Sorry for the wait! As always, I own neither Glee, or CP Coulter's Dalton. I'd really appreciate your reviews if you care to leave some.

The idea of Logan and Julian dating had surprised Justin, but Justin found it growing on him as he watched Julian text in class and pretended he was texting Logan. Julian wasn't, but Justin was always a bit of a sap, and he'd never know he was wrong. He watched the boy periodically throughout class, and realized he'd found the ally he never knew he was looking for.

Luckily for Justin, as their teacher and other students left the room, Julian had been slow to collect his things.

"Hey, wait," Justin called, as the class filed out. "Do you think we made the right decision?"

"Are you talking to me?" Julian turned his head to see that he was the only one in the classroom.

Justin nodded, and Julian tried to remember the class they just sat through. Had they been involved in any decision making? Had he ever made any decision with Justin?

"What decision, exactly?"

"Keeping it a secret," Justin half whispered. "You and Logan? Me and Charlie?"

Julian froze. Too many things were trying to enter his mind at once. Somehow Justin Bancroft knew that he and Logan were together. How many other people knew? He called it a secret, though, so somehow he had found out discretely. The fact that Charlie and Justin were dating was a faint question mark that barely registered with the actor.

"How –"

"Logan told us."

"US?"

Justin wasn't sure Julian's eyes could get any larger, but somehow their widening was still perceptible.

"Charlie and me. That's it." Justin wiped his hands across the air to enforce this idea.

"This is not okay to talk about," Julian let his eyes shrink back to their normal size.

Justin sighed, too familiar with the fences people put around their lives. He smiled with half of his mouth, willing to let Julian go. "You're a secretive guy, aren't you? You would've fit in well at Hanover, Julian."

Julian saw that Justin wasn't going to press him further, and in this moment he felt a wealth of respect for the boy. People didn't let Julian have a private life, but Justin would. Before he had the chance to regret it, Julian rewarded the boy's sympathy, "I…What were you going to ask?"

"Just – Do you think we're making the right decision?"

Julian didn't understand. "Why are you with Charlie if you're not sure about him?"

"No, that's not what I meant – I meant do you think it's right to keep it a secret? It doesn't really seem fair…to them."

"Ah," Julian's eyebrows rose slightly as he considered the thought. "Well, why do you want to keep it secret?"

"My parents. They expect me to find a wife here –"

"They sent you to an all-boys school to find a girl?" Julian asked incredulously.

"Well, no. They sent me here to straighten me out – but they still want me to find a wife."

"So you don't want your parents to find out that you don't want a wife?" Julian sat against a desk – it shook slightly at his weight - wondering if he'd get to his next class at all – let alone on time.

"That, and… It seems so final. Like the second people know, I'm gay." Following suit, Justin sat at the chair he stood in front of.

"Are you?"

Justin looked up slowly, and then down, like his eyes were searching his mind instead of the room. "No? I never thought so. But there's no question about how I feel about Chaz."

"Have there been other guys?"

"No."

Julian shrugged. "You don't have to know. Who gives a shit what other people think?"

Justin laughed and Julian glared, forgetting why he was consoling the boy in front of him.

"No, I mean," Justin's tone was lighter still. "I didn't mean to laugh. It's just, isn't that why you're keeping you and Logan a secret?"

"What?" Julian had forgotten how this conversation started; he still wasn't used to his relationship being brought up by anyone but Derek.

"Your career. You don't want your fans to know you're gay?"

"I'm not gay; I'm bi," Julian spat with fire. "But yea, that's why Logan thinks I don't want to tell anyone – my career."

"Logan thinks?"

Julian cursed Justin's powers of observation. He sighed and looked to the doorway out of habit and discretion. "It's not that simple, no."

Justin didn't push Julian again, and even though it compelled him to share, he couldn't help but feel himself resent Justin for being so understanding.

Julian sighed and continued in spite of himself, "I know that with my family and my potential, it wouldn't destroy my career if I came out as bi. Hell, even if it would, I would crush my career for Logan.

"I've been waiting for him to see me for years. Since freshman year. I've waited through all of his shit because I thought he was worth it – I think he's worth it."

Justin bit the inside of his lip as he listened to Julian's hushed confession. He couldn't imagine Logan being worth Logan's crazy, but the faraway look in Julian's eyes convinced him that it was possible.

"So why keep it a secret?" Justin furrowed his brows and watched Julian's expression flinch.

"I've waited for him for three years –" Julian's voice broke as he continued. "I don't think for a second that Logan's as serious about this as I am. Maybe if he ever is…"

Julian didn't finish his thought and instead shrugged.

"You think he'll leave you?"

It was pushier than Justin had been the rest of the conversation, and it caught Julian off guard. Julian wondered how many times he had felt this unbalanced during their conversation, and silently thought about how fitting it was that the desk he leaned on wobbled with its uneven legs.

Julian wasn't answering and Justin regretted asking the question.

"I don't think he will," Justin added, deciding he had waited long enough. "The way he talked about you guys…He sounded smitten."

"I don't want to have this conversation anymore," Julian's voice broke and he began to hurry off the desk and toward the door.

"I'm sorry," Justin lifted his hand at the boy who was fleeing like a scared animal. "I didn't mean to…Make you uncomfortable."

He mumbled the last words uselessly, as Julian was already down the hallway.

He was already going to miss the first half of class, so Julian had decided to skip it entirely. He sat down on a bench outside.

The idea that Justin had planted in his mind should have been a happy one. Logan was smitten with him? Logan wouldn't leave him? There was nothing to stop Julian from wandering to the hope that Logan might love him eventually.

It was a petrifying thought.

It wasn't like he didn't dream that one day Logan would love him back. It was his goal, after all. But he had just gotten used to the idea that Logan was using him. And it was easier to walk on the leash he built for himself than to play freely with Logan. Julian was terrified at the thought of being set free.

And as the months had passed, Julian was terrified at the thought of being in a public relationship. His stalker had been sending letters still. The same red petals fell out of the same off-white envelopes so frequently that Julian had stopped opening them. He had a pile in the back of his desk drawer.

If it wasn't enough effort to ignore his stalker, it certainly was to try to ignore Derek's frustrating attempts at helping. So he pretended to Derek that they had stopped coming. It was easier. Derek had started to insist that he tell Logan about them and he didn't seem to understand that this was his problem. If his stalker was threatened by him kissing an actress in a movie, Julian couldn't imagine how angry she would be about him kissing a boy in real life.

And if Logan found out about his stalker, he would try to help – which Julian figured would only lead to an angrier stalker. Or worse, Julian considered, it would scare Logan away.

Charlie, Justin and Emil wandered lazily back to Hanover to study for the afternoon. It was a nice day and the prefects were both tired from their practices.

"Ugh, calc is gonna kill me before I come close to figuring it out," Charlie whined, letting each step wait longer and longer for its follower.

He was in no rush to start working and he was enjoying the time with Justin – even if there had been a third wheel. But Emil was in their classes and frequently joined their study parties. He was Charlie's friend as much as he was Justin's, so he couldn't really complain about his company. Even so, Charlie couldn't help but think it would have been romantic if he could have grabbed Justin's hand.

Charlie couldn't walk slow enough to avoid arriving and so they ended up entering the front door. The three boys headed to the common room.

"Hey, Chaz," Justin turned to the boy as they set their stuff down. "Why don't you try to find some food in the kitchen so we can work through dinner?"

Charlie left without questioning it – Justin had that "Hanover Business" look on his face.

Adam didn't usually spend time in the common room. It spoke greatly to the cluelessness of Andy that he had not questioned the parameters surrounding their previous conversation.

But then maybe Andy was not always as clueless as that. He knew there was more to Adam than the shut-in fan boy that people made him out to be. It wasn't easy transferring schools, after all. So with no goal in mind but to be friendly, Andy found himself at Adam's door.

Adam's roommate was at the debate team's practice, and Andy suspected Adam wouldn't be up to anything in particular. It was the way of the campus. Boys in sports were always at practice until the last possible moment of sunlight, boys in clubs mimicked this devotion and tried to stay later than the sun let the athletes, and boys with no such ambitions took great pains to act as if having nothing to do was the glory of their existence.

Andy knocked on the door and waited for Adam to come to greet him shyly.

Charlie wandered down toward the Hanover kitchen slowly. He wondered if it still smelled faintly of bleach – he was pretty sure Andy scrubbed the kitchen down frantically every time he thought of it covered in blood. Charlie didn't really know whether Justin had actually wanted him to collect food. But even if he had only meant to shoo his boyfriend for a private conversation with Emil, Charlie figured it'd still benefit him to look for something to eat.

He heard a rustling inside, and as Charlie turned the corner through the doorway, he saw Adam. Adam, who was holding a knife. Adam, who looked like a deer caught in headlights as he noticed Charlie in the doorway. Adam, who Charlie was suddenly very suspicious of.

"Charlie," Adam stated in a low quiet voice. "You scared me."

"Sorry," Charlie replied hesitantly before looking back at the knife. "Is that the knife that was missing?"

Adam looked down at what was in his hand. "Yea, I mean, I had it. I didn't know people thought it was missing. I was just using it."

Adam set the knife down on the counter haphazardly and Charlie walked slowly toward him.

"For weeks?"

"Yes," Adam responded firmly.

Andy waited a few minutes before giving up on Adam answering. But as he headed back toward his own room, he heard Adam's voice down the hallway – frightened and defensive. Andy felt the briefest pang of protectiveness before a familiar wave of fear rushed into his gut and bobbed there like a buoy.

With a deep breath, he followed the noise and tried to stay hidden behind corners.

Charlie thought that Adam had realized how guilty he had sounded stuttering like a nervous wreck. In reality, Adam had felt threatened by the lingering approach of Charlie. If Charlie was going to be offensive, Adam was going to be defensive.

Charlie was getting too close to him though, and Adam slowly backed up to the counter. The knife was a foot away from his right arm, but he didn't notice it until Charlie's eyes quickly and briefly flashed to it. In an instant, Charlie reached out and flicked the knife, so it slid across the counter.

"Merril practically put a picture of that knife on a milk carton."

Charlie's tone did not match his joke and it was disconcerting to Adam. He swallowed deeply but let his eyes harden. He would not be intimidated. But Charlie only took this as a challenge and jabbed his hand accusingly upon Adam's chest.

"I don't know what you were really doing, Adam. There's no way you didn't know that people were looking for that knife."

Charlie spread his hand out so that instead of pointing at Adam's chest it shoved him back against the counter.

"If I found out that you're behind all this stuff around here, you're going to seriously regret it. And when I'm done with you – when I'm done making sure you regret scaring my friends - then I'll let Justin at you. I assume you know Justin's secrets?

"I wonder how they'd deal with a traitor in his old gang."

Adam and Charlie were in the kitchen arguing in loud but not yelling voices. Andy could make out what they were saying, but wasn't really sure what he was hearing. Why was Charlie threatening Adam?

But he had stopped, and Andy, hearing the lull in conversation, decided he was better off leaving before Charlie or Adam found him.

Justin made a small effort to close the door to the common room after Charlie left, but it still ended up slightly ajar. He turned to Emil who looked at him expectantly.

"How are things with your mum?" Justin began. It was not what Emil was expecting.

"What?"

"Still bad, I assume?"

"Justin, you don't really want me to sit here and talk about my ma, do you?"

Emil was waiting for Justin's real attack. Most of the older Hanovers knew about Emil's bad relationship with his mother. Their arguments that frequently ended up with him staying over somewhere else. But that was old news – old news that the younger Hanovers didn't know, and Emil was happier that way. But Justin wasn't one for bringing up old business with no reason.

"If that's the reason Andy told me to look at your arm, then yea. Yea, I want to hear about your mum. Or I want to hear about whatever is the reason you've started again."

Emil didn't answer.

"That is what he meant, isn't it?" Justin had mastered the art of quiet yelling.

Emil rolled his eyes back and forth across the room angrily. "Andy misunderstood."

"Oh?"

"I didn't start using again, I-"

"So if I look at your arm, all I'm going to see if old scars?" Justin made a reach for Emil's closest arm, but Emil pulled away hastily.

"No. But it was just once. It was a mistake."

"No shit it was a mistake, Emil!" Emil could see Justin's brain wandering over plans of what to do with him.

"Justin, wait," he tried to say calmly. "You were right about it being my ma."

Justin sighed and looked at Emil, waiting.

"Over break. We got into another fight and I couldn't stay there. So I went to an old friend's and…

"And I was stupid, okay. It was stupid. I know it was stupid. But he was letting me stay with him and I wasn't going to sit there and lecture him about how my life was turning around."

"Jesus, Emil, way to make your life a movie about peer pressure." Justin didn't say it as a joke.

"I know, Justin," Emil sighed angrily. "But I woke up feeling like complete shit. And Andy was calling. And I could barely move. And I couldn't let him know. And I didn't want to have to hide things from him."

Justin didn't say anything, and for a minute there was complete silence.

"You don't need to worry," Emil said finally. "I hate disappointing him more than I hate my mom. Spent the rest of break miserably under her roof."

Justin seemed to believe him, and scrunched his face in thought. He would have to keep checking in with him. But for now…

Andy wasn't usually a snoop - he was just lucking in to eavesdropping opportunities today. This one would be especially lucky.

The door to the common room, still ajar, carried Justin and Emil's voices out to the hallway, but Andy could only understand what they were saying when he stood right outside the door.

Justin's voice was first. "I don't need to tell you he's in love with you, do I? Because I really don't want to have to play matchmaker."

Andy fumed. Who was in love with Emil?

Inside the common room, Emil's face stretched in surprise. "I – No – You don't. Matt told me once."

"So why haven't I had to have the roommate relationship talk with you two?" Justin raised an eyebrow. Outside, Andy did the same as he realized that he was who Justin meant.

"Because I'm still going to disappoint him."

Charlie walked softly into Justin as the two walked down the empty Dalton brick paths. Students stopped decorating the green with their presence when the sun went down, and by now the only thing lighting the pathways were the lights shining out of windows.

When Charlie came back empty handed, Justin and Emil had assumed there wasn't food in the kitchen and Charlie wasn't compelled to explain what really happened. So Emil had left to eat junk food in his room and Charlie and Justin had left to eat elsewhere.

Crashing lightly into his boyfriend was Charlie's attempt at subtle flirting, as he imagined how easy it would be to walk down the path hand-in-hand.

"So, remember how I promised to not keep anymore secrets from you that are relevant to you?"

Justin stopped in his tracks, and if he had been holding Charlie's hand he would have dropped it. "Chaz, you are literally driving me insane."

"Justin it is lih-trah-ly adorable the way you say literally."

Charlie smirked and turned to face his friend. Justin was less amused.

"Charlie."

"Right," Charlie rolled his eyes. "It's about Adam. He was the one who had the knife."

Justin's eyes darted across the campus as he processed this information. Just as Charlie was about to go on, Justin suddenly sighed in relief. "Thank god! So the knife thing isn't related to the blood?"

"That…" Charlie was very confused. "Is not at all what I was thinking. I think you should question Adam about the blood."

"Adam fainted when he saw the blood," Justin rationalized.

"Yea, because it was his and he was freaked out that someone found it!" Charlie threw his arms up in frustration.

"Charlie, that's absurd." Justin looked at his friend condescendingly and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Calm down."

"Justin, why do you want me to tell you things if you're not going to listen?"

"I am listening, Chaz. And I'm telling you, this is a good thing."

Charlie hesitated and looked toward the eyes of Justin. He wondered whether it would do any good to push this point. He wondered what would happen if he didn't.

"Just…think about it, okay?" he conceded softly.

Justin frowned at the meekness of his boyfriend. He scooted up to the side of him as they began walking again and whispered into his ear, "I promise."

Charlie shivered at Justin's breath and grinned, taking only a few steps ahead as close to Justin before separating.

"What would you say to sleeping over tonight?" Charlie asked nonchalantly, not thinking of his volume.

Either it wasn't particularly loud, or Justin didn't think of it either. "Yours or mine?"

"Mine!" Charlie said it too quickly and too loudly. Justin gave him a weird look. "I, uhm, I still need to talk to the Tweedles tonight."

Justin didn't question it further, and Charlie wondered how long he could convince Justin to stay out of his own house.

Laura sat down on the grass behind Windsor. Dwight did the same.

"Thank you for dinner, Dwight," Laura smiled, more shyly than she usually was.

"My pleasure," Dwight mumbled, uncomfortable with the mood shift – they had been enthusiastically discussing Lucas' hypothesis on some runes before sitting down.

"Does it bother you that I'm not here often?" Laura didn't look at Dwight but up at the stars.

"You aren't?" Dwight joked, and Laura met his eyes with a smirk.

"You think seeing your girlfriend once a month is often enough?"

"My what?" Dwight looked at Laura with slight horror.

"I – shit – I'm sorry, I thought it was – we kissed - I thought we were –" Laura fumbled over her words.

"Laura," Dwight reached a hand out to hers, with regained control over the situation. "I didn't mean I don't like you. I do…"

"But not like that?" Laura's mouth creased in disappointment.

"No!" Dwight was not in as much control as he thought he was. "I just meant – you're right, you live in London! What kind of a relationship would that be?"

"It would be what it is now," Laura pouted. "Don't you like this?"

"I do," Dwight insisted. "But if we were...dating…officially…I would want more."

Dwight wasn't used to seeing Laura upset, and seeing it was making him regret what he was saying.

"I could visit more often?"

"I don't know how you aren't expelled already."

"Says the boy who is banned from his own school library."

"Fair enough."

They looked at each with small smiles, just enjoying the night.

"We could try?" Laura asked quietly.

Dwight frowned as he considered it. "I'd like to, Laura, but – are you sure?"

Laura didn't answer but instead dove on top of him, pressing her lips to his tightly. Dwight wrapped his arms around the girl lying awkwardly on top of him and tried to ignore the thoughts in his head telling him the ways this could end badly.

But he soon considered the idea that he was still on Dalton grounds and if Justin wasn't randomly walking by, the boys of Windsor were evil enough to blackmail him. He softly pushed Laura off of him, trying to smile reassuringly and keeping his one arm around her, hoping she wouldn't take it with offense. But his smile was more awkward and hilarious than comforting. Laura ignored it.

"So," Laura bit her lip. "I'm leaving tomorrow, and I've been staying with Merril, but…"

"Laura Bancroft, are you trying to seduce me?" Dwight probably didn't realize his allusion.

"Dwight!"

"What? We've just started kissing, I'm not ready for-"

"Dwight Houston, I am not trying to steal your virginity, here. I'm only fifteen!"

Dwight didn't say anything but looked down guiltily.

"I just thought…This – lying here in your arms under the stars – that it'd be nice to lay like this all night with you."

Dwight blushed. She made a pretty convincing point. "Todd is still at home visiting his parents…"

Laura sat up, clapping giddily and pulling Dwight up with her.

Adam took a deep breath as he took in what he just heard. He wondered what the rest of Dalton would think if they knew about the sleepover at Windsor. And in a moment of inspiration, Adam grinned. If the rest of Dalton knew. That would distract Justin from his Hanover mysteries and keep Charlie off Adam's back. It was perfect.