Heyo, Spanna fans. My regular readers will know that fluff doesn't come easily to me, so that's the main reason for the slow updates. There's one more chapter left, which should be up next month. In the meantime, enjoy this one, and please don't forget to review. And thanks for all the reviews so far, you guys are great.

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Spencer watched with mild amusement as panic flashed across Hanna's face, like she thought she was about to be asked what the square root of 576 was or to name all the US capitals arranged by population. The panic in Hanna's eyes faded to a dim wariness, and Spencer laughed.

"What?" Hanna grumbled, setting her drink down on the table beside the bed. "Why are you laughing at me?"

"I'm not," Spencer said, but she was still laughing as she said it. "You just looked so scared."

Hanna huffed and reached for one of the pillows. Holding it to her, she gave Spencer a mock glare, but the effect was ruined by the twinkle Spencer could see in her eyes. Or maybe that was the alcohol tricking her eyes; Spencer was aware she'd had a lot of alcohol, and that maybe her senses weren't as sharp as they usually were, but that didn't seem to bother her much.

"I'm sorry," Spencer said as Hanna continued to glare. She sat up straighter, composed her face into a serious expression, and took one of Hanna's hands in both of hers. "I won't tease you anymore, okay?"

In the second it took Hanna to answer, Spencer felt a hundred things: warmth from Hanna's hand, the slightest twitch like Hanna was holding her hand in return, a flicker of unfamiliar yet undeniable pleasure. "Yeah, I'm sure that'll last a long time," Hanna muttered, but a smile was playing around the corners of her mouth. "I give it about five seconds."

"No, really," Spencer said earnestly, reaching around for her cup. Where had she left it? "I won't make fun of you, and – oh, shoot."

In searching blindly for her cup, she had found it – and then promptly knocked it over. She stumbled to her feet, watching the liquid seep into the carpet. Hanna stood up too, and Spencer noted that the other girl was steadier on her feet. Maybe it was just as well that she hadn't finished this cup too.

"I'm so sorry," Spencer mumbled, dropping to the floor with a box of tissues in one hand and scooping up the now-empty cup with the other.

"It's fine," Hanna assured her, skirting around the bed to help. She took the cup from Spencer and put it back on the table, and then grabbed a handful of tissues and started to mop up the mess. "Really, it's okay."

Amidst the frantic cleaning, Spencer remembered that she was at the Marin household, not the house of Hastings, and spilling something on the carpet wasn't a cardinal sin. And at least it wasn't wine, so the stain shouldn't be too bad. After she'd cleaned up most of the mess she sat back on her heels, holding a sodden clump of balled up tissues.

"Here," Hanna said, bringing over the small trashcan she kept under her desk.

Spencer tossed the clump of tissues into it and watched as Hanna carried it back over, tucking it under the desk. Then Hanna sat down on the bed, near where Spencer was still kneeling on the floor. Spencer was still trying to decide whether to apologize again or just pretend this never happened when she was interrupted by the sound of Hanna laughing.

"What?" Spencer asked, glancing up at her friend. "Why are you laughing?"

Hanna paused to get her breath, and Spencer realized she'd lost hers. Was her heart even beating? Was the sight before her so breathtaking that her body was actually shutting down? What are you doing, Spencer? she silently chided herself, but she was still so distracted by the sight of Hanna's smile that she almost missed what she said.

"You just looked so scared," Hanna quipped.

Although she tried to be mock-offended, Spencer found that she couldn't stop smiling. Figuring it was the alcohol, she decided not to fight the feeling. She was here, she was with Hanna, why shouldn't she be happy?

"Shut up," Spencer muttered, getting to her feet and slapping Hanna playfully on the knee. "I just didn't want to make a mess."

Other than the one I'm already in, she added silently. This was the first time she'd let herself consider the facts, the feelings, and form them into an equation that made sense – or rather, the first time she'd considered the answer to said equation. And on the surface, the answer was simple enough. But it had been pushed down below layers of uncertainty and doubt, and only now had she really thought about it.

Sitting down on the bed beside Hanna, Spencer felt her heart rate pick up significantly.

"So?" Hanna asked, leaning in slightly.

Spencer froze, deer-in-the-headlights still, but her mind worked frantically. So? What did that mean? "So… what?"

"Are you going to do it or not?"

In the silence that followed that question, Spencer's eyes flew wide open. "Do what?" she managed to choke out.

"Ask me the question," Hanna said, tilting her head to the side and giving her the kind of smile that made Spencer think of the sun breaking through clouds and butterflies landing on flowers and puppies frolicking in meadows.

"Q-question?" Spencer repeated, and then her senses came snapping back to her. "Oh! Right. The question I was going to ask."

"Yeah, like half an hour ago before you went all neat freak on me," Hanna said teasingly.

Rolling her eyes, Spencer had to search through her mind for a second to remember what question she had actually been about to ask. "Do you believe in fate?"

The question seemed to catch Hanna by surprise, which gave Spencer enough time to reel her feelings back in and push them back under a thin layer of respect for her friend – just enough to stop her doing something that might make Hanna uncomfortable.

"You mean like destiny, everything's laid out for you, you'll always end up where you're meant to be – that kind of stuff?" Hanna said after some consideration, and Spencer nodded. "Yeah, I think I do. Do you?"

"No."

Hanna blinked. "That's it?" she laughed. "Just 'no'?"

"You didn't elaborate either," Spencer pointed out.

Admitting defeat, Hanna grinned. "True," she said, thinking for a moment before continuing. "I just think that if two people are meant to be, they're going to find each other. Maybe it won't be easy, but it's going to… last, you know?"

Spencer nodded, noticing that her mind was starting to clear. The effects of the alcohol were wearing off, but it had lowered her inhibitions just enough for her to be able to have this conversation.

"It's like," Hanna went on, and Spencer had to work hard to be able to focus on her words without getting lost in her voice, "there's someone out there for everyone, and until you find them, you're going to be… incomplete." She paused, looking up into Spencer's eyes. "Do you know what I mean?"

Until that moment, Spencer hadn't. Fate, destiny, it had all seemed like a way to shirk responsibility and accountability. But what if it had led her here? "I'm starting to," she said softly, and she found herself shifting her position, leaning in closer to Hanna, wanting to be near her. "But I don't think it's always up to the universe to decide these things."

"Yeah?" Hanna raised an eyebrow, and when she spoke Spencer found herself focusing on that face, those lips, those eyes, and she wondered what it would be like to kiss her. "Whose choice is it then?"

"Maybe it's ours."

Something flashed through Hanna's eyes, lighting them up in a way that Spencer found irresistibly enticing. And in that moment Spencer's feelings bubbled forth, and she didn't even try to stop them. Something told her it was going to be okay.

"What would you do if it was your choice?" Hanna asked quietly.

Spencer caught her breath, held it for a second, made her decision. "Maybe I'd do something like this," she said, and then she leaned in and kissed her.

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A bold move by Miss Hastings. How do you guys think Miss Marin will react?

(And who else loved all the Spanna last episode? Wasn't it awesome?)