For now

Jaune was mulling things over as he walked the halls, moving towards class...

Then during class...

Honestly, he wasn't sure what he wanted to do. The thing is, he knew at some level that Yang was just being the "caring older sister", but for the whole harem. She didn't like Pyrrha being sad. But at the same time, he also liked to think he knew Yang pretty well at this point, and he knew that she was putting the good of others over herself.

He didn't want either of them to be hurt. Hell, he didn't want any of his girls to be hurt. It was really throwing him off.

"Mr. Arc?" a voice suddenly called out, breaking him from his stupor. He looked around. He realized he was now in class alone. Or, almost alone. Glynda was still at the front of the class, looking at him quizzically. "Is there an issue?"

Jaune let out a sigh

"Sorry... I'll just..."

He stood, and began walking off, before stopping.

"Can I ask you something?"

Glynda looked at him from over her glasses, then gave him a warm smile.

"What kind of teacher would I be if I said 'no'?"

"This isn't a teacher question... Mask off."

"Ah. It's one of THOSE questions. I see. How can I help you, master?"

"So... let's say that you have two people you really care about. And you don't want to hurt either of them but you kinda have to hurt one of them... what do you do?"

Glynda crossed her arms, contemplating.

"And why would you *have* to hurt one of them? Is there not a way to prevent that?"

Jaune let out a sigh.

"Not without drawing attention to myself. The bad kind of attention, if you catch my meaning."

"Ozpin..." she added "I see. But I feel myself compelled to ask... do you feel this would give him any more reason to be suspicious than he already is?"

Jaune looked confused.

"Master, let me state something that may be above my station, but that I feel I must state anyway. Imagine you are a normal student instead of my Master, and you are taking one of my exams. You didn't study, you didn't practice, you know nothing. You're already in trouble, are you not? So what do you do?"

"I.... guess?"

"Exactly. Because what does guessing do? Well, it doesn't help you actually learn the content. It doesn't make your actual application any better. But it allows you the possibility of getting answers right, of passing the test, without making me aware that you didn't study. What you DON'T do is cause a scene. You don't come up and beg me for a retest. You don't make excuses."

"So what you're saying is... as long as it doesn't make him any MORE suspicious... or at least, only confirms what he already believes..."

"Then it shouldn't cause anything cataclysmic. He already knows something is going on. He just doesn't know the true extent. You're free to have fun - but don't go bending me over a lunchroom table and claiming my ass... despite how hot that might sound" she said with a mischievous giggle.

"Thanks, Glynda" he replied with a smile, before instinctively giving her a quick peck on the lips, then immediately turning on his heel and bolting.

...Leaving Glynda there with a stunned look on her face, as she touched her lips, a rose color quickly blazing across her cheeks.