A/N I think I've been inspired by some Faberry fics. Hm. I was going to write some straight-up Cori, but then this popped into my head.

"It's funny... I used to have the biggest crush on you."

I look up from my drink in shock, setting the glass down hastily. "What?"

"All through freshman and sophomore year. You never noticed? Really?"

It's like she's trying to make me feel bad about it, even if I had been with Beck at the time. "Cat, this is your bachelorette party. Do you really want to be talking about this now?"

She pouts at me and I'm feeling guilty. I didn't do anything wrong for once, but I can't help it. Those big brown eyes just make you feel like pudding. One wouldn't think that Cat could still look as adorable at twenty-four as she did at sixteen, but she manages it. Her hair's not cupcake red anymore since her manager has issues, but she's still as sweet-looking as ever. If I was not in a monogamous relationship at the moment (you don't know the guy) and repeatedly reassuring myself of my strong sexual preference for males, I might be very tempted. Might. "C'mon, Jadey! It's my last night as a single lady. Please?" She's had half a drink and she's either so wasted, pretending, or she can't tell the difference.

"We're getting a stripper in half an hour. Uh... you can kiss her as much as you like."

Cat shakes her head. "Nah, I don't think it works like that... Please?"

"Tori's going to kill me," I tell her frankly. Cat totally knows that I'm going to get the lion's share of the yelling if her soon-to-be wife finds out. Rolling my eyes, I shrug to let her know I'll do it.

Smiling at me seductively, she crawls off of her beanbag and straddles me. I really don't want to tell her that I'm getting ridiculously turned on right now. Legitimately, I gulp and look up at her hooded eyes. It's not difficult to see why Tori always looks so damn happy in the morning.

Are those my hands fondling her breasts? Under the shirt? Yes. Yes, they are. They're warm, and smooth, and she's not wearing a bra, and what the hell am I doing? She giggles and simply brushes her lips against mine once. Tease. Narrowing my eyes, I move one hand to the back of her head and bring it closer to mine.

It's Cat, so of course she surprises me by nipping at my upper lip and sucking on it. Struggling not to end up with crossed eyes, I look into her eyes and bite at her bottom lip. A mirthful sigh comes from the back of her throat, and her hands are cupping my cheeks. She's a damn good kisser, I can tell. Such a tease, but she never leaves me tempted for too long. Her tongue snakes into my mouth and for the slightest moment touches mine. I squeeze the breast still in my hand and graze a finger against the nipple. She moans and- and- My breathing heightens in pace and I've almost forgotten that this is Tori's girl and I have a boyfriend and this is so not good.

She senses the shift in mood and pulls back. "Something wrong?"

My hand slides from the back of her head and lies loosely at my side. "Not now. If you'd asked another time, maybe years ago..."

Eyebrows furrowed, I can tell she's hurt by my words. "But you always had a boyfriend..."

This is true. It was one boy after another. I never cheated on any of them, but I had a lot of guys interested after I broke up with Beck. None of them lasted for longer than a couple of months (except for this guy I'm with now and the guy who took me to prom), but there really was always someone. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Even though I probably wouldn't say no to a good roll in the hay right now, I really love Tori." She grins cheekily, kisses me one more time on the lips, and rolls next to me.

"Nobody hears about this."

She snorts. "That goes without saying."

We just lie in silence for a moment. "I never thought we'd end up like this. Any of us."

Her head rotates to face mine. "What?"

"You know. You being the Broadway star, with Tori Fucking Vega as your popstar wife."

"You're a director."

I nod once, which is difficult when one's head is resting on a beanbag. "Yes, I know. Director slash producer slash actor slash singer... I thought it would be you who couldn't decide what you wanted."

Cat purses her lips together. "I'm proud of you."

"Is that supposed to be helpful? You're not my mom." We've always had this rapport, really. She knows I'm never being mean.

"I'm better than your mother. I'm your gay best friend!"

I raise an eyebrow. "I thought the stereotype only works for gay guys..."

"Ah, nope! I'm just that sparkly."

One of those rare smiles makes its home on my face. I have no idea what the hell she's talking about, but I have the best friend in the world. "Tori's a lucky girl."

The doorbell peals. I hate that doorbell. It used to be just an annoying series of chimes, but Cat brought Robbie over one day and he decided to "fix" it. Uh huh. Yeah. If anybody wants a house with a doorbell that sounds more dissonant and creepier than the theme to Psycho, name your price!

"There's no luck about it, Jade," Cat says, rising to get the door. Wiggling her butt deliberately, she tells me loudly as she fiddles with the lock, "Just think, you could have had this if you'd been less grumpy-pants oblivious." She's kidding, actually. Even before she admitted that she had that crush on me today, we've made jokes like this.

"Turn the handle left."

She does so. "I know what to do!"

"No you don't." I'm going to miss having her as a roommate. What the hell am I going to do with myself without her? I see my social future; it's as a third wheel in CatandTori with Jade. It really is almost like we're breaking up, with her going into the wonderful world of marriage. Tori really is such a lucky little bitch. If she messes with my Cat, she's so not worth my time.