I apologize this took nearly two weeks to update, especially considering I'd been doing it so frequently. Life got a little hectic, and then my only excuse is that I was playing video games. But anywho.

Disney owns the shows this story was based on, but they didn't make it gay enough, so here's me fixing it.

WARNING: I did some world-building and got a little carried away with some str*ight bullshit. I hope you can find a way to enjoy anyway, and I promise not to spend this much time on it ever again.

They got to work on removing the furniture from the room. They took the mattress from the bed first, Caitlyn and Mitchie taking one side and Nate taking the other as they carried it down the hall to the other room. After that Nate used Alex's tools to take apart the frame. As it came apart Mitchie and Caitlyn worked on moving the pieces to the other room. When the bed was completely disassembled and moved Nate began working on putting it back together.

Thankfully the dresser wasn't very heavy, so Caitlyn and Mitchie were able to move it while the bed was being reassembled. The only thing Alex moved was the lamp the usually sat on the bedside table, since it was extremely light. She carried it into the room just as Nate and Caitlyn were wresting the mattress back onto the bed. Mitchie appeared a moment later with the nightstand and placed it in the room. Alex set the lamp on top with a content sigh.

"Okay, part one complete," she said with a grin. "Now for the fun part. Painting."

"Do you have rolling brushes?" Nate asked, wiping sweat from his brow. He hadn't expected to work up a sweat just moving a bed, but Mitchie wasn't kidding when she'd said it was heavy. He felt moisture running down his back, causing his tight shirt to cling to him even more.

"In the garage," Mitchie said with a nod. "I'll get them." She looked pointedly to her wife. "Alex, why don't you come downstairs with me and get refreshments for everyone?"

Alex caught onto what Mitchie was trying to do, but she had a better idea. "Why doesn't Caitlyn go with you?"

"Me?" the brunette in question asked, frowning. "Why me?"

"I don't feel like walking up and down the stairs," Alex said, which wasn't completely a lie. But it wasn't the full truth. "You know where everything is, anyway."

Mitchie looked at her wife questioningly, but Alex just winked, and she figured her wife had a reason behind the suggestion. She didn't know what she was planning, but she knew the former wizard was much more cunning and manipulative than she was. And she'd agreed to help her with the match making, so she decided to trust her.

"Yeah, come with me, Cait," Mitchie said, walking over and grabbing her friend by the wrist. "We'll be right back." She began to pull the woman from the room.

Caitlyn scowled in suspicion, glaring slightly at Alex as they left the room, but went without protest all the same. As soon as Alex was sure they were a safe distance away she rounded on the man.

"So, what do you think of Caitlyn?" Alex asked. She knew Mitchie liked to take the less direct approach, but subtle wasn't a word that was in her vocabulary. She hated beating around the bush.

"I, uh—What do you mean?" Nate stammered, his face turning red slightly.

"Like, do you think she's pretty?"

"I mean, yeah," he stammered out, feeling extremely flustered.

"Cool, you should ask her out," Alex said matter-of-factly, crossing her arms over her chest.

Nate coughed, choking on his own spit. Alex smirked as he pounded himself on the chest, trying to get control of himself. He wheezed in and out, unable to meet her eye.

"Alex, I don't think—"

"No, stop," she said, holding up a hand. "Don't think. You think too much. You're like Mitchie. You think about something so much that you scare yourself into not acting." She stepped forward and placed a hand on Nate's shoulder, causing him to finally meet her gaze. "If Mitchie and I would have let our heads get it in the way of our hearts we never would have gotten together. And look how that turned out. So stop thinking and just do."

"It's not that simple, Alex," he said, shaking his head.

"What's so complicated?" she demanded, throwing her hands up in exasperation. "You're both single, you think she's pretty, I know she likes you."

"She likes me?" he asked, looking rather hopeful. Bingo. Alex had him right where she wanted him.

"She thinks you're hot," she said with a smirk. "And ya know, that you're a good person and stuff, too," she added. "But you should go for it."

He sighed heavily, shaking his head again. "I don't know."

"Nate, stop being difficult," Alex all but growled. "Look, Caitlyn is Mitchie's best friend, and one of mine as well. You're our friend, too, though. You're both great people, and you deserve to find someone who is just as awesome as you are. Mitchie and I want to see you happy. And we think you could find happiness in each other," she said, shrugging. "Maybe we're wrong. But isn't it worth it to find out?"

Nate thought about it for a moment, and then he nodded slowly. "Maybe you're right."

"I'm usually right," she said with a wide grin.

"I wouldn't say that," Caitlyn said, appearing in the doorway with four bottles of water in her arms. She grinned cheekily before asking, "What does Alex think she's right about?"

Nate let out a breath, relieved Caitlyn hadn't overheard all of the conversation. "Alex thinks Paul was the most talented Beatle. I think it was John," he lied, and Alex raised her eyebrows in surprise that he had it in him.

"Oh," Caitlyn said. "Then you're both wrong. It was George." She held out one of the water bottles, which the raven-haired woman took with an eye roll.

"I guess we both stand corrected," Nate said with a slight laugh.

"Glad I could educate you," she said with a smirk. "Mitchie's waiting for us in the other room, by the way." She nodded her head out the doorway. "Room's not gonna paint itself. So, are you two gonna keep shooting the shit, or are you helping?"

Nate's cheeks went rosy, and he muttered, "Helping." He took a water from Caitlyn before squeezing past her and out of the room.

An hour later the room was painted a nice, soft shade of yellow, and the four adults stood in the center of the room admiring their work. The room felt airy and light, the window open to let out the paint fumes. Mitchie and Alex couldn't stop the smiles that came to their faces.

Alex placed her hands on her ever-growing belly and looked down at it fondly. "What do you think, baby girl?" she asked in a soft voice. "Do you like your room?"

"I bet she does," Mitchie said, stooping down to place a kiss on Alex's stomach.

"I can't wait to get the furniture in here," Alex said, looking around the room and trying to imagine what it would look like with all the baby stuff in it. She could picture a changing table along one wall, the crib against the other, and a rocking chair in the corner.

"Do you need help putting all of it together when it comes?" Nate asked.

"We may be able to handle it," Mitchie answered. "We'll let you know."

Alex yawned loudly, stretching. "Wow. What a day. I'm beat."

"You hardly did anything," Caitlyn remarked. "Just like when we moved you into your and Mitchie's first apartment in New York."

"I'm pregnant now," Alex defended, pouting. "I can't lift things."

"Okay, that explains now," Caitlyn quipped. "What was your excuse then?"

"I was supervising," Alex said, sticking her nose in the air.

"And you did so well," Mitchie said, reaching out and taking Alex hand, squeezing it lightly. Alex smiled at her before yawning again. "You look like you could use a nap."

"That sounds amazing, actually."

"Guess we'll get out of your hair, then," Caitlyn said, smirking. "Come on, Nate. I know when we're not wanted."

"Oh, stop," Mitchie said. "You know we love you."

"Duh. I'm lovable," Caitlyn joked. She nodded to Nate. "We can show ourselves out. I'll lock the door behind us," she added, looking back and forth between the women.

"Thanks," Mitchie said. "For everything. We couldn't have done this without either of you."

"Don't mention it," Nate said, waving off the comment. "Get some rest. Let me know about the furniture, okay?"

Mitchie nodded. "Of course." She smiled at her friends.

They exchanged hugs, and Caitlyn and Nate took their leave. Mitchie waited until she heard the door close downstairs to turn to Alex.

"Are you really tired or is this part of you helping me get them together?" she questioned, and Alex had to laugh.

"Both," she said. "I gave Nate a little push in the right direction. The rest is in his hands. Hopefully he takes my advice."

"Ooh, I want to know," Mitchie said, suddenly interested. "How about I go run us a bath so I can wash off this paint? You can tell me all about your conversation, and then we can take a nap after."

"Perfect," Alex said, kissing Mitchie quickly on the lips before taking her by the hand and pulling her from the room, across the hall to their bedroom.

Outside Nate hesitated before getting into his vehicle. Caitlyn sat behind the wheel of her convertible with the top down, idling in the driveway. She scrolled through her phone, trying to find something to listen to for the drive home. Nate watched her, his talk with Alex weighing on his mind. He knew she was right. He did like Caitlyn, and he did want to go for it. He just didn't know how. He'd never been good with words. He could never think of what to say, so he ended up saying nothing. But Alex told him to stop thinking, just do. So, he threw his shoulders back confidently and walked over to her car.

"Hey, I was wondering," he began, pausing as she looked up to him, "do you want to hang out or something?"

She raised her eyebrows in surprise and lifted her sunglasses from her face, resting them atop her head. "What did you have in mind?"

He hesitated for a moment, honestly having no idea. It wasn't like he could just go out anywhere with anyone. There were constantly people trying to take his photo. And though he didn't think spending time with Caitlyn was something he had to hide, he also didn't like people butting into his personal life. He didn't know what things would lead to with Caitlyn, but he wanted to find out before the tabloids started posting about them before he even had the chance to kiss her.

"Netflix, takeout, maybe drinks?" he offered, hoping it was enough.

She regarded him for a moment. "So, Netflix and chill?" she asked with a smirk. Nate could feel his cheeks burning and was about to retract the offer when Caitlyn continued, "Okay, sounds fun."

He breathed out a sigh in relief. "Cool. My place?"

Caitlyn nodded. "I'll follow you."

Nate smiled, nodding as well. He walked back to his car, excitement spreading through his chest as he climbed into the driver's seat.

Nate's house was in Beverly Hills, and Caitlyn gawked at the vastness of the abode as she pulled into the driveway. She thought her apartment was nice by California standards, but it seemed like a shack compared to Nate's mansion. She couldn't believe he had such a large home just for himself, but then again, he was filthy rich. She supposed he had to do something with all that money.

He led her into the living room, and her jaw dropped at the massive 4K smart TV on the wall. He turned it on, and the picture was so dazzling she couldn't look away.

"What should we watch?" he asked, pulling up Netflix.

"You pick," Caitlyn said, still in awe of the expensive appliance.

Nate chuckled and began to scroll through the options. He didn't watch much TV and movies, and when he did it was usually action or adventure. Caitlyn didn't seem like the type to enjoy those types of movies, though. He had to pick something she would like as well.

"How do you feel about scary?" he asked.

"Love it," she said, finally looking to him with a smirk.

"Me too," he said, smiling. "Hey, I didn't know Scream was a TV series. I loved those movies."

"Same, but I never watched the show," Caitlyn said. "I'm skeptical because it's MTV, and they're hit or miss."

"I'm game to check it out if you are," he said with a shrug.

"Sure, put it on," Caitlyn said as she went over to the couch and sat down.

Nate did and afterwards turned off the light before going over to sit beside her on the couch. He rested his arm across the back of it and glanced at her in the darkness, smiling to himself as the show started.

They ordered pho and spring rolls for dinner, pausing the show so they wouldn't have to watch gore while they were eating. After their was food in their bellies Nate broke out the rum, pouring it straight into his glass. When he went to do the same for Caitlyn she frowned slightly.

"Do you have anything to mix this with?" she asked, taking the glass.

"No," he admitted. "I don't keep soda or juice in the house. I only drink water."

"Health nut," Caitlyn joked, poking him in the ribs. "Guess I'm drinking this straight." She held it up. "Cheers."

Nate clinked his glass to hers. "Cheers."

They both took big sips, Nate's going down easily, and Caitlyn finishing hers with a grimace. Nate laughed at the scrunched-up face she was making.

"You don't have to drink if you don't want to," he said.

"No, it's not that," she said, swallowing to try to get the taste out of her mouth. "I'm just not much of a rum drinker."

"I have whiskey, vodka, tequila," he listed.

"I'm good," she said, giggling. "Nate, are you an alcoholic or something?"

"No," he said with a small smile and sipped at his drink. "I'm just a man of many tastes. And I enjoy a drink every now and then. It's not like I get drunk all the time."

"I've never seen you drunk," Caitlyn said, grinning at the thought. Nate was always so quiet and reserved. She couldn't imagine him sloppy and rowdy like other people when they were drunk. "I seem to recall wondering if I could get some of your secrets out of you by getting you drunk."

"Care to find out?" he asked boldly, catching her eye and holding her gaze.

"Right now?" she asked incredulously.

"Sure, why not?" he asked, and he tipped his glass back and drained it. He poured another and looked up to see her staring at him in disbelief. "What?"

"Nothing," she said and took a small sip from her glass. "Just slow down and let me catch up." She grimaced as she went to take another sip.

"You don't have to get drunk with me," he said quickly, hoping she didn't feel like he was pressuring her in any way. That was what Shane used to do, what he'd done to Mitchie. Nate didn't want to be that guy—ever. "You have to drive home, after all."

"I don't have to," Caitlyn said nonchalantly. "There's Uber and Lyft."

"Your car's here," he reminded her as she tipped back the glass and finished it on one go, and he was rather impressed.

"I can get another ride back tomorrow," Caitlyn said with a shrug as she poured another glass. "I don't like to let people drink alone," she said in a playful manner as she lifted it for another sip.

"How charitable of you," he fired back, sipping rum as well. He felt warmth spread through his chest, and he polished off his glass to help build his courage. "You could always just stay the night," he offered softly. Caitlyn raised her eyebrows at his boldness, and he lost his nerve a little, so he quickly added, "I have quite a few guest rooms I'm sure you'd be more than comfortable in."

Caitlyn was silent for a moment, chewing her lip as she stared at him and mulled over his offer. She was touched that he offered her a room instead of explicitly trying to get her into bed. She didn't think Nate was that type of guy, but it was still nice to see that chivalry wasn't dead. He'd also made sure she knew there was no pressure for her to drink, which was almost mind-blowing. Any time she went out with a guy he always tried to get her to drink, obviously hoping it would lower her inhibitions and give them a shot at going home with her. Even though she wasn't out with Nate and what they were doing wasn't a date, it still stirred something inside her, something she hadn't felt since her breakup with Gabe.

"Okay, a sleepover it is," she said, smiling at Nate over the rim of her glass as she took a slow sip.

They continued drinking as they began watching Scream again. It wasn't as good as the movies, but it was a decent effort for a station that originally only played music videos. They made a game of it, making up rules as the show went on so that they had to drink any time a certain thing happened. Someone gets murdered? Drink. The Killer calls Emma? Drink. If there was a jump scare and one of them jumped, that person drank. By the time they were halfway through the first season they were both pretty wasted.

After the fifth episode Netflix stopped autoplaying, and a message popped up on the screen asking if they were still watching. Nate and Caitlyn groaned loudly at its appearance.

"Of course we're still watching, Netflix!" Caitlyn yelled at the screen. "Where do you think we're going?"

"That's judgmental," Nate said with a laugh, turning to look to the woman beside him instead. "I just want to watch shows without Netflix reminding me I'm being a lazy shit."

"Same." Caitlyn grabbed the remote from the coffee table and went to start the show again, but paused before doing so, turning her attention to the man beside her instead. "Who do you think the killer is?"

"Not sure yet," Nate said, frowning at the question. "Probably the creepy teacher who's fucking his student."

"That's what they want you to think," Caitlyn said. "It's more likely Emma's creepy new boyfriend with the weird beard."

"I should grow my beard like his," Nate said jokingly, almost slurring.

"Please don't," Caitlyn almost begged.

"What, you won't think I'm hot anymore with the Kieran beard?"

Caitlyn froze, her mouth dropping open slightly. She gaped at him for a moment, unable to form words. Finally, she was able to choke out, "What?"

"Alex said you think I'm hot," Nate said, shrugging to try to seem coy. He wanted to mask how nervous he actually felt, like an entire hive of bees was buzzing around in his chest.

"Fucking Alex… I mean—you're attractive," Caitlyn stammered, heat rising in her cheeks. "I'm not blind."

"Neither am I," Nate said with a small nod. "Which is why I think you're hot, too."

Caitlyn stared at him, taken aback. She was sure her face was the color of a tomato at this point. "You think I'm hot?"

"Well, I'd say beautiful," he said quickly. "But yeah, I do. I always have."

"Always?" she asked, shaking her head slightly. "I don't understand."

Nate took a deep breath, his nerves sobering him slightly as he mustered up his courage. "Do you remember your first summer at Camp Rock?"

"Vaguely," she answered. "It was a long time ago."

"Well, I do," he said. "It was my last summer as a camper. It was the summer we won Final Jam."

"Oh yeah," Caitlyn said, the fuzzy memory seeping into her foggy brain. "Wait, didn't we have a class together?"

"A hip-hop dance class," Nate said with a nod. "I hated it. During the first run-through I fell flat on my ass in front of everyone."

"Oh my god, I remember that now!" Caitlyn exclaimed, smiling as the memory came back to her. "I helped you up."

"You did," Nate said, a small smile on his lips. "I looked down because everyone was laughing at me, but when I looked up, there you were, holding your hand out to me and smiling so kindly. I thought you were so beautiful I forgot how to breathe for a second."

"I was, like, twelve," Caitlyn said, rolling her eyes.

"So was I," Nate reminded her. "And I was awkward and insecure, and I was too terrified to even speak to you." He shrugged. "After that you linked up with Tess, and I was even more scared of her, but for different reasons. I didn't talk to you all summer, and then Final Jam happened, and I never saw you again."

"We've literally been friends for seven years," Caitlyn said with a small frown.

"Okay, I never saw you again up until seven years ago," he corrected quickly. "But you were dating Gabe, and we'd just found out about Sam. That summer was kind of a clusterfuck. There wasn't really opportunity for us to connect that way." He shrugged again. "But here we are. I still think you're as beautiful as the day I saw you. And I've finally found the guts to tell you." He paused, smiling. "So I guess now you know one of my deep, dark secrets."

"Wow, I really did have to get you drunk to tell me," she said, shaking her head amusedly. She couldn't help the smile that made its way to her face. She felt floaty and light.

"I told you, I'm not good with words," he said.

"Well maybe you should stop talking and start doing," she said, quirking an eyebrow at him.

His heart hammered in his chest, and his self-consciousness made him question her meaning. He wanted to believe she was giving him the go-ahead to make a move, but because of his inebriated state he didn't trust himself. He hesitated, but slowly started to lean forward. Caitlyn grabbed him by the shirt collar and pulled him to her, closing the gap and kissing him firmly on the lips.

That's all for now. I really am sorry. I know that Nate/Caitlyn thing took over half the chapter. Next chapter only has one small scene with them to kind of tie it up, and from then on it should only be mentioned, never focused on in such detail ever again.

I just really love Caitlyn and want her to be happy okay?!

Until next time.

-DF