a/n: soo I know none of this is going to matter soon because the next episode is about to come out and none of us will care about what I thought might happen, I probably won't even. But for what it's worth in these last few hours, here is how I want things to go down. I hope you like it and it's not exactly like everyone elses stories.

It was 7am and Jess was trying (poorly) to hide the fact that she was awake, out of the safety of her room, and seeing her hot, doctor boyfriend out the door; a caring, hot, doctor boyfriend who she had betrayed last night. Jess's anxiety levels were so high she was on the verge of threatening her innocent, caring, hot, doctor boyfriend with a fry pan to the head if he wasn't quieter. Feeling this level of anxiety over kissing Nick Miller of all people made her feel even worse, if only for the fact that she was willing to attack her innocent doctor boyfriend just to avoid her roommate. But Jess was starting to believe if Sam did wake Nick, she was so stressed she was not in the appropriate mental state to take full responsibility for her actions.

Jess had already declined a rather loud suggestion of breakfast by Sam out the front of Nick's room and she had managed to coax Sam towards the front door with minimal suspicion raised. As he was about to leave Sam lazily wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pretended he was too exhausted to make it outside to the parking lot. He tried to rest his head on her chest like he couldn't hold himself up. "Carry me to the car?" He asked with his best puppy dog eyes. The sheer height difference between them meant he was heavily hunched over and it made the suggestion sound completely ridiculous.

Jess tried her best to giggle and not feel too awful. "Come on tiger, you can make it. How long is your shift? 18 hours? It'll be over before you can blink." She replied, smiling weakly and not meeting his gaze, especially when she heard him chuckle. He stood up straight and lifted her chin to look her in the eye. She took a shaky breath to stop her brain from vomiting up confessions. Then they heard Creed playing loudly from the hallway.

"Oh!" He said loudly, looking back at her room. "Left my phone," he said, and he ran back and that was it, the door to Nick's room opened. Jess immediately panicked and ran round the living room looking for her purse, phone, keys, anything. She heard exchanges of good morning from the hallway and knew she was dead, gone, her life ruined. Sure enough, Nick and Sam came into the room at the same time. "Got it. Think I missed the call," Sam said heading back to the door. Jess took one look at Nick. He looked like he hadn't slept at all, probably just like she did in fact. He met her glance but didn't smile, not even a smirk. He just looked. "See ya Babe," Jess heard and she saw Sam in front of her leaning in for a kiss. She immediately grabbed his arm and yanked him towards the door instead.

She didn't know what she was doing; she just knew Nick Miller didn't give her that look very often and she couldn't face whatever it was that wasn't making him smile at her right now. "Actually breakfast sounds great!" Jess said in a rush as she opened the door.

"Okay," Sam said, confused but following her out. "Bye, Nick!"

"Bye guys!" Jess heard as she closed the door.

Jess grabbed Sam's arm and marched him towards the elevator. "So listen I only managed to find my keys and I don't have my purse with me so I actually think I'll go visit Cece for breakfast instead. But you don't mind do you because you have work and you're so exhausted like you said so I guess I'll just see you out and see you later!"

No one could have answered their door slower as Jess assaulted Cece's. When Cece finally opened the door Jess was on the edge of a nervous breakdown. Cece had clearly just woken up but Jess was so stressed she couldn't tell. "Oh my God. Were you tied to the bed or something? Was that some weird sex thing? Is that why it took you so long?" She paused to give her best friend a revolted look. "Cece!"

"What?" Cece said sleepily.

Jess had yet another flash of last night. "Oh my God I don't even want to know." She said impatiently as she pushed past Cece and headed straight for the couch. She flopped down, put her hand over her face and moaned loudly.

Cece followed her, stood over her and put her hands on her hips like a parent waiting to hear why their kid hadn't done all their homework. "Jess what is going on? It's 7.30 in the morning. I live with a house full of models. That thing called 'beauty sleep' is not pretty when a starving Russian model is woken up." Jess just moaned even louder.

"I kissed Nick!" she said through her fingers of shame.

Cece paused. "Is that why he climbed out of the window?"

"No not then, later, when everyone else was asleep." She pulled her hands away briefly to look up despairingly at Cece. "We woke up and he had to give his ladies trench coat back to the owner because their dog was scratching at the door and I said goodnight and he said goodnight and I turned to my room and he grabbed me and kissed my face off."

"He what?!"

Jess moaned again and her arms flew over her face again. "He kissed my face off!"

"Stop saying that what does that mean?!" Cece said, now genuinely alarmed.

Jess's arms flew back to her side. "It means he kissed me so good I had to kiss him back."

"No way!"

"Cece, I'm trying really hard not to let my brain collapse in on itself..."

At a loss for what to say, Cece plonked on the couch next to Jess. "Hang on, what do you mean he was so good you had to kiss him back?"

"I mean if kissing was an Olympic sport he would get a gold medal, Cece." Jess said seriously. Cece raised her eyebrows sceptically. "Against France, Spain, Italy, all the big names. I'm serious. In fact, as an enthusiast, you could almost say I kissed him back out of sheer respect for the sport." Cece didn't say anything and Jess felt compelled to continue, hoping if she talked enough she might come to some reasonable justification for what had happened. "You know Sam is also an enthusiast..."

"Jess-"

"I think the only way out of this is if Nick kisses Sam.-"

"No Jess-"

"Nick will kiss Sam and Sam, also being a kissing enthusiast, will not break up with me because he will understand that kisses like that are rare and when they happen one should accept them. I'm like an art critic..."

"No Jess."

"...Of the lips."

Cece grabbed Jess's shoulders and looked her squarely in the eye. Jess's eyes were huge, like she never wanted to blink. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Jess's lips shook and Cece knew she had said the wrong thing. "Trying... to stop... the tears!" She squeaked out like a Looney Tunes baby bird and Cece pulled her into a hug.

"It'll be fine Jess. People kiss. People get caught up in the moment it happens."

"Nick and I don't kiss Cece, and absolutely not like that. Nick doesn't get caught up in the moment. It took him ten years to write a zombie novel..." Jess took a deep shuddering breath and sobbed, "And it's so bad!"

"Ok so maybe he was planning it." Cece said reasonably.

Jess pulled away, horrified. "Planning it? Why would he be planning it? How long would he have been planning it Cece? I haven't always had a boyfriend!" Jess paused over what he said before he walked into his bedroom. She had to tell Cece the full story then.

Cece was surprised when Jess told her everything. "Does he have feelings for you Jess?!" she asked.

"How am I supposed to know?!"

"Do you have feelings for him?!" Cece asked more seriously.

Jess's head plunged into her lap out of frustration. "I don't know! Why would I have feelings for him? I have a perfectly nice, perfectly hot doctor boyfriend and Nick drives me absolutely crazy."

"Jess you have to go talk to him."

Jess sat back up and gave Cece the most pathetic look she had ever seen. "No I don't."

"Yes. You do." Jess threw her head back on the couch. "You live with him you don't want to make this awkward." Cece continued.

"TOO LATE!" Jess shouted hysterically at the ceiling and there was a bang and Russian swearing coming from a nearby room.

"Shhh!"

"Oh I'm sorry is Russian beauty sleep more important than friendship Cece?" Jess whispered at Cece furiously. "Besides I don't have to live with Nick anymore, I can start a new life here. All my worldly possessions are back at the loft, so I'm going to need a couple hundred dollars for a new driver's license, cell phone, ATM card, you know just the essentials to start off. And these aren't useful anymore." Jess added, jiggling her keys. "So I guess they'll go in the bin now..."

"Jess you're going to talk to Nick even if I have force you," Cece said with authority.

"There isn't anything you can say that will ever make me set foot in that loft ever again!" Jess said, pointing furiously. Cece raised her eyebrows...

"You witch..." Jess called Cece as Cece left her out the front of the loft door.

"Good luck Jess!" Cece called back as the elevator doors opened.

"Why have you never taught me how to do that I'm a teacher!" Jess shouted back as Cece waved and the doors closed.

"Jessica, do you plan on waking the whole neighbourhood or just the three of us?" Schmidt opened the front door in his underwear and Jess walked in with her head hung. "Or do I really mean the five of us?" Schmidt added slyly. Jess shuffled in and Schmidt scooted along sideways following her, with one of his campaign winning smiles. "Our lovely night visitors have just left. Winston and I are the kings of the late night pick up, aren't we brother?" Schmidt called out to Winston who was eating cereal at the table.

"Don't call me that Schmidt."

"I guess Nick was seven wheeling it last night, nine if you count Cece and her foreigner."

"He was English Schmidt." Jess said half-heartedly as she plonked on the couch, resigned to her fate. She hadn't really looked for Miller but she knew he was here somewhere. Not like she really wanted to seek him out.

"Nick you were a ninth-wheel last night how does that feel?" Schmidt called over Jess's head. Jess immediately huddled up in the couch and tried to make herself as small as possible.

"It wasn't fair Schmidt you didn't get your own wheel, you stole someone else's." She heard Nick call from the kitchen and she put a hand up to secretly cover her face.

"And you were locked in a room you couldn't leave until you kissed a topless girl." Schmidt laughed. "Does it offend you, Jess, that he climbed out the window, risking his life so he didn't have to kiss you?"

"Oh my God..." Jess said under her breath.

"Is Jess here?"

"Not like it mattered, she still got action didn't you girl?" Schmidt continued, raising his hand for a high-five that Jess ignored.

"I think I'm going to die." Jess said to herself and then Nick appeared in front of her. Give her a moment; her heart was going into arrested any second.

"Hey Jess can we talk?" Nick asked. His hood was up and he was looking at her feet.

"What's there to talk about?" Schmidt said happily, basking in the awkwardness.

"Schmidt, just stay out of it for once please." Nick begged.

"Schmidt's right there's nothing to talk about," Jess said. Nick finally met her eyes. They clearly said 'let's not do this in public'.

"You see I'm right there's nothing to talk about." Schmidt repeated, grinning at Nick.

"I just want to apologise Jess." Nick said, his eyes widening with meaning.

Jess wanted to cry. This was it, this was her doom. All because her stupid roommate decided to kiss her. Stupid Nick. "Stupid Nick," she accidentally said out loud as she reluctantly stood up. But it was only quiet enough for Nick to hear, and he grabbed her arm and yanked her towards his room.

As they reached the hallway between their rooms Jess headed straight for her door and Nick headed for his. Nick's grasp on her arm stopped them in their tracks. They looked at each other, and then turned to their respectful rooms and were halted by Nick's hold on Jess's arm again. "Let's go in my room." Jess said, knowing that's where she felt safest.

"Let's go in mine." Nick replied, obviously thinking the same thing.

"I don't wanna go in yours."

"I don't wanna go in yours." They stared at each other. Jess thought there was no way she was being trapped in Nick Miller's room when she had a hot doctor boyfriend she still had to break up with. Wait – what?

"Let's go in mine." Jess said again, turning back for her room, but Nick's hand was still on her arm and he didn't let her go. "This is ridiculous just come into my room Nick."

"Jess just come into my room." The staring continued.

"Winston!" They both called.

"What?"

"We're going in your room!" Nick called.

"Why?!" they heard, but they had already walked in. Winston had got up to investigate and appeared in front of them. "Why are you going in my room?-" Nick closed the door and locked it in his face. "That's rude!" said his muffled voice.

There was a pause when both of them didn't know what to do. Then Jess punched him. "Ow! I'm sorry!" he said immediately.

"You should be sorry Nick Miller because you suck!" Jess said angrily.

"I suck?!"

"You suck!"

"I don't suck!"

"You suck! I have a boyfriend! The rules of True American do not apply outside of the game after I'd just spent the night with my boyfriend!" Jess was suddenly so mad she punched him again.

"Ow okay I get it I suck!" Nick said. Jess stopped to let him speak but then he didn't say anything else so she punched him in the same spot. "Stop it!"

"Then explain yourself!"

"Thank you for using words!" Nick said pointedly, rubbing his shoulder. Jess folded her arms and waited. He sighed and threw his hands in the air. "I don't know what to say Jess it just happened ok?"

"Nick Miller you do not just happen to kiss one of your best friends like that when their boyfriend is in the next room." Jess said, poking him in the chest. Nick grabbed her hand and didn't let go, just pulled it to their side so they were connected. It was mostly to stop her from hurting him anymore, but he had to admit it was nice. Jess didn't have anything else to say, but she didn't punch him again. Or pull her hand away. She just looked worried.

"Listen, I know what I did was wrong and I'm sorry I've put you in this position with Sam." Nick finally said.

"Then why?" Jess said slowly, like he was an idiot.

"Jess I honestly don't have a good enough answer for you ok?" Nick said. "I just didn't want our first kiss to be forced by some stupid game."

"First kiss?" She said, incredulously. "You're right that isn't good enough."

"Listen, all I know right now is that you mean..." he paused, and then smiled. "A lot to me, ok?"

The angry words she was working up halted in their tracks and Jess felt herself blushing. She looked at her feet so he couldn't see. It took her a long time to muster the words, but eventually she managed to say, "I uh... think the reason I'm mad is because you mean a lot to me too," touching his foot lightly. "And I don't want to ruin what we have."

"Me neither," Nick agreed.

"So..." Jess said slowly. "Kissing is kind of contradictory to what you just said... because it sort of seems like it's doing the opposite... of what you intended."

"Hey you kissed me too," Nick said slyly. Jess kicked him in the shin. "Ow! Sorry!" he said yet again, but he was smirking now.

After a moment's pause Jess said, "Schmidt means a lot to you too."

"I will reluctantly admit that, yes."

"You wouldn't kiss him like that."

"Of course I wouldn't you're a beautiful woman and he's a very, very, very annoying Jewish man." Nick said reasonably. Jess laughed. "And that might sound sexist but if he was a hot girl I'm absolutely sure I still would never kiss him. Winston might be a different story I guess... those eyes would probably translate well..." Jess laughed and strangely it was then that she finally felt the tension leave her shoulders. "Look Jess, this doesn't mean I want to ruin your relationship with Doctor Sam, or that I wanna..." he struggled with the next words, finding it hard to even say. "Be with you. I just... wanted you to know."

Jess couldn't help smiling. "Way to pick the most unclear method of communication available Miller." She said, managing to giggle.

Nick chuckled and nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I never did say talking was my strong point."

Jess smile grew wider, wondering if what she wanted to say was appropriate. It seemed like they were in a whole new territory now though, so why not test the waters? "OK, so you did play to your strengths then." She said playfully.

"You're not so bad yourself sister." He winked and shot his fingers at her like a gun which made her giggle. But then they remembered what they were talking and laughing about and it was suddenly too foreign and they both felt weird. "So um..." Nick cleared his throat and let go of her hand. He wanted her to explain herself now. Why the hell she kissed him back like that. But she had a boyfriend and she was Jess and he wasn't sure whether either of them was ready for the real reason behind what had happened. So instead he said, "Listen, I don't want things to be awkward. I mean, I'm still not sure what came over me... or why the hell it was so good."

"Yes." She finally got to say.

"It was good right? That wasn't just me."

"It was good." Nick went to give her a high-five. "No way," She said, her arms still firmly crossed.

"Fair enough," he replied, lowering his hand. "But can we put it behind us? Can we chalk it down to two attractive people testing their mad kissing skills with no intentions to ruin their friendship or relationships?"

Jess grinned with satisfaction, this had worked out so much better than she thought it would. She shook his hand. "Agreed." She said. "Let's uh... just not meet in the middle of the night again for a while."

Nick laughed and whispered much too loud, "I knew you couldn't resist me."

Jess turned away. "Let's get out of Winston's room shall we?"

"That's not a no." Nick called after her as she left.

A/N: I would love to have a couple reviews before this story becomes redundant!