The next morning when Chase woke up he turned over carefully, seeing House fast asleep, mouth open slightly as he snored gently.

Chase grinned ear from ear, leaning over he kissed House on the cheek and got out of the bed quietly.

He made the short walk to the kitchen and put on the coffee, he sat at the small table as he waited and took a deep breathe, they had still not spoken about yesterday, and Chase had avoided the phone calls from Cameron , he couldn't face anyone from work yet, should I leave? He thought, brushing it aside as quickly as the thought had popped into his head.

He had a life here, a good job, good friends whom he was sure were not going to abandon him, sure they were going to be shocked, but he couldn't see them leaving him, and he had House.

He couldn't leave all that behind, he couldn't run again.

Chase smiled as he poured the coffee with his good hand, despite of everything that happened he was falling in love with House, the events drawing them closer together rather driving them apart.

"I didn't know coffee made you so happy?" Chase spun round, a bit too fast as House walked up behind him; he wrapped his arms around the man's waist and buried his head into his shoulder.

They stood there for a few moments and House breathed in everything he could, Chase's welcoming warmth, the way the strands of this blonde hair tickled the side of his head.

He moved away as his leg began to throb and he sat down in the chair that Chase had vacated, taking two vicodin.

"Well the coffee doesn't, more along the lines of the person who I made the coffee for." He smiled, blushing as he put a cup for House on the table.

The tenderness of the moment had taken Chase by surprise, he didn't realise that House had it in him, and at the same time it felt as though he had a balloon expanding in his stomach.

"How did you know I was awake?" House asked as he took the cup, Chase got his own cup and sat down opposite House, "I assumed the smell of coffee would make you get up."

House laughed, as he lifted the cup to his mouth. When he had taken a sip he looked at Chase seriously, "You know things are going to get harder don't you Robert?" Chase looked at him with the use of his first name.

"I know, I just, I didn't expect them to find out, especially not like that." Chase said he still felt bad for flinching away from House's touch in the conference room, and he needed to assure House that he was committed to them; he leaned a hand over the table and lay it over the older mans.

He leaned over the table and kissed House gently; pouring everything he could into that kiss, his love, admiration and above all, his happiness.

He drew back and waited a moment before speaking, "House, Greg, I know things are going to be hard when we go back to work, I'm aware of what people are going to say, but I still want to be with you okay?"

House looked at him without saying anything and Chase wondered if he had said something wrong, but in truth House was finding it hard to talk.

The only thing on his mind since last night was if Chase was strong enough to handle this; was if Chase still wanted to be with him, and he had just answered all of his questions without House needing to ask.

"That's all I needed to know." House whispered and Chase heard his voice crack softly, "If you cry then I'll know hell has frozen over," Chase laughed and House scowled at him.

"I hate to bring this up again but what are you going to do about your brother?"

Chase sighed, he really didn't want to talk about this anymore, "I don't know, I can't press charges against my own brother, and I can't decide what you should do."

"What do you mean what I should do?" House asked, even though he knew what Chase meant.

"He assaulted you, you can press charges, I wouldn't blame you to be honest." House shook his head, he didn't admit that the thought had crossed his mind, mainly due to what James Chase had inflicted upon his younger brother, he had been punched before, and it was no big deal.

"I'm not going to press charges, but I would like to talk to him." Chase groaned, "I promise I won't hit him again, I don't have anymore canes left." Chase rolled his eyes, but he smiled at House,

"Okay, you can talk to my brother, if you take me out today." House didn't even need time to think about it,

"Where would you like to go?"

short chapter I know, but I wanted it to be short, highlighting some of the tender moments.
The next couple of chapters is going to be full of this stuff...but I'm not going to over do it, also things will heat up soon but I will put a warning at the bginning of the chapter to let people know.

I hope you like this chapter, and the fluffyness, damn it's hard keeping them in character!

Thank you as always for reading and reviewing!