A/N; Thank you to coors1977 and Dixieixa for reviewing. I'm sorry you didn't get to see more of the date and there will obviously be more about Kate/Toby. I would also like to say thank you especially to coors1977 for her nice comments on how I write John and for all the lovely reviews she has written. Enjoy-Kiera

John was a perfect gentleman, he paid for the bill and kissed me on the cheek when I we got back to the hotel and as soon as I shut the door the butterflies in my stomach started up even more. I couldn't believe that I'd just been on a date and not screwed it up. I felt this was a valid enough reason to celebrate, which meant buy a bottle of coke, a trashy magazine and a bar of chocolate from the shop downstairs which I enjoyed as I watched television in my room and wondered what was next. Did John want to see me again? How many dates would it be before he either cast me aside or began introducing me as his girlfriend? I tossed the chocolate bar aside and decided my new diet started now.

I couldn't help it, the next day I found myself singing 'Lola' at the top of my lungs while I set up at ringside. At that point it didn't really seem to matter, the arena was empty and it was just me, plus I was in a good mood. I think I was somewhere into the second verse when John tapped me on the shoulder, my face went bright red.

"Hi, how long have you been there?"

"I could hear you singing from the ramp."

I cringed, I had no idea I was being that loud. "I'm practising for American Idol." I replied.

"You know, I think you have to be American to get on that show."

I shrugged. "It's ok, Simon Cowel is British, and he'll let me in."

"Not if you're singing like that."

If Julian or Toby had said that I would have hit them in the side, but John didn't need to know about my boy beating tendencies just yet.

"I was just wondering if you wanted to go out again next week after the show maybe?"

He sounded really nervous, then again how many times had I turned him down?

"Sure, I'll see if I can fit you in between my other dates."

"How many of them have you got?"

"Five." I answered automatically and adjusted the focus on my camera. "It's an online dating service."

He shook his head at me, the way Toby did when I said something stupid. "I'll talk to you later Kate."

Then came this really awkward moment, he moved to kiss me, but I turned and he got my cheek as well as a smack from the camera. I was mortified and John mumbled something before rushing off. I could have died. I was going to run after him to apologise for being so clumsy, but when I put my camera down he was talking to some diva on the ramp, she was small and way prettier then me. I felt my heart drop like it had been made of lead. John smiled and waved at me before heading backstage with her, and I went back to work calling her a slut in my head.

That night I had a whole series of Ally McBeal to watch and cookies to eat. It never works out like that; as soon as I got out of the shower Toby was calling me.

"Missing me that much?" I teased.

"Something like that."

Truth was I was sort of missing him too, but it was only natural. I'd seen him every morning and gone to bed with him every night for years. Some of his friends didn't get the whole notion of us being married. Some of them would slap him on the shoulder and make jokes about me being 'sex on tape'. Strangers where baffled, when we'd go out (the we being me Julian and Toby) people would see me with Julian all night and when I'd kiss Toby ask Julian what he was going to do about that bloke kissing his girlfriend. Sometimes I couldn't understand the whole thing and I'd been stuck in the middle of it.

"What's up?" I asked

"I just wanted to make sure you where ok. You know, you haven't done anything stupid yet."

"No, I'm sound."

Actually I was freezing; I was soaking from the shower and was parading around in a towel.

"Good, good. Just checking on you."

"This coming from the same person who let me sleep on the door step all night."

He laughed.

"I was drunk too you know."

There was a knock at the door and I headed to answer it with the phone still in my hand.

"Fine way to treat your wife!"

John was there and I gave a little scream. He looked me up and down and smiled.

"You didn't have to get all dressed up for me." He said.

"Toby, I've got to go."

I hung up and hid behind the door.

"Can I come in?" John asked.

This was my worst nightmare, really, half naked in front of John. I wanted to die.

"Only if you promise to shut your eyes while I get dressed."

"Ok, I promise."

He walked past the door with his hand over his eyes and I ran into the bathroom, it was only once I got in there did I realise all my clothes where out in the bedroom, luckily I bit back the need to swear. I opened the bathroom door just a bit and looked out; John was sitting on the bed.

"Are you alright?"

"You have to shut your eyes again, I've got no clothes."

"I could tell that when I walked in."

"This isn't funny!" I screamed and he laughed again.

I ran out as quickly as I could and pulled on a pair of pants throw over the table, but finding a top was a different matter and I gave up with a sigh, deciding to tighten the towel around me and get rid of John as quickly as possible.

"Is this a new fashion trend?" he asked.

"I just got out of the shower and god knows what possessed me to open the door."

"I like it."

I suddenly remembered the pretty diva and being mad at John. "Is there a reason you're here?"

"I thought we could hang out or something."

"No, not tonight."

"Because you're half naked?"

No, because he obviously had better things to do then hang around with me. Was the diva busy?

"I have people waiting for me to phone them, you know, back home."

He nodded. "Ok, cool. Well if you finish early enough call me and we'll get together."

I walked him to the door and stood out of the way slightly so nobody could see me in my fetching jeans and towel ensemble.

"Oh and Kate, one more thing."

He kissed me again, and just like before I was caught off guard by it, but I didn't stand there like a frozen fool who'd never been kissed before. I actually kissed him back and I suddenly remembered I hadn't kissed anyone other then Toby since I was sixteen and worried was I really bad at this. It seemed not, he shut the door with one hand and backed me up against the wall and this could go to all sorts of messy places I wasn't ready for. I pushed him away as though he'd just said something deeply offensive.

"You should go John."

He kissed me once more, quickly on the lips and then he did leave.