The rest of the month went slow, at least it did for Buffy. The only time her and Spike interacted was during their classes. It was tearing her up inside to know that she couldn't kiss him anymore. Willow and Kennedy had become an official couple while Buffy refused Riley's adavances. Buffy and Willow stopped going to The Fish Tank and began going to The Bronze. Then, one fateful day, Darla came up to the group, "Hey, my cousin called me up last night. She opened her own club called The Fish Tank." Buffy looked at Willow. "So I was thinking, maybe we could go check it out."

"Is it Faith?" Angel asked.

"Yeah. She says that there's this really cool band that plays there almost every night."

Cordy thought about it, "Okay, we'll go. But if it sucks, we're going to The Bronze."

Buffy and the gang entered The Fish Tank and sat at a back table. Buffy had on a pair of black leather pants, a gray shirt with yellow sleeves, and a pair of black leather boots. After they got done here, she was going to patrol. Faith came on stage, "Dingoes Ate My Baby!"

Spike cam on stage and put on his guitar. Xander noticed the group, "Spike, Buffy's here. With the Cordettes."

Spike looked over to where Xander was pointing and turned to Oz and Devon, "New plan. Our first song is Real Good Man." He stepped up to the mike as the lights came on the stage. The Cordettes gasped. They were surprised to see Spike with a guitar and Xander behind drums. "Our first song is dedicated to a girl. She and I both liked each other, but she found out that our 'class' didn't mix, she stopped talking to me. This is for you Goldilocks."

Girl you've never known no one like me

Up there in your high society

They might tell you I'm no good

Girl they need to understand

Just who I am

I may be a real bad boy

But baby I'm a real good man

I may drink too much and play too loud

Hang out with a rough and rowdy crowd

That don't mean I don't respect

My Mama or my Uncle Sam

Yes sir, yes ma'am

I may be a real bad boy

But baby I'm a real good man

I might have a reckless streak

At least a country-mile wide

If you're gonna run with me

It's gonna be a wild ride

When it comes to loving you

I've got velvet hands

I'll show you how a real bad boy

Can be a real good man

I take all the good times I can get

I'm too young for growing up just yet

Ain't much I can promise you

'Cept to do the best I can

I'll be damned

I may be a real bad boy

But baby I'm a real good man

I may be a real bad boy

Oh but baby I'm a real good man

Yes I am

Buffy stared into the crystal blue eyes of Spike and her breathing slowed. She couldn't believe he wrote a song for her. He called me Goldilocks, she thought and smiled. "Who's Goldilocks?" Kennedy asked.

"Maybe it's a nickname." Willow suggested, looking at Buffy.

"Probably."

The song used is Tim McGraw's "Real Good Man"