As we came up on the weekend, I found myself in Haruhi's room with her.

"Do I have to go?" Haruhi groaned from her bed, her hands over her face.

"Do I look like someone that wants to go to karaoke with the other hosts?" I asked her, buttoning up my shirt.

She peeked at me from behind her hands. "...no."

"Tamaki is lucky I like him." I smiled. "Yes. We have to go. We. Meaning both of us."

She groaned loudly, sprawling out on her bed like a starfish.

"Alright, if it sounds that awful, remember, Hunny-Senpai will probably convince Mori-Senpai to sing. That'll be a sight to see." I also was incredibly curious about that.

"...What do you think he'd sing…? Whatever Hunny wanted?" She sat up. "What do you think his playlist is like?"

I paused for a moment. "I honestly have no idea. It's never come up."

"You could have told me classical only, or you could have told me American rap. I would have believed you either way." She smiled.

"Korean pop or the soundtrack to some musical. I'd also believe either."

"...Can you imagine Mori singing...like...Jason Derulo or something…" She asked.

"As much as I deeply desire to be serenaded by Mori-Senpai talking dirty to me, I'm going to have to pass on that mental image." She laughed, then paused, staring off into the distance. "Haruhi, get that mental image out of your head immediately." She laughed even harder.

"Sorry, Kyo." She wiped a tear from her eye, still smiling.

"I was at least on top, right?"

"Absolutely not."

"That's just rude."

She smiled. "So I actually have to do this? Will guests be there?"

"No, it's just us. Tamaki rented out a very nice karaoke bar for just the club."

She sighed and rolled off her bed to the floor, and walked over to her closet. As she was shuffling through her clothes, my phone rang. "Pardon me, Haruhi." She nodded, and I walked out of her room, answering the phone in the hallway on the way to my room.

"Hello, Tamaki."

"Everything is set up! Operation: Surprise Haruhi for her birthday is a-go! You're in charge of picking her up, right?"

"Yes, I'll be leaving to pick her up as soon as I get off the phone."

"Wonderful! Everyone else has already arrived, no guests, just like we agreed. Just the seven of us-" He was cut off by Hunny in the background.

"Eight! Usa-Chan is here too!"

"I'll see you soon, Tamaki."

"Thank you, Mama! Bye!"

We had quietly planned a party for Haruhi's birthday. It wasn't for another two weeks. We did that on purpose. She'd expect it if it was the weekend of. Besides, I already had dinner reservations at her favorite sushi restaurant for her actual birthday, just the two of us.

"Hey, Kyo?" Haruhi was standing in my doorway, now fully dressed. "Is this too much, too little, or just right? I have no idea what you wear to this kind of place."

She was wearing an upper-thigh length black dress that I bought her a few weeks ago. It had a high neckline, with her necklace overtop it. Her shoes were a glittery gold shorter heel I'd never seen before. They matched the yellow gold of her necklace perfectly. Her hair was slightly disheveled, but in a very sexy way. She'd even put on a bit of mascara and a darker nude colored lipstick.

"I...uh…"

"Do you hate it?"

"I never realised how absolutely sexy you look in black."

"Love it?" She smirked.

"More than all of the words in every language combined could even hope to explain."

"But is it what I'm supposed to be wearing?"

"It's perfect, Love." I went over to her and kissed her forehead. "Plus, Kaoru is going to want to be me, incredibly badly, all night. Because I get to take it off of you later."

She smiled at me. "Especially because he got me these shoes forever ago. I've just never worn them before. They were still in the box. I also have a red pair from Hikaru."

I could drool thinking about her in lingerie and those red shoes. Might have to do a little shopping later.

"I've never felt confident in stuff like this before." She confessed. "But I almost feel vain with how good I think I look today."

"I'd have to agree, Love." She had really changed how she dressed when we went out over the past couple months. It'd been almost three months since we began dating, and the more comfortable she got with me and her new living situation, the more she dressed how she wanted, and less how other people wanted. She seemed a lot happier not owning anything she had to keep out of obligation.

The other hosts had begun to notice this, as well. We all went out at least once every two or three weeks, and Haruhi had gotten more and more comfortable wearing what she wanted around them, no longer caring about Tamaki and the twins either swooning or berating what she had selected.

This was a new level, however. I was fully expecting her to completely melt down the three of their brains. And perhaps Mori, as well. I couldn't really figure out if he even saw Haruhi in the way the others did.

"Hey!" Haruhi waved her hand in front of my face. "What are you thinking about?"

"Finances."

"Liar."

"How beautiful you are and how much I love you?"

"Why do I believe that one more?" She grinned.

"It could possibly because I care about you more than I care about money? Or maybe it's that I cannot stop thinking about tearing that dress off of you."

"I'm completely okay with both trains of thought."

I smiled at her, pulled her hand to my lips, and kissed it. "Anyway, are you ready to g-"

"You can do whatever you want to me later if you sing tonight." She interrupted.

I stopped mid sentence. She was getting bold. I really loved when he was bold.

"...Anything, hm?"

She nodded.

"And anything would entail me finishing you over and over again if you sing."

She reluctantly held her hand out. I grabbed it and shook.

"Deal."