A/N Gah, I should probably put a disclaimer D: I do not own Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist or The Beatles. And clearly, the Victorious characters are not mine. The situations are from my imagination.

As we decorate the brownies with the sprinkles I brought and some ridiculously thick and sugary chocolate frosting Cat had in her cupboard, we are kind of in our own worlds. Cat's humming something, and I can't really figure out what it is until she launches into the chorus.

"I want to hold your hand... And when I touch you I feel happy inside. It's such a feeling that my love I can't hide... I can't hide... I can't hide..."

As she trails off into humming, I can't help but miss the actual sound of her (rather underrated) voice. "Beatles?"

Cat tips her head up from her half of the brownies. "What?" She recoils before calming herself down. "Oh, yeah. Just was thinking about the movie."

"Eh?"

"Nick and Norah's. There's this really great scene. Thom with an 'h' tells Nick all about how brilliant The Beatles really are, since one of their very first hits was just about, you know, that feeling you get when you hold someone's hand."

I chew my lip over before asking, "Is that how you feel?"

"Sorta. When I touch you, I get these fluttery little butterflies in my stomach, but I thought I would only be able to hold your hand as a friend until tonight. So it was like a guilty crush. Like, craving the weird sensation, even though a good half of me expected never for it to become anything." She offers something of a pained smile, but she's clenching the knife in her hand tightly.

"I don't know if I'd explain it quite like that, but I guess I felt something like that too," I tell her, eyeing the knife in her hand. "I like you a lot. I'm not sure why or how, 'cause I'm pretty sure I've only ever liked guys, but yeah. It's weird."

"No it's not," she says, setting the knife down. I release a breath now that the danger has passed. "Do you really have to check in someone's pants to know whether or not you're allowed to like someone? I've never understood that concept."

"So you're... a lesbian?"

"Labels are unimportant. If you eat and enjoy fish until someone tells you it's a hot dog, why should that diminish your enjoyment?"

I make a face. "You're either trying too hard with these analogies or it's a completely happy accident."

She raises an eyebrow. "You tell me."

So she is sharper than most people give her credit for. "All right. I'm done decorating these."

"I guess I'm done," she says, scrutinizing her handiwork. "If there was just a little more frosting on this corner-"

"Cat, it's good. We're going to eat them anyway."

"Okay." She reaches over and grabs a brownie from my batch. "Want to finish the movie?"

"We don't have to watch it, you know." I smirk and take a brownie from her side.

She raises the brownie in her hand. "But can we please eat these first, Tori? They don't look inedible at all!"

"Well, now that we have them..."

"Yay!" She turns herself around and hops up on the non-burner part of the kitchen's center island.

I sit in a nearby stool, since I'm kind of wary of sitting near places that can burn by arse. The time passes, and it seems like neither of us can think of what to say. We each have about three brownies before the conversation moves anywhere.

"Cat, do you play dumb?"

"What?" She furrows her eyebrows in frustration, as it looks like she was just about to take a good bite of brownie.

"You always act so... interesting. And half the time you seem to not know what's going on."

She averts her eyes. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Please? I swear to be your confidante. It can't be healthy to bottle things up."

Sighing, she says, "I used to get teased in elementary and middle school for liking school. When people don't take me so seriously, I'm, um, not really a threat."

I reach over and cover her hand with mine. "You don't have to play dumb around me. I like that you know stuff I don't. But... the eccentric behavior?"

Her head turns back to face mine. "Not sure. Kind of stemmed from not sounding smart. Nobody expects the weird girl to know much besides random trivia. And then that just became me."

"So..."

Cat smirks and toys with my fingers. "It does come up with some upsides. I can get away with saying and doing some strange things that you couldn't."

"Oh, I could believe that."

"What's that supposed to mean!"

She can't help it anymore, can she? I stand up and move towards her. "Can I kiss you again?"

"'May'."

"It's April."

Blushing, she informs me, "I'm sure that you have the ability kiss me. But... um... It's correct to use 'May I'."

"Okay, fine. May I kiss you?"

"Yes, you may kiss me."

I examine our positions and determine that there's something wrong. "Uh, I have a few inches on you, but your face is still a little too high for me to reach with my head."

"Oh." Cat frowns and pushes off of the island. "There."

I put my hands on her waist and shift awkwardly towards her. "So, uh, here goes?" I close my eyes and move my head. Bad idea.

"Ow! My nose!"

"Sorry!" I keep my eyes open this time and give her a quick apologetic peck on the nose before moving to her lips. Obviously, she tastes like a very chocolatey brownie. She wasn't lying about earlier having her first kiss, I can tell. Her lips are a tad reluctant to move along mine. I nudge her along by pushing her puzzled lips open with my tongue and touching it to hers.

Suddenly, she grows quite daring and essentially rams her tongue in my mouth before trying to stick it up between my upper lip and teeth or something. I pull back. "Whoa, what're you doing?"

She pouts. "It worked in the book... the first time..."

"Okay, what book are you talking about?"

"Um, the book... for Nick and Norah... When Tris showed Norah how to do some things in the-"

My eyes widen. "Tris and Norah? I didn't get to watch much of the movie, but I'm pretty sure Tris was a heinous bitch."

"You're going to read the book. It'll all make sense. And then we can try the tongue thing!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about, but I just want you kissing me, smart girl."

"...Is that supposed to be an insult?"

In response, I laugh.

"Tori!"

I can't stop, her expression is so amusingly bewildered. I feel so bad, but I just can't quit laughing!

"Tori, stop it!" She grabs me by the shoulders and starts shaking me.

I hack up a lung trying to calm myself down. "Oh god, I'm s-sorry, Cat. I just... the look on your face was so very cute."

"And sometimes I wonder why I let you handcuff me to a railing!"

"Don't wonder. I'm really sorry. It was horrible of me to laugh." Maintaining eye contact, I reach up and pull her hands off of my shoulders and take them in my own. "We'll finish the movie with browines, you can give me the book, and we'll bring the leftover brownies to school tomorrow. Game plan?"

"As long as nobody laughs at me," she says, moving her hands side to side, therefore making mine do the same. "I'm much more confident about this in private."

"We don't have to be all big and gay about it. If someone asks, sure, I guess I'll tell them, 'yeah, this is my girlfriend'. If not, that's okay too."

She smiles at me. "It's like Christmas when I'm with you, without the presents, reindeer, or awkward nativity scenes on my front lawn."

"Huh?"

"Last year my brother tye-dyed Mary's figure. And gave one of the wise men dreadlocks."

"I see." A short moment passes.

She glances at the tray of brownies. "Can we follow through on that game plan now?"

Everybody should read the book version of Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist by David Levithan and Rachel Cohn. The book's version of Nick is clearly more awesome than the awkwardly cute Michael Cera. I like movie Norah better (Kat Dennings is effing amazing), but book Norah's still cool. If you like the movie, the book's got a different plot, so go find it. I actually have drawn a lot of writing inspiration from the book for both of my Victorious fics.

Mm, I think this story is done, but I'm no good at endings. If it doesn't feel done to you, please tell me.