Ana's P.O.V

It's been two days since that god awful interview with Christian Grey. I was lucky to escape that place alive after that 'gay' question I asked him. Damn I'm bored. As if she had been listening in on my thoughts, Kate sweeps into the living room with a face splitting grin on her face. "Steele, you know you love me?" She asks sweetly, looking at me with her huge puppy dog eyes. "Do I?" I respond, attempting and failing to keep a straight face.

"Well I was hoping we could go to the club downtown. It sounds like loads of fun but I don't wanna go without you so can you come?" She says quickly, jutting out her bottom lip like a child. "Sure why not?" I giggle, there's no way I'm sitting on my ass the ENTIRE weekend doing nothing. "But why? It'll be—Wait you said yes?" She looks at me in disbelief.

"Yes I'm coming, I might as well do SOMETHING to keep me occupied." I chuckle at the obvious look of shock on her face. I get up and shut the TV off before looking at her. "Well lets go get ready, I need to pick out something to wear." I state. "Way ahead of you." She smiles with excitement burning in her eyes.

Christian's P.O.V

"Elliot for the last time NO!" I grumble, not even looking up from my laptop as I pretend to work on something. "Aw come on Christian… You can't say no." He whines. Christ doesn't he get the point? "Yes I can and I just did now will you please drop it?" I say, standing my ground. "Alright then, you can go and look after our Great Aunt Betty. Mom and Dad are working late tonight you know." He murmurs petulantly. Shit. Shit shit shit. I care about my family but Betty is nothing but trouble.

She's all touchy feely and it makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand straight up. "Fine. Two hours in that hell hole then I'm out of there." I growl, frowning up at him as he grins mockingly at me. "Great, now off you go, get changed and I'll wait here." He smiles. Damn it tonight's going to be a fucking nightmare. College students getting drunk out of their fucking minds, sucking each other's faces off and upchucking on the damn floor.

Elliot had spent the past half hour telling me about this stupid little club which is supposed to be "filled with hot chicks." I swear to God he'll fuck anything with a pulse.

I'd rather think of ways to talk to little Miss. Steele. God she was so adorable. I get up and walk towards the door before looking over at Elliot "You SO owe me for this."

An Hour Later…

I can feel the thumping of the music all the way outside of the club. I now realize the reason why I never bothered with this sort of shit. I'm starting to pity myself. This is not good. Maybe once Elliot starts searching for a girl to fuck I can make my escape. No… He'll never let me hear the end of that.

"Name?" The large bodyguard asks gruffly, squinting his eyes as he stares at us impassively. "This guy is built like a fucking brick wall." Elliot murmurs to me. I have to stifle a laugh by coughing. "Christian & Elliot Grey," I reply, narrowing his eyes as he flinches slightly, unhooking the rope and extending his hand towards the open door. "This way. Have a nice evening," he mutters as we nod and walk in, greeted by bright multicolour lights with 'Hot Right Now' blaring in the background.

I'm about to stroll off to get us some drinks, I'm gonna need it if I have any chance of getting out alive, but suddenly the huge screen at the other end of the room lights up with huge bright letters reading "FOAM IN 00:59:59… 00:59:58…" What the hell? "Elliot what the fuck did you drag me into?"

"Sorry bro, guess I forgot." He grins sneakily. Fucker. I shake my head and I scan the room. I'm about to consider calling Taylor but a familiar face dressed in a mango and baby pink chiffon mini dress with matching heels catches my eye. Oh Miss. Steele… Who knew you were a party girl? Dancing with her is a tall blonde girl who looks the same age, dressed in a matching blue and silver chiffon mini dress. I take it that she is the Tenacious Kavanagh. Yes I am definitely glad that it was the delectable Anastasia. After Elena I don't think I could even look at another blonde in that way.

As they spin around on the dance floor, she notices me. Her jaw drops open and her eyes widen in surprise. I grin my 100 megawatt smile and wave lightly at her. She gives me a small smile back and returns the wave before flushing, nudging Miss. Kavanagh and pointing at me before bursting into a fit of giggles.

Forgetting I am here simply to accompany my brother, walk over to the two. "Miss. Steele." I smile at her, holding out my hand for her. "Uh.. Mr. Grey." She murmurs so quietly I can barely hear her over the music. As she places her small soft hand in mine I suddenly yank her forwards and grip her in my arms, twirling her around the floor. I smirk as my brother looks at me in complete shock mouthing "You're Straight?" as he pulls Katherine close to him as well. "Yes." I mouth back. There. Christian Grey is straight. Not some sad repressed lonely celibate gay that my family has always thought I was.

As I look down at her and smile I notice I can see right down her dress. Damn… I hope Welch hasn't fucked up on the whole boyfriend thing. By the end of the night Anastasia will be mine! I swear it.

A/N: - I hope you've all enjoyed part one of this two-shot (It might be extended beyond that depending on how much you guys like it which I hope you do!) I have had this Idea for ages but never really bothered writing it but it's here now! If you are wondering about my unbelievably short one-shot "Just To Let You Know" I am being really indecisive on whether to continue it or not, it depends on whether I have the time to so we'll see.

CS xoxo