A/N: Sorry if the last chapter sounded like a lot of fluff…I was really busy with finding a cure for writer's block. I tried to make the chapter longer, if that helps!

Haruhi stared into the soapy water in front of her, remembering what went on the last time she was washing dishes in this room. Her lips started to tingle as a steady blush spread across her face. I don't blush, she thought, bringing a hand up to her crimson cheek. The only time my face is ever this red is when- She jumped, startled by a knock at the kitchen door. Turning around, she saw Mori, standing in the doorway, looking a bit awkward. He was looking at the floor, pretending to scratch his forehead in an attempt to hide his equally crimson face.

"Do you-" he cleared his throat, straitening his posture, "Do you mind if I come in?" Haruhi struggled to get something that resembled words out of her mouth, but settled for a slightly delayed nod and a feeble squeak. Mori took a couple long strides toward her, quickly eliminating the space between the two.

"So," started Mori, picking up a soapy dish and running under some water. "A-About yesterday, I-uh- are you upset-or anything? Just tell me, I'll be ok if you are." He seemed to be extremely fascinated with the intricately painted dish in his hand. He kept running the towel over the same edge, distractedly. Haruhi didn't know what to say. She had loved the way he held her, the way her lips seemed to have been made specifically for kissing his. She wanted to hug him and tell him everything she felt at the moment. She had felt the same way when she and James started dating. She still found herself missing him on occasion. Would it turn out right this time?

"I-um-It was nice" she started, "when you were holding me and-uh-other stuff. It felt good." They both seemed to breathed a heavy sigh of relief, now that the long anticipated words were spoken. Mori scratched the back of his head, looking down at the floor sheepishly.

"So," he started, "Um, are we-um-dating?" He cleared his throat on the last word as if hoping to sneak it past her. He had anticipated this moment all day, silently praying that her answer would be yes. He had planned out what he was going to say to her earlier. Why isn't it working now?, he thought. It's like my mind and my mouth aren't connected anymore. What's going on with me? Mori knew he wasn't very talkative any other time, but that was his choice. The awkward silence he was objected to now could have been corrected long ago if he wasn't so flustered. He'd hoped Mitskuni would help him sort out these feelings earlier that day, but he had brushed it off as love. Mori was baffled at the thought of one emotion being capable of all this.

He continued rinsing the last teacup, trying to buy more time for Haruhi to give him his answer. When he had rinsed it for the hundredth time and she still hadn't answered, he knew his wait was over. He reluctantly picked up the pricey blue towel she was using for the dishes today, his head hung in defeat. All that preparation, all that worry, those insane feelings he'd felt ever since she'd joined the host club. He finally took a leap, going against his instincts and trusted those feelings. Every, muscle, nerve, and brain cell screamed at him to turn around and run the day they kissed. He ventured miles away from his comfort zone just to follow his heart, not knowing if his love would be requited or rejected. His heart was shattered, to say the least. It would take a lot longer than 38 episodes to find all the pieces(A/N: A little Princess Tutu reference for all my DuckXFakir lovers out there! Everybody else: watch it or die jk jk).

"S-sorry I said anything" said Mori, trying to cover his devastation with a soft chuckle. "Just forget I ever did tha-" he was interrupted by the same lovely sensation he'd felt the other day. A pair of delicate, soft rosy lips met his, quickly, almost urgently. He stood with his eyes open, staring at hers, tightly squeezed shut. As he recovered from the shock, and she started to realize what she had done, they both seemed to relax into the kiss a bit more. In just a few moments, both their paintings were pieced back together, intertwining like a big mural. No turning back now, thought Haruhi as she gazed into the grey abyss of Mori's eyes. How are the other hosts gonna react? Yikes.

Haruhi sat up, looking at the clock. 9:00 kept blinking at her in an annoyingly bright red color. Why was she cursed to wake up at the same time everyday? A frosty breeze whistled through the trees near her apartment building as she got dressed. Her sleepy legs screamed in protest as she sluggishly made her way to the kitchen to start breakfast for her and her dad. When she entered the room, something caught her eye. It was a neon orange sticky note, resting on her small refrigerator.

"Dear Haruhi," she read aloud, "I got a call from a buddy of mine earlier. We haven't seen each other in a while, so we're going to be out pretty late. Your friend Kyoya called and told me about the trip you're going on. Have fun! -Dad." What trip? Haruhi thought, racking her brain, going over what all had gone on this past week. The only thing she could clearly remember was the time she'd spent with Mori, after school. He helped her with dishes after host club, then they did homework together. Mori helped her with any math she didn't understand, and she helped him out with language arts ( A/N:I don't know if they call it that in Japan! Sorry!) when he needed it. Her favorite part was the ride home. Mori had insisted on giving her a ride home everyday in his limo, since they were dating now. It always seemed to "slip his mind" to tell the driver that there was a shorter way to get to Haruhi's house. Instead of going down the straight rode that she walked every morning, they took a much more complicated way that ended up taking them an extra twenty minutes. Haruhi didn't complain much-she loved all the alone time they got in his limo. During the host club they could hardly say two words to each other without the twins stealing her away for some dress up game, or something equally silly. When they were alone, Mori had the chance to actually open up and tell her more about himself. She was surprised at how much she didn't know.

Haruhi sighed as she opened the fridge, removing an egg and two slices of bread. Everything that happened between the times she saw Mori was a blur. A loud, blonde, blur. Leaves fell silently from thin, dark branches as she sat alone at her kitchen table, only the soft clink of her fork hitting the plate kept her company. I guess it's just another Saturday alone. she thought, as she finished washing her empty plate. Maybe I could see what Snow and the others are up to. As she sat one her couch, typing away at an email for Belinda, her phone started to ring. She picked it up, examining the number taking up the tiny screen. It was Tamaki. Why would Tamaki-sempai call me? she thought, as she pressed the little green talk button. She was greeted by three very loud voices on the other end. She recognized Hikaru, Kouru, and Tamaki. It sounded like they called her in the middle of an argument.

"Hello?" she asked, not sure if anybody would hear her. They continued arguing. Apparently, the bathing suit selection Hikaru and Kouru brought with them was "unfit for any daughter of his".

"She shouldn't be showing that much skin in front of you two perverts!", screamed Tamaki protectively. "It's unheard of!"

"It's not too much skin-" started Hikaru

"-for a water park." finished Kouru.

"She's going to be swimming!" they said in unison. Haruhi was already tired of this and she had come in to the conversation less than a minute ago.

"HEY" she screamed into the phone, ending the argument. "Either somebody tell me why you called, or I'm hanging up right now." Haruhi had known them long enough not to be angry, she just knew what buttons to push to shut them up.

"Oh, I'm so sorry my darling daughter! I only wished to inform you that we'll be arriving at your house any moment now for our field trip." Haruhi could practically hear him grinning through the phone.

"Is that thing today?" she asked, vaguely remembering him whining about something similar earlier in the week. "What are we doing again?"

"Haruhi-", Hikaru snatched the phone away from Tamaki. "We talked about this just last Tuesday, did you forget already?"

"You've been really out of it lately," it was Kaoru speaking now. "Has something been distracting you?" More like someone, she thought, an image of her stoic sempai slowly inflating in her mind.

"No…. No, I'm fine, Kaoru." she said dreamily. "I don't have a swimsuit, I hope that's alright."

"We talked about this too. We're bringing some of our mother's summer line from last year."

"Are you sure you're alright?" asked Hikaru suspiciously.

"N-No! I'm alright. Just a little distracted lately. I-I gotta go. Bye" Haruhi hastily hung up before they could interrogate her any further. The guys exchanged knowing glances. Something was definitely up. If she didn't tell them today, they were going to have to find out on their own.

Hmm…, thought Haruhi surveying her spotless little kitchen. Maybe I ought to make they guys some s'mores brownies since they're taking me out today.

"It's the least I could do." she muttered in English.

A/N: Sorry about not uploading in a while! My internet's been acting funky and I've been a little distracted lately (CHRISTMAS!) I just made up the s'mores brownies thing, but here's how I imagine they would be prepared: pour some already prepared brownie mix into a pan; sprinkle mini marshmallows over the top, slightly pressed in I guess; when the brownies are done, sandwich them between two graham crackers while they're still hot. Feel free to try it, and pm me if it works! (^_^)