Wow, I didn't even expect to be done this today. But I did it! This chapter is mostly the other Hosts' viewpoints, and Kyoya's. Actually no Ella pov here. Uhhh...I think that's all. Heeeere we go!

Honey was happily eating his cake, half listening to a conversation two of the girls were having, when he noticed something unusual. His eyes widened slightly, and he blinked a few times to make sure he was really seeing what he was seeing. Then he stood knelt up on the couch so he could whisper his finding.

"Takashi!" he said urgently into his cousin's ear. "Look over there! Who's that girl sitting with Kyoya?"

"Hmm?" Mori mumbled, looking over discreetly. Indeed, he was surprised to see, there was a girl sitting with Kyoya, at the table where he usually sat alone. In response to Honey's question, he shrugged.

"Oh." Honey paused and regarded them again. "She's pretty." He whispered. Mori looked again and nodded his agreement.

"What are you guys whispering about over there?" one of the girls asked amicably.

"Oh, nothin." Honey replied, not missing a beat. "Just how pretty all of you ladies are." This answer was met with a chorus of "Awwww!" from the six girls present.

Just then, Haruhi approached with the tea tray. "Anybody need refills?" she asked happily. While she was refilling a few of the girls cups, Honey got up and ran to a corner. When she had finished, he called her in a very loud whisper.

"Haru-chan!"

She looked at him quizzically. He motioned urgently for her to come over. She looked sheepishly at the guests as she set down the tea tray. "Excuse me."

She approached the small boy, who looked up at her with wide eyes. "What is it?"

He shook his head and motioned for her to come closer. She sighed and knelt down next to him. "What, Honey-senpai?"

"Don't you think," he whispered in her ear. "That Kyoya wants some tea?"

Haruhi was confused. "Not really. He already has some, and he'll just usually go get it himself when I'm done serving."

Honey shook his head. "He can't get up, silly, he has company! Hey, maybe his new friend wants some tea too?"

"New friend…?" Haruhi asked cautiously, turning around. "Oh!" she exclaimed in a whisper. Kyoya was sitting at his usual table, but for once, a girl sat across from him. She was talking animatedly, her smile lighting up her face, her hands doing some of the talking as well, and Kyoya was watching her intently. At first glance, his face appeared to hold its usual calm demeanor, but when she looked closer, she noticed the slightly pink color to his cheeks. "Is he BLUSHING?" she asked herself.

"What are we whispering about?" the two voices suddenly coming from behind her made her jump.

"Could you guys please not do that…" she pleaded, her voice shaking.

"Kyoya's sitting with a pretty girl!" Honey answered, his voice still hushed. The twins, wearing identically confused expressions, turned their heads slowly, looked for a second, then turned back to each other quickly, their expressions changed to shock.

"Kyoya never takes guests one-on-one!" Kaouru said, surprise coloring his voice.

"Yeah," agreed Hikaru. "At most he would have a small group of girls stand around him as he worked, and maybe they'd occasionally ask a question or two."

"This is unprecedented, look, he actually looks interested in what she's saying!" Kyoya observed.

They all looked over again to confirm this statement. After a prolonged moment, the twins looked at each other and grinned.

"Maybe we should…"

They had started to get up, but Haruhi pulled them back down. "No, you shouldn't." she scolded. "Let's leave them alone, we all have guests to get back to, and I have tea to finish serving." Seeing the twins' disappointed faces, she added reluctantly: "You guys can torment him all you want later." The three nodded, and a second later, they were gone, back to their guests.

Haruhi shot another sidelong glance at Kyoya and his "friend" as she picked the tea tray back up. From her angle, she could only see the girl's back, but she saw Kyoya pretty well. He was sitting up in his seat, looking intently at her, and he kept fidgeting with his hands, as if he didn't know what to do with them. They were folded in his lap, then under his chin, then folded on the table, then back in his lap…

She decided to ask Tamaki what this was about. He probably knew. She remembered Kyoya's mildly sarcastic but still truthful comment: "After all, I am his best friend." She approached his overly crowded table with her tray. "Hello ladies." She said, trying her best to be sweet and charming.

She was greeted with an approving chorus of "Hey Haruhi!"

She smiled happily at the welcome. "Would you girls mind too much if I stole Tamaki-senpai away for just a moment? I just have a quick question for him, it'll only take a minute."

"Of course not!" one of the girls chirped, and they all nodded their agreement.

"We'll wait for you, Tamaki!" said another, backed by another unanimous nod. Tamaki twisted around in his seat and gave Haruhi a nervous look. He turned back to his guests and smiled as best as he could. "Excuse me, ladies." He gulped, rising. They all giggled and waved goodbye.

When they had retreated to a corner a little ways away, before she could even get a word in, Tamaki began vomiting words anxiously. "Haruhi I'm sorry I've been acting so strangely I promise I'll stop I just didn't want the twins to find out and I didn't want to give anything away I'll go back to normal I swear please don't cancel our date I really really care for you I just didn't want to make any mistakes just tell me how to act or what to do and I'll do it, I just don't want—

"Senpai!" she laughed, amused by his anxiousness. "You're fine, don't worry, I understand, and of course the date's still on."

Tamaki lit up like always at this, and his eyes watered dramatically. "Oh, Haruhi, you're so wonderful!" he gushed. But he sobered a bit as he realized something. "I wish you wouldn't call me senpai when it's just us, though…"

Haruhi rolled her eyes. "Anyway, I was wondering who that girl is sitting over with Kyoya."

Tamaki's eyebrows furrowed. "Huh? Girl?" He looked past her in confusion, then his eyes widened. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her further into the corner. "That must be the girl he was talking about!" he saw the question in her face, he continued. "He was telling me earlier about this new girl in our grade. She's from America, her name is Ella Flynn. She's an honors student, she's here on scholarship. Like you, Haruhi!" (She rolled her eyes at his smile.) "Anyway, he hasn't been able to stop thinking about her. He thinks it's because he can't figure out why she moved here—she was kind of vague about it—but I think we both know it's something else!" he singsonged this last part, and Haruhi, after a moment of surprise, nodded her comprehension.

"You're right." She agreed. "You should have seen the way he was looking at her earlier, I've never seen him so intently focused on anyone. And I don't think I've ever seen him blush, either."

"He was blushing?" Tamaki cried. "Oh, how adorable!"

"Shh!" she urged, putting a hand on his shoulder to pull him back from la-la land. "I'm not sure about that, calm down. His face was only a little pink, I couldn't be entirely sure."

"Oh, but Haruhi, he had to be blushing, you should have heard the way he talked about her earlier!"

She cocked her head at him. "Did he really seem that interested?"

"It was the most emotional I've ever seen him." He replied seriously.

"How strange." Haruhi thought. Then she chuckled to herself. She knew he had to have been lying when he said he only did things in his own interest, and his emotions were completely under his control and all that. Obviously, he could not control himself here. "This must be weird for him." She said.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, clearly Kyoya-senpai has never had to deal with these kinds of emotions before. He's probably awfully confused as to what's going on in his head. And if it's like you say, and he doesn't even know what he's feeling…" she laughed. "I can only imagine how frustrating that must be!"

Tamaki considered this for a moment. "You're right!" he finally said. Then he took on his regal, Host King air: "And as his friends and fellow Hosts it is our duty to help him in this situation!"

Haruhi looked at him very cautiously. "What are you thinking…"

"I propose," he continued. "That we extend Miss Flynn an invitation to stay after the day's regular business has ceased!" He took on a more serious demeanor and continued. "At the very least we could get to know her and better assess the situation."

Haruhi looked at him, a bit skeptical. "I guess that's a good idea, but do we really want to push it?"

"I think Kyoya probably needs a little pushing."

"Alright, but don't forget we do still have a date tonight." She said this with a small smile. "I need time to go home and get ready, I'm sure you'd rather I wasn't still dressed as a boy."

Tamaki's face lit up. "Aww, Haruhi, you're so cute, I don't care how you're dressed, but don't worry, I promise I will give you enough time to go home and primp and whatever else it is you need to do! And I'll still be there to pick you up at seven thirty sharp!"

"Well, I do have to remember to get milk on the way home…" she said, more to herself than Tamaki.

This obviously wasn't what he had meant by "whatever else you need to do," but he smiled nonetheless. "Adorable!" he exclaimed, more to himself than to Haruhi.

She rolled her eyes and laughed good naturedly. "Well, for now I think it's time we get back to our guests."

He sighed, realizing she was right. "Very well, Haruhi, I do suppose you're right." He said dramatically.

She rolled her eyes and laughed at him one last time for that moment. "I'll see you later." She said, turning to go.

"Au-revoir, ma cherie!" he replied wistfully as he rejoined his guests.

"What was that about, Tamaki?" one girl asked.

"Oh, nothing," he replied, pulling his eyes away from her retreating form. "Haruhi was just wondering what kind of instant coffee to buy next!" he gave a halfhearted laugh.

Meanwhile…

Kyoya was painfully aware of the fact that he had NEVER done this before. That's not to say he hadn't been requested: There were a few girls who liked to stand by him and watch him work, who asked him the occasional question, and he was used to using his charm to sell their merchandise as well. But this was different. He didn't know how to actually just…talk to a girl. He wanted to figure her out, but he had no clue where to start. Thankfully for him, she was talkative enough that he could collect himself, and he didn't have to say much. He'd been drinking in everything she'd been saying since they'd sat down, and so far he'd learned this much:

She was giggly. She occasionally told a corny or overdone joke, but she delivered them in such a manner that they weren't groan-inducing, sort of the way Honey would. Her laugh was high pitched and sweet, like tinkling bells.

She was the happy-go-lucky, optimistic type, not a realist like him. She tended to put a positive spin on everything she said or did, everything that happened. When she got really excited about something, her voice got a little bit higher, and she sort of bounced in her seat, and started talking with her hands. (She claimed this was because she was thirteen percent Italian. She broke down her heritage point by point, very accurately. He found this amusing.)

She could also be very down to earth, and was very people smart. She was good with psychology and knowing how people think, and sometimes she wanted to be a therapist or psychologist. Back at home, apparently, her friends always came to her for advice when they needed it, and she had apparently usually been spot-on.

People came to her for advice a lot. There was a lot of drama in her life because she was, in fact, in drama. That is, theatre. She was an actress and a singer though (she said), not much of a dancer. Theater types apparently come with a lot of drama, which she hated, but lived with because she loved it, and her friends.

She loved people unconditionally. She saw the good in all her friends, and in people in general. She seemed to be one of those people that believes that everybody has a good soul, and that nobody ever has a flat personality.

In that last way she was like him. Believe it or not, Kyoya also believed that no person could ever be truly evil all through. Part of this he had always known, part he had taken from his older sister's constant lecturing, and part he had learned, inadvertently, from Tamaki.

Everything he learned about her fascinated him, but nothing quenched his thirst to know more. He suspected he would never be satisfied until he found out what it was he wanted to know. And yet, just sitting here with the mystery of her in his mind made him feel more satisfied than he had ever felt. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he felt different somehow.

He was currently ensnared in the rather sad tale of an ex-boyfriend of hers, and he paused in his meditation to ask her a question.

"But he didn't know that the friend in question was homosexual, correct?"

She sighed sadly. "Not until he read those text messages, he didn't. I still can't help but blame myself: After that, their friendship was effectively over, and that put an awful strain on the relationship."

His brow furrowed. "But it wasn't your fault. It was early, you were tired, naturally if you fell asleep on the bus you would have ended up leaning on him. If that girl who liked him really was your friend, she wouldn't have texted your boyfriend so rashly. She should have trusted you."

She smiled halfheartedly at that. "Well, thanks, and yeah, I realized after that that Cam wasn't really my friend, but still…I knew how insecure he was. I should have been more careful."

Kyoya shook his head in disagreement. "No. You couldn't have known." Before she could argue, he continued. "What happened after that?"

She sighed. "Well, after that I tried my best to make things work and smooth things over, but I guess it just became too much for him. One day before choir, he dumped me, and that was the end of that."

His eyes widened. "That's…horrible." He felt unexpected anger towards this boy he had never met. He had never deserved her, obviously. Who could hurt such a sweet, caring, innocent thing as her?

She shrugged. "Yeah…I was heartbroken, obviously, but it was really for the best." She smiled. "He's his own person now. He's finally learned that he doesn't need a girlfriend to be happy with himself. He never would have learned that if we had stayed together. He has just the right amount of self confidence. I've even heard that he and the other friend, the gay one, are speaking again."

He shook his head and laughed incredulously.

"What?" she asked with a small smile, cocking her head.

"I find your emotional resilience to be incredible." He said, smiling at her earnestly and looking up at her through his glasses as he rested his chin in his hands.

She giggled and smiled brightly. "Well, thanks!"

They looked at each other for another moment before they heard a pair of hands clapping by the door. Kyoya looked up in surprise, and Ella followed suit.

"I'm sorry to say that it is time for our guests to leave for the day." Said Tamaki with overdramatic sadness. A chorus of sad "awws" resounded throughout the room as the guests began getting up.

Kyoya looked at his watch in surprise. "Oops." He said, scratching the back of his neck. "That's usually my job, I hadn't realized it had gotten so late."

"Excuse me, Miss." Haruhi appeared behind Elle. She turned to face her. "The Host Club would like to extend you an invitation to join us for a little while longer."

Kyoya shot Haruhi a surprised look, but she was focused on Ella.

"Umm…" Ella looked at Kyoya. "Would that be alright?"

"Of course." He said with a small smile.

She turned back to Haruhi. "I'd love to!"

Haruhi smiled back. "Great."

Ella got up. "Let me just go call my mom and let her know." She walked quickly to a corner, pulling out her cell phone.

Kyoya shot Haruhi a questioning look.

"Tamaki's idea." She shrugged.

Kyoya couldn't bring himself to be annoyed at the Host King, who was at the door saying goodbye to all of their guests. Still, he had to wonder as he looked back at Ella…

What on earth was he planning?

Typing fast cuz I shoulda been in bed seven minutes ago and I'm gonna be in trouble:-/ I love you all, reviews are my favorites! Lol I wrote this while watching Aladdin...so I hope I didn't let that color it too much. Once again had no time to proofread...I hope I can post again soon! I have concerts this weekend, so I'm not sure:( But I will try my darndest! Thanks so much for reading!

~FeatherSong