As the weeks went on, Spock slowly worked his way into the group, tagging along to their study sessions, coffee runs and burger nights (thought he is vegetarian, and the group found out the awkward way). Jim had his weekly sessions with Amanda, and he's shown her the notebook for the first time last week, making them both cry, and he still had episodes which made him curl in the corner of his room and cry; well a room, it happened once in Geography which resulted in Spock driving him to his mother's office. But, that aside, he was making a slow, steady progress.

It was the beginning of November, and a heavy frost was settling in most mornings, so Jim got a lift in with Scotty, because he couldn't afford to get ill. Well, it was more like he didn't enjoy getting ill. Once they pulled into the student car park, racing inside to their common room, and were greeted with freshly brewed coffee and an unhappy Nyota, who was glaring at Hikaru and Pavel.

"Oh god, what have you two done?" Jim asked, as he pulled his scarf off. He smiled at Spock, who, naturally, was looking as fine as ever in his black, Prada coat, slicked back hair and newly added nerd glasses, which he still looked dashing in. Jim was now madly in love with him, but he'd accidently friend-zoned him by saying Spock was his best friend. He sulked for days.

"She has been staring at them for 5.5 minutes now, is everything alright?" Spock asked, as Jim sat next to him.

"She's using her witchcraft. She has this way of knowing when a person is pregnant, had sex or failed a test. I'm guessing it's the sex on with those to, though you never know with Pavel; he claims everything was 'inwented' in Russia, so maybe they can get men preggers out there." Spock chuckled, but was hushed as Nyota began her rant.

"He's only 16 Hikaru! Not an adult, like you, and you could get accused of rape. We said to wait, but obviously you've been hanging around with Mr Kirk far too long!" she barked at the couple, who sat looking very solemn. Jim looked alarmed, turning red under Spock's quizzical gaze. "I am ashamed of you Mr Sulu."

"You are making it out as if I raped him!" The Japanese man yelled back, as Pavel looked down at the floor, holding back tears. Nyota raised an eyebrow, shifting her weight to her right, hands on hips. "We didn't do it!"

"Yeah, right, so why is Pasha's pale neck covered in bruises and," She reached over, pulling Pavel's shirt up. "And on his hips and chest?"

"It iz all my fault!" Pavel finally screamed, evidently not been able to cope with the situation any longer. "It iz my faultz, Nyota… I leant him on, and I am wery sorry to hawe got Hikaru into trouble. I really like him… ewer since I came to dis country. And I am far from a wirgin; I had many girlfriends in Russia. Being shy is a wery good act." Everyone, minus Hikaru who was holding Pavel close, pressing a kiss to his curly hair, sat with their jaws hanging open. "Vhat? Ve didn't hawe sex. Really. "

"My powers never fail me." Nyota whispered, in utter disbelief, as she stared at her hands. Scotty waltzed over, kissing her cheek as a way of comforting. Though he had no idea on how to tell a woman her mystical powers were still working? Jim and Spock just chuckled at the situation.

"You should have a lot more of faith in me Nyota, you know I really like Pavel and I'm not Jim."

"Stop using me as an example!" Jim yelled, folding his arms in a huff.

"You are infamous of having many bed partners."

"Really? Who?" Spock suddenly burst out, getting confused looks from the group. Spock's ears glowed red, before coughing nervously. "Not that it's any of my business." Jim raised an eyebrow, and Spock frowned. "That is a terrible impression of me." Jim smiled, sticking his tongue out before standing.

"Pavel's been getting more action than me, so no need to lock your doors. I have homeroom to get to." Jim walked off quickly, with added dramatic effect; he was the school's resident drama queen. He hid the blush creeping up his face until he was plonked comfortably in the back of homeroom, as Nyota flooded in. It was only him and Nyota in his homeroom, so it was the perfect time to have a proper 'girly' conversation.

"Oh my god! If Spock was any more envious of people you've slept with, he'd be bright green! He is totally into you!" She cried, sliding into the seat next to him. Jim grinned ear to ear, and Nyota gave him a huge hug. "Jimmy's got a boyfriend!"

"Oh, I wish he was my boyfriend."

"Then ask him out."

"I can't do that."

"Want me to give him a little nudge into asking you out?"

"If you would please?"

"I need to take you shopping, no offence honey, but you are so out of style, we're ashamed to take you out, not that you ever come anywhere with us any. I'm gunna make you look fine, Spock will be drooling over you."

"I'm not wearing a dress." They both giggled, as Nyota gave him a playful shove.

"No, dear, I'm going to get you a hole knew wardrobe. You need some skinny jeans and a lovely tight shirt to show off that body you hid under these layers. And you need a haircut, you're getting shaggy." She ran a hand through his hair, with a frown on her face, before being swatted away. "Hey, I'm giving you a free makeover here! Be grateful!" Jim just smiled, and was silently dreading what the woman was going to do to him.

On the first Saturday of every month, the gang did they're month shopping spree; it usually consisted of meeting at the mall at 10, going to Jim's house to try and pry him out of his bed and into the open world, before eventually going shopping. It wasn't a positive tradition, but it was one none the less.

Scotty, Hikaru, Spock and Pavel all stood, looking their best, in the meeting point, waiting on Nyota and Jim to show up, much to the dismay of a very hungry Scotty.

"She's doin' this on purpose, how was I supposed to know the cookies were for orphans!?" He barked, rubbing his belly. "I want a cheeseburger; I only had 2 bacon sandwiches this morning…" They all just looked at him, wondering how he kept himself if as good of shape he was in; he wasn't exactly fat.

"Day are coming nov!" Pavel cried, pointing. "And… iz dat Jim?" They all looked in disbelief at their usually frumpy friend as he and Nyota bounced over.

Jim's hair was now shorter, styled back and they were pretty sure he'd dyed it slightly lighter than before. Replacing his baggy, old clothes were a brand new pair of grey skinny jeans, showing off his long legs, a yellow and black checker shirt clung tightly to his toned chest. There wasn't a lot of muscle there, but Jim was defiantly not lanky. He covered his arms with a black leather jacket and black converse on his feet. Spock just stared at him, taking in all of this new Jim.

"Sorry we're late, wardrobe malfunction." Nyota said softly, smoothing down her red woollen dress.

"Yeah, it threw up on me, I feel ridiculous." Jim said sheepishly, looking at the floor. He didn't like the feel of the stares he was getting, unsure on if the town's folk were surprised to see him, or judging him on his new look.

"You look amazing." Spock said softly, and Jim went bright red, as did Spock.

"Yeah, forget being a linguist Nyota, you could have one of those home make-over shows" Hikaru said, was a smile and a nod.

"Guys, I'm starving!" Scotty said, butting in. Nyota rolled her eyes, leading him over to the nearest fast-food restaurant they could find, whilst warning him that the next man to get a make-over was, leaving Spock and Jim to linger at the back. Spock watched as people, mainly women, smiled at Jim, and was debating holding Jim's hand to stake his ground and-

Shit. Spock thought, in a small state of panic. I may have fallen for Jim faster than I intended to.

"You okay Spock?" The blond asked, smiling up sheepishly.

"Perfectly fine." They both smiled, before following the rest of the group.

The first full group shopping trip was in full swing and was going splendidly; Nyota got photographic proof of Spock checking out Jim's ass as he was reaching for a book, which she could also use as blackmail if needed. Pavel was swarmed by the entire female staff of a clothing store, who just adored his accent and kept asking him to say things in Russian. It wasn't until Hikaru swooped in to save his beloved boyfriend (after giggling about it for 10 minutes), which a gentle kiss on the cheek that they finally left him alone. Nyota and Scotty fought over the make-over idea for the entire day, playful of course, but Scotty soon accepted the bribe when he saw her slip into Victoria's secrets during second lunch.

Pavel went absolutely mad, buying everything Russian related because he was starting to feel homesick. He got a cook book, Anton Chekov books (who was apparently related to Pavel), and anything that was made in Russian, before crying a little about missing his Babushka, who had died a year ago and was the reason he was now living in America. Hikaru had to take him home early because of it. When the day was over, Scotty and Uhura waved to Spock and Jim, who were left alone in an uncomfortable silence.

"Would you like to have dinner with me?" Spock asked, breaking the silence. Jim could have jumped for joy, or cried. Or both! Spock was asking him out, there was no doubt about it. Don't act to eager , pretend you have plans.

"I don't know, I mean I have to help my brother out with some stuff at home." Jim replied, with a lopsided grin.

"James," Spock always called him that when he wanted something. "Tomorrow is my 18th birthday, and I will be spending the day with family, I'd greatly appreciate to have a birthday dinner, alone with you." Jim had died and gone to heaven. Words escaped him, and he just nodded, with a grin.

Spock had taken him to Yem-tukh. As in the fanciest restaurant in all of Iowa! Jim hide behind the taller man, as they were escorted there table, then hiding behind his menu. He could feel the stairs of the upper class, all sat in there suits and best dress, and Jim was in skinny jeans and a leather jacket!

"Ignore them." Spock said quietly, pushing the menu down slight to smile at the blond. Jim smiled sheepishly, before study the menu.

"How did you get us in without a reservation?" Jim asked, whispering due to the unsettling atmosphere. As Spock opened his mouth to reply, a man grabbed Spock from behind, giving him a huge hug, before talking in quick fire Vulcan. Jim looked alarmed by the whole affair, blushing because everyone was looking their way again.

"Is this the boy, younger brother?" The man asked, coming into the light. He was very similar to Spock in looks, minus the eyes, and wore chef overalls. "Very cute. Like playing with humans like father, hey Spock? I have to admit they are very good at that type of thing." Jim didn't know whether to be offended, or flattered.

"Jim, this is Sybok, my half-brother and owner of the restaurant. Sybok, Jim Kirk." Spock replied dryly, evidently embarrassed by the ordeal.

"Mr Kirk, a pleasure to meet you. Spock and Amanda speak highly of you."

"Umm… hi." Jim just squeaked. Sybok smiled, before standing up right.

"I will get you guys may specialty for the evening, free of charge for my brother and his lovely date." Sybok was gone in a flash, before Jim had a chance to ask what the special consisted off.

"He's rather emotional." Spock said, shaking his head, before looking down, plucking up the courage to say something. "I have wanted to take you out on a date for 2.3 weeks now, but Vulcan's find it difficult to portray emotions."

"He seems nice. And you are emotional, you smile all the time."

"Romantic feelings are extremely difficult for us to portray; it took my father 2 years to ask my mother on a date." Jim laughed at the image of a Spock look-a-like asking out a young Amanda. Spock smiled at Jim, the smile that made him melt. "You look adorable when you laugh."

"Did Nyota put you up to this?"

"She gave me a gentle nudge." Spock and Jim spent the evening debating over theories whilst holding hands.

"Thanks for the ride home." Jim said sheepishly, doing an awkward little sway-thing outside his front door. "And for dinner and all… it was really nice."

"Indeed, and I hope our next date will be just as satisfactory." They then stood in an uncomfortable silence, a question plaguing Jim's mind.

"Are you sure this was a date. You don't just want me for sex?"

"What?"

"Never mind, you're not that guy. I look forward for our next date."

"May I kiss you?" Jim almost fell over, but maintained his balance, and nodded. A huge, massive grin on his face, as Spock leaned in, capturing his lips. It was a chaste kiss; because Jim made it that way, pulling away with a blush. "I wasn't finished." Jim heard the squeak he made, before leaning up to meet Spock's lips again. Jim mimicked Spock's lip movements, his hands placed gently on the Vulcan's biceps, as the taller man had one hand on Jim's hip, the other on his back.

"Hey, Jimmy what are you doing… oh. Soz" Sam Kirk, Jim's older brother called, opening the door. Sam and Jim had similar faces, but Sam looked older, with a stronger jaw line and brown eyes. He also had brown hair and was much taller. Spock blushed as he pulled away from Jim, who looked furious.

"I will see you on Monday, James." Spock said, as Jim kissed his cheek.

"Happy birthday for tomorrow." Jim whispered, and with that, Spock was gone. "Why!? Why must you ruin my love life!"

Other than the minor slip up at the end, Jim smiled as he reflected over the day. Best. Day. EVER!