Author Note: Thanks for the great response to the last chapter! Some of you are expecting them to get caught, and some of you want to see them get caught!

I stumped everyone with this chapter's title by Elton John. Maybe everyone hated the song… or no one knew that the St. Louis hockey team is called the Blues.

I'm usually an 80s gal, but I went to the Eagles concert last night!

Thanks again to moosals for pre-reading. Stephenie Meyer owns all characters.

Chapter 13 – I Guess That's Why They Call It the Blues

"Bella!"

My eyes slowly open when I hear Edward calling my name.

"Someone has been texting you for the last half hour."

He hands me my phone and I turn it on, reading through the increasingly panicked messages from Alice. I quickly type out a text to let her know I'll be home soon.

"Alice was worried," I explain. "What time is it?"

"Eleven. Come on, get dressed and I'll take you home."

Gathering up my clothes, I carry them into the bathroom since I need to pee. I put my clothes back on, then finger-comb the rat's nest in my air.

When I come out, Edward is dressed as well. His hand on my back, he leads me back to the foyer and out toward his car.

"I am going to have such fun explaining this," I fret.

He laughs. "You can tell her you have a boyfriend."

"She'll want to meet you."

"Well… I don't envy you the task of explaining that one… Hey!" he yelps when I reach over and slap his arm.

"It's not fair that we're keeping this quiet for you, but I'm the one who has to lie to her friends," I pout. I knew what I was getting into though, so I can't really complain.

"I'm sorry," he says softly. "It's just… I could be in a lot of trouble if word gets out about us."

"I know, and I certainly don't want to cause you any trouble."

Edward drops me right near my apartment; it's dark, so I doubt anyone will see him dropping me off. We agree to do something together next weekend, and then I march inside to face the firing squad.

"Isabella Swan, where the hell have you been?" Alice asks before I'm even completely through the door.

"Chill, Alice, I was on a date."

"Until 11 o'clock at night?"

I shrug.

"Why didn't you answer my texts? Was your phone off?"

"I—we—I fell asleep," I admit.

"Did you have sex with him?" she asks, eyes wide.

I walk over to join my friends in the living room, taking a seat on the loveseat since Jake is taking up far more than his fair share of the couch.

"Yes," I admit, holding my breath as I wait for their responses.

"Way to go!" Jake yells, reaching over to high-five me.

"So who is this guy? Why haven't we met him?" Alice asks, sounding a bit like a parent.

"You-you have met him," I begin, really hoping that telling them some sort of truth isn't the wrong way to handle this.

"We have? Who?" she asks.

"Edward — the guy I was talking to at my birthday party."

"The guy who slammed James into the wall?" Jake asks excitedly. "I approve then."

"Yes, him," I admit, really hoping that neither one has learned in the last month that he's a teacher and not just an older student.

"He was kinda old, wasn't he?" Alice asks. "Well, I guess you've got a thing for older men. He was hot though, I'll give you that."

"He was," Jake agrees. "So when can we meet him for real?"

"I… I don't know," I admit.

"What do you mean, you don't know? You've met Jasper."

"He… he is older, you're right." I realize then that I don't actually know for sure how old Edward is. "And… I think… he wouldn't really be comfortable with a bunch of freshman."

"Yet he's dating you," Alice says, eyes narrowed.

I shrug helplessly. It was a dumb excuse, but it was the best I could come up with. "I'll work on him," I promise.

"So what was it like?" she asks, eyes wide. "Jasper and I haven't done the deed yet, but… I think it'll be soon. I really think he's the one," she adds for the umpteenth time.

"It was amazing!" I gush. "I-I guess that's the benefit of dating an older man: he knows what he's doing in bed."

"Just be careful, all right?" Alice says. "I'd hate to see him taking advantage of you."

"He's not," I assure them.

"So what else did you guys do today?" Jake asks.

"We drove out to Hermann on Highway 94 so we could see the Fall colors. It was really romantic," I sigh. "I got to use my fake ID to do a wine tasting with him, and then we had dinner at one of the wineries."

"Stop! You guys are making me so jealous that I'm the only one in this apartment with no boyfriend," Jake pouts, getting up and walking into the kitchen.

"Sorry, Jake!" I laugh. "I'm gonna head to bed. See you guys in the morning."

I spend much of Wednesday's class daydreaming of Saturday night. I'm pathetic. Edward, of course, is totally cool.

"Ms. Swan," he calls me once class is over. I wait for a couple slow students to leave, then walk toward where he's waiting for me by his desk.

"I managed to score Blues-Blackhawks tickets for tonight from someone who couldn't use them. Would you like to go with me?"

"What sport is that again?"

"Hockey!" he exclaims, shaking his head. "How could you grow up with your father and not know that?"

"Dad likes baseball — the Cubs," I explain.

"The Blackhawks are Chicago's team, so it's a huge rivalry in both cities. It should be a great game."

"Well, all right," I agree. "I don't have to study or anything tonight."

"Awesome," he smiles. "The game starts at seven. I'll pick you up around six, Ok?"

"I look forward to it," I smile, walking out of the room before I do something stupid.

"You're gonna root for the Blues, right?" Jake demands when he finds out where I'm going tonight. "You're not rooting for the Blackhawks just because you grew up in Chicago."

I shrug. "I didn't follow the Blackhawks when I lived in Chicago."

"You need a Blues jersey to wear, but mine'll be too big on you."

"Duh!"

"Maybe Alice has one," he suggests.

"Alice isn't home."

"So? We'll go look in her closet, come on!" Jake motions for me to follow him, and I do, though I feel weird about it. Alice is always offering that I can borrow her clothes though. Of course, I'm about one pants size and two cup sizes larger than her, so I can't wear much. A jersey would probably work though.

"Here it is," Jake announces, pulling out a light blue jersey.

"Tarasenko," I read the name on the back.

He nods. "Vladimir Tarasenko. He's one of our top scoring players."

"He sounds Russian." I try not to frown.

"He is," Jake confirms. Ugh, like I need the reminder of Edward's Russian wife.

I shrug the jersey over my head and Jake gives me the thumbs up.

Edward sent me a text this afternoon to tell me we could get food at the game, but I still help Jake make something for dinner before it's time to leave. Unlike Alice, he's showing some aptitude for cooking.

"See ya, Jake!" I call just before six, heading outside to meet Edward. The weather is still nice, so I don't bother throwing a jacket on over my jersey.

"A Blues jersey?" Edward laughs as I open the car door.

"It's Alice's. Jake insisted," I explain. "I think he'll refuse to talk to me again if I cheer for the Blackhawks. Which side are you on?"

"Since I grew up closer to St. Louis than Chicago, we usually paid more attention to the Blues, but I've been in Chicago for 10 years, so…" he shrugs. "I think I'm Team Switzerland."

We decide to drive to the large park'n'ride lot at North Hanley and take the Metrolink to the game, rather than trying to find parking in downtown St. Louis. The light rail is much more limited than the Chicago 'L' but it does cross the UMSL campus and go downtown. Hopefully no one who knows Edward as Professor Cullen is getting on the train at either of the campus stops. I assume he's considered that possibility already.

Once we've arrived at our station, we exit the train along with nearly everyone else. From there, it's just a short walk to the Scottrade Center.

Inside, there are a number of people buzzing around. Edward declares he wants a Philly cheesesteak, so I decide to pick something from the same concession stand rather than looking elsewhere. I debate getting a fried chicken sandwich before deciding on a pretzel dog.

We find our seats, and I try to figure out best way to eat my dinner without making a mess — it's much larger than I expected it to be.

"Good practice for my monster cock, huh?" Edward whispers in my ear once I've taken a couple of large bites.

"You're not funny."

He laughs. "You're the one who calls it that."

Yes, I do. But now he's got me wondering… does he expect a blowjob? I mean, he went down on me in spectacular fashion last Saturday. And it's not that I don't want to try it, though I'm a bit worried that I'll be awful and gag or something.

Since my dad pretty much just sticks to baseball and to a lesser extent, football, I'm pretty much clueless once the game starts, but Edward doesn't seem to mind explaining it to me. I guess it's the teacher in him.

The Blues end up winning 5-2, and I even get to cheer for the guy on my borrowed jersey when he scores a goal in the second period. It's actually a fun time, and not just because I've had Edward's arm around me for most of the game.

We walk hand in hand back to the Metrolink station. Of course, a ton of people are already waiting on the platform for the next westbound train. When it finally comes, we manage to get on the train, but not get a seat. I don't really care though, since I've been sitting for the last three hours.

It's also a great opportunity for me to stand close to Edward. He wraps his arms around my waist, while mine are around his neck. We're pressed as tightly together as we can be.

"This is nice," he says, bending down to kiss me. I kiss him back, though I'm conscious of not being too disgusting to those around us. I remember how I felt about hallway PDAs.

"I suppose I need to take you straight home, right?"

"I'm afraid so. I have class in the morning."

"So do I," he laughs. "At 9:30."

"I should be free at least part of this weekend though. Alice wants to do something together Saturday afternoon."

"So we'll go out Saturday night," he agrees. "I probably need to spend most of the weekend grading anyway."

"Not my class!" I exclaim, suddenly worried that we have a test or paper due on Friday that I've forgotten.

"No," he assures me. "I teach two junior-level writing courses."

The train finally reaches the North Hanley stop, where nearly everyone gets off; the only stations further west are at the airport. It's a fairly quick drive to my apartment from the station.

"Thanks for inviting me to the game. I had fun," I smile.

"Me too." Edward crooks his finger and I lean closer for a kiss. "See you Friday."

"Where exactly are we going, Alice?" I ask as she drives us to a secret destination after lunch on Saturday. She told me to wear leggings today, which was an odd request.

"You'll find out soon enough!"

We eventually pull into a strip mall parking lot, though I still don't know what we're doing here. I follow Alice up a number of stairs, and then she opens the door to a day spa!

"We're at a spa?" I ask, confused.

"I think… this weekend might be the one with Jasper," she confesses. "So I wanted to get one of their body treatments to have super-soft skin. And, you know, a fresh Brazilian."

"And I'm here for moral support?" I ask hopefully.

"No," she laughs. "I got you the same package."

Narrowing my eyes, I follow her to the counter to check in. The body treatment sounds nice, but I'm not so sure about the Brazilian. I mean, obviously I keep things well-manicured, but that seems like a really sensitive area to rip out all of the hairs by the roots. I know millions of women do it though.

Alice and I are sent to a locker room to change into robes. There is only one wet room so we agree that I'll do the body treatment first while she gets her waxing done. She'll then wait in the sauna if I'm not quite finished.

The body treatment is amazing! I feel so relaxed and my skin is silky smooth. Edward is going to love it, I hope. He'll probably also like the Brazilian wax, though my aesthetician can totally tell that I'm nervous as she gets me into position.

Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!

Jesus Christ, I am never going through that again, despite her assurances that the first time is the worst. I'm not sure I'll be letting Edward in my pants tonight.

"I hate you," I grumble at Alice when I meet her in the locker room.

"Oh relax," she chuckles. "Mine doesn't even hurt anymore."

I totally give her the evil eye as we walk out, but she does insist that this afternoon was her treat, so I reluctantly thank her. I'm also glad for the leggings suggestion instead of tighter jeans.

Alice was right, I begrudgingly admit — I'm not in any pain by the time I need to start getting ready for my date. I decide to stick with the leggings and just choose a nicer tunic top to wear over it. After fixing my hair and make-up, I find Alice fretting over her appearance in the mirror.

"You look great, Al."

She smiles at me. "I'm totally nervous," she confesses.

"Don't do it if you don't feel ready," I caution her. "Jasper will understand if he's as great as you say he is."

"I know. And I am ready. Be honest with me — how much is it gonna hurt?"

"I think it depends on Jasper's technique. And size," I add. "Bigger is not better your first time."

Alice demonstrates Jasper's size with her hands. "That… seems like it'll be Ok," I assure her. What she's describing seems only slightly above average to me… based on my sample of one, ha.

"Your guy was bigger than that?" she asks, eyes wide. I do my own demonstration and they widen even further. "Holy shit! It's a wonder he didn't rip you in half."

"Tell me about it," I mutter. After a last hug, I head outside to look for Edward's car.

A/N: So Bella had to face the music and at least tell her friends she has a serious boyfriend. She and Edward had a non-sexual date, and then she and Alice got pampered for their men. We will meet Jasper at some point.

Next update on Thursday. What does Edward have planned for their date?

For a teaser: A sexy, rockin' hair band Top 5 hit from the late 80s.

Thank you to everyone who helped vote "Lonely in Your Nightmare" as second place for Favorite Empire Records in the Twific Fandom Awards!