Alright everyone, this is a re-write of this story because... well the last one just plain stunk. This one will be much better, and much more... dirty. You've been warned :P This story is raunch-tastic.

"Tamaki, why are we here?" Haruhi looked at the blond man walking in front of her, the dark hallways of the school sending shivers up her spine. Being at the school at night was… eerie. She knew they shouldn't be here, and Tamaki wouldn't tell her why he had dragged her along, instead going on one of his pointless rants he used when he didn't want to admit something.

"You'll see." He said in a sing song voice, looking over his shoulder at her and grinning knowingly.

Haruhi let out a low growl of frustration and looked out the window nervously as rain started to tink softly against the glass. Was it a storm? She couldn't help letting out a soft noise of fear and moving closer to Tamaki as they walked in the darkness.

"Don't worry, I checked the weather already. It's nothing but a little rain." Tamaki said reassuringly, looking back at her in concern. "Do you want to go back? I don't want you to be scared."

"N-no, I want to see what you brought me out here for, since… we're already this far." Haruhi said, her voice wavering slightly as she took a wary glance to the window.

Tamaki nodded and moved beside her, putting an arm around her shoulder comfortingly. "Alright, come on then. It's not much further."
Haruhi looked around as they walked past the music room and into another hallway nearby, finally stopping in front of a pair of doors that were locked, a sign hung on the handle that said 'DO NOT ENTER' in Tamaki's writing.

He took his arm from her shoulder and looked down at her, his face flushed in embarrassment before he let out a long sigh to collect himself and opened the doors for her.

Haruhi looked inside to find a large mahogany desk with parchment, a quill and several types of traditional writing instruments across its polished top, drawers lining the side with a swivel chair in front of it. Lining the walls were bookshelves on every subject, ranging from history to cooking, biology even travel books.

"W-what is this?" Haruhi looked around with wide eyes at the décor in a traditional Victorian style, large cushioned couches beside one of the bookcases, and a ladder to reach the higher books.

"When we met, you said you were looking for a quiet place to study." Tamaki said, his voice much softer than his usual brazen yelling. "So… I made you one."

Haruhi looked up at him with wide eyes in shock, looking around the room again as her face flushed with emotion. "This is all for me?"

"Yes, if you want it." He said, looking for a moment uneasy whether she'd accept it or not.

"Of course!" Haruhi said in a hitched voice. She looked down at the ground as she tried to gather her emotions, biting her lip to keep her stinging eyes from overflowing. "Thank you."

Tamaki smiled softly and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her and holding her against him comfortingly. "It's no problem, Haruhi." He ran a hand through her short brown hair. "It'll help your studies, right? Plus if things get too loud for you, you can retreat here and have a quiet moment to yourself. I know sometimes I can be loud… and not make much sense." He flushed again as he talked, his voice getting a bit higher in his embarrassment. "I know I may seem like an entirely different person sometimes… but…" He looked back down at her to see her smiling softly up to him.

"I know, don't worry about that. I'm the same way." Haruhi gave him her best smile through her tears so that he smiled back with a soft chuckle.

"We're two of a kind, huh?" He hugged her tighter, looking around the room sadly for a moment. "Haruhi." He brought her out of her arms so he could lean down to look at her with a suddenly solemn expression. "After Éclair left, I found out-"

"I know. I kind of figured this was coming at some point." Haruhi said sadly, and took a deep shaky breath. "You have to go find your mother."

Tamaki smiled warmly, holding his hand against her face and looking into her eyes with a grateful smile that she understood him so well. "I'll be back, I promise. I just… I have to do this."

Haruhi hesitated for a moment before putting her hand over his, holding it more firmly against her cheek. Tamaki's flush deepened at the unexpected touch and he suddenly looked uneasy again. "You'd better come back, or I'll hunt you down again." Haruhi said in a teasing tone, but looked up at him with sad eyes.

Tamaki chuckled in amusement and nodded. "I know you will, crazy woman." He ruffled her hair playfully before leaning down and looking her in the eyes again. "I'll call you- you still have the cell phone I got you?"

Haruhi nodded, patting her pocket to make sure it was still there.

"We'll stay in touch. Don't go eloping with anyone while I'm off, okay? And…" He hesitated for a minute. "Take care of Kyoya. He may not say it, but he needs the company."

"I'll stay right where I am and I'll take care of everyone, so don't worry. Just find your mother and hurry home." She looked up at him nervously, biting her lip as emotions rose in her, Tamaki's face so close to her own she could feel his warmth, his vanilla-scented breath against her cheeks.

She closed her eyes to gather her courage before grabbing him by the cuff and pulling him further down to kiss him passionately, Tamaki making a noise of surprise before wrapping his arms around her and returning the kiss, tightening his embrace.

They both broke the kiss with gasping breaths and red faces, staring at each other for a moment in shock that that had actually happened.

"Y-you-" Tamaki gasped in shock, bringing a hand up to his mouth in his surprise.

"Yeah, I did." Haruhi said through gasps.

"D-does that mean…?" He looked down at her with wide eyes.

"Yeah it does." She grinned wryly.

Tamaki made a sound like a man in pain, wrapping his arms around her again and hoisting her off the ground for another kiss, twirling her happily before setting her back down. "I'll be back as soon as I can, Haruhi." He whispered, running his hand through her hair affectionately. "-and when I get back, we'll discuss this matter further." He said in a deep voice that made a shiver run up Haruhi's spine.

"R-right." Haruhi said, hardly recognizing the husky tone to her own voice. Ah, but this is what Tamaki did to her- he made her feel things she had never felt before.

"Alright princess." He said in his normal flamboyant manner, kneeling down to scoop her up into his arms, relishing the girly squeak of surprise she made as she clung to him. "Let's bring you home, and your prince will find what he's looking for, and return to give you your Happily Ever After."

Haruhi flushed at the idea, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning her head against his shoulder gently, content with letting Tamaki carry her from the building and back home.