A/N: The beginning of this chapter is literally the worst please read the whole thing though. I think you'll like it.

It's been awhile hasn't it? If anyone is confused about why sam does what she does later on pls read the ending a/n. if still confused pm me.

"So, what did jade tell you?" I prodded Cat, I doubted she'd tell me but I needed to know. I'm not very fond being left in the dark.

"Nothing," she giggled and I groaned. Grabbing my hand she led me into their theatre. It was small and not at all what I expected. I'd thought it would have been bigger with velvet seat cushions and real isles. Instead it was a small stage with folding chairs. "This is where we hold most of our plays."

"Really?" I laughed. I looked a bit pathetic but I didn't dare say that in front of Cat, she might've gone all 'what's that supposed to mean' on me.

"What's that supposed to mean?!" So close.

"Nothing let's move on, shall we?" She led me next to a recording studio. It had an enclosed booth and a soundboard attached to the outside. "Huh, what's this?"

"This is where I spend most of my time," she said. "I sing."

"Show me." She blushed but walked over to the soundboard turning the mike on. She then walked into the booth grabbing the it.

"You ready? Press that green button on the left." I nodded and did as I was told and music started to play. "I know you've been hurt by someone else, I can tell be the way you carry yourself. If you let me here's what I'll do, I'll take care of you."

She started singing and I felt my breath catch in my throat. She was amazing. When she finished I jumped out of my seat.

"You just…wow Cat." She blushed, "Why didn't you tell me you could sing?"

"It never came up?" her cheeks grew even redder and she grabbed my hand once more leading me out of the room. "Onto Sikowitz's classroom!"

What kind of name is Sikowitz? Sounded like he wasn't mentally stable and the look of his classroom didn't help. There were coconuts strewn about in the back and the mini stage area in the front was a mess. There were costumes messily piled in one corner and the blackboard was a mix of penis drawings and something about mimes. Looked like my kind of place. "This is your acting class?"

"Sort of, improv."

"You act too? Baby's got talent."

"Oh you," she giggled. "This is my favorite class. Sikowitz always has us do wacky assignments but we learn a lot in this class."

"Show me." She turned away from me and started to clear her throat.

"Put your hands up criminal!" she whipped back around red hair flying hand cocked like she was holding a gun. Her face had completely changed, gone was that shy grin replaced by the hardened face of a lady cop. A hot lady cop.

"Am I gonna get a pat down, officer? I'm sure I have a weapon somewhere around here." I grinned and winked at her raising my arms. I don't know if she noticed or not because her face didn't change.

"Up against the wall." She put one hand on my shoulder and pushed me towards the blackboard and said firmly, "spread your legs."

"As you say officer," I smiled and obeyed. She ran her hands along my arms first, skimming my armpits and lingering at my boobs. "Find something you like, officer?"

She just grunted and continued her "search". She lightly brushed the outside of my legs and did the same with the inside.

"All clear, you may step away."

"Really?" I reached into my pants and pulled out a not-so-frozen butter sock waving it in front of her face.

"Aww man," her voice was back to normal, high and childish once more. She hooked her arm in mine and led me out. We walked until we reached the stairs and the exit.

"What's up there any way?" I pointed to the stairs.

"I don't know," she said airily staring at the steps.

"Cat?"

"Oh, right. Follow meeee." Arm still caught in mine she opened a door I handn't noticed before and led me inside.

"Cat, this looks like a janitor's closet."

"That's because it is," I raised an eyebrow and she just looked at me. I made for the door but it was locked.

"Cat," she wasn't even looking at me. Her eyes were cast down at her phone as one hand ran through her hair. She looked nervous. "Cat?"

She glanced at me then at the door. Twirling her hair a little she bit her lip and looked back at me. She then, get this, she pushed me against the wall, looked up for what I thought was prayer, then squeezed her eyes shut and mashed, and I mean mashed, her lips into mine. She was about to pull away when I grabbed her shoulders and held her in place.

"Sam," I felt her say against my lips. I licked hers in response, trying to get her to let me in. She eventually figured it out and we began to tongue wrestle until she pushed away for need of air. "Sam."

"You like that?" With my mouth slightly open I licked my teeth to show her I was up for another round. That lasted for about two seconds until I spotted a certain black haired cretin. She had a wicked smile on her face as she pushed open the door. I saw Cat quickly dart behind her. "You do this, tall dark and gruesome?"

"Yeah what of it?"

"Momma likey," I put my hand out and she slapped it with vigor.

"Y-you're not mad?" Cat said peeking out from behind Jade.

"Nope. But I am aching to get home, coming?" Cat nodded and ran to my side once more. Before we left through the double doors I looked back at Jade and winked. "Pleasure doing business with you, West."

As we entered the apartment I immediately threw myself onto the couch.

"So what do you want to do Valentine?" I was on a roll with the last names today. "Eat, sleep, games?"

"Games?" She sounded excited, "Really?"

"Yeah, Cops and robbers," If she caught on she showed no sign.

"Okay I'm the cop, what have you stolen?" I jumped up.

"Put your hands up."

"I thought I was the cop?" she said and I raised my eyebrow, "ok."

I grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. "Now count," she closed her eyes and obeyed. I walked into our room and sat on my bed taking my shoes off as I waited for Cat to "find" me. She walked in gun hand out and looked around till she spotted me sitting cross legged on the bed. I held up her shirt and waved it around.

"You're under arrest, Puckle," she tackled me and pinned my arms to the bed, her legs straddling my waist. "You're charged with two counts of stolery."

"What?" I laughed, "What did I stole officer?"

"My shirt," she whispered. "and my heart."

She kissed me then, and she wasn't awkward or nervous or sloppy or bad. It was good, confident, and dominant. She didn't have to ask for me to part my lips, her tongue had snaked its way in exploring every inch of my mouth. Her hands moved deftly as she unhooked my bra and in that moment I realized that I was inexperienced. Cat had definitely done this before and not with me. Before she could finish getting it off I pushed her away.

"Too fast?" she asked, rubbing my stomach with one hand and holding herself up with the other. I frowned. Her voice seemed deeper somehow. "We don't have to…y'know."

"No, I mean yes... I mean no," I struggled with my words and used my hands to grab my bra holding it up for her to see. "I just-where did you learn this?"

"What do you-," she stopped and her lips spread into a shy smile, her cheeks growing red. She sat up fully, removing her hand from my midsection and leaning back on her legs. "I've had other girl-, I mean partners before."

"You were about to say girlfriends, weren't you?" she turned away. "Why didn't you tell me!"

"I didn't think it was important," she shrank away moving off my bed towards her own. "I didn't think it would happen like this."

"Like this?" I gestured to both our half naked forms. "Do you ever think?"

"I just-"

"No, of course not," I said between clenched teeth as I snatched my bra and shirt from off the ground.

I left the room and threw myself onto the couch turning the TV on in the process. I stayed there until late, Cat hadn't come out of the room since our "fight" and I was getting hungry.

"Yes two large pepperoni pizzas. Can't you hear? Yeah delivery… okay," I hung up the phone and flipped through stations on the TV, channel surfing. "Fucking idiot."

The doorbell rang half an hour later and as I waited to hear the familiar 'ding-dong' from Cat, I realized she was still in the room doing…whatever. I answered the door somewhat sullenly and even tipped the delivery boy by accident. I sat there on the couch watching Drake and Josh, stuffing my face with pizza when I heard the quiet whine of poorly oiled door hinges. I turned my head but the door had already been closed… or never opened. I got up as quietly as I could, box of pizza still in my hand, and gingerly made my way to the bedroom door.

"Hey," I tried. "You uh…you want some pizza?"

She didn't answer but I saw a shape under the comforter and made my way to it.

"Cat," I tried again, poking the sheets. She just made a whimpering noise and scooted away from me. That hurt. It hurt real bad and my hand made a wild scramble for my chest gripping the fabric above my heart tight. I set the box down next to where I figured her head was and left, grabbing my comforter as I went.

I woke to a vibrating cheek, as I lifted my head I found that it was my phone making all the movement. Jade.

"What do you want, West?"

"I can see you're a morning person."

"Jade."

"I'm taking you and Cat to breakfast. Be ready at 8."

"I don't think that's such a good idea, Cat and I, we-"

"Oh I know," she said coyly. "I don't need the details Puckett."

"That's not- fucking hell." She'd hung up on me again. I put the phone down and ran a hand through my hair. Jade would kill me once she found out what had happened. The girl was very protective of Cat and I had no doubt in my mind that she would cut me if she deemed suitable. And what about Cat? How would she be feeling at breakfast? I got up feeling worse than I had before and quietly walked into the bedroom being extra careful as to not wake a sleeping Cat. She seemed to be sleeping at least, still just a mound under a blanket. I got dressed putting on a white muscle-t that said DBAG and a pair of black jean shorts. Seemed suitable, I mean I still don't understand why I own that shirt, but I do and Cat loves it now.

"Cat?" I said as I walked over to her bed and poked the mound of covers. "Cat, wake up."

"Nnn," her head poked out and she just looked at me. Her eyes were rimmed red and the creases under them seemed more prominent than ever before.

"Uhm, Jade wants to take us to breakfast. I mean it's ok if you don't want to but she's gonna be here in 20 minutes so, y'know…" In answer she pushed the covers off of herself and headed towards the closet. She stopped at the door though, and turned around her eyes on me. "Huh? Oh I'll, yeah, I'll wait in the living room."

She didn't want me in there while she changed. I felt like I had just been slapped and I sat on the couch, head in my hands. You done fucked up was the only thought I could think.

"So obviously things did not go as I thought they had," Jade and Cat sat across from me. Cat's face was buried in the IHOP menu as Jade gripped a cup of coffee like she was trying to choke it. I turned my head to look out the window. Some guy zipped past on a motorcycle and I suddenly wished I was on mine. "Answer me Puckett!"

"You didn't even ask a question." I tried to say it with conviction but my voice fell flat and I couldn't even look her in the eye.

"Well now I am," she snapped. "What happened last night?"

"Why don't you ask her," I pointed to Cat. "It's her fault."

"What are you talking about?"

"Did you know she has other girlfriends, oops I mean partners," I said sarcastically.

"Had," Cat butt in.

"Whatever. Well did you, Jade?"

"Yeah, so what," I huffed and looked away. Why was I telling her this anyway, this was none of her business.

"I never even knew that I liked girls until this ball of sunshine," I gestured at Cat, "came around. And even then…being gay it's just not-"

"Not what? In your agenda? Moral?" she said making air quotes. "Being gay is not something you choose nor is it something to be ashamed of. Cat didn't choose to be who she is, neither did I, and the same goes for you."

"Wait, you're," I paused debating whether I should ask or not. "You're gay?"

"No, I'm not. I'm bi but that's not the point. We're not talking about me, are we?"

"No, we're talking about me,"

"Wrong!" she slammed her cup down on the table," This isn't just about you, Puckett. That was your mistake, making it all about you. You really fucking hurt Cat yesterday. Did you even stop to think about how she felt? No, of course not."

I put my hand over my face and sighed. That was the same thing I'd said to Cat the night before. She must have felt worse than I did in that moment. God, I was such a fucking asshole.

"I need some air," I pushed myself out of the booth we had been sitting in and left the restaurant, sucking in air as soon as I got outside. I stood there for a while, trying to enjoy the warmth of the sun on my face. I'd just fucked up so bad. Worse than the time I hit that cop with a butter sock. Worse than that night I spent in jail. Worse than that time when pushed Carly so far away she wouldn't talk to me for a month. Carly. I really wished she were there to tell me what to do because I sure as hell didn't. I wondered what she was doing then. Was she having a good time? Enjoying Italy without me?

"The food is at the table," I turned fast enough only to see Jade enter the restaurant, her face blank. I walked in after her and my best to make my face do the same. We ate in silence. Jade and Cat occasionally exchanged looks but never said anything, and that killed me the most.

"Thanks Jade," I murmured as I exited her car. I waited for Cat to follow but she only looked down at her lap. "Are you-are you coming Cat?"

"She's going to stay at my place for a while," Jade said looking away, "it's for the best."

I nodded and walked away feeling like the biggest piece of shit in existence.

"Please answer, please answer. Hey Carly! I need help I fucked up real bad this time…no, not with the law. Just please get on chat."

As her face appeared on screen I felt myself falling apart slowly. My eyes grew hard to keep open and I felt tears threatening to break out.

"Sam, what's wrong? You're crying." It felt so good to hear her voice, to know I at least still had her in my corner. "Sam, tell me."

"Cat. I- she-we," I struggled between hiccups. "We almost and she told me and I- I flipped out on her and now Jade.

"Sam, you're not making any sense. Calm down and start from the beginning, you almost what?" So I told her. I told her how I'd saved Cat from the dump truck, how she selflessly invited me to live with her. I told her about all the fun we'd had babysitting. Told her about Jade and how good of a friend that smartass could be. Told her how Cat loved chocolate ice cream but hated strawberry, how she never really had any friends till her junior year of highschool. Told her how Cat and I almost had sex, how I pushed her away, how much of an ass I was. I told her about breakfast. Told her about how sorry I was. She just listened, no interruptions except the occasional laugh. I told her that I thought I was gay.

"Well," she said and I could tell she was trying to place her words carefully. "If that's how you feel Sam then I'm here for you. I will always love you no matter what. You're my best friend, remember?"

"Thanks Carls. But what should I do? About Cat I mean. How do I fix it?"

"I'm not sure this is something you can "fix" Sam. You can't just say a few words and think it'll all go back to normal. You have to be genuine with her. You have to tell her how you feel, tell her everything you told me."

"But-"

"No buts Sam. You want to fix this right?"

"Yes."

"Then do as I say."

"Thanks Carly. I really owe you one."

"You owe me a million," she laughed and I joined in. " But Sam."

"Yeah?"

"Make sure you tell her you love her."

"Wha-" but she'd already signed off and the screen went black. I put my laptop to the side replaying all that I'd said about Cat. I guess I did love her.

A/N:

Love is in the air. Didja like it? why sam flipped out on cat: sam was not fully in touch with her gayness. the only reason she seemed okay with it before (i.e the whole jade being hot thing,) was because it was only her thoughts. now that cat has made it something concrete shes worried because she's never had to deal with it. sam is just scared thats all. i should have put hints in the other chpts but i didn't i intend to fix that for future readers.