House spent the rest of the day and most of the next day trying to focus on his new case. However this feat was easier said than done. He really was trying to focus on the patient but it was now obvious Cuddy was avoiding him. It had been a whole day since she had kissed him. Hell it had been a whole day since he had seen her. He did not like the thought of that.

He was now sitting in his office trying to stick to his 'wait on cuddy plan'.

"Damn it" he said jumping up, he couldn't wait any longer he had to go talk to her. He grabbed his cane, limping to his office door. Just as he grabbed the door handle he froze "oh hell" he muttered to himself. He had just solved his case.

He rushed from his office to Wilson's. It turned out Wilson was not right to sit on the particular jury he had been called for. Something about the victims all being Jewish. House hadn't really paid attention when Wilson had called him to apologize for being rude. It didn't really matter, what mattered was Wilson was at the hospital today and didn't currently have a patient.

House rushed through the door of Wilson's office causing Wilson to jump. He had been sitting at his desk filling out some paperwork. House had to suppress a grin at seeing his friend complete this mundane task. "Liven up old chum" House said the humor evident in his tone. "I've got a patient for you" House continued taking a seat across from Wilson. Wilson shook his head opening his mouth to respond to the enigma that is Greg House "Hello to you too" he stated simply. At that moment Wilson's office phone rang.
"Hold that thought" Wilson told his friend reaching for the phone.

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Lisa Cuddy sat at her desk staring at her computer screen. She had just received an email from the hospital social committee reminding her of next week's fundraiser. Normally hospital fundraisers were something she got super excited about. She loved anything that would help her 'baby' prosper. But this fundraiser was suppose to be some sort of 'Second Chance Prom' and was the furthest thing from her mind. Currently the only thing her mind was pondering was 'Why haven't you gone to kiss Greg again yet?' She shook her head reading the email for the seventh time.

"Fuck" she said hitting her desk with her hand. She needed to get a dress and a date. No not a date, just someone to go with. She defiantly didn't want a date… unless… She grabbed her phone; only one person could help her with her plan. The line only rang once before Wilson picked it up.

"Dr. Wilson" he said somewhat professionally. Causing House to smile at him.

"What a totally pompous way to answer your phone" House whispered to his friend.

Cuddy was to wrapped up in her own mind to notice the extra voice on the phone line. "James, Hey you looked at your email? The social committee is sending out a reminder for the fundraiser next week. I wanted to know if you were ready for it." Cuddy said quickly in to the phone.

"Yeah, uh sure." Wilson responded "My tux is at the cleaners and I'm taking a nurse from my department."

House raised his eyebrows trying to figure out whom Wilson was talking to. Where was he going with a nurse?

"Oh good" Cuddy told him "Has House made any plans?" she asked him almost in a whisper. "Do what? Greg House doesn't feel the hospital deserves his presence after hours." Wilson paused "Unless you make him" He quickly added.

House having heard his name perked up, then grinned when he realized Cuddy was on the other end of the phone line.

Cuddy nodded to herself. "Yeah" she said quietly.

Wilson took this conversation to mean Cuddy was going to make House attend the fundraiser so he grinned at his friend "Lisa do I need to tell House he has to come?"

House's eyes grew large vaguely remembering something about an upcoming something or other. His grin faded it seemed Cuddy was going to force him to show up.

"Um no Wilson, I'll do it" Cuddy told him then hung up the phone.

Wilson's smirk grew larger. "What?" House asked watching his friend hang up the phone. "You gotta go to the prom" Wilson stated simply loving the expression of complete shock on his friends face.

"Damn" House said standing back up "I've got plans that night" He paused looking down at Wilson "When is it?" This question made Wilson laugh "Next week, um I think Wednesday." "Oh, well yeah I got plans then" House said shaking his head "and you have a patient, lung cancer, room 2210" With that House limped out of Wilson's office "Ill help you rent a tux" Wilson called as House made it out of his office. House shook his head the entire walk to Cuddy's office.

Cuddy had hung up the phone after her talk with Wilson. Then left her office to go find House. A nurse stopped her at the nurses' station. She needed a signature. Cuddy then made her way to the elevator. She hit the button just as the doors opened. A gasp escaped her lips, standing in the elevator like he owned it, was House.

"Well, well I was just coming to find you" He told her a grin spreading across his lips. "Care for a ride?" he asked her making a gesture with his left arm to signify the elevator was free. She nodded stepping in with him, pushing the button for his floor.

House immediately met her eyes "Love in an elevator… Livin it up while I'm going down". He sang forcing Cuddy to smile at him, and then laugh at him. He looked so cute singing Aerosmith to her. It gave her a moment to check him out. He had on a pair of dark jeans and a faded blue button up shirt. God, anything that man put on made him look good.

"Greg" she said causing him to stop singing. "Next week you…." She started to say but he cut her off

"I know already." He paused the elevator doors having opened. He let her walk out first. He had to get a quick look at her ass in the tight black skirt she had on.

"That Wilson guy has a big mouth" He told her following her in to his office. "Um but if I go, will you kiss me again?" he asked her standing in front of her. He wasn't touching her, but he could feel her near him. He liked that feeling. He liked it so much he leaned down to kiss her. Much to his dismay however she put her hand up against his chest. Ok maybe this wasn't bad after all.

"Greg I don't want you to go" She told him flatly. "Oh so no kiss" he responded sounding quite disappointed. "I want you to take me" She paused letting that sink in "I want it to be a date" She paused again "But not a date." "I don't want you to tell anyone it's a date, not even Wilson." Again with the pause. "I want it to be a secret date in a public place." She sighed, "As far as everyone is concerned I want them to think I had to bring you my self to make sure you were there." She said mainly to herself. "Sound like a plan?" she asked him looking up at him, meeting his eyes for the first time in her entire rant. He just nodded.

For once in his life Gregory House had no idea what to say.