TITLE: Burgandy

AUTHOR: Ben Is Glory

RATING: PG-13

PAIRING: B/S

DISCLAIMER: Characters do not belong to me. And I probably should have mentioned earlier that the title comes from a Common Rotation song. Goooood band, go listen!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: PLEASE DON'T HATE ME! Seriously, yo. I'm a sucker for angst, and if you are too, you'll appreciate my ending. I hope I won't piss anyone off. I've gotta make it worth the wait, man! 3

FEEDBACK: I lurve it.

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When Buffy walked into her dorm room, she found Willow sitting at her desk typing something on the computer. The busy girl immediately stopped and looked at her roomie. "So?" she asked excitedly. "How was coffee? Was it nice? I bet it was nice."

"It was!" Buffy gushed as she shut the door. She threw herself on the bed and turned to face Willow.

"Did anything happen? I need my vicarious smoochies!"

"No, nothing happened," Buffy told her. "Just talking. And laughing. And coffee."

"Well, that's not so bad."

"He offered to show me the city," she added.

Willow's eyes widened. "That's so romantic."

Buffy smiled. "I know. He's really sweet." She glanced at her watch. "It's after two. I better call Dawn. She'll flip when she hears this."

"You're right. I have class at three, and I have to finish this assignment. But you *will* give me all the details later."

"Promise," Buffy swore. She leaned over to pick up the phone from where it lay on the nightstand. She dialed her house and waited while it rang. It took two rings for Dawn to answer.

"Hello?" the younger sister panted.

"Hey, Dawnie. You okay?" asked Buffy.

"Oh, hi. Yeah, I just ran to get the phone. We need more of these things, you know."

"Guess what."

"Um…" Dawn thought hard. "You're calling from jail, and you need five thousand dollars for bail? Am I close?"

"Try again," she told her sister shaking her head. Where does she come up with this stuff? she thought. Only Dawn.

"I don't know. What?"

"I went on a date," Buffy told her.

"Really?" Dawn squealed. "Wait… isn't this only the first weekend of school? You slut," she teased.

"Dawn!" Buffy yelled.

"I'm just kidding, Buff. Calm down. Who's the lucky guy?"

She was still upset, but Buffy continued her story. "His name is Will. He's the T.A. of my English class." Dawn snickered at the cliché. "But he's sweet! A real hottie, too."

"Now you're talking!" said Dawn, and Buffy laughed.

"I knew that'd get your attention," confessed Buffy. "He offered to show me around New York."

"Just make sure he's not a pimp," she joked. "Because you hear horror stories…"

"Very funny, Dawnie. Oh," she let her voice drop, "how's Mom?"

"She's good. At the gallery right now. They're having some important exhibit thing next week, and everybody has to work overtime to get ready for it."

"And you're okay by yourself?"
"Yes, the twelve year old is fine by herself in her locked house. Plus, Janice is coming over soon."

"All right, well I've got to go. I'll call you soon. Love you, Dawn," she assured her little sister.

"You too. Bye," Dawn said.

"Bye," she replied and hung up the phone. Willow had left during their short conversation, so Buffy had the room to herself. Might as well get some work done, she thought. At least while the room is quiet.

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"Do you like this one?" Willow asked.

Buffy lifted her head from the book she was reading on her bed and looked at Willow. She was holding up a long jean skirt and a purple top. "That's good," she told the redhead.

"You think so? It's not too…"

"It's perfect," Buffy reassured her.

"Are you sure you don't want to come, Buff? All you've done since you came home from coffee is stay cooped up in this room studying. I'm worried about your brain."

Buffy managed a grin. "I'm fine, don't worry about me. You and Oz have a nice time at dinner. You better hurry, Wills. It's seven thirty."

"Damn," she said, sounding defeated. She pulled on the skirt and shirt quickly and did a quick make-up check. When she was finished, she spun around to Buffy. "How do I look?"

"Beautiful, dahlink," Buffy said in her best Catherine Hepburn impression. "Simply stunning."

"Yay!" Willow cheered and gave a little clap. She grabbed her purse and headed out the door.

"Have fun! Don't stay out too late!" called Buffy.

"Okay, Mom!" she replied as she shut the door.

Buffy picked her book back up and resumed reading. About a half an hour later around eight there was a knock at her door. Willow couldn't have come back *this* early, she thought. So who the hell is that? She stood up and threw her book on her bed before walking to the door. She opened it, and her jaw nearly scraped the floor in shock.

"Hey," Will said standing in the doorway. He was holding mass quantities of Chinese food.

"What are you doing here?" Buffy asked, still stunned.

"Can I come? This stuff's kinda heavy." He struggled to keep it all in his grasp.

"Oh! Of course," she told him as she moved to let him in. He walked into the room and set the food down on Buffy's desk.

"Well," he began as he opened a few of the containers, "the first thing you have to learn about the big city is that it's famous for its Chinese."

"And you got this all for me? For us?" she wondered.

"Uh… yeah," answered Will. Buffy blushed. She had never had a guy go out of his way to spend time with her before, and she was loving it. "Got practically every sodding thing on the menu, so there has to be something here you like."

"Thank you," she said, a small smile creeping across her face.

He looked down. "It's really no big deal." She looked deep into his crystal blue eyes and moved closer to him so there were only a few inches between their bodies. They both leaned in for a kiss, but were interrupted by a sudden loud thumping.

"Oh my God," Buffy said, furious that her perfect kiss was ruined.

"What the bleeding hell is that?" Will asked.

She just nodded in a very pissed off manner. Buffy knew exactly what it was. Karma. "Cher," she grumbled.

-TBC-

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A/n: Please don't hate me! I gotta make the first kiss memorable and worth the wait ;p And I've got *just* the thing in mind…