Author's Note: This is the final chapter of Band Aid! I hope you enjoyed it. Let me know if you'd like me to write a sequel next or another story. I really love writing for these two.

After Nick kissed her the first time, he had been unavoidable. No matter how hard she tried to stay away from him he was always there. Now that the two of them were attempting to kiss again, they couldn't get a moment alone. Winston and Schmidt were everywhere. If Jess didn't know better she'd say they were trying to keep them apart.

Even though it seemed like it would never happen, Jess was determined to be prepared for the event. If she and Nick were going to kiss again it should be under the best possible circumstances. She was wearing her favorite dresses, constantly applying lip balm, and brushing her teeth four times a day.

On Tuesday, Jess was leaving her room to make dinner when she saw Nick walking through the door. She caught his eye and he smiled. Without thinking she made a beeline for him, fully intending to wrap her arms around his neck and-

"Jessica, are you just going to stand there or are you going to help us with the groceries?" Schmidt cried. Jess deflated.

"Sure, Schmidt," she agreed, shoulders slumping forward.

Nick shot her an apologetic look.

That night, Jess was alone in her room wondering if this was a good idea. Maybe she and Nick were being silly. How was this kiss going to fix anything? It wasn't. It was just going to make her more confused. Sure, that first kiss had been incredible. It had been spontaneous after a night of build up. Just when she'd accepted that it wasn't going to happen, it did. But was it the circumstance that made it great or the person?

She thought about Nick. Nick Miller. One of her closest friends. Who worked at a bar and dressed like he was still in college. Who almost moved in with a girl who had already broken his heart three times. Who got drunk at the zoo trying to be Ernest Hemingway. Who tried to water massage her when she'd hit bottom. Who turned the lights on at candy cane lane for her. Who'd built her a dresser because he cares about her.

She stood up. Nick Miller was worth the risk. She had to see if they could make it work.

There was a knock at her door.

Jess' heart pounded.

She ran to it, trying to catch her breath before she answered it.

"Ni-"

But she was interrupted by a frazzled Cece who walked past her into her room.

"Jess, I'm so sorry. Winston let me in. I'm having a crisis."

"Cece calm down, what's going on?"

It turned out, that Cece was up for a huge job but her agent had just quit. Not only quit on Cece, but quit being an agent. This meant that all of her portfolio work and her resume that he had organized was gone. And if Cece didn't have a portfolio for her audition tomorrow at three, there was no way she was getting the job.

Jess and Cece poured over the internet finding images of Cece and printing them out on glossy paper. Jess interviewed Cece, trying to remember every single job she'd ever gone on.

"What was that diet pill you did a campaign for last year?" Jess asked, throwing her hair up in a sloppy bun and rolling up her sleeves.

"The Weight Dropper," Cece told her "and I did that in December of 2011."

"Right," Jess added it to the long list.

Four hours later, Cece was asleep on her bed and they had a passable portfolio. Jess closed the door behind her quietly, walking towards the bathroom when she heard a noise. It was the front door.

"Nick?" she asked.

"Jess? What are you doing up?" he looked exhausted.

"Cece had an emergency."

"Is everything okay?" he looked concerned, taking a few steps toward her.

"Yeah, it's fine. Where were you?"

"Late shift at work," Nick says "I only had to dodge puke twice so it was a pretty quiet night."

Jess laughed.

"Well, I was just about to get ready for bed, so..." Jess trails off and they both seem to realize something at the same time.

They're alone.

But Jess was wearing jeans and an old sweater and she hadn't brushed her teeth or applied lip balm in the past six hours. This was far from perfect.

"We're alone," Nick says.

"Yeah, everyone else is asleep." Jess agrees.

"You still want to do this, right?" Nick asks.

"Yeah, but-"

"We don't have to if you don't want to. If you're worried or changed your mind or something it's okay. Because there are so many reasons for us not to do this. Schmidt would kill us and Winston-

Jess closed the gap in between them so that her lips were almost touching his.

"Nick," she started, trying to find the right way to say this. "I want this. And not because I think it'll fix things between us for now. But because I want to try this with you."

"Really?" he asked, his hand trailing up her arm.

"Surprised?" she asks, grinning at him.

Instead of answering Nick leaned forward and his lips met hers. It was different than there first kiss, it was softer. Jess' was pulling him to her by his collar and Nick cupped her chin and the kiss deepened. Jess ran her hands through his hair as Nick trailed his hand down her neck, her arm, reaching her waist and eliminating any space that was left between them.

Nick broke this kiss, leaning his forehead against hers.

"You're sure about this?" he asked.

"Yes," she told him.

"Good," he smiled "I am too."

Jess laughed softly unable to believe this was actually happening.

"Now look sharp, dumbass," Nick said in that stupid voice he had used when she'd asked him to be mean to her. "because now we gotta tell everyone before I lose my nerve."

Jess looked at him, unsure of what to say.

"I don't want to keep you a secret," he said softly in his normal voice.

Jess was rendered speechless for a moment, she was so touched by Nick's desire to take them public. It meant that he was really serious about them. That he was really ready to be with her.

She stole one more soft kiss from him.

"Let's go," Jess said, taking him by the hand. Because even though she wasn't wearing a dress or her cherry chapstick, that kiss had been perfect.