A/N- Racking my brain for countless days trying to better my storyline for your amusement has really taken a toll on my nerves...which is why I've decided to chuck everything else and just focus on my writing :] I hope it's worth it!

*This chapter is kind of short, but don't pass it over! It's very important for their budding relationship!! ;)

What would you say, if you were in House's position? When you've been put on the spot like that, and you don't really know how to continue, words seem to fail you don't they? There is so much you wish you could say, but as soon as the words pass your lips, they lose their meaning. How do you tell someone so fragile, so vulnerable, how you truly feel about them when you yourself don't really know?

House knew without saying anything that this was the turning point. They could either go forward into a relationship, or back, as if the whole thing had never happened. It all depended on what he chose to do now. Could he just smile sweetly and kiss him? Perhaps...but what would come of that? What would come of changing the subject, or smiling, embarrassment sparkling in the depths of his bright blue eyes?

What if...he said the same? What if he uttered the same three life-changing words that seemed to be screaming from the bottom of his heart to be released?

If he just smiled, what would that do? There was so much he wanted to say, so much that wished he could tell the man who was locked in his arms. He wanted to give that man what his wives had failed to--true unconditional love. He wanted to spend every day making him happy...and the strange feeling scared the blue-eyed doctor. He had never felt so strongly about a person, not this suddenly. It took many years for him to realize he wanted Cuddy, and now within days he'd moved on. He knew he wouldn't be happy without Wilson, but how could he tell him that?

He couldn't confess he was in love with the man. Not just because Gregory House was too proud to admit that, but he wasn't sure it was true. He had never questioned his emotions so much in all his life. Was it love? Could it be love? Could a man like Wilson possibly find it in his heart to feel more for him than just best friends? Clearly his feelings ran deeper than that, but were they true? Genuine?

House stared into the eyes of a man he had begun to see in a new light, and wondered what he saw in him. What was it that made him so sure it was House he loved? Didn't he ever question it? Didn't he ever wonder why? No, probably not. He would have just smiled and realized it had become more and more apparent in his behavior and his attitude. House pondered on that with a slight grin, curious to see if he had been the last to find out about Wilson's interest in him.

It was a difficult decision. He didn't want to screw it up, which made everything seem so much harder. What if he did this, what would it mean if he did that? Time was quickly running out. He had to choose something, or the man he so deeply cared about would be gone.

As he opened his mouth to say something, he heard a faint beeping. Wilson looked down at his pager and whimpered softly.

"One of my patients just flat-lined," he said hurriedly. "I have to go."

"We can...pick this up later," he offered, reluctantly taking his hands off of him. He stepped back slightly, not wanting to do something he might regret.

Wilson smiled and nodded. "Alright. Do you need a ride?"

"That would be nice, considering I don't have one," he said, relaxing as the sarcasm he was so familiar with seemed to calm his nerves.

The oncologist laughed and walked out, House following closely behind. The two got into the car and drove away, not saying a word about what had taken place. They would discuss it at home, later that night. For now, they would joke and laugh like they usually did, oblivious to what the future held in store for them.

House needed help. He wanted things to be absolutely perfect, but he wasn't sure what to do. He had spent hours in his office, focused solely on which option would bring the best outcome. He went through every possible choice, picking each one apart, trying to decide what to do.

Wilson had only come in once, to tell him that his patient had survived and was recovering. He needn't have said anything, though. House had always had faith in him. As far as he was concerned, Wilson was an amazing doctor.

Oh, and they were having spaghetti for dinner. Yum.

He hadn't seen his team at all. He figured they were doing clinic duty or something...he really couldn't care less. Well...there was one person he wanted to talk to. He sent a text to Chase. It's about Wilson, he added.

Fifteen minutes later, Chase walked in. He smiled as he closed the door. "Tell me everything."

It didn't take long to fill him in. By the time House was done explaining the situation, Chase was smiling.

"Sounds like you're genuinely worried about this. That's good." He leaned back in his chair and thought about it for a moment. "You should try kissing him."

"I did that already, genius. Three times. Obviously, that's not working," he said as he continued to pace.

"No, you've attacked each other. Hey, all of that tension between you and him has to get out somehow, right?" Chase grinned. "What I meant was...just a kiss."

"I'm not following." He stopped and looked at the boy. What was he talking about? He and Wilson had kissed three times already (not that he was keeping track or anything), and nothing more had happened. Well, aside from Wilson's little confession that morning.

Chase sighed. "I'm going to have to do this the hard way, aren't I?" It was a good thing the blinds were closed, because what followed would've caused hell.

He stood up and walked around the desk to where House was standing. He smiled softly as he wrapped his arms around the older man's neck. "Do it like this," he whispered. And with that, he kissed him.

House was surprised not only by Chase's actions, but by the soft intimacy of the simple kiss. That's all it was too. Soft, sweet...but it spoke volumes.

Then he slowly pulled away. House was stunned--he couldn't believe how breathless it had made him. He imagined what Wilson's face would be like if he were to do that to him, and he smiled. It was perfect.

"See?" Chase said as he let him go. "Now do that and you should be...good to go."

House nodded. "Okay." As Chase was about to leave, House grabbed his arm. "Hey..."

"Yeah?"

"......Thank you," he said softly.

Chase looked surprised for a moment, but he quickly nodded. "Don't mention it..."

A/N- Did you like it? Haha, wait until you see what I have in mind with that x] It might be a while until I update again, considering it's the holidays and I'll be doing some travelling. So if I don't update before the New Year, have a safe and wonderful holiday, my lovely readers!!! I love you!!! Next time: Things heat up at PPTH.