Warning: There is slight femslash in this chapter, so if that offends you or makes you uncomfortable, then don't read any further. Now that that's out of the way, I do hope ya'll enjoy. One chapter left! Special shout-out to Vera, this is the chapter you've been waiting for, LOL. Hope you like, hunn. Let me know how I did :)

Song 9: "I Kissed A Girl" by Katy Perry

Trish bit her lip nervously and bounced on the balls of her feet as she stood outside of the master bedroom that was currently being occupied by none other than Chris Jericho. She and Chris had been dating for about four months now, after being set up by their best friends, Christian and Lita. So far, their relationship had run smoothly, but Trish couldn't help but think that the course of their relationship would probably change in just a few short months.

Chris was the sweetest guy in the world to Trish—he was constantly bragging to the other guys in the locker room about how he had the sweetest, most devoted girl ever and how he was so lucky to have her. It was apparent to all of the guys how smitten Chris was with Trish. One would only have to talk to Chris for a minute before realizing that in his eyes, the world revolved around Ms. Stratus. Jeff Hardy loved to tease Chris about it all the time, telling him that he was "whipped" and that he needed to be the one in control, not Trish. It was all in good fun, however, and Chris didn't take offense to it. Being ribbed by the other guys actually made him feel like he was one of the boys—after all, he'd been flying solo, so to speak, ever since his WCW days, and until he got with Trish, Chris had been getting ribbed for his very close friendship with Christian. Triple H loved to call Chris and Christian "the husband and wife" whenever he saw the two of them together. Chris knew it was just jealousy on Hunter's part—the two of them had never gotten along.

But everything else aside, Chris and Trish had a pretty regular relationship. It was much easier dating a co-worker than someone outside of the business—there wasn't as much stress and neither of them had to worry about what the other was doing. The company was a lot like a small town, in the sense that if something happened; it would spread like wildfire throughout each brand in a matter of minutes. The two Canadians had moved in not too long after they began dating, much to the dismay of their friends, and had settled into a comfortable relationship.

Trish felt horrible because she knew that what she was about to say would shake the entire foundation of their relationship. The tears were already welling up in her eyes and her nails were hell from where she'd bitten them almost down to the quick. She had no idea how to break the news to Chris without hurting his feelings. How do you tell someone that you cheated on them without it sounding horrible? Trish was pretty sure that once she told Chris that she'd cheated, he would kick her out and that would be the end of them. But this wasn't like the typical "I cheated on you with your friend" deal. No, Trish hadn't cheated on Chris with one of his friends, but with one of hers…her best friend and a lady she'd had quite a storied history with in the WWE, Amy Dumas, a.k.a. Lita.

This was never the way I planned, not my intention

I got so brave, drink in hand, lost my discretion

As cliché as it sounded, Trish had never meant to hurt Chris in any way. She wasn't even sure how it happened—all she could remember was grabbing Lita by her arm, pushing her up against the washing machine in the hallway, and pressing her lips against the redhead's. Chris had thrown a big housewarming party, and after about three hours, pretty much everyone was in great spirits thanks to the beer and liquor that Matt had brought. Alcohol had that wonderful way of lowering people's inhibitions.

Trish's face grew flushed as she remembered how Lita had returned the kiss that night—her hands had come up to rest in the blonde's hair, tugging slightly as she ran her tongue slowly over Trish's lips, practically pleading for Trish to open her mouth and allow her to slip in, which Trish had done gratefully. She'd never kissed another girl or even thought about it, but Lita didn't seem to mind at all. Their hands had roamed over each other's bodies, the heat between them growing with each minute. It was the most unusual feeling Trish had ever experienced, and yet she couldn't get enough of it. There was something there, something that Trish couldn't quite put her finger on, and she'd almost felt empty once the kiss had ended.

I kissed a girl and I liked it

The taste of her cherry chapstick

I kissed a girl just to try it

I hope my boyfriend don't mind it

She didn't come back down to reality until later, when the other guests began to file out and the party died down. Guilt had immediately set in. How am I going to tell Chris? Luckily enough, Chris had gone straight to bed, leaving Trish all alone with the outcome of her encounter with Lita. She didn't sleep a wink that night. And now she was still standing outside of their bedroom door, reliving the events of the past week, as well as the past four months. She hoped that Chris wouldn't react too harshly, but Trish knew it was just wishful thinking.

Sighing, the blonde turned the gold doorknob lightly and pushed the door back. She hesitated for a brief moment before stepping into the room and shutting the door behind her. Chris was propped up in the spacious king sized bed, the covers wrapped around his waist tightly. His hair was askew and Trish could tell he hadn't been awake very long. He smiled a sleepy smile and motioned for Trish to come over to the bed. Taking a deep breath, Trish slowly walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. The two of them sat in silence like that for a few moments, before Chris reached up and gently brushed the hair out of Trish's face and greeted,

"Good morning, beautiful." With one swift move, he pulled Trish closer to him and wrapped his arm around her. "Sleep well?"

Trish shook her head. She could feel her heart pounding and she knew that if she didn't do this now, she'd chicken out and would be having many more sleepless nights. She honestly didn't know if she could take it. But more than that, Trish didn't want the relationship to end badly if Chris decided not to forgive her. They weren't just lovers; they were also very close friends. Seeing Chris at the tapings each week and receiving the cold shoulder from him would be murder for Trish.

"Something on your mind, babe?" Chris asked softly, his fingers still entwined in Trish's blonde locks. When she didn't respond, he pulled away slightly, his blue eyes wide with concern and worry. "What is it?"

"Remember the housewarming party we had not too long ago?" Trish answered slowly. Chris nodded, giving Trish the signal to continue. "Well…oh, I don't know how to tell you this; it's just so hard…." She took another deep breath and tried to calm down her pounding heart. Once she said the words, there would be no going back. Trish was tired of the sleepless nights and the worrying and the crying. If the result of this was her being alone, then so be it. She would have no one to blame but herself.

"Trish, what is it?" Chris repeated. He gripped her hand tightly. "Whatever it is, you can tell me. What happened that night?"

"I, um, kissed someone," She said quietly, looking away from Chris. "But it wasn't Matt, or Jeff, or any of the guys there….I kissed Lita."

The silence was deafening and Trish wished that Chris would break it. She didn't care if he screamed, or cried, or threw something; she just wanted him to say something. After what felt like forever to her, Chris finally spoke.

"How was it?"

Trish was shocked. She hadn't been expecting that at all. How was it? What the hell? Why did he ask that? She cocked her head and looked at Chris with a surprised expression on her face. He was smiling for some reason, and Trish was just completely flabbergasted.

"What kind of question is that?" she shouted, much to Chris's amusement. "What do you mean, 'how was it'? Aren't you going to, I don't know, yell at me? Tell me that I'm scum and that you never want to see me again? I kissed someone else!" Trish made sure to emphasize the last sentence.

"No, you kissed Lita," Chris corrected. "Which I'm perfectly okay with."

Trish rolled her eyes. Men, she thought. You kiss another guy, and they go ballistic. But another girl, they're okay with. She'd never understand it.

"And just why does that not bother you?" Trish asked the blonde man. His blue eyes twinkled as he said,

"Because I know that you were both drinking, and also because I know that even if you weren't, you wouldn't leave me for Lita." He chuckled and gestured to his shirtless body. "C'mon, I'm the Sexy Beast, baby! No woman would leave me for another man or woman." That famous smirk was present on his face, and even though Trish was still confused, she couldn't help but laugh.

"You really are something," the former Women's Champion said, shaking her head. "If I'd known that you were going to react this way, there would have been a lot less sleepless nights. Amy and I were both freaked out about what the outcome of this would be." She sighed and leaned back against Chris's chest. "So this means we're okay, then?"

"Definitely," Chris nodded. "In fact, I think you should invite Lita over more often." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "And remind me to make sure that we're stocked up on plenty of alcoholic beverages when you do."

Trish punched her boyfriend's arm as hard as she could, causing him to groan.

"What did I say?"

So there you go. I'm kind of unsure of how I did with this chapter, so please let me know what you thought. And I totally understand if you guys want to shoot me for leaving ya'll hanging. Review, please :D