AN: Fluff fluffity fluff fluff fluff. That's all this really is. No real spoilers, although it does include dialogue from "Let's Kill Hitler" (still doesn't spoil the main plot of the episode, though). I don't own these characters or the dialogue from "Let's Kill Hitler." Enjoy!
Rory wasn't sure about a lot of things in life.
For instance, he wasn't sure that he really had any friends when he was still in primary school. Amy and Mels were nice enough to him most of the time, but even they would forget about him every once in a while. Whether it was playing tag or hide and seek or even football, they had a tendency to go off and have their own conversations, leaving him alone on the playground or hiding in a bush, waiting to be found.
He wasn't sure if he had any chance at success. Yes, he was studying to be a nurse, but he didn't always do that well on the exams. He would get nervous, which, he felt, nurses really oughtn't to be. Besides which, while he loved nursing -he really did- he felt judged. People were always urging him to be a doctor, go to some prestigious university, make something more out of himself. He didn't particularly want to –he had no need to leave Leadworth, and, besides, why did he need to be a doctor? The thought seemed nice, yes, but it wasn't necessary. He wasn't sure he could make it there, either.
But, if there was one thing, one single, solitary notion that Rory Williams was totally and completely sure about, it was that he was madly in love with Amy Pond, and had been for God knows how long.
Of course, he'd never been brave enough to tell her, content with suppressing his feelings rather than losing her forever. He couldn't even pinpoint the moment that he fell in love with her. Usually, he'd just tell himself it had been since he'd met her, but that probably wasn't true. It was more of a gradual thing, honestly. Still, he knew that there was no one on Earth more perfect, and he wouldn't dare risk losing her.
That is, until he was forced to confront it when Mels brought it up.
It was all so innocent that afternoon. The three of them were just studying, when suddenly Mels suggested that Rory was Amy's Mr. Perfect. She was completely right, of course, but, as long as Amy didn't know, it was for the better.
"Nice thought, okay? But completely impossible." It nearly broke Rory's heart when Amy said that.
He swallowed his pride, however, and tagged on, "Yeah. Impossible."
"I'd love to. He's gorgeous."
Rory felt his heart pound.
"He's my favorite guy."
More heart pounding.
"But, he's, you know-"
"A friend," Rory finished the sentence.
"Gay." Amy, evidently, also felt the need to finish her sentence.
Rory turned to her, somewhat in shock. "I'm not gay."
Amy seemed unconvinced. "Yes, you are."
"No, I'm not." He felt somewhat confused. Well, now he knew she would never have any interest in him.
"Of course you are." Amy's conviction was faltering. "Don't be stupid. In the whole time I've known you, when have you shown the slightest interest in a girl?"
When hadn't he? Was she really that oblivious? It didn't matter if she was, though: he loved her all the more for it.
Mels laughed to herself. "Penny in the air." Oh, he could kill her right then!
Amy was still trying to make her argument. "I've known you, what, ten years? I've seen you practically every day. Name one girl you've paid the slightest bit of attention to."
Rory simply couldn't face it anymore. He had to get out of there fast, before she asked him anything else or tried to convince him that he was secretly an alien or spoke Chinese instead of English. He could accept that she might never love him, but he couldn't stand there right then. He needed time to think.
Before he knew it, he was standing outside, in her garden. Not that she did much of the planting, but, still, it was a nice garden and a good place to clear his head.
His head, however, did not seem to have any desire to be cleared, and adamantly remained fixed on what had just happened upstairs. Rory really wished he could have stayed and made his point, and maybe he would have if Mels weren't there. This was really the sort of thing that ought to be carried out in private, he thought.
Soon, he wasn't so alone. Amy had followed him out of the room: quickly, judging by the time she arrived at the door. She walked over to him much more slowly. "Rory?" she called out, her voice catching a bit. Tears were streaming down her face.
"Yeah?" He really couldn't think of anything to say to her.
"Sorry I thought you were gay." She cracked half a smile.
He laughed just a bit. "S'okay."
"I really am, though. Sorry." She stared at the ground. "I just never realized… I mean, I thought it was just you and me… being friends. It just never occurred to me that… that…" She couldn't quite finish her sentence.
Rory had waited long enough. It was out in the open now, whether he had wanted it to be or not. He had to act immediately.
He grabbed Amy by either side of the face and kissed her. Oh, God, it was everything he'd ever thought it would be. He'd imagined this moment over and over in his head, only usually it was under happier circumstances. Still, he appreciated every second that her lips interacted with his own. She obviously didn't mind, either, as she slowly wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling the two of them closer together.
When they finally had to pull away for air, he leaned his forehead against hers. Her face was still flooded with tears, but she was smiling.
"Are you okay with this?" he asked her, concerned. "I mean, are you absolutely sure?"
"I'm sure." She kissed him again, closing whatever gap may have once existed between their bodies.
Rory may not have been sure about a lot of things in his life, but he was sure that this day was going down as one of the happiest in his life.