Author's Notes: Set on STFU campus. I swear you'll start seeing more connections between this and previous parts when I get the Justin's Junior, Senior, and Senior Year II parts written.

Justin was nervous.

Two days from now he would be starting his freshman year at college. It was the first time he'd been away from home for more than two weeks, and that including the summer camps he'd gone to that were supposed to help him cope with being a dragon while a teenager. How was toasting marshmallows, taking cold showers while dodging nature, and trying not to kill a bunch of other hormonal teenagers that had also just discovered they were dragons supposed to help him cope with anything? Justin was still trying to figure that one out.

But now... now he was on his own. His parents had opted to help him move into the dorm early: five days before classes started as opposed to three. Justin had used to the extra time to buy his books, cruise around campus, and enjoy his blessed, blessed freedom.

Yesterday he'd come into his room and found a letter pushed through the bottom of his door. It was from the Office of the Campus Queen requesting that he meet with her before the start of school. Manners had kicked in because the last thing he needed to do was piss off the Campus Queen. He'd called and left a voicemail saying he could meet at 3pm today.

No reply. Unsure of what to do, Justin had decided to err on the side of caution and go. He'd gotten lost once, but that was not his fault. For some reason the Loredana Hall was not on the map. Justin had had to ask for directions twice just to find it.

It had almost made him late for his non-meeting. That was in the past though. Now he was standing outside of a small office, ten minutes to three, wondering if he should knock.

Justin hoped it was the right office. The letter he'd received had said Office 213. He'd found 212 and 214, and a heavy wooden door between the two which Justin assumed was the correct place. Office 213 seemed to be missing its numbers.

Right. Now he was just procrastinating.

In high school, Justin's power had still been in flux. All of the local dragons had told him that when they settled down, he would probably be pretty high powered. Not as high powered as Abigail, the district Queen, but maybe strong enough for a small city.

College campuses were considered small cities unto themselves. They were also considered vital, high profile places that were constantly in the eye of the more powerful Queens. Justin had heard that some Queens got territorial whenever they felt that someone stronger than them might take their position. Especially when it meant that they might not get the praise and advancement they felt was their due.

He really, really hoped that wasn't about to happen here.

Taking a deep breath, Justin knocked on the door. There was a muffled sound on the other side, some cursing, and then someone yelled "Enter." Justin turned the doorknob and walked inside.

And froze. He'd never seen so much paper in his life. In covered the floor in stacks that were at least two feet high. The desk was similarly covered, though the piles were only a foot or so tall. Two floor to ceiling bookshelves were practically lined in paper. Justin looked for a chair, and couldn't find one. He assumed it was buried among the paper.

"Can I help you?"

There was a dragon in human form sitting behind the desk. All Justin could see of her was the top of her head. Her golden blonde hair was beyond tousled and a pair of thick red glasses framed pale blue eyes. She was looking at him like all he could do was add to her problems.

"Um... hi. I got letter asking me to come by here before the start of school. I left a message but no one got back to me. My name is Justin Greer." The dragon only looked at him in confusion.

"Justin Greer. Justin Greer? Why does that name sound so familiar?" She drummed her fingers on a stack of papers. Suddenly she went very still.

"You! You're the Wind dragon that's starting this year." Justin watched as the other dragon lunged to her feet. Paper went every where as she stumbled around the desk. "You are more powerful than me."

"Maybe?" Justin hedged.

"This is great!" She stood in front of him and beamed. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for someone like you." With out another word she took off her medallion and placed it around Justin's neck. "There you go. Now this crazy place is your problem."

"You can't be serious." She had just made him Queen of the campus. He couldn't Campus Queen. He was barely a freshman.

"Oh, I'm very serious. Tell the bitch who runs the district that I quit. Quit. She can take this entire place and all her paperwork and shove it where the sun don't shine. That's a direct quote so make sure you put it in the report. She'll demand a report. She always does. If she needs me, well, too bad. I'm quitting school to so she can't track me down at my dorm room. Good luck!"

"I don't... I don't even know your name." Too late. The dragon was gone leaving Justin standing in an office that was literally coated in paper.

This... could not be happening.

Freshman Year, second semester:

The desk was clean.

It had only taken Justin all semester long, including spring break, but his desk was free of paper. He could tell you what wood it was made up. It was a wonderful, wonderful thing.

"Hey Justin," Tabitha said as she opened the door and stepped into the office. She dumped an entire armload of paper on his desk. It spread haphazardly across it until a few sheets spilled onto the floor. "I have some paperwork that Diane left. It was sitting on my desk, but really you should deal with it."

Justin put his head down on his now paper covered desk and whimpered.

For what seemed like the five hundredth time, Justin checked the flyer Nicholas had given him for the room number. It was bright neon pink and had "Gays, Lesbians, Bisexuals, Transexuals and Friends are WELCOME!" in huge letters across the top.

The things he as Queen did for the other dragons on campus.

Bad enough to be a dragon. Even worse to be a dragon and gay. It was wasn't that dragons had anything against being homosexual. It was just that it happened so very rarely. Most of the older dragons made the effort to seem accepting and wound up only making things very, very uncomfortable for the poor dragon in question.

Which was why Justin was going to this meeting. Nicholas, the freshman who had confessed his sexuality to Justin, needed to see that there was at least one dragon that could be supportive and not be an idiot about it. It was his duty as Queen.

When he opened the door, Justin was a little surprised to see that the room the club was using was one of the auditoriums. Stadium seating meant that the room could easily hold a hundred and twenty people. Right now a little over thirty were clustered around the front of the room. Justin sat a few rows down from the back, not hiding in the shadows but not really a part of the group.

He'd been sitting there for a minute or two when someone else slunk in the back door. Justin looked up. It wasn't Nicholas, but he was just as nervous as Nicholas had been when he come to see him in his office.

"Hi," Justin said. The guy started then offered a shy smile in return.

"Uh... hi."

"My name is Justin. It's my first meeting." For some reason, that seemed to put the other guy at ease.

"It's my first meeting too. My name's Sully." Then Sully laughed. "Well, it's actually Sullivan but no one calls me that."

"Nice to meet you," Justin said. "You seem nervous."

"I am." Sully sat in the seat beside him. "If any of the guys on my floor knew I was coming to this, they'd beat my ass. All the comments I get are bad enough."

Justin frowned. "Shouldn't your RA do something about that? The University has a no tolerance policy against that sort of thing because of..." he stopped when he realized Sully was staring. "Er... sorry. I've got all these policies memorized. I'm the Campus Queen."

"Oh honey, aren't we all," said another guy as he entered the room. Sully started laughing at the expression on Justin's face.

"Campus Queen?" Sully asked once he'd stopped laughing. "I take that doesn't just mean you're gay."

"I'm not. Um... gay that is. I'm not gay. I'm here to support someone else." The guy who'd made the last comment sighed.

"Sure. That's what they all say."

"Do you mind?" Justin said. Then he gave the nosy guy a look that dragons had long perfected when it came to annoying people. It didn't take long before he was quickly retreating down the stairs. Then he turned back to Sully. "I'm seriously here to support someone else. Who... doesn't seem to be coming actually. Wonderful."

"So if you're not gay, what is the Campus Queen?" Sully asked.

"I'm the leader of the student organization for dragons. Instead of being called President, I'm called Queen. It's kind of a traditional." Justin shrugged.

"Really? You're a dragon?"

"Excuse me?" Both Justin and Sully turned towards the front. A woman with short cropped hair was standing in front of everyone. "I now call this meeting to order. Before anything else, we need to take care of some important business. Maggie withdrew from school between over the summer. Per the club constitution, we need to have an election to vote on a new club secretary. Any nominations?"

"I nominate Paul," some guy shouted. The woman at the front made a face as a guy wearing the tightest pants Justin had ever seen got up. Whistles and catcalls accompanied his saunter. When he got to the front, he blew kisses at the audience.

"Are there any other nominations?" the woman asked. Silence. "Please, please say there are other nominations."

"I nominate Justin," Sully said into the ensuing silence.

"What?" Justin hissed.

"Come on. No one is going to vote for you over that guy. Why not? I'd do it, but..." Sully trailed off, looking down at his hands. It was obvious he wanted to run, but wouldn't.

"Fine." Justin sighed. "I accept the nomination."

"Great! All the candidates will need to leave the room while we take votes."

Justin left the room. When he came back, he found out that the vote was 23 to 11 in his favor. Obviously, Paul was not as well liked as they'd thought.

Which was how Justin became Campus Queen and secretary of the campus chapter of the BGLA.

Sophomore year, second semester

"You know what Greg? Sometimes you're an asshole," Maurine stated. A chorus of agreements came from around the table.

"Whatever. I know you all love me," Greg replied. He glanced over at Justin. "Hey! You're not actually writing that down are you?"

"But Greg..." Justin was using his sweetest, most insincere voice. "I'm just the club secretary. My only job is to be quiet and write down what's said at the meetings," Justin said, parroting back Greg's earlier words. Then he dropped his head and pronounced each word as he wrote it. "The President then called the Treasurer an asshole, and the rest of the club officers agreed."

Greg turned bright red while everyone else laughed.

Maurine grinned. "Justin, if I weren't a lesbian, I'd totally date you."