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Riiiiiinng!
The bell rung at Princeton Plainsboro as the students got there that morning. The corridors of teenagers slowly emptied as they filed into the classrooms.
“Quiet down,” House told his students as they sat at their desks, “if not you won’t be able to hear Mr Wilson in distress at my latest prank,” the students all giggled before the room went silent as they waited. Suddenly a loud bang was heard.
”House!” Wilson shouted from the next room. The connecting door opened and the younger man rushed through, covered in glitter, “glitter bomb? Really?”
”It was a chemistry experiment,” House replied, “as I’m the chemistry teacher it’s kind of expected.”
”And as I’m the English teacher, the words that are coming to mind to describe you should be expected,” Wilson said.
”And what words would those be?” House asked.
”The words would not be appropriate in front of your class but just know that revenge will be sweet,” Wilson replied, he went back to his classroom and House’s students began laughing.
”Alright, open your books and finish answering the questions you started yesterday,” House told them, picking up his guitar that was sitting in the corner of the room. He began plucking at the strings when one of his students, Robert Chase, spoke up.
”Can’t really focus on the questions when you’re playing you guitar,” he said.
”Well someone’s in a bad mood today,” House commented.
”Alison dumped him a week ago and is now avoiding him at lunch,” another student, Remy Hadley, who everyone knew as thirteen, told him.
”What like she hides in a cupboard when she sees you coming, or she just completely ignores you?” House questioned.
”Neither, just can’t find her, I’ve gone to every place that she would hang out but she’s never there,” Chase answered.
”Probably because she’s been hanging out in Wilson’s classroom for the past week,” House said, “I see her there every time I go to steal his lunch, she seems to have turned into that nerdy kid who helps decorate the classroom during her lunches.”
”That’s gotta hurt, Alison would rather hang out with Mr Wilson than you,” Eric Foreman, who was sat next to Chase, teased.
”Piss off,” Chase replied. House let his students wind each other up a bit longer before they got on with their work and spent the rest of the class in silence.
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“You’ve changed,” House commented, walking into Wilson’s classroom.
”Yes, I keep spare clothes in my car on the off chance that you do something to ruin my clothing,” Wilson replied. House noticed the insane amount of glitter covering the floor by Wilson’s desk and smirked.
”You still have glitter in your hair,” House told him.
”Gee, wonder why,” Wilson mumbled. House came over to him and picked up half of his sandwich before taking a bite, “I literally made you lunch this morning and you’re still eating mine,” Wilson complained.
”I just wanted to come see you,” House pouted.
”And you can do that with your own lunch,” Wilson told him.
”Yeah but that’s boring,” House replied.
”I hate that it’s impossible for me to hate you,” the smaller man grumbled. House just smiled at him before sitting on the edge of the desk and grabbing Wilson’s hand.
”You love me really,” Wilson looked up at him with a serious expression which didn’t last long, he smiled back at him and House had to hold himself back from kissing him then and there. The door to Wilson’s classroom opened and the two men quickly pulled their hands apart.
”Hey Mr Wilson,” Alison Cameron said cheerily as she entered the room, “and Mr House,” she added when she saw the man, “what a surprise to see you in here again.”
”I’d say the same to you but I saw your ex earlier and apparently that’s why you’re hiding out in here,” House replied.
”Well he’s being an ass,” Cameron told him.
”Watch the language,” Wilson said and House rolled his eyes.
”Speaking of ass’” House commented causing Cameron to chuckle.
”Oh, Lawrence Kutner is going to be joining me today so we can finish up on the chemistry project,” Cameron said, “hope you don’t mind Mr Wilson.”
”That’s fine,” he said, looking down to the stack of papers he had to grade.
”That’s due after lunch,” House told her, “for my class, you’re really cutting it fine.”
”Well Lawrence hasn’t finished his part so we’re going to go through it now,” Cameron replied.
”I’ve almost finished,” Kutner said as he walked in.
”Good because I don’t want Cuddy on my ass again,” House grumbled.
”Looks like she’s already on your ass,” Kutner commented as the door opened.
”Care to explain to me why there is a motorcycle in the parking lot that’s covered in toilet paper?” Cuddy asked, annoyance on her face.
”You tp’d my bike?” House asked, looking at Wilson.
”You hid a glitter bomb in my desk,” Wilson replied.
”You did what?” Cuddy questioned, stepping into the room and spotting the large amount of glitter, “I can’t with you two today,” she sighed, walking out of the room.
”How has she not fired you two yet?” Cameron asked and the two men just shrugged.
”Probably because she’s placed a bet on how long it will be until they get together and if she fires them both she won’t find out,” Kutner commented.
”What?” Wilson asked.
”How much has she bet?” House queried at the same time.
“Almost everyone has made a bet,” Kutner told them, “I’m hoping you get together soon or I’m down twenty bucks.”
”I’ll make any announcement at anytime if you’re willing to split the profits,” House replied.
”Deal,” Kutner said.
”House,” Wilson warned.
”Sorry guess I won’t be,” House told his student.
House and Wilson continued to eat their lunches as Cameron and Kutner finished off their project, the bell rang and the two students packed up their belongings and went to House’s classroom next door.
”I’ll see you later,” House told Wilson, “I’ll pick dinner up on my way home.”
”Do you want to come clean with people about us?” Wilson asked.
”Do you?” House replied.
”Kind of, I mean it would probably be easier, we wouldn’t have to take two separate vehicles to work,” Wilson told him.
”Alright,” House said, standing up and walking through to his classroom.
”What do you mean ‘alright’?” Wilson asked, rushing after him, knowing House had something planned.
”Lawrence!” House called out, “What timeframe have you got on this bet?”
”Er-“ Kutner started fumbling through his bag for a piece of paper, he looked through the list of names, “any time this week and it’s mine, next week would be Chris Taub, last week was Robert Chase who just missed out of quite a lot of money.”
”Well young Kutner, you sir have just won yourself some cash,” House told him, “Wilson and I are in a relationship, so everyone pay up to Lawrence.”
”You’re only saying that because you’re splitting the prize money with Lawrence,” Cameron argued.
”When did she lose?” House asked.
”A month ago,” Kutner replied.
”Explains why she’s so bitter,” House said.
”Still doesn’t mean you’re not faking this to win the money,” Cameron told him. House sighed before turning to Wilson and planting a kiss on his lips.
”Better?” House asked. The students all stared with their mouths open before Taub pulled $20 out of his pocket and handed it to Kutner.
”Can’t believe I missed out by a week,” he grumbled.
”House,” he heard Wilson say, he turned to face the man, “House,” he heard again but Wilson’s lips didn’t move.
”What-“ he began to ask, but his words weren’t coming out, suddenly Wilson’s face started to fade and House stepped back in surprise, he looked around at his students who’s faces were also fading.
”House?” He heard again as everything started to go black.
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“House!” Wilson shook his partner for the umpteenth time.
”What?” House asked, opening his eyes.
”Your alarm is going off and I’ve been calling your name for ages, turn the damn thing off,” Wilson said. House reached out and hit at his phone until the alarm stopped. He turned over in the bed until he was facing Wilson.
”I had the weirdest dream,” he said.
”What about?” Wilson asked.
”We we’re teacher’s and it was odd,” House replied, “but we did make out in my dream,” he placed an arm over Wilson and snuggled into him, “wasn’t as good as real life though,” Wilson chuckled before planting a few kisses on House’s lips.
“C’mon, we’ve got to get ready for work,” he told his boyfriend.
”Just five more minutes,” House whined, Wilson smiled at him before pulling him closer.
”Fine, five more minutes.”