Disclaimer: Don't own anything, Disney is the lucky one.

A/N: Hey guys, thanks for the reviews, they're awesome, and we love them. Don't really have much to say other than, we love that you love Connie and Portman as much as we do, and yeah, keep those reviews coming! - spikeyhairgood

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"Here you go sir," The waitress laid the late of lobster tail in front of Portman, whose jaw dropped. When the waiter laid a piece of steak in front of Connie, Portman glared, knowing that was what he wanted.

"Connie," He said, and she smiled sweetly at him. "Why do I have a disgusting tail in front of me, and you have the delicious steak?"

She cocked her head to side, and asked, "You don't like lobster? I really didn't know. I'm so sorry."

"Very funny," Portman said, as they exchanged their plates. "I'm never going to the bathroom while you I leave you to order. You're a sneaky one."

"So? You're a tease," She said, putting the cup of butter to her side. Portman shrugged, knowing it was true, and grabbed the knife cutting straight into it.

"So where do you wanna go after here?" Connie asked, looking up at Portman, who was smirking. "What?"

"Nothing, but I wanna take you somewhere. It could be a surprise," Portman wiggled his eyebrows, and Connie blushed, digging back into her food.

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"It looks very familiar around here," Connie said, looking around at the buildings, illuminating the streets with their lights. Portman turned his left signal on, and Connie scooted up to look out the window. "Oh," She smiled. "You're so cute."

"I know, I know," He said, making the turn.

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Getting out of the car, they met in the front of the car, holding hands and sitting on the hood. "Where it all started," Portman said, as they started to walk towards the sand box, where the two swings sat in the middle, the bench parallel. Taking off their shoes, they both tip-toed threw the sand, placing their shoes on the bench; the same formal shoes and heels. They sat on the same swings they sat on before, and pushed themselves into the air at the same time.

"I love this place," Connie said, her eyes closed, the breeze running through her hair.

"Yeah," Portman said, watching her, with a smile on his face. "Question?"

"Honesty needed?" Connie asked, opened her eyes, and looked at Portman, who nodded. "Shoot."

"Happy?" She smiled, as he looked down at the sand, scared she might say yes.

"Very," He looked up, smirking at her. "You?"

"Without a doubt," He answered, and their hands met in the middle. "What about telling the team? What do we do now?"

Connie shrugged, pulling words from Portman, from that night, "Enjoy it."

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Connie yelled quietly, as she and Portman stumbled through the grass entering Eden Hall from the parking lot. Sure that everyone was probably asleep, since it was three in the morning, the two found it an opportunity to finally make out in some kind of public. She giggled at Portman held her up from falling, paying no attention to the Ken sitting at stairs, his jaw dropped as he stared. They almost stepped right on him, their faces so attached to each other that Ken had to say something.

"Can you guys not step over me?" He asked, and they jumped, pushing each other away. "What the hell is going on here?"

Connie wiped her lips, as Portman did, and she looked at him eyes wide, having no clue to say, "Well you see Ken… we have a perfect, and reasonable explanation for this." She gave a nod, "Portman."

Portman looked over at Connie, surprised that she pushed the explanation on him, "Uh well, you see. Connie. I. We. We were just…" Portman sighed, dropping his head, "Me and Connie are together."

"See, a perfect and reasonable explanation," Connie said, sitting down next to Ken. "You can't tell anybody though."

Ken shrugged, "Its cool. I won't tell anyone. It's just a little weird. I mean, how did this happen?"

"She couldn't resist me," Portman said, sitting down on the other side of Ken.

"I'm sure," Ken mumbled, and the three sat in silence.

"What are you doing out here?" Connie asked, and Ken shrugged.

"Couldn't sleep," Ken answered, and the other two nodded. They sat there in silence, contemplating for another hour before Portman began snoring, falling asleep with his head supported by his hand.

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"Okay," Connie smiled at Fulton and Ken, sitting on Portman's bed. Ken looked calm, Fulton looked scared. "So you both know now, but we can't have the other Ducks know yet. We're not ready to tell them, and I'm pretty damn sure they're not ready yet."

Ken nodded, "Sounds good. I can keep a secret."

"I can't!" Fulton yelled, right after Ken answered. "This is big. I mean it's really big. You used to go out with Julie, and you used to go out with Guy. What is this gonna do to the team? How will they react?"

Portman groaned, "Fult, you really gotta calm down. Those are things we have to worry about, you just, sit back, and keep your mouth shut."

Fulton shook his head, "You. Her. Now Ken knows. A man can only handle so much." He mumbled under breath, the three rolling their eyes, having no idea how dramatic Fulton could actually be.