This was originally requested as an AU teen Rizzles (by an Anon tumblr ask), but I don't really do teen stuff, so this is college-age and only because this exact scenario just kinda popped into my head.

For the purposes of this story, we're going to assume that Frankie and Maura, a sophomore and a senior respectively, attend the same university in Boston, but one too far from the Rizzoli residence for him to commute every day. Specific details really don't matter. Seriously. They don't. And casualbarnowl on tumblr approved of this note...as well as this fic.

The week before Thanksgiving

"Ma, can I bring a friend from school home for Thanksgiving?" Frankie asked almost immediately after his mother answered the phone.

Angela replied, "Well of course, but doesn't he have family to spend the holiday with?"

"She said her parents will be out of the country, so I thought maybe I could ask her if she wanted to come home with me," Frankie explained.

"She? Frankie, have you got yourself a girlfriend?" Angela shrieked.

In the background Frankie heard Jane yell, "He won't if he brings her home, Ma. You'll scare her off!"

"Hush, Janie! Get outta here," Angela said loudly to her oldest child.

"Ma, she's not really my girlfriend," Frankie said quietly.

"Well then, we'll have to work on that, won't we?" Angela laughed. "Bring her home, that's fine. And bring home your laundry. I know you probably haven't done any in two weeks at least."

The day before Thanksgiving

Frankie quietly opened the door to his mother's house, trying to avoid being bombarded by the loud, Italian-American woman. As soon as he and his friend Maura stepped inside and Frankie closed the door, Jane was coming down the steps.

"Oh shit, Frankie. Your not-girlfriend is pretty hot," Jane exclaimed as she reached the bottom step, winking at the petite, well-dressed honey blonde standing next to her younger brother.

"E-Excuse me?" Maura replied, eyes wide.

"She's kidding," Frankie said, looking at Maura.

Jane smirked and stuck out her hand to shake the blonde's. "Not about the hot part. I'm Jane. Ma thought Frankie was bringing home a girlfriend."

Maura swallowed noticeably and gave her an awkward smile as she grasped the proffered hand and shook it firmly. "Oh, well Frankie and I are only friends, I assure you. I'm Maura." When Jane grinned widely, her dimples popping, Maura felt as if the wind was being knocked out of her. Her stomach was suddenly in knots because of this tall, beautiful, yet crass woman.

The disappointed look on Frankie's face, however, didn't go unnoticed by Jane. Totally crushing hard, Jane knew.

"You're probably too good for my loser little brother anyway," she replied, punching Frankie lightly in the arm. She looked to Maura. "I can grab your stuff. You're sleeping in my room anyway."

"Why you gotta be such a jerk, Janie?" Frankie grumbled.

"Ah, c'mon. You know I'm just kidding. Maura would be lucky to date you," she said, winking again at Maura.

The knots in Maura's stomach tightened. She liked Frankie a lot, and she knew he could very well be a good boyfriend, but she couldn't force attraction and she didn't have the heart to tell him just yet that she identified primarily as a lesbian. His older sister, on the other hand, made her nervous in the best way possible. Realizing Jane had asked for her valises, she startled out of her brief reverie and quietly said, "I can carry everything. It's fine."

"My Ma would kill me if I made you carry it all." She grinned again. "Better hand it over if you want me to stay alive."

Maura couldn't help but return the smile. "Well then, I certainly wouldn't want any deaths this weekend." She handed her bags over to Frankie's sister.

Just then, Angela Rizzoli hurried into the small foyer, a spatula in her hand, almost close enough to pull the blonde into a quick hug. "God, Frankie, she's gorgeous!"

"Ma, stop," Jane said quickly, throwing out her hand to stop her mother after noticing Maura tense up out of the corner of her eye.

Frankie groaned, smacking his hand over his face.

Angela stood where her daughter had stopped her and smiled. "Welcome, honey. I'm glad you're here," she said warmly.

Maura relaxed. "Thank you for allowing me to be here."

"Our pleasure. Glad Frankie's making some friends at school," Angela replied quietly. The older woman then turned to her son. "You come do dishes while I finish up baking these pies."

"Can't I at least put my stuff in my room?"

"Hurry up!" she said, turning on her heel and heading back into the kitchen.

"Alright, let's go upstairs," Jane said, turning back toward the stairs. Maura dutifully followed Jane and Frankie followed behind his friend, with Jane and Frankie each going to their own rooms.

"You and Frankie really aren't dating?" Jane asked, lifting an eyebrow, setting Maura's stuff beside her bed before sitting on the end of the bed.

"Oh no, definitely not," Maura quickly refuted. "He's very nice, but he's not really my type."

Jane laughed. "God, don't tell him that. It'll break his heart."

"Frankie likes me?" Maura asked.

"Really?" Jane asked. "You can't tell?"

"I receive a lot of attention from men," Maura said softly, as she decided to sit beside the brunette. "So much so that I typically just tune it out."

"Me too. It sucks, especially when they find out I'm in the police academy. Get lots of comments about using handcuffs." Jane laughed, looking over at Maura. "So if Frankie isn't your type, what exactly isyour type?"

"You," Maura blurted out. She then gasped, eyes wide, as she put her hand over her mouth. Her face turned red. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to say that!"

Jane snickered. "Well, what did you mean to say?"

Maura hesitated a moment, unsure if she should really divulge this information so quickly after meeting her friend's sister. For some reason she felt that Jane could be trusted. "I typically identify as a five on the Kinsey scale," Maura said quietly.

After a moment, Jane confessed, "Okay, I have no idea what that is."

"The Kinsey scale is a heterosexual-homosexual rating scale from zero to six, with zero being exclusively heterosexual and six being exclusively homosexual," Maura explained.

Jane smirked at her for a moment before speaking. "A five. So…you're a lesbian?"

Maura nodded.

"But I guess a five would mean," Jane replied, then paused for a moment while thinking, "that you wouldn't entirely rule out men?"

"Something like that, yes," Maura agreed.

"Oh, this is priceless," Jane replied, laughing while she fell back on the bed.

"I'm not sure why you're laughing. How could you possibly find it amusing that I'm a lesbian?" Maura replied indignantly, standing up and turning around to face the brunette who was still laughing on the bed.

Immediately Jane sobered and propped herself up on her elbows to look at the petite woman before her, who had her hands on her hips and was glaring. "No, I don't mean it like that. It's just…Frankie brings home a girl he thinks he has a chance with and has no idea she's a lesbian."

Some of the anger faded from Maura's demeanor. "I'm still not sure why you find that funny."

"Because the only Rizzoli you'd date is me," Jane replied, resuming her laughter.

"Well I don't think I would unless—"

"A total six," Jane explained.

"I'm sorry?" Maura replied, her brow furrowing.

"On that scale thing. I'm a six." Jane smirked again.

Maura felt as if her heart had leapt into her throat, even though she knew it wasn't at all possible. The weekend had certainly just gotten a whole lot more interesting.

Please tell me what you think. If I do continue this, it'll be quite short...definitely under five chapters, but probably only three.