Disclaimer: Don't own them or anything else in the world…not even the shirt on my back (I think if you want to get technical, my mom owns it)

A/N: Yes, I know I have another fic going on but I'm trying to multitask 'cause I just had this idea and I'm in love with it so just flow with me. The song's represent the feelings and this will progress, I'm thinking it will be a 10 or 11 part thing so heads up. I'll include the song title at the beginning of each part for those who want to hear it.

Rating: PG-13 I 'spose

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Prologue:

Ashley walked out onto the stage, her heels clicking hollowly on the wood. Her hands, trembling only moments before when she'd been hidden behind stage, calmly set down her bottle of water next to the drumset before firmly grasping the microphone. She cleared her throat once, twice, then brought her lips to the microphone.

"Hey guys," her voice came out, breathy and low, "my name is Ashley and this show is a bunch of covers that just tell a story. It's my story…the story…of love."

Her words boomed out like a melody, echoing in the crowded club. She'd played some of her own songs already but this was the first time she'd actually spoken to the audience. This was, for her at least, the beginning of her show and she was unbelievably nervous. She knew she was out there somewhere, watching her….

As the music started up, Ashley smiled, pulling the mic back a little, bringing it to her as she rocked back on her heels, dancing to the tune, her lips opening, "Hey girl-"

A/N: Song is Knock Three Times by Tony Orlando.

Part One: Knock Three Times

Hey girl what ya doin' down there
Dancin' alone every night while I live right above you?
I can hear your music playin'
I can feel your body swayin'
One floor below me you don't even know me
I love you

Ashley opened her door to find Spencer standing on her marble steps, rain soaking through her baby blue polo and making her white cargo capris stick to her legs in what Ashley considered a very appealing way. As Glen drove away, no doubt headed to Madison's house, Ashley's dark brown eyes took note of Spencer's adorable pink thong-er…Ashley's eyes snapped back up to Spencer's eyes as she plastered a smile over the 'ohmigod' face she'd been making.

Oh, my darling
Knock three times on the ceiling if you want me
Twice on the pipe if the answer is no
Oh, my sweetness
Means you'll meet me in the hallway
Mmm, twice on the pipe means you ain't gonna show

"H-hey," Spencer shivered as the words warbled out through chattering teeth, it was colder outside than she had anticipated.

"Girl, are you crazy? Get in here!"

Ashley moved out of the doorway and Spencer rushed in, grateful for the warmth that immediately greeted her. She turned to Ashley, opening her mouth to speak just as Ashley raised a finger, obviously saying 'no' as she shook the offending digit. Looking to Spencer, Ashley quickly spilled out her own words, giving the younger girl no chance to protest.

"No; you need to change," as much as I love you in see-thru pants, she wanted to add.

If you look out your window tonight
Pull in the string with the note that's attached to my heart
Read how many times I saw you
How in my silence I adored you
And only in my dreams did that wall between us come apart

A shiver passed through Ashley, settling warm and fuzzy in the deep of her belly. She grabbed Spencer's hand, the touch more electric than usual, and began to march up the stairs, dragging Spencer with her. They were at the first landing now and Ashley headed up the right set of stairs that split off from there. Her sock-coated feet thumped softly on the expensive rug below her, barely noticing Spencer's protests.

"Ashley…"

"Much as I love the cute, wet puppy dog look – what was so important? I mean, I was going to see you tonight at the party."

Oh, my darling
Knock three times on the ceiling if you want me
Twice on the pipe if the answer is no
Oh, my sweetness
Means you'll meet me in the hallway
Twice on the pipe means you ain't gonna show

Ashley was in her own world, not hearing Spencer say her name. The other girl's words didn't register in her mind, she was too busy thinking of how to get her dry and out of those clothes – in a non-dirty, sex-you-up way, she reminded herself- before she caught pneumonia. After all, she did eventually want to be involved with this girl and it would do no good for her to die of disease first. No good at all.

"This," Spencer tugged urgently on Ashley's hand, forcing the other girl to turn around.

"Hey! No need to yank my arm of-" Ashley's protests were muffled by Spencer's lips.

Ashley felt her knees go weak. Where did that come from? Spencer continued kissing her, gingerly extending the tip of her tongue, begging entrance to the warm cavern of Ashley's mouth. Eagerly, her lips parted, allowing entrance to the pink muscle currently massaging her own tongue. Hmm, thought Ashley…she tastes like strawberries. Eventually, Spencer pulled back, her eyes looking deeply into Ashley's.

Read how many times I saw you
How in my silence I adored you
And only in my dreams did that wall between us come apart

"Be mine?"

It was simple and succinct and all that Ashley had never dreamed of.

"Already am."

It was simple and succinct and all that Spencer had.

"Oh, my darling
Knock three times on the ceiling if you want me
Twice on the pipe if the answer is no
Oh, my sweetness
Means you'll meet me in the hallway
Mmm, twice on the pipe means you ain't gonna show"

Ashley grinned, somehow music always made her giddy. It pumped her up, made her soar and feel like nothing would ever bring her down. Only one other thing had ever done that. As the music faded out, Ashley looked out amongst the attentive and excited crowd. She lived for the look on their faces, she was performing perfectly…on key, on pitch, on time, on IT. And she knew, as her eyes scanned the crowd expectantly, she knew that she was watching…