"BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP!" The alarm clock shrieked.

Jack groaned and turned over, blinking blearily at the ceiling. Today was the day.

Nick, Jack's brother, burst into the room, "Turn the goddamn alarm off!"

Jack grumbled some more before he obliged and turned it off.

As he shuffled his way to the bathroom, he asked Nick, "Hey, are you coming today?"

"Yes. Now if you don't let me go back to sleep, I won't go at all and will pray to any sort of deity that I can think of that you do horribly," Nick muttered, pushing through the door into his room.

Jack rolled his eyes and walked into the bathroom, gasping slightly at the sensation of cold tile floor against his bare feet.

After showering, shaving, and brushing his teeth, Jack stood in front of his closet, staring blankly at it.

"Nick?" he yelled.

There was no reply. Jack went to his brother's doorway and stood there.

"Nick? I need to borrow some clothes," he spoke to the lump on the bed.

Said lump gestured vaguely at its closet, which Jack took to mean, "I'm too tired and lazy to get up, do whatever the hell you want."

Jack grabbed a black tie, white shirt, black waistcoat, black dress pants, and as an after thought, a silver pocket watch, before hurrying out of George's room, lest he wake up fully.

Everything was a blur, and before he knew it, Ralph was shaking him, saying, "C'mon, get up, we're here."

Jack blinked. How did he get here?

Ralph grinned at him, looking as if he was going to burst out laughing.

"What?" he muttered.

"Oh, nothing!" Ralph sing-songed, "We have to get off the bus now."

Jack just nodded, grabbed his stuff, and stood up, sighing in relief when all of his joints cracked at once. He got off the bus, meandering after Ralph. They boy turned around and sighed in frustration, "What will make you wake up?"

"Coffee," Jack muttered, "and lots of it."

The answer resulted in Ralph buying him eight cups of coffee and him drinking them black. Jack sighed happily, caffeine pumping through his veins. He pulled out his pocket watch and paled. "We need to go. We're on in five minutes."

They grabbed their instruments and music, and nearly sprinted down the hall to the warm up rooms. They practiced as quickly as possible, tuning as carefully as they could, before they ran off to the other side of the school.

Huffing and puffing, Jack said, "Gimme a kiss for luck?"

Ralph pecked him on the lips before they walked into the room, trying to calm their racing breath and nerves.

Nick was there, he was talking to Roger about something. Jack smiled. They would be good together.

"You may start," the judge said; pencil held at the ready.

Jack's eyes flicked to Ralph. He was ready. Eyes back on his music. Take a deep breath. Play.

The music was the only thing in the dead silent room. It curled around, seeking out the ears to slip into to take a nap. Jack's fingers danced for the judge. He could only hope it was good enough. As it went on, he felt a tendril of confidence forming in his stomach. Yes, it was good enough. It was better than good. It was fantastic.

When he stood up at the end of the song, he was shaking slightly. The judge nodded, and they walked out. Once outside the room, Jack kissed him, careful not to let his saxophone get in his way. Ralph kissed back for a moment, and then pulled away.

"You wanted to do that too?" he asked

"Obviously," Jack said as he leaned in again.

Sitting in the bleachers was boring, Jack decided. Especially when you and your boyfriend are staring blankly at the sheets of paper that declared rankings on them, waiting for someone to come around and mark the little empty box next to your name.

"Wait, is that the guy?" Ralph asked

There was a rather fat, squat man waddling up to each piece of paper and marking things on them, occasionally shuffling the papers in his arms and scratching at his balding head.

"I think that's him," Jack said, and Ralph was off like a shot. Jack took his time going down the stairs. When he got to the bottom of them, Ralph tackled him in a hug.

"We got a one!" he said excitedly.

"I knew it," Jack said, picking him up in a hug and twirling him around. After setting him back down to Earth, Jack kissed him. And suddenly, getting a division one didn't matter. All that mattered was this amazing blond flutist here in his arms.

Author's Note: And now it is over! I'm kind of sad... I had to make the ending as flufftastic as possible, I couldn't resist. I would like to thank everyone who reviewed, and favorited, and added it to their alerts, and all of that jazz.

Speaking of reviews, they're much appreciated! Cookies and bacon for everyone who reads! Not just reviewers!

I'm going to be writing a NickxRoger next, obviously. And then I'm going to write a prologue for Simon, just to tell his back story. I know! He's not just a man-stealing deal-making slut! It's basically to send everyone who hates Simon on a guilt trip. Still love me? And after that, I will be writing Drarry! Yay!

I love you all so much! I can't thank you enough! If it weren't for you, I literally never would've written chapter 2.