A/N: This is the first fanfic I ever write so please be patient with me. I do ask whoever read this to review it and if you want you can rip me apart, every kind of comment is constructive to me.

Disclaimer: This whole thing is a product of my overactive imagination and I do not know Colin, Bradley, Katie or any other of the Merlin cast because if I did I would be dead by now.

Colin's point of view

"So... Dinner alone?" Katie said still facing her mug of coffee. She looked down with a smile on her face since he told her ten minutes ago that Bradley had invited him for lunch.

"I dunno."

Katie finally looked up, an eyebrow raised and her smile gone. "Do you really not know or you just don't want to tell me?"

"I don't know. He didn't tell, he just said he would pick me up at eight o'clock." Colin sipped from his cuppa of herbal tea, trying to cover the faint blush creeping over his cheeks.

A knowing smile was spreading across her face when he saw him blush. "Let's pretend you don't know..."

"I don't, Katie" Colin interjected.

"How would you feel if he invited more people? Because he invited Georgia and me as well," she continued as if Colin had never interrupted her. His face was probably that of disappointment and sadness for she laughed. "Oh, Colin, you should have seen your face!"

He crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for her to get a hold on herself and stop laughing. Of course it took some time since every time her laughter started to subside she would look at his straight face and start laughing again. Colin was mentally cursing himself for telling Katie, but he was so excited when Bradley called him to invite him that he had to tell someone. Not everyone knew, of course, that he fancied Bradley only Katie. And not because he wanted to, but because she had managed to make him talk while filming the second season of Merlin.

"Are you done laughing at me?" Her laughter had subsided mostly and she was now wiping her tears away.

"I think I am." She stopped entirely now and looked at Merlin seriously. "But you did have a face of utter disappointment, Colin; it was rather endearing." She cleared her throat when he saw his desire to kill her then and there. "So did he tell you where you two would be going?"

"Apparently he wants to cook for me," Colin said with a look of amusement in his face. He knew Bradley cooked; after all he had made him ice cream a few years back, but for some reason no matter how much his mussed the thought over in his mind, he could not believe Bradley had offered to cook for him.

"Bradley offered to cook?" Both of her eyebrows were raised and her mouth was slightly agape. "You must be more special to him than I thought," she said once she had recovered from the shock.

"He is probably just being friendly."

Katie murmured something that sounded very much like 'whatever helps you sleep at night'. "For the sake of your sanity I'll pretend he is indeed being nothing more than friendly."

"Why for the sake for my sanity?"

"Never mind. Do you know are you going to wear?"

"No, remember I ringed you to tell you about it when you proposed coming here to talk about it. I had no time to think just what I might wear."

"Let's go to your house to pick your wardrobe then." They finished their respective drinks before standing up and leaving a few notes on the table, enough to cover for the drinks and for a big tip.

The moment they were in Colin's flat Katie immediately went to his bedroom, not waiting for him to lead the way.

"Would you like a glass of water or tea? Or anything else?" Colin called over his shoulder whilst he made his way to the kitchen.

"No, thanks!"

Colin sighed when he heard rummaging around. 'She's probably throwing every single clothing item that is not deem enough for the date on the floor. No, it was not a date but an appointment. Yes, that's it.' He grabbed a glass from the cupboard and served himself cold water before going up the stairs to his bedroom. 'Just as I suspected...' He bent down to pick a shirt he ironed the night before, from the last step.

"Colin where is that grey and white plaid shirt?" she asked when he entered the room.

"Er, not sure. I think it's not clean, though."

"Well if you want to look stunning you should probably wash it." Katie probably saw the look of confusion in his face because she explained herself. "That shirt really compliments your eyes because it makes the colour of your eyes pop out and you barely even use it."

Colin was unsure of what to say so he just mumbled a quick 'thanks'.

"Colin?"

"Yeah?"

"What are you still doing standing there? Go wash it and let's hope it get's dry before your date. Meanwhile I'll look for a shirt in case it doesn't dry."

He was about to reply that they it was not a date when his phone rang. It was none other than Bradley.

"By the look on your face I'm guessing it's him?"

'Do I really get some sort of look on my face when I talk about him?' He thought answering the phone.

"Hello?"

"Colin! Hey, mate, dinner is still on tonight, right?"

"Put it on speaker! I want to know what he is saying." Katie was whispering and trying to get Colin's attention, who was ignoring her.

"Of course." He said turning his back to Katie and smiling, not wanting to give her another reason to bother her with.

"Great. See you at eight then." Bradley hung up and Colin placed his phone in his back pocket.

"What did he said?"

"He just wanted to know if we still were on for tonight."

"He is worried his date might back down, that's so sweet of him!"

"It's not a.."

"Shirt. Now." He sighed turning to the door and going to the laundry room to look for the sodding grey shirt.

It wasn't until Colin found the grey shirt and washed and dried it that Katie left.

"My mission is complete. Now it's up to you to get in his pants," she winked at him before laughing at his blushed face and leaving.

He checked the clock on the mantel. 7:16 pm. He ran to his bathroom, taking a not so long shower before changing into clothes Katie had picked out for him. 'I have to admit that this shirt does make my eyes pop' he thought as he checked his looks on the mirror. Once he stopped admiring himself and thanking Katie for her excellent choice in wardrobe, he went to wash his teeth. He then tried several hairdos before stopping himself when a voice inside his head told him he was primping for his date. I am definitely not primping, nor is this a date. Checking the time in his phone he thought he had taken longer than expected. 7:59. Deciding there was no time to comb his hair he ran a hand through it, making it to stick up in strange places but at least it didn't looked like he had tried too much. After spraying a little cologne on his shirt and checking his looks one last time in the mirror, he headed down to wait for Bradley to come pick him up.