A/N: High School AU Bluepulse where there are no superpowers, Bart is on the Cross Country Team and Jaime is his Spanish Tutor.

Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice, DC comics, or any of their amazing characters

"Has anyone ever told you that you look really good in blue?"

Jaime flushed, but rolled his eyes. "Nice try, hermano, but you really need to study for this Spanish Final."

They'd been sitting on Jaime's couch trying to get through Bart's study guide for at least an hour now, but for the life of him, Jaime couldn't get Bart's attention on the subject matter.

Bart's bottom lip stuck out in a pout. "But Jaime..."

"No buts," Jaime lectured in a tone he usually reserved for Milagro. "Do you want to get kicked off the Cross Country team?"

"Well no..."

"Then we have to get you at least a C. Now come on, half the test is spoken and your pronunciation is terrible," Jaime said, internally cringing at the way Bart would butcher his native language.

Bart's shoulders sagged as he leaned on his Spanish tutor, burying his face in his shoulder. "Why do I even have to take Spanish? Why can't I just keep you around and have you translate for me forever?"

Jaime tried not to smile, Bart's GPA was on the line.

"Dude, I know I've been..." Jaime searched for the right word. "Lenient on your Spanish since...Well... You know-"

Bart waggled his eyebrows. "Lenient? Is that what we're calling it now?"

Jaime blushed again. "If Ms. Lopez thinks that this leniency is doing more harm than good to your Spanish grade, then you might be assigned a new tutor."

Bart gasped in mock shock. "A new tutor? Will I ever see you again?"

Jaime laughed. "Like anyone could keep me away."

Bart hummed in delight and curled himself around the older boy. Jaime craned his neck over to kiss the top of his head, before realizing they were off topic again.

"Okay back to Spanish," Jaime said, shrugging off Bart and reaching for the textbook.

"Ugh," Bart said, slumping his shoulders. "Studying is so not crash."

"Well neither is failing," Jaime replied passively. "Now stop distracting me."

Bart's eyes gleamed with amusement. "I'm distracting?"

"I'm serious, hermano."

"Why do you keep calling me that?" Bart asked. "I'm not exactly a 'brother' to you anymore, am I?" Bart teased, poking Jaime's cheek.

"Bart..."

"How about 'Carino' or 'mi amor' or..."

Jaime gave his boyfriend a strange look. "How'd you know what those meant?"

It was Bart's turn to go pink. "Oh. Um. Google."

"But I thought you hated Spanish," Jaime said suspiciously.

"Turns out it's more interesting when... when..." Bart stammered, and tugged at the bottom of his shirt.

Jaime grinned. "Were you trying to learn Spanish phrases for me?"

Bart shrugged. "Trying being the key word there but-"
He was cut off by Jaime pulling him into a massive embrace, tossing the textbook to the floor and running his fingers through Bart's auburn hair.

"Carino, that's so sweet," Jaime purred in his ear.

Bart laughed and kissed his shoulder blade. "Anything for you, amor."

"Even studying?" Jaime prompted.

Bart groaned and deflated into Jaime's chest. "Even studying."