Hercules didn't know how Calculus was going to help him in his future, but he still had to sit through it. He was preoccupied with his design application for New York School of Design. He had gotten to the final round of interviews. He just had to ace another interview, send in a couple of his new designs plans, write an essay, and then send them two of his original designs. Seemed easy enough. However, it wasn't. He had to do all of this on top of school. It wasn't going well. He was in the middle of sketching an idea for a new line, whenever he got called on.

"What?" Hercules muttered, looking up from the sketch.

"Mr. Mulligan, if you would please tell me the answer to number ten," His very annoyed Calculus teacher said.

Almost as if God himself was looking down o him, the bell rang, indicating the end of class. Hercules scooped up his notebooks as fast as he could, and was out of that classroom before he could look back.

"Two more hours," He whispered to himself as he took his seat in the back of the history classroom.

It just so happened that his favorite person (And boyfriend) sat behind him, which made it slightly more bearable.

Lafayette appeared in the doorway, spotting the stressed out boy in the back. As quickly as he could manage, he made his way to sit behind the other. He put his hands on Hercules' shoulders, rubbing the back of his neck.

Hercules barely managed to smile at the other, "I can't think of anything," He muttered, knowing Lafayette would know exactly what he was speaking of.

"You'll think of something," Lafayette assured, his accent thick. He moved one of his hands to intertwine it with one of Hercules'.

Hercules couldn't help but sigh in frustration.

John, Alex, and Aaron all walked into the room, taking their seats around the pair.

"Are we still on for tonight?" Alex asked, taking out his textbook.

Lafayette nodded, while Hercules shook his head.

"I can't," Hercules muttered, "I have to figure out a damn design."

Aaron groaned, taking Mulligan's sketch book from him, "We're tired of hearing about this college," He told him.

Hercules grabbed for his notebook, but the bell rang. Aaron walked off with his sketchbook, causing Hercules to cuss him under his breath.

Lafayette removed his hand from Hercules, putting his hands back on the other's shoulders.

Hercules put his arms on his desk, burying his face in his arms.

Lafayette just continued to rub his shoulders through it all.

Luckily, history was the last class they had.

Hercules slept through it, trying to make up for the sleep he lost each night.

Luckily, they had done nothing in the class, and nobody had noticed his unconsciousness.

Hercules had jumped at the sound of the bell, and Lafayette handed him his notebook, "Aaron gave it back to me, but they really don't want to hear about this application anymore." Laf informed, taking one of Mulligan's hands.

Hercules took the notebook, "Sorry," He grumbled, letting Lafayette drag him through the near empty hallway.

Lafayette led Hercules to his car, helping him into the passengers seat, "Sleep, mon amour, you deserve it," He kissed Herc's temple before going to the driver's seat. He put his hand on Mulligan's for a minute before starting the car.

By the time they were at Laf's house, Hercules was out cold in the passengers side.

Lafayette hated to wake the other, but he couldn't let him sleep in a car.

"C'mon, mon cher," Lafayette whispered to Hercules as he woke the other, "My bed's close."

Hercules woke, nodding, "I can't sleep, Laf, I have to design something," He argued.

"No, mon amour, you need to sleep until Alex, Burr, and Laurens get here," Lafayette argued, taking one of his hands.

Hercules groaned, but decided not to argue with the Frenchman. He let Lafayette lead him to his bed, practically collapsing onto it.

Lafayette smiled, laying on top of Hercules, "Sleep, love, sleep."

Hercules didn't need to be told twice. He was asleep in two minutes flat.

Lafayette kissed Herc's temple, "I love you, mon cher," He whispered, falling asleep on his boyfriend's chest.

Two hours later, the other three were banging on Laf's front door.

"Hold on," Lafayette muttered, grudging to the door. He unlocked it, letting the other boys into the building.

"Thanks for keeping us waiting," Alexander said sarcastically, stepping into the house.

Lafayette rolled his eyes, "Make yourself at home, I'm going to wake up Hercules."

"You got him to sleep?" Aaron asked, genuinely surprised.

Lafayette shrugged, "More like I forced him," He admitted, walking out of the room.

"Mon cher," Laf whispered to Hercules, shaking him slightly, "Wake up."

Hercules groaned, opening his eyes, "Laf," He muttered.

"Oui, mon amour?" Lafayette responded, taking one of Mulligan's hands.

"I figured it out," Hercules responded, sitting up.

Lafayette furrowed his brow, tilting his hand, "Figured what out?'

"My design," Hercules responded, a smile breaking onto his face, "I've got it."

Lafayette kissed Herc's forehead, "I knew you would figure it out, mon cher."

"Lafffffff," The boys heard John whine from the living room, "You're taking too long."

Hercules laughed, taking the French's hand, walking into the room where the others resided.

"Took ya long enough," Aaron muttered, rolling his eyes in a joking way.

"Well, my friend, you'll be happy to know that I have figured out my design idea." Hercules assured the other.

Burr's face fell in surprise, "You mean that we don't have to listen to you obsess over it anymore?" He asked, almost in relief.

Hercules rolled his eyes, "No, Aaron, you do not."

"Will you two shut up so we can watch this movie?" Alexander asked, wrapping an arm around Laurens.

John smiled, but shook his head, "Alex, be nice," He commanded.

"No, mon ami, Alex is right," Lafayette interjected as he started the movie they had been intending to watch. He snuggled into Hercules' side, watching him sketch away.

It's safe to say that Hercules Mulligan easily got into the school.