"Do you want me to drive?" He nodded slowly, while pulling on sweats. I zipped up my bag and felt him drop his keys in my front sweater pocket. He kissed my neck and I grabbed his and my bag.

We woke up early Sunday morning, neither of us wanting to be here any longer. After the meeting with the asshole, I did not want to be there anymore, especially after what he did to Kendall. SO I woke him up at 7 and packed our bags.

We walked out to the front and put the key on the front counter. The old lady again, apologized and had Kendall sign one last paper. We waved goodbye and I walked him out to his car. I set him in the passenger seat quick and put the bags in the trunk. I got in, shaking the snow off my head and shoulders and closed the door. I smiled seeing him leaning back on the seat, eyes closed. I reached over and buckled him in. He sat up and opened his eyes yawning.

"Thanks." I laughed and turned on the car. I turned the heat on full blast. He pushed his hood off and laid back, in his seat.

I had a couple hours to think it myself as he slept, and I drove carefully and slowly. The guy, the jerk from yesterday got me to seriously thinking. I can guarantee people, a lot of them, would judge severely if they found out about us. They would think I was a sugar daddy, or he was just doing it to get good grades. Yes at the end of the day I just had to shove those thoughts out of my head, because all I needed was Kendall. And if he didn't care I was 11 years older than him, I shouldn't either.

And besides, although that guy was a complete bastard, that kid, he really should do better for himself. He didn't need him to pay for tuition. It's called loans. And even more, the kid is probably only looking for sex with an older guy to brag to his friends. I know the type.

When I pulled into the spot next to my old beat up car at my apartment I turned off the car, and sighed happy at the adorable blond next to me. I reached over and pushed bangs off his forehead. His eyes shot open and he sat up quick rubbing them there was a white out, and it was almost blinding.

"Where are we?"

"My place. I don't really feel comfortable with you driving in this." He nodded and yawned. He pulled his hood on and took off his seatbelt.

"You could have woken me up for some company." I laughed and put his keys in his hands.

"Just having you next to me, was company enough." He smiled shyly and I pulled my own hood on. We got out and he quickly grabbed the bags out from the back. We ran to my door, both of us giggling like school girls because we both almost fell. I let him go into my warm apartment first and got in quickly shutting the door.

"So are you inviting me to stay the night again?" He set the bags on the couch and I looked at them eyebrows raised.

"It looks like you already invited yourself." He blushed while taking off his wet sweater. "I'll make some hot cocoa. Pick a movie and flip that switch by the mantle and my fireplace will come on." He nodded and slowly walked to it. I walked in my kitchen and I as I was opening my pantry I noticed a blinking light on my answering machine. I clicked to hear it and grabbed the cocoa.

"Logie Bear! It's mom." I groaned and grabbed two mugs. "I just got a call from James, and he told em some rather interesting news." I stopped everything I was doing and felt panicked. Both my parents are very old fashioned. I can't imagine they'd agree to me dating one of my 19 year old students. "And your father and I are coming out to meet him! I am so happy you found someone, who you really care about! We will be coming out next weekend, so give me a call back and we'll work out details! I love you Logie!" I put my forehead on the counter and banged it a couple of times.

"Logie Bear?" I turned quick and he was leaning against the wall eyebrows raised. "That's so fucking cute." I rolled my eyes and filled my tea pot up with water and put it on the stove. I kept away from him and heard him walk to the kitchen table. "So you told people about me?" I spun to face him and he was sitting in one of the chairs, legs pulled up to his chest. He had taken his shoes off, and I couldn't help but think that right now, in his state right now, I knew it was love. He looked, perfect, in my old black Yale sweater, his grey sweats, and white socks. At that moment, I could literally see my life with him, and for once I was scared by that. "Hello…Logie Bear?" I sighed and walked to him, taking a seat across form him.

"I only told James because I was afraid dating one of my 19 year old students would be unethical or something." He smirked and slowly nodded his head.

"Well I'm glad he convinced you otherwise." He opened his mouth, and closed it quick. I raised an eyebrow and he sighed looking away from me. "Your ex still talks to your mom?"

"More than I do." He turned to me, looking hurt and i shook my head. "My mother was destroyed when James cheated on me. But when James and I decided to let the past stay in the past, my mom thought it would be appropriate to call him her second son. The gossip like school girls, but there is nothing to worry about." He sighed and looked down at the ground.

"So…I'm going to meet your parents?" I laughed and got up walking to my fridge. We hadn't eaten anything since last night, and it was already 11 in the morning.

"Only if you want to." I grabbed my eggs and a package of bacon, I hoped was still good.

"Well duh Logie Bear." I turned to him and he giggled. "I am calling you that now. So there."

We spent all day Sunday together, watching crappy romantic comedies and not keeping our hands off each other. I woke up late on Monday and was late to class. I got behind my desk and saw Kendall holding back fits of laughter at my disheveled look, and nasty attitude. I sent him a seething text and when he got it, he stopped laughing and stuck his face in his book. I smirked and sit down in my chair sighing. I had too many papers to grade, and too many assignments to give out. There was a nice neat stack of folders on my desk from my class now, and I dug through finding Kendall's. He wrote his on one of my favorite books, As I Lay Dying. I had never mentioned it to him, and maybe I was over thinking it, but it made me feel good. I looked up and he was taking notes form his book, furiously writing. I smiled and looked back at my desk. I stood up and lifted the stack of folders. I moved them to the corner of my desk, and a folded up piece of paper fell on the floor. I picked it up and sat down in my chair. I opened it up knowing it was probably a plea for me to raise a grade. However there was only 4 little words, words that made my stomach turn.

"I know you're secret."