For those of you who have seen the last kiss starring Zach Braff, the door scenario will seem familiar. I apologize for this.

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Chapter Seven: Dinner

And follow House, Chase did.

House was unlocking his front door when Chase reached him, face hopeful.(Author's Note: Chase's face)

"Can I come in, then?" he asked when House got the door open.

"No," House replied calmly, before slamming the door in Chase's face. Determination filled him.

Chase rammed on the door for a good two minutes, before his knuckles were raw and throbbing. He then proceeded to give it a good, savage kick. The door shuddered, but did not open.

Slumping down to the ground against the door, Chase crossed his arms. Fine then, he thought, I'll wait here all night and all morning if I have to.

A good amount of time passed, and the sun began to set. Chase began to doze. Just as he was drifting off, the door opened and he fell over backwards.

Gazing upwards from the ground, he saw House's glaring face. "Idiot. Go home." Chase pushed himself up for the second time that day.

He shook his head resolutely. House studied him momentarily.

"It's supper time. You'll starve if you don't eat something." He turned and walked inside, but left the door open.

Chase uncertainly stepped inside. "So, are you… inviting me to have dinner?" When he heard no response, he made his way into the kitchen. House was reheating some Chinese food.

"Fend for yourself," he said when he saw Chase.

The kitchen was a mess, and Chase doubted he'd be able to find anything in it.

"Uh, I'm good," he responded nervously. House shrugged.

"Suit yourself." He sat down and began slurping noodles up with chopsticks. Chase sat down slowly across from him.

Chase looked at House the entire time, and finally House succumbed.

"Do you want some?" he asked, gesturing to the takeout boxes. Chase was about to speak when House cut in.

"I won't feed you though." Chase stared for a moment before bursting out in laughter. This day was becoming just too much for him.

House watched with a mildly surprised expression while Chase laughed crazily. When the giggles ebbed, he pushed some chow mein Chase's way.

The younger man took it, and dug in hungrily, having not eaten lunch. It had felt good to get that hysteria off his chest, and House seemed to have understood that.

"I'll be in the living room," he said finally. Chase looked up and nodded.

A few moments later, the sounds of the television filled the kitchen from the other room.

Chase leaned back in his chair, hunger gone. For food at least. He felt lust rising for the man in the next room.

He was so close. The next move would be crucial, but how would Chase play it?

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For any of you that are worrying, don't. Chase and House will stay innocent for a little longer.

The end comes near! Next chapter is last. Please review and let me know if you want to read the sequel.