These characters do not belong to me. Also, I would like to apologize in advance. I like to write rather long and detailed fanfics so there's no really telling how many chapters there will be or if I will even make it to the end. But what I do end up posting, I really hope you all enjoy. Thanks for the support!

Chapter 1: Admitting

It had been three years since Haruhi had started her educational jouney at Ouran Academy. She had made many friends and gone on many adventures upon being accepted as an honor student. She had learned much more than she had ever expected to. Like how to be a gentleman. But, ever since the final dance during the Ouran Fair, Haruhi had been dressing as girl since now everyone knew her true identity as a female. Though, she still visited the Ouran Host Club regularly, as she had begun to have feelings for one of its members, even though he himself was completely unaware. Or at least, that's what she assumed.

She looked up at the clock on the wall. Fifteen more minutes and she was finally free for the day, then she could go to the Host Club. She drummed her fingers as she was already packing up, quietly though as not to look too overly anxious to escape. The teacher was just going on and on and on and it was actually making her tired. She honestly found it difficult to pay attention in this class sometimes.

Finally, the bell rang and she was free to go. Quick to just up, she almost tripped as she grabbed her bag and dashed for the door. She ran down the long hallways and up stairs until at last, she reached Music Room 3. She ran her fingers through her short hair real quick, making sure there were no knots, before opening the door and stepping inside.

"Welcome!" The club greeted as she walked into what felt like a fairy tale book. All the boys were dressed as prince's and they looked quite charming at that.

"Ah! Haruhi!" Tamaki said, jumping up from his seat and approaching her. "Always a pleasure having you here. Please, make yourself comfortable."

Haruhi smiled. "Alright."

"Come sit with us, Haruhi!" The Hitachiin twins said in perfect unison.

Haru gave them a dry look. "Sorry, But I have never been into your twincest act. I would sit with Honey-Senpai and Mori-S enpai first." She said, using air quotes when she said 'twincest'.

"You wanna sit with us, Haru-Chan!?" Honey asked, calling her over.

"Actually, I wanted to request someone myself this time." She said, a slight blush creeping it's way to her cheeks.

"I'm so thrilled! Come sit over here with Daddy!" Tamaki exclaimed.

"No way in hell, Senpai." Haruhi said coldly. But that only left...

Kyoya closed his laptop and smiled at her. "Don't tell me you were going to request to sit with me." He said cooly. Her cheeks reddened more. "Very well. Right this way." Kyoya led the way to his own private entertaining area and Haruhi followed as Hikaru and Tamaki stared after them with their jaws hanging open for a moment before returning to their own audience. "So what do I owe the pleasure?" Kyoya asked as he pulled her chair out for her then pushed it in before taking a seat himself.

Haruhi just stared ahead of her at him, trying to figure out how to explain her actions. What she really couldn't comprehend was why this was being so difficult for her. "I..." She started, but was still lost for words as she stared into eyes that stared back into hers, trying to find the answers himself.

"Don't tell me you've fallen for me." Kyoya said with a coy smile. Haruhi blushed even red and Kyoya was actually taken aback for a moment before recomposing himself.

"N..No way!" Said, trying to deny it. But Kyoya already had it figured out now. Without warning, and startling others around them, Kyoya suddenly jumped up from his seat and grabbed Haruhi by her wrist, pulling her out of the club room. "K-Kyoya-Senpai! Wait! Where are we going!?" Haruhi protested, but he was trying to find a private room as quickly as possible. He soon found one and pulled her inside, closing the door and placing a chair in front of it to prevent interruption. Then he pinned her to the wall. "Senpai...?" Haruhi asked, becoming slightly afraid now that she was alone with him and trapped. Her heart was pounding so hard in her chest now that she could hear drumming in her ears. She just wanted him to say something. But instead he just continued to stare into her eyes for a few minutes. It was something she had never seen in him before. A look that she could feel that he had never given to anyone else before. And before she knew what was happening, his lips were pressed against hers in a firey kiss of passion. At first, she was shocked, but then she felt as if she was melting. Melting into him and becoming just one person. His lips and tongue tasted every inch of her mouth that it could reach as his right hand moved to the small of her back, and his left hand into her hair. Haruhi on the other hand was at a loss of what to do with her own hands. First they were by her side, then just inches from his chest, and back down to her sides again. Finally, she settled for feeling his chest, which was harder than she had expected. That definitely wasn't a bad thing. She was enjoying his hard abs and muscles. She didn't even know that Kyoya had all that hiding beneath his uniform. If felt like they'd been kissing for hours when suddenly there was a loud bang on the door.

"Who's in there!? Don't make me go get the headmaster!" The booming voice yelled loudly. Kyoya pulled away from Haruhi and sighed as he looked over at the door with slight irratation.

"Well, I suppose that cuts that short. At least for the time being." He said as he walked to the door and moved the chair away to speak to the teacher who was standing outside. "I'm sorry, Mr. Uwado. It was my understanding that no one was using this classroom today."

"Oh Kyoya. I guess no one told you. I started a new club which is having its first meeting in this classroom today."

Kyoya thought for a moment. He had heard about a new club starting up. It was a club dedicated to finding worthy enough charities and causes to donate money to. "I'm sorry but you have the wrong classroom. The new charity club was signed up for room 4A in the East building. I suggest you go there, or your students will also be lost." Kyoya explained.

The teatcher thought about it for a moment and soon realized that he had made that mistake. "I'm sure glad you were in here Ootori. I would've ended up setting up here otherwise and then waited for a club that never would've shown up. So glad we have someone around here to always keep up with things."

"My pleasure, Mr. Uwado. Now if you would excuse me, I was in the middle of a very important private meeting." Kyoya said charmingly.

"Of course. Of course." The teacher said, then left. Kyoya closed the door back and replaced the chair, the turned to face Haruhi who still a very bright shade of red.

He walked towards her and gently stroked her cheek. "Now where were we?" He asked.

"Wait just a minute, Kyoya-Senpai. I..." She said, stuttering again.

"You really have fallen for me, huh?" He asked as he bent down to her eye level and continued stroking her soft cheek.

She nodded. "Y..yeah...I've never really been much intuned with my feelings. I've always just concentrated on doing well to reach my goal. But lately...I haven't been able to focus well at all. I mean, I know a good distraction every now and then is alright. And I used to have the Host Club as that healthy distraction. But ever since I've started dressing as a girl, I'm not really a part of the Host Club anymore and I have more time to let my mind wander. And most days...it wanders to you..." She explained.

Kyoya just stared at her blankly, figuring out his next move. This was an interesting turn of events. Nothing like he had expected but he couldn't say he had never hoped for. Without a word, he gently leaned in and kissed her lips, watching as her eyes bulged from his impulsiveness.

"Senpai.." Haruhi breathed when he pulled away. She was so confused. She wasn't used to having these feelings but for some reason felt a dire need to express them anyways.

"Haruhi, I've loved you since day 1." He said finally and without warning, tears she didn't even realized she was holding back, overflowed down her ivory cheeks. "It's true. From the moment I saw you, I saw you as a beautiful and intellegent woman. But Tamaki really fell for you, therefore I stepped back."

"But I can't return Tamaki-Senpai's feelings for me. I honestly see him as a dad. Always have. Ever since he started calling me his little girl. But you, Kyoya-Senpai, I see as a man. And...well...I would really like to try dating you...I've never actually dated anyone before...but I've also never felt the way I do about you for anyone else before either..." She was trying to let him know how interested she was in him without actually asking him out.

"You do realize that we can't go public with a relationship until the time is right, correct?" Kyoya asked, thinking about how Hikaru felt about her and how Tamaki might react to such news.

Haruhi smiled, feeling as if he was telling her yes. "I understand." She said, her eyes lightly up as she wiped the tears from her face.

Kyoya chuckled softly. Of course she did. "Alright well if we're going to date, then we should at least do it properly. I'll pick you up from your house once club activities come to a conclusion. I'll buy you a nice dress and we'll go out to a nice resturant for dinner tonight. Does that sound good?"

"Just don't do anything to expensive." Haruhi said, sounding like herself again.

"I'll try my best." He said, giving her one last kiss before removing the chair and returned to the club room without Haruhi, who hurried home quickly.

"I'm home!" She said as she slammed the door shut then scurried to her room with a reply after slipping out of her shoes.

"Welcome home?" Ryoji said as he watched her appear then disappear.

Haruhi's heart was still pounding. She couldn't believe this was happening as she slipped out her uniform and into something much more comfortable for the outing. It wasn't anything fancy, just a tank top and a shirt. Not that it mattered if he was going to buy her a new dress for the evening anyways. After finally catching her breath, she exited her room and went to join her father in the seating area. She still couldn't wipe the smile off of her face.

Her smiling only caused Ryoji to smile back. "Something good happen at school today, Haruhi?" He asked. Haruhi looked up at him, from where she had been looking down at the table, to really show the smile plastered on her face. There was also a sparkle in her eyes that Ryoji had never seen before. "You can tell me, Haruhi." He prodded.

Haruhi took her father's hand and placed it on her chest from where her heart was still pounding. "I did it today, Dad. I told him how I felt."

He sat stunned for a moment before asking his next question. "Told who how you felt, dear?"

"Kyoya-Senpai." She admitted. And Ryoji calmed down. Kyoya he trusted. It was Tamaki he did not.

"Kyoya, huh? And how did he respond?" He asked, picking up his tea and taking a sip.

"He's going to pick me up soon and take me out to dinner."

"Dressed like that?"

"No, he's going to buy me a dress first. Then dinner."

"Ah. Alright then. Try not to stay out too late." Ryoji requested.

Haruhi smiled softly. "I won't." She said, then there was a knock at the door and Haruhi nearly tripped for the second time that day as she jumped up and ran towards the door. Her father chuckled softy from behind her and watched as she opened the door for the tall dark haired boy. "Senpai, won't you come in for a moment."

"Certainly." He said, taking off his shoes at the door then approaching Haruhi's father. "Ranka, it's good to see you're doing well."

"Oh Kyoya! It's always good to see you. Please, won't you sit for a moment?" Ryoji said, and Kyoya gladly sat down, knowing he had nothing to fear. "So Haruhi tells me you're taking her out tonight. How exciting. I trust she's in good hands?"

"You'll have nothing to worry about. I won't keep her out late at all and I've already made special arrangements for a meal for you tonight. Courtesy of yours truly." Kyoya said.

"Oh I trust you, Kyoya. Keep her out as late as you want. It is friday after all and what's a weekend without a late night? Am I right?" Ryoji said teasingly.

"As always." Kyoya said, standing up. "Well Haruhi, are you ready to go?" He asked as he walked towards the door.

"Yup." She said as she slipped her shoes on and put her hand on the knob.

Kyoya placed his hand on the small of her back as he walked out with her. "Until later, Ranka." Kyoya said to her father before closing the door all the way.

So that marks my first chapter. I hope you like it. I'm not 100% satisfied with it but hopefully future chapters will be better. Thank you for supporting this struggling author. I won't be able to start typing chapter 2 until next week after Otakon. Hope to see some of you there! Even if we don't know that we're seeing each other. But I'll go ahead and tell you in case you're still reading my rambling. Friday I will be dressed as a sexy female Kyo Sohma with glasses (I need them to see) Saturday I will just be a random fangirl with a blue vest with tons of buttons on it, and Sunday I will be a random Akatsuki member with a Sand Village headband on (no scratch through the middle but it's authentic) My glasses are purple. So if you by chance see me, don't be afraid to ask me for a picture of mention my fanfic. Again, thanks for reading my rambling!