A/N: I've been bedridden for the past few days with a fever, so if this sounds a bit rushed or something, forgive me. I'm about to vomit. :I

I stole a little scene from the Teen Nick show Victorious, so don't feel like I cheated please.

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Mori could tell the limo ride to the restaurant was awkward for Haruhi. All the other host clubbers kept looking at her-and to tell you the truth: it was starting to bug him. A lot. Relax, he told himself. They're just worried about her. They have the right to worry about whoever they want. He practiced taking deep slow breaths to calm himself down, like he and Hunny have often done at the dojo. He closed his eyes as he breathed, leaning his head back against the velvety headrest. In. Out. In. Out. He tried to concentrate on his breathing, but the fact that Haruhi was squished next to him wasn't helping. His arm seemed to have a mind of his own, because he had unconsciously slung it over the back of her seat. It was far enough away from her shoulders to seem natural, but he sensed somebody's eyes drifting away from Haruhi, and onto him. Mori opened his eyes a bit and peered around the limo. Hunny and Kouru were looking somberly at the floor, still digesting the news a bit. Tamaki, Hikaru, and Kyouya were staring a little differently at Haruhi. Almost longingly.

Impossible, Mori thought. He sat up straight and moved his arm a little closer to his girlfriend. They don't have feelings for her. They can't have feelings for her. It was already a strange enough miracle that Haruhi fell for him instead of that idiot king. Mori looked out the window, imagining how quickly she would fall for Tamaki if he actually tried to flirt with her. Tamaki, Kyouya, or Hikaru seemed most likely to win her heart. Kouru cared too much for his brother, to grow up just yet, and Hunny was too much of a baby, despite his age. And Mori? Everybody assumed his heart belonged to Hunny. Nobody ever asked him-it was obvious enough. Mori surveyed the Host Club once more, as they arrived at their destination. He tried to imagine what it would feel like if he lost Haruhi to one of them. Just thinking about it hurt like hell.

"Thanks, Mori." Haruhi said as stepped out of the limo. Mori held her hand gingerly, not wanting to bruise or break any part of this petite girl. In public the Host Club naturally attracted people's attention, but Haurhi was a sight for sore eyes. She wore a flowing white sleeveless dress, stopping just below her knees. The dress had a thin black ribbon tied neatly below her chest and Haruhi matched it with a cute black denim jacket to cover her bruises. The jacket only came down to her ribbon and, seeing the exposed waist, Mori was very tempted to give her a bear hug. He rarely got to see her dressed so cute. Maybe if I ask, she'll wear it on our next date. Mori was staring a little off to the side as he thought this, much resembling Tamaki. We're going to the movies. That's a "cute dress" occasion, right?

"Takashi?" Hunny waved his hand in the taller boy's face. "You were staring off in to space, are you alright?"

"Uh, yeah. I'm fine." He quickened his pace to catch up with the others at the table.

Hunny looked up at him, not fully convinced. "You've been acting really weird lately. So has Haru-chan." he giggled, deciding to have some fun with his cousin. "Say, you two aren't secretly dating are you? That'd be hil-"

Mori stopped in his tracks. He looked down and gave Hunny a surprised, almost guilty look. Hunny had only seen that look when he'd caught Mori off guard. "Takashi? Is there something you want to te-"

"Hunny, Mori. I'm glad you tow finally decided to show up." Kyouya was sarcastic as usual. The way he scribbled in his little notebook was more annoying than usual.

Haruhi patted the chair next to her, as she addressed her stoic sempai. "Where were you two? We had to order for you."

"Bathroom." Mori mumbled to the group. When he thought the weren't looking he leaned towards Haruhi a bit more. "Sorry you had to order for me. Mitskuni was getting a little suspicious about us."

The way she adjusted the napkin on hr lap was so cute. "It was no problem. I kind of owed you one for the towel earlier. Thanks for putting that giant stack of towels there. It helped me think of what to say before they started yelling."

"Sorry I wasn't of much help when they yelled, but I was a little distracted at the time." They both felt their faces turn red as they remembered the swimsuit she wore earlier. After she was found out, Haruhi had been splashing around al day in barely anything. All she wore was bikini bottom with a skirt (more of a belt that a skirt in his opinion) and a tank top-type thing that left her entire mid-drift showing. Mori had been itching to beat the grin off Hikaru's face, slap the blush off that idiot king's and smash that irritating glare off Kyouya's glasses. He had a feeling that Kyouya knew nobody could see his eyes and took the opportunities to look where he shouldn't be looking.

It got awkwardly silent as they ate. Hunny was ticked a Mori for being secretive and everybody else was angry about Haruhi's dad. Kouru decided to break the silence. "I thought this place was famous for it's live entertainment."

"I've complained to the staff once or twice, but they say they have no one to perform. The person they hired quit unexpectedly." Kyouya adjusted his glasses and the glare came back.

"That sucks. They need to get better service." Hikaru was rude as usual. "Why would they promise something and not follow through? That's cheap."

"Maybe they had something really important to do!" Hunny tried to regain his chipper mood. "I bet they only canceled cause they had to."

"Hunny's right!" Tamaki lifted his fist dramatically into the air. "We should help this restaurant in it's time of need. Haruhi" He pointed across the table at her. "You should sing for this restaurant!"

"No way in hell, sempai."

Tamaki fell face first into his soup at her bluntness. "B-but, daughter! Just look at all these sad people. They came for two simple things, and it's practically impossible to enjoy one without the other! I bet they feel lied to. Cheated. Abandoned." He ended his speech with tears sparkling in his violet eyes.

The twins joined in on this little game. "Yeah, you should sing." Said Kouru.

"How bad could you be?" Hikaru took her arm in his and lifted her from her seat. "Excuse me-Waitress! My friend here will be your live entertainment." A girl wearing a blue uniform dress and carrying a tray full of drinks came over with a relieved look on her face.

"Can she really sing?" she asked, looking at Hikaru skeptically. "Or are you just trying to embarrass her?" The look on her face showed that she didn't approve of Haruhi's situation. Imagine how it must have looked: a group of gorgeous men, and one angry looking little girl.

Kyouya took the waitresses hand and looked at her name tag. "I assure you, Miss Suki, Haruhi has been in countless pageants back in America. In all of them her victory was undoubtedly because of her angelic singing voice."

All the male hosts were speechless, but Haruhi's face was a mixture of shock-because she ahd tried so hard to keep her pageant-girl background a secret from him-and rage because he found out anyway.

Suki seemed delighted by the news. She took Haruhi's hand enthusiastically. "Will you please sing tonight? I'll make all of your friend's meals free." when Haruhi showed no sign of giving in, Suki tried again. "It was my job to organize entertainment tonight ant the singer quit unexpectedly. If I don't find somebody soon, my boss is gonna cut my pay. I have a baby to take care of, you gotta help me!"

All the anger in Haruhi's face melted away. It was slowly replaced with sympathy towards the girl. She didn't look that much older than Haruhi, maybe in her first year of college. "Fine. What do I have to sing?"

Suki squealed with joy as she led Haruhi to a circular platform in the middle of the restaurant. It held a white baby grand piano. "You can pick as long as it's piano music. Can you play, or do you need somebody to do the music for you?"

"Nope, I can do it." Haruhi smoothed her skirt beneath her as she sat down. She placed her petite fingers on the smooth ivory keys and began to play.

Keep drinking coffee stare me down across the table

While I look outside

So many things I'd say if only I were able

But I just keep quiet and count the cars that pass by.

Somebody to her left yelled for her to sing louder. "I've heard you yell louder than that at the boss, Haruhi!" came a similar voice. She looked over to see the Hitachiins cupping their hands around their wide toothy grins. All the other host clubbers were giving her thumbs up, and nodding their heads vigorously.

She increased her volume and a smile spread across her face.

I hate to break it to you babe, but I'm not drowning

There's no one here to save

Who cares if you disagree?

You are not me

Who made you king of anything?

You dare tell me who to be

Who died and made you king of anything?

Mori looked around the restaurant. People were bouncing in their seats, and clapping along with Haruhi's voice. Her beautiful, angelic voice. He was so lost, staring at her playing the piano, that he almost didn't hear Tamaki's voice. He was whispering rapidly, as if he were running out of time for something.

"Guys, I need your advice." He glanced back at Haruhi, nervously. "And quick."

"What is it, Tama-chan?" Hunny was being adorably serious, clutching Usa-chan with a determined look on his face.

"Well, I like this girl, right? And I want to ask her to go on a date with me, but I'm afraid she'll say no."

Kyouya had a glare on his glasses. "Well, what girl is it? It would help if we knew he personality."

Tamaki looked at Kyouya in surprise, as if the answer was obvious. "Why, it's Haruhi, of course. Kyouya, I figured you of all people would've guessed it by now."

The glare on Kyouya's glasses didn't go away. His response this time, was much quieter, and sounded forced. "Oh. How silly of me, I should've known."

Kouru gave Hikaru a worried look before answering Tamaki. "I think Haruhi's a bit busy for a relationship. You know with her dad and all."

Tamaki's face fell and Mori fought the urge to smirk. Haruhi's song was over, and she was heading back to her seat beside Mori. He stood and pulled out her chair for her.

"So what'd you think?" she whispered as she sat down. "Did you like it?"

"Of course I did. It was wonderful."

She sighed, and looked up at him with her adorable big, brown eyes. He squeezed her hand under the table and didn't let go for the rest of the meal. Haruhi is my girlfriend. he thought satisfactorily, looking at Kyouya, Tamaki, and Hikaru. And nobody's gonna mess that up.