AUTHOR'S NOTE: Chapter Three…the point of part is Xander finding out. I just want you all to know that I don't own any of the movies I may mention in this story either. No one sue me, alright?

Dawn walked into the living room and growled to herself.  She had just searched the entire house and still had not found Andrew. Part of her wanted to kill him, but the other part was worried that he might have forgotten their date that night. They were going to see a new Sci-Fi film, something to do with aliens. She didn't really care what the movie was so long as Andrew was with her.

"Andrew?" She called out again, one last time.

"Dawn! C'mere!" She heard the voice from the kitchen.

"Xander?"

"Yeah!" He yelled back. Ok, so she hadn't checked the kitchen yet…

She walked into the room to find Xander repairing the window on the back door and Anya watching him while sipping on some of Giles' tea. "Woah…what happened in here?" She asked surveying the damage.

"Someone panicked last night and smashed the window."

"I said I was sorry." Anya defended. "It was your fault anyways…" She added under her breath.

"And how is that?" He turned around to face her, large shards of glass in either hand.

"You were the one who made me watch that stupid Mothman movie."

"The Mothman Prophesies? We own that?" Dawn said.

"Yeah, and I was the only one who would watch it with him."

"The Mothman wasn't little and brown, now was he?"

"No…but the one last night had red eyes and I figured it could have been the First."

"So she knocked out the window." Xander said, looking at Dawn.

"Neat. So, uh, anything you want me to do?"

"What?" He asked, a look of puzzlement crossing his features. "Oh, yeah…were you looking for Andrew?"

"Uh huh. I needed…uh…"

"He went to get some milk."

"Or so he said…" Anya put in. "He probably went to the gay demon bar."

"There's a gay demon bar?" Dawn asked. "Wait, no, I mean, he's not gay."

"And how would you know this?" Xander asked, now completely abandoning his project.

"Well, I…"

"You've been spending an awful lot of time with that guy."

"And? He's my friend."

Anya snorted. "With benefits."

"What?" Dawn and Xander cried in unison.

"Oh come on, Xander. You know they've been going at it for weeks. How could you not?"

He looked at Dawn with horror. "No, no. We haven't slept together or anything yet…"

"Yet?" He demanded. The horror was now replaced with disgust. "You've been making out with him? He's your boyfriend?"

"Yeah."

"I think it's cute." Anya said, winking at Dawn.

"I thought he was gay…" Xander said, shaking his head. "Ah, I don't care. Does he make you happy?"

"Yeah."

"The world's gonna end anyway." He turned around and began to patch up the glass.

"Dawn, you in here? We have to-," A voice called from the living room. She ran out of the kitchen.

"There you are." She said and smiled at Andrew.

"C'mon…we have to leave in two minutes."

"I thought you had forgotten…" She pouted.

"Forget? Psssh…no way!" He looked around. "Anyone in here?" He whispered.

"Not that would care." She smiled. He bent down and gave her a little kiss.

"Let's go." He said, taking hold of her hand and leading her out the door.