Summary: Killian drags Emma to a Pearl Jam concert for a double date with Snow and David.

Killian was bouncing like a little kid being potty trained. "Emma, we need to go." He said for the billionth time. He was standing right by the door, instead of waiting patiently on her bed. Emma rolled her eyes, standing in front of the mirror and holding up two different earrings.

She turned to him. "Which ones?" She didn't care, but watching him sweat was amusing.

Killian groaned. "I really don't care. You're beautiful, you're always beautiful, can we please just go?"

Emma turned back around. "I can see you smirking in the mirror, Swan. You're not that slick." She stifled a laugh, settling on the diamonds she usually wore. As she reached for her coat, Killian pulled open the door.

"Quit stalling," he said, looking at her critically. "I can see right through you, lass."

Emma rolled her eyes, but walked through the open door. She couldn't believe she was actually going to a Pearl Jam concert. Scratch that, she couldn't believe Pearl Jam was making new music, let alone touring! And of course Killian had known as soon as the tour dates were announced. He skipped his ten o'clock History of Piracy class (and that was on the seafaring kind, not illegal downloading. Emma had looked at him dubiously when he told her that was an actual class he was taking and he'd said, "I think I would have made a good pirate, don't you?" "Go to sleep, Killian, you're drunk." "You just proved my point, love.") just so he could sit in front of the computer and buy tickets the moment they were released.

If you could write Pearl Jam fanfiction, Killian Jones would be writing it. A part of Emma hoped he would be unsuccessful, only so she wouldn't have to get dragged along. But when her ten o'clock Sociology of Prison class ended, Killian was sitting in the hall waiting for her, a smile that rivaled his usual one bright across his face.

That's how she knew she wasn't get out of the concert.

Out in the hallway of her dorm, Killian wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "Come on," he said, looking at her feet. "We're going to be late."

"We're not going to be late," said Emma, with a roll of her eyes. "It's five thirty, the show starts at eight. It's a half hour train ride into Boston. And if anything were to happen, like our train magically stalls, there's still an opening act."

Killian stopped her. "We can't miss a single moment of it. Not even the opening act." He had looked her in the eyes and said it like she suggested they commit a mortal sin. "I'm like a sponge, I need to soak everything up."

Emma rolled her eyes. "You're wasting time."

As they made their way down the hall, Emma snorted. "Sponge, my ass, Jones."

They got to Boston at six fifteen. Emma led her boyfriend out of the station, their hands firmly grasped together. "Do you see Snow?" she asked, looking around. Her roommate was interning at an accounting firm in the city. Snow was on the five year teaching tract, on her way to a Masters in Education. The ultimate goal was to be a high school math teacher, but she couldn't be a teaching assistant until her final year, so for now she focused on the math part of the dream.

And Snow was a huge Pearl Jam fan. But at least Snow respected Emma's eardrums by using headphones. Killian had no such qualms about singing it loudly (and off key), downloading all their songs onto her iPod, and playing them whenever she was in his room.

Emma tried to avoid his room.

But she had no self control.

At least she wouldn't be alone tonight. David, Snow's boyfriend-since they were ten-, didn't like Pearl Jam, either. He would be around to keep her sane. Since David was from Boston and had no classes on Fridays, he had gone home Thursday night and was meeting Snow after her internship. When the concert ended, they were going to his parents house for the weekend. Some big spring family barbecue gathering.

"I see David's stupid pom-pom hat." Killian said.

Emma snorted, following the direction Killian was looking. There it was. It was April, and yet David insisted he needed that appalling hat to 'retain body heat.' Sometimes David was a real pansy. From across the street the hat was still an obnoxious bright red with a hideous grey fluff ball on top.

"We should get him a clown nose." Emma laughed, crossing the middle of the street.

Killian grinned. "His birthday is next month."

"There you guys are!" Snow suddenly cried, meeting them halfway. Emma smiled, embraced her, and then hugged David. Killian and David did an intricate series of handshakes and then patted each other on the back.

"Boys," Snow said, shaking her head. She looped her arm through Emma's and the two of them led the way to the restaurant they were getting dinner before the show at. "Thanks for coming, I know you don't like them,"

Emma rolled her eyes. "With him? There was no way I was getting out of it."

"You're jumping for joy on the inside, love," Killian said from behind her.

"I'd rather be in Neverland," Emma muttered bitterly.

Killian and David spent the whole walk talking about the Red Soxs first game of the season. They sounded like little boys trading baseball cards. Emma heard slightly familiar names, RBI (she still didn't know what it stood for) statistics from past seasons, and lamentations that their star pitcher was out on the disabled list. Meanwhile, Snow was hoping Cameron would throw her a drumstick at the end of the show. The restaurant was just a few blocks from the train station and they reached it in no time.

But once they got to the table, Killian and Snow were trading favorite lyrics, naming songs they hoped would get played- "I hope they play more of their old stuff"- and wondering what the stage would look like, if there would be giant screens with effects.

"I'm still alive," Killian rasped out, in between courses. Emma faintly remembered that being a lyric in one of their songs and rolled her eyes. He did sound sexy when he did that, though.

She took a sip of her water.

David was looking at Snow fondly. It was like she was the sun, casting her radiant glow over the whole room. Her eyes were lit up and she was smiling, sitting forward in her seat, trading Pearl Jam trivia with Killian. Emma pinched her boyfriend under the table, looking at him out of the corner of her eye. He looked at her, winked, and went back to fangirling with Snow.

The opening act was a Canadian folk group no one had heard of. It didn't stop the four of them from dancing like they were alone in their rooms with no onlookers. Killian had tried to buy beer, but Emma gave him an "are you serious?" look.

"What?" He'd asked.

"You're going to be going crazy in there. You'll spill it everywhere. On me, probably." Emma had told him, and she had been right. Killian's forehead was already beading with sweat and the group had only played four songs.

Before the show started they had gone to the merch table. Emma hadn't wanted anything, since she didn't care for the band, but Killian was incessant. He picked out matching tour shirts for both of them. While Snow was still deciding what to get, he had dragged her off to a corner and put his on. When he handed her hers, Emma looked at it distastefully.

Killian rolled his eyes and then took matters into his own hands. "Hey!" Emma cried, as he put it over her head. She raised her arms to pull it off, but only succeeded in helping him get in on her. Killian smiled at her, "We're the hottest couple here."

"We look like those idiot couples who go on vacation together and wear the same outfits."

Despite this, Emma hadn't taken the shirt off. She was secretly swooning over him.

Not that she would ever tell him that.

"Don't we look daaaaarling?" Emma had joked when they rejoined Snow and David.

The smell of pot was strong. Emma had a feeling Killian was inhaling too much, because soon enough he had grabbed her and was spinning her around, laughing manically. She ended up careening into Snow, who may have been slightly out of it, since she took Emma's hands and they did a horrible rendition of a cha-cha.

When it was finally time for Pearl Jam to play, Emma wondered how Killian and Snow were still standing. She exchanged looks with David, who seemed to feel the same way she did. The crowd erupted in cheers as the band made their entrance and a loud collision of instruments played the opening notes.

Killian screamed.

Snow jumped up and down, clapping wildly.

Emma watched as her boyfriend turned into a new person. He was head banging and singing, sometimes he'd jump up and down. He was having the time of his life. It was impossible not to smile. David was the only other person who understood what she was feeling. Even though he hated Pearl Jam, he was smiling too and bobbing his head as Snow went mad.

Somehow Snow ended up on David's shoulders at some point. Emma looked up at her friend, who was yelling, "CAMERON, I LOVE YOU!"

And then she ended up in Killian's arms. He was slick with sweat, but it didn't bother her. He sang into her ear, kissed her whenever he felt like it (which was often, mind you), and sometimes took her hands in his and made her clap.

Emma wasn't sure how, but it ended up being a wonderful night.

And Snow caught a drumstick.