I decided to take a break from a story I'm working on and this was created! I'm not sure if it should be a oneshot or not, unless you guys would like it to continue I'm going to make it one. Please R&R, and enjoy the fluff! Oh, and Disclamer: I do not own the characters of Bleach, all rights go to Tite Kubo. Though I wouldn't mind owning Uryū.

Orihime watched the door nervously. The hope of seeing him was the only reason she had agreed to attend this dance, and after a half hour he still hadn't appeared. Then again, it really wasn't like him to attend social events she thought, smiling at his anti-social personality. Just then the door swung open, and Orihime ran happily toward it. "I'm so glad you could make it I-" She cut off at the sight of the couple walking through the door. "Oh, hello Kurosaki-kun, Kuchiki-san."

"Hey Orihime!" Called Rukia, beaming on Ichigo's arm. "Wow, it looks like everyone's here!" she said, scanning the room full of shinigami and humans alike.

"Everyone except the sewing freak." said Ichigo. Before Orihime got a chance to respond, he pulled his arm from Rukia's embrace and pulled the little shinigami close. "Shall we dance?" he muttered. "If you made me come here we might as well." Rukia smiled at him, and allowed herself to be pulled away.

Orihime watched them go with only a slight sadness. The sight of Ichigo with Rukia would have sent her into tears a few short weeks ago, but after the war with the arrancar she had changed. Now the orange haired boy was no longer the one for her. Instead her affection belonged to… Her thoughts were cut off as the door swung open once more, knocking her down in the process.

"Oww…" she said, rubbing her shoulder ruefully.

"Inoue-san! Are you alright?" Orhime had to hold back a cry of delight as she identified the voice questioning her. She smiled.

"I'm fine Ishida-kun!" She said brightly, turning to the quincy as she spoke. Uryū had on a powder blue suit with a black tie, and she was pleased to see her white and blue dress matched as well as she had hoped.

"You're sure?" Uryū asked, gently taking her arm and helping her up. Trying not to blush at the contact, Orhihime nodded. Looking relived, Uryū released her and walked off to greet the others. To her embarrassment, Orhihime realized she was staring at his retreating back. Shaking her head she moved off to talk with Byakuya, who was watching the dancing with a disapproving look.

"Why aren't you dancing Kuchiki-san?" she asked, swaying back and forth to the music.

Byakuya glanced down at her, eyebrows raised. "Me? Dance? No thank you. I'm not even sure why Rangiku dragged me here." He added, looking to where the shinigami in question was twirling around a very surprised looking Gin.

"Oh, that's simple!" Said Orihime, oblivious to the ruin she was about to cause.

"It is?"

"Yes! She told me yesterday she brought you here so you could 'finally ask Renji to look past the hair clips and realize you were a man, and the one of his dreams'. Or something like that!"

Byakuya looked taken aback, and then furious. "How dare she! I am not… Why would she think… I would never like a man, much less Renji!" He spluttered out. "Rangiku! I need to speak with you!" The "petal prince" as Ichigo had secretly nicknamed him stalked off to defend his honor.

Meanwhile, Orhihime turned. Where had he disappeared to? Tonight would be the night she would finally confess her feelings, the night she finally told Ishida she loved him.

"I-Inoue-san?" Orihime spun, finding that Uryū had been standing behind her. His face was bright red, and he was pushing up his glasses frantically.

"Yes Ishida-kun?"

"Would you…" He pushed up his glasses with a gulp. "Would you like to dance?"

Orihime froze. As the question filtered through her mind, she slowly smiled. "Sure Ishida-kun! Sounds great." Blushing even more, Uryū smiled back. "Let's wait for a good song though!" Orihime added, displeased with the fast song playing in the background.

"Um… Alright." Said Uryū, thinking frantically as he did. I don't belive she actually said yes! Why can't I just tell her how I feel? He knew the answer to that though. If she rejected him for Ichigo his pride might not be able to stand it. 'Pride of the Quincy'? What if she ends up with Ichigo? How will that affect my pride?

A slow song began to play, and Orihime squealed. "I love this song!" she said, taking Uryū's arm and heading for the dance floor.

Holding her at arm's length, he began to dance. To his surprise, she slowly closed the gap between them until his arms were wrapped around her waist and back, and she was doing the same to him. This can't be happening… He thought to himself. Looking up, he saw Ichigo staring at the pair with a stunned expression, ignoring Rukia's attempts to speak with him. Uryū smirked at the dumbfounded strawberry. I guess it really is.

"Did you say something Ishida-kun?" asked Orihime, pulling away slightly to look up at him.

Did I say that out loud? "Erm, no Orihime, I don't belive so."

"Oh." She moved close again, and said, "You know, you're a great dancer."

"Thank you Inoue-san." Uryū said, pushing up his glasses to disguise the hopeful look in his eyes.

"Ishida-kun?" Murmured the flower princess.

"Yes Inoue-san?"

"Well, we've been through a lot together, and I need to know two things."
"Anything." Replied Uryū, though a part of him was disgusted by how obviously in love he seemed.

"Do you like Kuchiki-san?"

Ishida burst out laughing, earning him some odd looks from the surrounding people. "No, I don't like Kuchiki-san. What on Earth gave you that idea?"

"Well… That dress you made her was really pretty…." Said Orihime, looking at her feet.

"Did you not like your shirt? I can make you a dress if you would like one, it's really no trouble."

"Nono, It's fine." Said Orihime, looking relived. That had been weighing on her for a few weeks now, and she was glad he didn't like Rukia. "Well, if that's the case….Would you call me Orihime? We've been through a lot, and I'd like you too."
Ishida's face went pale, and then a blush crept across it. "I'd be honored to address you by your given name Inoue… Orihime. But I must insist on one thing."

Smiling brightly, Orihime asked "What?"

"That you call me Uryū." He said, pushing up his glasses and turning his head away.

"O…okay Uryū!" Said a stunned Orihime. This was going better than she had hoped!

Far too quickly, the song ended. "Well," said Uryū, pulling away, "That was enjoyable."

Watching him walk away, Orihime couldn't bear it. "Wait, Uryū!"

Turning, the quincy looked at her. "Yes?"

"Would you… would you like to leave here?" Seeing the puzzled look on his face, she desperately continued "I mean with me." Realizing that that wasn't much better, she added "To go eat or something?"

Ishida nearly fainted. Orihime was very bad for people with low blood pressure he thought, even as she hurried over to him. "I'd love to In-Orihime."

"Great! I know a great place!" Said Orihime, grabbing Uryū's hand and heading for the door. Scared at the thought of food Orihime would enjoy, Uryū began to question his decision to go along with her.

"It's right down the road, not a far walk at all!" Said Orihime.

"Where is this?" Uryū asked, dreading the answer.

"It's just an icecream shop! C'mon, it'll be fun!"

"Fun indeed…" said Uryū under his breath. For once, he was thankful he had gone to a dance.