Chapter 1:

Haruhi sat in the window seat of the third music room, staring at her stomach. She had no idea how to go about all of this. She'd been agonizing over it for weeks. What are you supposed to do when the father of your baby hasn't spoken to you since the night of conception, your friends will severely over-react, and your father is out of town leaving you advice-less? One thing she'd already decided was that she was going to carry the baby full term. Whether or not she kept it was something she was more than willing to put off. The biggest issue now was how and if she was going to tell her senpai.

'I thought the girls here that wanted kids were crazy before,' she thought to herself. 'Now I know they are. The nausea's unbearable.' Her hand came up to cover her mouth. Haruhi stood quietly to head off to the bathroom once again. It was the same thing every morning. At least six trips during school and one or two once she got home. And that was only because of the smell. Everyone in her building was cooking something different and the scents all mixed together to make one giant sickening odor. She was so sensitive anymore. Every little thing set her stomach off, and not just her stomach. Let's face it. Tamaki made her angry a lot of the time, but now it was hair trigger. He'd asked her for a pencil and she'd gone off the handle. On the same note, she'd become very overprotective of Honey, even if she didn't notice it.

She heard Kyouya typing away on his keyboard and it made her heart clench. She knew she had to tell him. She just didn't know how to do that yet. It wasn't like Haruhi to be confused about things. She always knew what she wanted and was never afraid to go and get it. But this…this was terrifying. How could she face him after the way she acted that night? 'Dear God and that's only what I remember,' she thought. 'Who knows what I did when I got to his place?" She sighed.

"Something wrong, Haruhi?" She jumped and turned. No way. Dark eyes stared at her from behind the lenses. "You've been acting very strangely." Kyouya was talking to her for the first time in three months. "Oh. You…you talked to me."

"Is it really that much of a surprise," he asked, closing his laptop. "Well," she started. "You've barely even looked at me since…since…" Her face turned bright red and she couldn't finish her sentence. Kyouya sighed. "Forgive me if I was being distant. When you didn't bring it up I thought that perhaps you wanted to forget." Kyouya stood

and headed toward her. "Well, you kind of ignored me. I thought you were angry with me or you regretted what happened. It hurt."

A glint of anger flashed though his dark eyes. His answer was calm which made it sting all the more. He looked her in the eye and said, "Almost as much as waking up alone like some one night stand." Haruhi flinched. She hadn't thought of any of that at the time. She'd just been so afraid, not knowing what had happened the night preceding.

'Well at least I know I lost my virginity,' she thought. 'But he can't know why I'm sure yet.' But she was curious. What had gone on? Had he at least been gentle? How did it escalate to such a point?

"Senpai," she asked. "What happened that night? I can't remember anything after you picked me up and took me to the limo." He looked surprised. "I thought you would have remembered more than that." She shook her head. "Please, senpai. I want to know."

He paused, thinking back to that night three months ago, still crystal clear in his mind.

~flashback~

Kyouya felt her moan more than heard it. Her entire body hummed, pressed against his bare chest. He'd always felt so much for this poor peasant girl. It had started growing inside of him as a simple affection after the mall fiasco. It had grown slowly as he began to notice more and more small things about her. Then, after she had come forward to face his father at the festival in his honor, it was sealed. He was deeply in love with this naïve, simple, small town girl. Yet he knew she would not return his affections. She wasn't one to notice when she was admired. Now he had a chance. He understood that once she was back to herself she may hate him. But he also understood he may never have another chance like this. And this would make his feelings for her clear enough for even Tamaki to see. She pulled away from him, taking a deep breath and giggling as she nuzzled his neck.

"Mmmmmm. Senpai is so warm." A shiver ran down his spine as her breath fell across his sensitive ears. She seemed to notice this. "Does senpai like it when his ears are touched?" She gently took one earlobe between her teeth, sucking and nibbling on it. It made him moan. His ears were always a high level pleasure point. He didn't think she'd discover that so quickly. He kissed her slender neck, making her moan. The limo had stopped at his home sooner than he'd anticipated. He slipped the driver a small amount of hush money as he escorted her up to his bedroom. They slipped in and he turned only long enough to lock the door. Somehow that was long enough for her to slip out of her striped tank top and bra. They lay at the foot of his bed. She'd already crawled onto the large four poster that had replaced his old single at his father's insistence that he was a growing boy and would want a more comfortable place to bring ladies home to. That didn't seem so silly anymore. The brunette girl was sprawled out, enjoying the feel of the silk duvet against her bare torso. Finally, she caught his eye and seemed to remember why she was here.

"Senpai," she called, rolling onto her stomach and stretching out one arm, beckoning to him with one finger. A thrill ran down his spine at the sight and settled in his groin. He didn't need much convincing. The dark haired boy was on her in an instant, rolling her onto her back and capturing her lips. Her hands ran up his stomach and chest, pealing his jacket from his thin, lean frame so they were both bare from the waist up. Their chests pressed together. The skin to skin contact sent another thrill through him. This was the most amazing thing he'd ever felt. Desire spread through him like wild fire, burning his skin. The night was filled with moans and passion, pleasure and one quick moment of pain that he still felt bad about. He knew it had to happen but it didn't mean he had to like it. Finally, they had tired and curled up under the blankets together, drifting off to sleep.

The next morning, sunlight came streaming in through the windows, waking him. Slowly, he blinked the sleep from his eyes only to realize that she was gone. Her call left in his phone's history was the only proof that any of it had happened. She'd run out on him the first chance she'd got and it was highly upsetting. He'd never been one to be shocked at abandonment or let down. This pain in his chest was entirely new to him. She hated him. He'd anticipated it but it didn't make it sting any less.

~End flashback~

Haruhi had turned bright red several times when he gave his account of their escapade. The last part had hit the young teen like a slap to the face. "Senpai," she started. "I didn't leave because I hated you or because I had regrets or didn't care. I was scared. What would you have done if you woke up in your senpai's bed, naked, with no recollection of how you got there? His face was an expressionless mask as she explained her flight. "I didn't know what to do. I panicked." She still got no response. He seemed frozen. Then she noticed that he wasn't looking at her, but over her shoulder.

Her insides turned to ice as she turned to see who had heard them and how much they now knew. "Well," the eavesdropper said. "That answers one of questions."