For your reading pleasure, chapter 3! I still do not own CP Coulter's Dalton or Glee, but the story and OCs are still mine.

Sometimes when Logan thought about the other prefects, he consciously realized that Justin looked out for him. It was in these moments that he let himself wonder if he lived up to the expectations that Justin must have made for him. He wished he did – it seemed to Logan that he never met the expectations he was held to. He was never what his dad wanted him to be. He was never what a senator's son should be. At school, he was never what a prefect should be. He was never what a friend should be. And he was certainly never what a boyfriend should be.

Lately, as his mind was always preoccupied with letting Julian down, Logan found himself considering these failures at Dalton. Miraculously the Stuarts hadn't decided to pick a new prefect, and Logan wondered if he owed them a renewed effort - Derek and Julian, the rest of the Stuarts or even Justin and Charlie.

His problem with this was that he wasn't sure he had renewed effort in him. He had managed to screw up so much at Dalton that the idea of fixing all of these things was a task too daunting for him to even consider. But Julian had approached him with love when Logan was at his lowest point, and Logan was realizing now that this confession motivated the only attempt at repentance Logan had made.

At first Logan thought Julian might distract him. Then Logan thought that this was a way for him to apologize for his years of terrible friendship – it didn't matter that he didn't feel the need to apologize to Derek. But then this qualifier weighed on Logan's mind until he concluded that his feelings for Julian must be genuine. It was a thought that terrified Logan, and reminded him of all of the mistakes he had made and was liable to make again.

What if he hurt Julian like he hurt all of his ex-boyfriends? Would the renewed effort he had just realized he was putting into his relationship with Julian be better spent on his prefect duties? Would he be any better at fixing those problems? And suddenly he was overwhelmed again.

Maybe if Logan hadn't been plagued by the prospect of fixing the problems he made for himself, he would have been able to stop the gears of Stuart scheming that were already in motion. But he hadn't, he didn't, and the young reckless Stuarts were already organizing their supplies into more damaging arrangements.

Andy, fresh from his conversation with Adam, burst into his room to find Emil awake and absentmindedly searching for something in the room. The taller boy set his books down and observed his friend looking slightly frantic.

"Hey," Emil greeted Andy distractedly, barely looking up from his search.

Determined to find the answers to questions that Emil's search only reinforced, Andy grabbed Emil's right arm, just below the elbow, and pulled it straight so he could see the inner crook. Emil fought against Andy unsuccessfully, jerking his arm, only to have it pulled straight again.

"This isn't news to you," Emil grunted, staring behind Andy angrily.

Andy let go and grabbed Emil's left arm, fighting an even larger struggle to keep it straight. With one good look, Andy began to fume.

"But this is," Andy yelled, pointing to the fresher marks on the crook of Emil's left elbow. "I thought this wasn't a problem anymore!"

"It's not, Andy," Emil pulled away as he felt Andy's grip loosen and walked to the other side of their shared room. "I ran into an old friend over break and we reminisced. It's been months. It's not a problem. What even brought this up?"

"Emil, this isn't a problem that you get over; it's always a problem!" Andy screamed, ignoring Emil's question.

"What is your problem?"

"You cannot be serious, Emil! How old are you? You know how stupid you're being."

Andy's face was bright red and Emil's was quickly following suit.

"I'm not the one acting like a little kid, Andy," Emil gritted his teeth. "This isn't a PSA. I'm not going to die just because I used once over break."

Andy turned away from Emil, his mind considering the word "once," and tempted to use this as an excuse to drop it and run from the confrontation.

"Don't you remember where you were a year ago?" he pressed, in spite of himself.

Emil didn't answer. It was a clear answer for both of them.

"Why can't you just let it go? I don't need this from you. I got enough hell from Avery and Matt when they were prefect. Justin leaves me alone about it. Why can't you?" Emil muttered.

"Justin doesn't know that this is still a problem. And you think I don't remember the hell they gave you? You should've seen the hell Matt gave me over you. Can you imagine; I didn't even know then. He knew that I didn't know – he could see it on my face. But he gave me shit anyway, so I would feel even guiltier."

"Matt was a bit of an ass," Emil conceded. "At least to you. That doesn't mean you have any reason to be mad at me. I told you; I'm fine."

"How dumb do you think I am?"

Andy and Emil locked eyes and neither said anything.

"You can't just dip your foot in, Emil," Andy added, still in lecture mode. "Maybe you could once, and maybe someone else could. But I know you, Emil. And I can't see you go through that again."

"Worried that you'll feel guilty about it?" Emil resented Andy's implied motivation, and his jeer cut Andy like a knife. "As flattering as your guilt is for me-"

"Emil, stop. I don't want you to stop hurting yourself so I don't feel guilty; I want you to stop hurting yourself so you stop hurting yourself. You're my best friend, you idiot."

Emil kept his face straight and did not respond. Andy's lip slid slightly to the side and Emil imagined he was gritting his teeth. Andy was trying as hard as he could to stay – to not run like he did before, with Emil last year, with Danny freshman year - but as he stared at Emil's blank face, Andy let himself give in. He slid through their door faster than Emil could register the loss.

Andy would barely be able to describe the scene he stepped out to. After all, he only spent a few moments in the midst of it with clear eye sight. But as he left Hanover, he wandered toward the large crowd in between the Stuart and Windsor dorms, hoping to find a distraction. He would get more than he bargained for.

It looked like a snowball fight, or laser tag, where two crowds had originally faced each other to attack, but they had since dispersed into a mob of chaos. What struck Andy as most like a snow ball fight were the snow balls – a sight particularly bizarre considering that it was spring. It seemed the Windsors were equipped with these out-of-season weapons, as well as nerf guns, and the Stuarts were equipped with water pistols. It didn't seem revealing, but Andy noticed – and then promptly forgot – that only the Stuarts were wearing mess clothes; the Windsors were still in their uniforms for the most part.

Seeing a silly play fight unfold before him, Andy was eager to join, and snuck toward Wes, who he saw armed with a nerf gun. As he found himself among the mock war scene, his nose twitched – 'water' soaked victims smelled sickening and a few white blazers looked decidedly yellow. A distinct whistle went off and things seemed to stop momentarily. Just as Andy turned to see what caused the lack of commotion, something sprayed him in the wide-eyed face. He dropped to the floor, eyes ferociously torn between not wanting to stay open and burning like the hottest pepper.

Andy would not see anything more, beginning with the reason the Stuart who blew the whistle did so – Logan, Derek and Julian were running toward the scene. Just as Andy had, the trio had stopped at the whistle. But Logan quickly saw the boys grabbing for something in trees and bushes. They were little plastic guns of some sort, and just as he saw a boy pull the trigger, he dodged the stream it shot. Unfortunately, his dodge sent it straight into Derek's unprepared stare.

"HEY!"

Logan's shout was deafening and stopped even the Windsors, though a careful observer would see that it stopped only the twins, who promptly signaled those who hadn't already to cease fire and look at Logan. But a handful of people were in the same position as Andy and Derek, clutching their face in pain.

Stopping after every word and with a frightening resolve, Logan ordered to the Stuarts, "Get your asses into the common room. Now."

That same careful observer might see the consideration playing on each Stuart's face – deciding whether they should listen to the leader they had recently decided to keep around. Slowly, seeing their friends following, the boys filed off of the grass and back toward the dorm.

Logan glanced around the area, observing who was present and whether any of the injured were not Windsors. He grabbed his phone and went to dial Charlie, but hovered over Kurt's name instead. He was practically the mother of the group, and someone had been stupid enough to let Reed into the fight, so of course he had ended up among the injured. But Logan saw Julian crouch down to help Derek out of the corner of his eye, and he had thought no more on the subject, flipping through to Charlie's name.

"Where are you?" Logan barked, and after waiting for a response added, "You need to get back to the dorm as soon as humanly possible. I've sent my boys back to Stuart, but there was some sort of fight…"

He surveyed the Windsors again, who were now huddled around Reed, Blaine and another blinded Windsor who Logan did not recognize. He noticed Andy for the first time and focused back on his phone conversation.

"Looks like some Hanovers are hurt too-" he added, and when Charlie abruptly ended the call he stared at his phone, clueless.

"What?" Julian looked up at his perplexed boyfriend.

"Charlie just told me to call Justin and hung up."

Logan could see from Julian's expression that he hadn't thought it was weird that Charlie wouldn't call his best friend himself, so he began to look through his contacts.

"Okay? So call him, and then help me get Derek back to the dorms –"

Julian was interrupted by the boy in question. Before hearing Derek's protests that he needed no help, Logan found himself explaining the situation to Justin over the phone. But just as Andy had not seen the rest of Logan's clean up, he did not see that Emil had decided to follow him and was just showing up to the scene.

"It looks like the only Hanover here is, uhm," Logan struggled to remember the boy's name. "Matt's brother. But Emil just showed up, so I'll have him take him back to Hanover. Just…check in on him, I guess?"

"I swear to God, I am going to murder those assholes –" Derek's eyes squinted in pain and he flailed in Logan and Julian's arms as they dragged him to his bathroom.

"Which assholes? Our sophomores or the Windsors?" Julian joked, rolling his eyes and helping sit Derek down.

"Both. I don't care. This fucking burns!"

Derek wiped the tears that were pouring from his eyes, as if his companions wouldn't notice, or as if they would think he was weak if they did notice. But the boys were not stupid, and couldn't care less that the pepper spray in Derek's eyes was causing him to well up.

Julian let the water in the sink run and gestured for Logan to help the blinded Stuart to the sink.

"Just try to flush it out," he instructed Derek, who fumbled messily at the running water.

Logan and Julian backed up, incapable of controlling their laughter at Derek's disastrous attempts, but having no desire to be as soaked as he was.

"I'm going to beat the crap out of them all –"

"Why don't you let me take care of that," Logan managed between laughs. "It's my job, right?"

Both Derek and Julian stopped to look at Logan, Derek doing so with his eyes barely visible beneath his narrow irritated eyelids.

"Since when do you play prefect well?" Julian snorted, and Derek, wincing, went back to his mission.

Logan shrugged. "I was thinking that, well, things are…functioning with you guys now – and I'm not as wrapped up in my other shit – maybe I can worry about being a better prefect?"

Logan looked at Julian, wanting to say that maybe he could fix his other holes – because Julian had filled in several of the holes he used to feel – and when he had controlled the scene outside, he began to think that maybe he could live up to the expectations around him.

But instead he said nothing else and Julian stared at him bemused. Logan fell into Julian's eyes like a little kid looking for encouragement and Julian welcomed the warmth of the stare.

"Julian, I –"

"Oh hey hey," Derek interrupted, leaning up with his red eyes. "Just because I can't see right now doesn't mean I can't hear that tone. Julian, save the romance for when I'm not in the room, and Logan, go – what did you say? – be a better prefect."

Logan rolled his eyes – an act that Derek missed – and gave a small wave and smile to Julian as he turned to do as Derek said.

Andy, his arm around Emil and supported by the shorter boy, had not said anything on the walk back to Hanover – save a few choice curses. But as Emil helped him sit down in their bathroom, he looked like to be both in deep contemplation and severe pain.

"I'm going to get a wash cloth, I guess," Emil broke the silence, voicing the fact that he had no idea what to do.

"I can't see you like that again, Emil," Andy repeated the fear as if it might cut Emil deeper this time.

It annoyed Emil that Andy was still on this note, and knowing that he still couldn't tell Andy exactly what happened over break, he decided to change the subject through humor.

"Andy, I may be wrong, but I don't think you can see anything right now."

Andy laughed, tears slipping involuntarily out of his burning eyes. "Fine, if you don't want to talk about it – you know I hate conflict."

"Yes, Andy the great runner – both in track and social situations," Emil declared, running the cold water of the sink.

"Here, lemme just stick my eye under the water," Andy grunted, feeling for the sink where he knew it would be and righting himself.

Emil stood back, still holding the wash cloth he had grabbed.

"What the fuck did you get yourself into, Andy?" he asked as the boy in question washed his eyes.

"I don't even know – it looked like a silly game. I was gonna go talk to Wes and then there was piss and a whistle and my eyes burned-"

"What was that?"

"A whistle?"

"Before that?"

"Piss? Oh! Yea, I thought the Stuarts just had water guns but then I got closer and started smelling it – those guys are nasty."

"If I were a religious man, I would thank my god that I'm a Hanover. Their war just gets weird," Emil thought aloud.

Andy stood up and blinked several times. His eyes were still sore, but the burning was mostly gone and he figured it was as good as he would get. He grabbed the wash cloth Emil held awkwardly and dried off his face – he had managed to stay much drier than Derek had in his haste.

Though Logan had been impressed with himself for calling Charlie instead of Kurt, he probably would have had the same conversation if he hadn't. Charlie had been standing beside Kurt when Logan called, and had quickly pulled the diva along with him as he rushed toward the scene.

When they got back, the Windsors had taken everyone inside and only a few melting snow balls littered the ground outside. Kurt and Charlie ventured carefully inside, afraid of what they might find.

"Guys, where are you?" Kurt asked, looking around corners, but seeing no one in the hallway or common areas.

The emptiness was disconcerting to both Charlie and Kurt who headed toward the open door to Blaine's room. From the sounds of it, a large portion of Windsor was there, and one glance inside confirmed Charlie's suspicion.

"What happened?" Kurt asked, seeing Blaine laying in his bed, eyes closed, and Reed lying on the bed beside him.

"How badly are they hurt?" Charlie added, panicked.

"You're back!" Wes exclaimed.

"They're not hurt," one of the twins explained.

"Not badly," the other finished.

"It's just my eyes," Blaine groaned, and Kurt realized that the boys weren't sleeping.

"What happened to your eyes?" Kurt was torn between sitting down at his boyfriend's bed side or his best friend's.

As if he knew Kurt's thoughts, Reed waved toward Blaine without opening his eyes. He softly added, "There was pepper."

"They threw pepper at you?" Charlie asked, not believing the stupid statement. "And it worked?"

The twins laughed. Kurt sat down beside Blaine, placing his left hand at Blaine's head. He stroked his hair with one finger, hoping the gesture would be missed by the rest of the room.

"No," David corrected Charlie. "There was pepper spray in – I don't even know what to call those –"

Charlie, too eager to get answers, interrupted. "Those snowballs on the ground?"

"No, those were ours…"

"…We thought they'd be a funny surprise some day."

"But then they ambushed us…"

"…And this seemed like a better purpose."

Charlie took in the Tweedles' explanation with a continued look of confusion. "So the pepper spray…?"

"They had little pepper spray guns," David clarified exasperatedly. "There's no way those are legal…"

"Pepper spray guns…?" Charlie had a feeling he wouldn't get any better explanation from the boys.

"What are you going to do?" Wes asked Charlie, as the prefect made his way to leave.

"I don't know. I'll figure something out with Logan," he paused before adding, "And Justin."

"Some good punishment?"

"Off with their heads?"

Charlie laughed and left the room, wishing he could text Justin about this like he normally would.

It was another day before Justin decided he needed to talk to the other prefects. Andy was telling wild tales to the other Hanovers – who didn't really believe the exaggerations because Andy was prone to telling stories wrong when he saw fit – and they were becoming anxious. He and Charlie were still playing the most childish of silent wars around each other, but as Justin saw both of the other prefects in his line of vision, he grabbed Charlie and dragged him to where Logan stood across the way.

"We need to have a meeting," he explained to the confused Logan and angry Charlie.

"Right," Logan conceded with no reluctance. "But not tonight; there's Warbler stuff. How about tomorrow after classes?"

Justin looked to Charlie who nodded.

"Okay with me," Justin completed. "My room?"

The other prefects nodded, and as quickly as they had come together, each left in a different direction.

By the time the next day had passed, Justin had dragged a table from the common room into his. He was pulling chairs up to the table when Charlie came in and the door shut behind him.

Both boys stared awkwardly at each other for a minute when Justin's phone buzzed. He looked down at the screen which read a new text from Logan: Murdoch wants to talk after class, I'll be a bit late to the meeting. – Logan

"Logan's running late," he muttered, now choosing to avoid eye contact with Charlie.

"Oh," Charlie paused.

Another beat passed before the boys simultaneously turned to each other.

"I'm sorry-"

"I'm sorry-"

They laughed softly, and Justin spoke up first. "I'm sorry; you were right. I was overreacting. It's just getting so restless here –"

"No, I'm sorry," Charlie interrupted. "You were right. I should have told you sooner; life just kept getting in the way."

The boys were in an embrace before Charlie could finish his sentence. Charlie's arms wrapped around Justin's waist, and Justin lifted his up from where they had wrapped around Charlie's neck. He placed his hands softly at Charlie's cheeks and looked into his eyes.

"I love you, Chaz," he whispered sweetly. "And these two days were even shittier when you weren't here."

"I love you, too, Justin," Charlie smiled faintly and let the boy in his arms pull him into a kiss.

It was not the first time either had told the other 'I love you.' It would not be the last. It was not the most romantic kiss they shared, and it was not the least. But neither of these made the average kiss any less healing.

"How long will Logan be?" Charlie smirked, pulling only an inch away from Justin's lips.

"Not long enough," Justin laughed breathily.

Charlie placed a light kiss on Justin's lips before pulling away and making himself at home on Justin's bed. Charlie cleared his throat and Justin absentmindedly went to set out cups of water.

"Justin, now don't get mad again-"

Justin turned to Charlie and squinted in appeal.

"But Laura was here the other day," Charlie winced.

"The other day? Chaz, seriously, can't you tell me this stuff at the time?" But Justin sounded more incredulous than angry.

"I was going to before we… had our fight." Charlie laughed at this last thought. "Look at that: our first fight. No one can tell us we aren't a real couple –"

"No one could tell us we're a couple," Justin corrected with a laugh. "What happened with Laura?"

Charlie shrugged. "I told her to go home, but God knows she didn't."

"Then where'd she go?" Justin asked quickly, concern lacing his voice. He saw Charlie squint uncomfortably. "Chaz, you know something!"

Charlie made a face. He tried to repeat Justin's excuse from days earlier. "It's not my secret to tell?"

"Chaz, she's my sister!" Justin threw his arms up, but he still didn't sound angry – just worried.

Charlie grinned suddenly, equipped with an unexpected plan. "How about you tell me a secret that's not yours, and I'll tell you a secret that's not mine?"

"You can't be serious," Justin looked at Charlie like a parent looks at a child. Then his face fell. "You're serious?"

Charlie nodded enthusiastically.

"I swear to God, Chaz," Justin muttered, considering the least harmful thing to say. "Okay, so Matt –"

"Oh, come on, he's not even here anymore!" Charlie pouted, and Justin rolled his eyes.

"Fine," he pursed his lips. "Emil wasn't at a scholar's retreat that time he was gone for months."

"No…" Charlie's eyes widened with excitement. "No scholar's retreat lasts that long, I guess. Where was he?"

"Where was Laura?" Justin stared smugly at Charlie who smiled in return.

"Well played." Charlie knew Laura was going to hate him for this, but he figured she'd get over it. "She was with Dwight."

"Dwight? With the Hunters?" Justin did not understand, and tilted his head in confusion.

"Well…" Charlie grimaced a bit.

Justin contemplated what Charlie's expression meant before it swiftly hit him like a truck.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" Justin's voice boomed and Charlie wondered how many Hanovers could hear.

"I mean, they were meeting the other ghost people too," Charlie backpedaled. "They weren't doing anything, but they are together. I just - you should know."

Justin gritted his teeth as he processed what Charlie stumbled over. "Together."

"Mhm."

"How long?" Justin began pacing, considering the idea of his sister dating Dwight as if it were an idea he could reject or accept.

"I don't know," Charlie admitted. "Sometime between now and the fair."

Justin thought some more.

"If I could just –" Charlie tried to sound careful, but he wasn't sure that Justin was really that upset. "Where was Emil really?"

"Rehab," Justin waved his hand as if this was trivial information, but Charlie's jaw dropped.

"I will never look at him the same…"

Justin, out of his brotherly reverie, turned to Charlie and glared at him judgmentally. "This is why I don't tell you Hanover shit."

"Fair enough," Charlie smirked, and Justin couldn't help but return the smile. "But now I know your gossip is juicy – I'm only going to bother you more."

"Chaz, they tell me everything." Justin sat down next to Charlie and took his hand, hoping he could convince him otherwise. "That's how the Hanover thing works – you trust your prefect."

"I'm only kidding," Charlie used his other hand to pat Justin's before stealing another small kiss. "Now where's Logan? Our houses are a mess!"

Charlie had stayed over after the meeting, eager to be alone with Justin again. As he lay in bed beside the boy, arms tangled around each other, he relaxed. They hardly ever stayed over with each other because they were both apt to getting interrupted at all hours by prefect matters. But the two days of fighting had worn on the boys and they each longed for each other's company and touch.

As Charlie lay in Justin's bed, he felt that he suddenly understood the attachment that the Brightmans had to each other, but this thought was quickly interrupted by the idea of Tweedle sex – after all, it's where his attachment to Justin had led him hours earlier – which disturbed Charlie greatly. He gagged faintly and Justin stirred.

"What was that?" the British boy asked sleepily.

"Gross thought," Charlie mumbled, hoping he wouldn't have to explain. "Don't ask."

"I'm clearly the sane one here," Justin chuckled, pulling Charlie against him.

"Says the boy who let Logan Wright know we're dating," Charlie turned slightly to look Justin in the eye for a more efficient mocking.

"He already figured it out!" Justin shrugged awkwardly while still lying down. "Stop making this a big deal."

Charlie forced a smile briefly, but this quickly became real as Justin smiled in response.

"If I let this go can I get another secret?"

"Oh shut up, Chaz," Justin rolled his eyes and turned away from Charlie. Charlie took this opportunity to pull Justin in to a full body hug, and Justin settled in to his position as the little spoon.

Wondering what happened at the prefect meeting? The missing scene is featured in two of my old stories which you can find on my tumblr (jessseri tumblr com) or I'll post them on here (Prefect Meeting).