi and you are BEST friends, and she'll end up deeming it your Godchild or something, but please honey…let Mimi raise it." I told her, and she snorted.

"Why, you have a problem with me? You think I'd make a bad mommy?" Angel teased me, but knew what I was getting at.

"No, but if it's straight, don't put it in a dress!" I told her, and turned around to face her better, and she laughed.

"Oh Collins, shut up." She giggled, and kissed me sweetly. That's it. That's what I needed. I needed to feel her soft lips on mine, hers wet from her lipstick. Her kisses could hold down any storm of mine, and even though the problem was right there in bright flashing neon lights, Angel made sure to save on electricity and pull the plug for a little while. She let go of the kiss, and took each of my hands in her own. "So…what now?" She asked me, looking persistent with that proud smirk and those determined eyes. I sighed out lightly.

"We get out of here and go see if they are alright." I said indefinitely, and Angel smiled. She was thinking the same thing I was, and she kissed my cheek.

"Exactly. Now get your things." She told me, and let me go so I could. I smiled and walked to my desk. Angel walked over to my chalkboard, and continued to doodle while I packed my things. I listened to her hum lightly as she drew and erased, and I smiled, putting the tests in my bag. Oh those will be a joy to grade while I have the thoughts of AIDS babies on my mind. I sighed, and closed my bag. As I threw it over my shoulder, I looked at Angel.

"Alright, now let's get out of here." I told her, and took her hand. She looked at me, and put the chalk away, but continued to hum. She stood close to me as we walked to the door, and I froze, thinking about the amount of students and staff outside, waiting to see me with Angel. Holding hands. With her. In drag. Bright. Pink. Blonde. High-heeled. Drag. I sighed, but she opened the door without a thought, to the crowded hallways.

I noticed him tense up when I opened the door. He needed to calm down. Could he possibly be ashamed of me? No…of course not, he was just nervous. I guess college wasn't a place for private lives to be discovered. Being gay alone was something to be careful about, but letting a whole university know, AND have me here. Poor baby Collins. I'll make it up to him later. I guess he had every right to be nervous, but we weren't even moving. He just stood there, staring off into the crowd. He was such a baby. I tugged on his arm, and walked along with him. I eventually got him to move on his own, and stood close to him. He was certainly not alone in this silent battle. I was being stared at because I was dressed as a woman, and he was being stared at because he was the man who taught them everyday. I looked up at him, and he must have felt my eyes on his, and he looked down at me, and smiled lightly. I giggled at him.

"Kiss me." I told him, and her lifted an eyebrow at me, a bit taken aback by my sudden outburst.

"What?" He asked me, as if I just said the stupidest thing in the world. What a pain in the butt.

"You heard me…kiss me." I repeated, and smiled up at him. He sighed, and looked forward to the corridor, and shook his head.

"You're deranged woman." He said gruffly, and that made me frown.

"Why?" I asked him, furrowing my eyebrows. He better come up with something good, because my cover-up wasn't going to stand the look I was giving him.

"Honey, look where we are." He told me, and I shook my head.

"Well, this way, you don't have to tell them. They can just find out on their own." I told him, and stopped walking, holding his hand, so he wouldn't go anywhere either. He groaned, and looked at me.

"Angel, sweetie, come on…we have to go." He told me, and I rolled my eyes, and walked close to him. I wasn't going to take anymore of his silly shyness. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and held his head in my hands, and kissed him hard on the mouth. I noticed it took a little while for him to get used to it, but he eventually wrapped an arm around my waist. He made me feel so wanted when he held me like that, and so skinny. I like it. I LOVE it. He was such an amazing kisser, what a man. To think that I would end up with a man like my Tom Collins was unheard of, but no need to think about it. I've got him, and as long as I can fight, I'm not going to give him up. After a moment of two, he let go, to another catcall. He blushed miserably, and I giggled, holding his head.

"Oh, baby, you're pathetic." I whispered into his ear, and he groaned, but it was followed by a low chuckle. I giggled, and held him close to me, and I heard a student call at us.

"Hey, save it for outside queers!" A young boy had shouted at us from the other side of the hallway. Collins looked up to see whom it was, and immediately looked away. The kid looked shocked, he must have been one of Collins' students. "Oh…my God." The kid murmured, and began to crack up, and walked over. "Professor Collins?" He asked, astounded by the knowledge that his professor was gay. This boy had no gaydar at all. Collins was a total faggot, and I knew the second I met him. But, the fact that he was totally flirting with me probably helped. He wasn't making a very nice face at my baby. "You're...gay?" He asked him, seemly appalled. Oh no he did not. I looked at the little runt, and narrowed my eyes.

"Is that a problem?" I asked him threateningly. One thing to make fun of homosexuality, but to make fun of my one true love, now that kid was going to die. The boy looked up at me, and smirked.

"What are you going to do about it? Bitch-slap me?" He asked me, and chuckled, and I lunged at him. Collins grabbed my arms, and pulled me out of the corridor kicking and tugging. I can't believe that brat. What were his parents thinking? I can't believe he just said that. Totally rude for disrespecting a REALLY hot teacher, but for being completely okay with being homophobic is disgusting. Collins got enough strength to face me forward instead of that towards that little brat. He quickly rushed us out of the school, realizing that I wouldn't leave without a fight. He was right.

"Angel, you have GOT to stop doing that." He told me as we got outside, and I crossed my arms, and rolled my eyes.

"Stop WHAT?" I asked him, getting even angrier. "That freak deserved that and THEN some. I would have whopped his ass so hard to make up for all those times his parents spoiled him and didn't teach him to accept people." I ranted and stomped my feet to the ground, which wasn't a good idea, since my shoes weren't angry-Angel-proof. Collins hushed me by holding me close to him, and I sighed. Could he stop being amazing for ten seconds?

"Shh…Angel, baby, I know…it was terrible what he said, and I'll be happy to see him tomorrow in class so I can talk about it…but I don't want you frazzled right now. Now, let's catch the train, and go see Mimi and Roger." He told me, and kissed my cheek softly, and I smiled.

"Fine…" I said, and looked up into his eyes. "You're right, I need to calm down a bit…" I quickly straightened out my wig, which I would have to apologize to later after that flip out. "But, can you answer me something honey?" I asked him, and looked into his dark brown eyes, and he smiled warmly.

"Of course, what is it?" He asked me sweetly, and I thought that was so cute of him.

"Is it REALLY that easy to tell…that…well…?" I asked him, not sure how to form it. I have never actually brought up the subject of my actual gender. It had always been so trivial to everyone I knew that I didn't have to deal with the subject. Well, unless Mark brought it up, which he LOVED doing. I really do think that he thinks I'm actually a woman.

"Well what?" Collins asked me, and smiled, taking my hand.

"That I'm…you know…not very…" I couldn't just be blunt about it, so I mused some body language, and swung my hip, and with my free hand I grabbed at my chest, and Collins laughed.

Oh Angel…