Phoebe's POV:

Blaine refused my plea to buy him a suit for the gala. He insisted that he could afford it himself. A part of me was afraid of what he decided to buy. I didn't that Blaine had bad taste of style, but if we were going to be photographed and put in magazines all over the world; I wanted us to look good. My father rented the two of us a limo, he felt that it would be classier than riding a taxi and safer than driving ourselves. I waited for Blaine inside the limo, texting Teddy back. He and Gwen were already at the gala opening; I couldn't wait to see him.

Blaine entered the limo fixing his bow tie, "Hey babe."

"Here, lemme do it," I grabbed the tie from his incapable hands.

I had to hand it to him, Blaine's choice of a dark grey, pinstriped suit. His bow tie was a lighter grey and he wore black dress shoes. He must have just gotten his haircut. In short, Blaine looked GQ worthy.

"Why're you looking at me like that?" Blaine smirked when he caught me checking him out.

"You look hot," I kissed his neck.

"You don't look too bad yourself," he pulled me back up to his lips.

I had chosen a silk, pumice colored Kaufman Franco halter maxi slip dress. My hair was in a tight bun on the top of my head.

"Why thank you," I resisted the urge to undo Blaine's bow tie and have sex with him right here.

Beside me, Blaine was jittery; his legs were bouncing up and down. Red carpet events weren't a big thing for me; I had grown up in the spotlight. To help settle his jitters, I grabbed Blaine's hand.

"I just hope I don't embarrass you or something," he admitted.

I rolled my eyes, "You couldn't embarrass me, I don't get embarrassed by much. Just pretend that it's a room full of people you know and act natural."

"How're you so calm?"

"I'm not trying to impress anyone; therefore, I don't have to try. I'm only going for my parents and to see Teddy and Gwen."

Blaine's body tensed, "Teddy is going to be there?"

"Yes, he is part of my family."

Blaine and Teddy really needed to get over this rivalry the two of them seem to have. Next to me, Blaine was quiet for the remainder of the ride. When the limo driver pulled up to the curb, paparazzi and reporters crowded the sidewalk. I turned to Blaine and gave him a quick, reassuring kiss on the lips.

"Come on, tonight will be fun," I promised.

"If you say so," Blaine rolled his eyes.

It was cute to see him so self-conscious, "Just hold my hand and look at me if you become nervous."

"Are you two getting out Miss?" the driver questioned.

Blaine shot him a look, I smacked his arm. Our driver stepped out of the car and opened the door for us. I was immediately bombarded with questions and camera flashes. Blaine climbed out of the car and held my hand as we walked down the red carpet.

"Miss Grey, is this your boyfriend?"

"Miss Grey, what are you wearing tonight?"

"Are your parents coming tonight Miss Grey?"

Becoming protective, Blaine's hold on me became tighter. Up closer to the door were big time news reporters; the ones that mattered. Paparazzi would twist your words and next thing you know; Blaine and I were getting engaged and had a baby on the way. The first reporter to come up me was one I had seen on television many times before. She was good at her job; kept her facts straight.

"Miss Grey, Olivia Fillips here, who is this lovely fellow on your arm tonight?" she pointed her microphone towards me.

Her cameraman zoomed in on me, waiting for my response.

"This is my boyfriend, Blaine O'Reilly," I grinned up towards Blaine.

"How long have you two been dating? And how does your father, the infamous Christian Grey feel about this relationship?"

"He loves Blaine, the whole family loves him," I gushed.

"Mr. O'Reilly, how does it feel to be dating a Grey? You must have some pretty big shoes to fill," Olivia pointed the microphone towards Blaine.

"They're like a regular family, it's been great getting to know them," Blaine smiled.

"Hmm, so father's approval, obvious chemistry, do I hear wedding bells in the future?" she grinned at the camera.

Both Blaine and I flushed and laughed uncomfortably. We were thankfully saved by Teddy and Gwen's arrival. I gave Gwen and then Teddy a hug; making sure to whisper my thanks in Teddy's ear. Teddy and Blaine gave each other a less than cordial handshake; Blaine was friendlier towards Gwen.

"What do you think of your sister's boyfriend Mr. Grey?" Olivia turned the microphone towards Teddy.

"He's a great guy," Teddy slapped Blaine's back, "As long as he doesn't hurt my sister, we don't have a problem."

"I see we have a protective older brother here," Olivia smiled into the camera, "You've gotten the inside scoop here first. Phoebe Grey is off of the market; sorry to break your heart America. Our precious Phoebe is growing up."

Her attention was switched to the governor and his wife. We were stopped by three or four more photographers on our way inside. Blaine warmed up to the scrutiny of the reporters; he even seemed to have fun. Once inside, he grabbed two flutes of champagne for us. Teddy and Gwen followed us around the art exhibit, easing the boredom of the night. Before dinner, I received a text from my father saying how beautiful I looked in my dress and how proud he was of me on the carpet. I smiled and told him that I loved him then slipped my phone back into my clutch.

Pulling out my chair for me, Blaine and I sat at a table consisting of Teddy, Gwen, a socialite named Fiona and her boyfriend, a professional tennis player named Vladimir, a New York Times Best Seller's list author and her husband Vince. Everyone was chatting, getting along and laughing; even Teddy and Blaine. The artist talked about her new art pieces and even sold a few paintings.

It wasn't until after midnight that Blaine and I returned home. Blaine had wanted to sleep over and I wasn't one for protest; we were slipping back into our usual ways. Georgia was already asleep when we came home; Batman was the only one eager to find out about our night. Blaine helped me unzip my dress and lowered me down onto the bed; pinning beneath him.

"I've wanted to get you out of this dress all night," he murmured on my neck.

I unbuckled him from his pants, "Funny thing is, I've wanted to get you out of your clothes too."

I pulled Blaine up to my mouth and kissed him deeply. He unbuttoned the rest of his outfit without breaking contact with my mouth. His hands slipped my thong off and entered me. A shudder shot down my spine at the coolness of Blaine's fingers. In less than two minutes, Blaine made me come from the expertise of his fingers. He pulled away to lick away my arousal from his fingers.

"Best thing I've tasted all night," he kissed my neck.

"Shower," I squirmed under him.

Blaine carried me all the way to the shower; I giggled and tried to get out of his grasp. The warm water felt good against my skin. I took my hair out of the bun, letting it fall loosely down my back. Blaine and I washed each other's bodies, exploring one another with slippery and soapy hands. Blaine pinned me against the shower wall and continued to kiss me. I stand up and position myself with my palms against the shower wall, leaning forward as Blaine stands behind me and thrust into me without warning. I cried out in surprise, and he wasted no time in fucking me as hard and fast as he could. Blaine reached his arms around me and grabbed my chest, working my nipples through his fingers as he pounded me. We were both panting and gasping as my hips pressed back to meet him. With a little shout, he announced his orgasm and I feel him release his load deep inside me. He continued to thrust until he was completely drained, then he slumped against my back, both of us breathless and spent.

"I don't know if I'm imagining this but I feel like the sex has gotten better ever since we got back together," Blaine kissed my shoulder.

"You're not imagining anything," I breathed.

Blaine pushed himself off of me and turned the shower head off, "Now in the bed?"

He swiftly carried me in his arms and into my bedroom.