UFC 173 Predictions: Feel free to add yours...

Barao VS Dillashaw: I'll pick the underdog. Dillashaw Winning, by Decision.

Henderson VS Cormier: Henderson Winning, by Decision.

Lawler VS EllenBerger: Lawler winning, by TKO.

A/N: Thanks for the reviews. Strong Language. Adult scenes.

Carlos banged his palm on the steering wheel. He watched Nate Diaz walk away, without a care in the world.

What the hell had just happened?

He never thought that Nick's little Brother would pull a stunt like that. Had Carlos liked the kiss? He didn't know. Carlos was more freaked out than anything else.

Should Carlos tell Nick? No. No, Nate would never forgive him. It could have been a mistake. A little misunderstanding. Nate Diaz was just a kid and this was a silly crush that would disappear in a week. Carlos just had to behave casual about it.

He went his other Gym and trained. But Carlos couldn't concentrate. He kept thinking about Nate. Did he lead Nate on? Did he give Nate any signals? Condit couldn't have.

He was with Georges ST Pierre. He told Nate that in the car. Nate hadn't cared. But that wasn't Condit's fault. He didn't get much done at the the Gym, but that gave him more time to get something to eat.

He'd get take-out and treat Georges. Not out of guilt, just because he felt like it. He knocked on Georges door. His Boyfriend opened it. "Carlos...come in" Georges said smiling.

Carlos finally thought they were going to get some privacy. Until he walked in and found Georges ST Pierre had moved the whole of the TriStar Training Camp into his living room.

"What the?..." Carlos asked.

"Carlos everyone's training here tonight" Georges said. Rory MacDonald walked towards them both. Carlos had no problem with Rory, but the kid was kind of clingy.

Georges said that that was only because Georges had introduced Rory to the TriStar Gym. He told Condit that nothing had ever happened between them.

"Rory is like a little Brother" Georges had said. But Condit couldn't be sure.

"What have you got there?" Rory asked pointing at Carlos' bag. "Just Take-Away" Carlos said.

"Nice, can I have some?" Rory asked. Carlos gave him the take out bag to share around.

"Carlos, are you training with us?" Firas Zahabi asked. He was the head Trainer. On any other day Carlos would have jumped at the chance. But Carlos didn't want any of these fighters here. Maybe it was because Carlos was feeling insecure. Maybe he wanted to prove to himself that he and Georges were trying to make this work.

"Firas, I've already been training, thanks. Georges...can we talk?" Carlos asked.

"Yeah sure" Georges said. He was still stuck to the same spot. He was jingling change in his pockets, waiting for Carlos to speak.

"In private" Carlos leaned forward and whispered. Georges nodded and they went outside. George left the door open a creak and walked with Carlos down his pathway.

"So?" Georges asked.

"Georges...This might sound selfish but...I thought it was just going to be you and me tonight" Carlos said. Georges nodded. He knew Carlos would be pissed, but Georges was sure he'd get over it.

"When the Diaz fight is over, and I've knocked Nick out, we can go back to normal" Georges said.

"I haven't seen you like this Georges. You've never brought mats and punching bags back to your house before" Carlos said.

"Yeah well, Nick Diaz will be my toughest opponent" Georges said. Carlos tried to ignore that comment, but he couldn't. It was like a slap in the face.

Carlos had trained his ass off for Georges. But that didn't matter to him. Just as long as Georges got Nick Diaz next.

"So what was my fight then?" Carlos asked. "A warm up?" He started walking away. Georges followed him, gently tugging on his arm.

"Carlos wait!" Georges shouted, but Carlos didn't turn back. He'd heard enough crap for one night. With no food and no Boyfriend to hang out with, Carlos called UFC Bantam-Weight champion, Dominick Cruz. He'd been friends with Dominick forever, but he hadn't told him that he was dating Georges ST Pierre. Carlos didn't know how to tell him.

"Georges is such a nice guy. You know that he didn't mean it like that" Dominick said when he came over. Carlos nodded. "I know, but...it's just, you're a champ like Georges is, Dom.

You don't know what it's like to be a number one contender" Carlos said. Dominick had been an undefeated champion since he'd joined the UFC.

Cruz had always had a belt, While Carlos was always fighting for one. Although Carlos was happy for Dominick, part of him felt that it was unfair.

"Did Georges say sorry?" Dominick asked.

"No...well I didn't give him a chance" Carlos said.

"Well...maybe you should" Dominick said.

After talking with his friend for over an hour, Dominick had to go. Believing that he now had been too harsh on Georges, Carlos drove to the Diaz Brother's house.

It was time to set Little Nate straight on a few things. As Carlos parked his car, he wondered if he'd made the right decision.

What if Nick answered the door?

What if Nate told him to get lost?

Carlos told himself to stop being paranoid and got out of the car. It was getting darker. Which was a good thing. If Nick Diaz told him to fuck off, he wouldn't be able to see the embarrassment on Carlos' face. Carlos told himself that he was doing this for Georges, and knocked on the door.

"Yeah?" Nate asked.

He looked like he was dressed in the same clothes that he'd trained in. Carlos breathed out a sigh of relief when Nick's Little Brother opened the door. Now he could speak to the right Diaz Brother in peace.

"Um...Hey. Nate...is your Brother in?" Carlos asked.

"Why do you wanna talk to Nick? Nate asked.

"I don't. I want to talk to you" Carlos asked. "So is Nick in?" Carlos asked again.

"It don't matter" Nate said. Nate figured that even if his Brother was in, they could speak in his room, alone.

"Nate I'm freezing out here. Can I come in? Are you alone?" Carlos asked.

"Do you want me to be alone?" Nate asked raising his eyebrows.

"That's cute Nate. But I thought you Diaz Brothers didn't play games" Carlos said. A more serious expression clouded Nate's face. He pushed the door wider and stepped back.

"We don't game-play, or play games. You do. Get in" Nate said. Surprised, Carlos walked in before Nate changed his mind, and shut the door in his face.