Author's note: Hey guys, I'm back again. This is more like a filler part between what happened last chapter and what's going to happen next chapter! Just so I didn't leave you waiting for too long! A huge thank you to everyone who read the first part and reviewed, it made me super happy! Also, those FOX pictures we got. Holymotherofgod. I died, seriously, especially at Jake (Johnson) and Chris (Colfer). Wow. I would have died at Darren's but he just looked too adorable and aw aw aw. Anyway, I'm rambling! Onto the fic, I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own New Girl or anything else referenced.

Nick placed the box he was carrying on the floor as he opened the apartment door – which he was sure he left open the past 3 times in which he'd been carrying his stuff into the apartment. As he pushed the door open, Jess caught up behind him even more loaded with stuff than he was. She stumbled as she almost ran straight into him, but he put his hands out to stop her, "Wow, Jess, you're not a pack mule." He said chuckling. As he moved the box from in front of her face, he could see her glaring at him but he could tell she was close to laughing.

He carried the box he'd taken from her into the apartment, and walked back to get the box he left on the floor, which was then, this time, he was the one who nearly ran into Jess. Apart from this time, he actually ran into her. And they landed in a pile on the floor. It wasn't a quiet fall either, due to the fact Jess was carrying a box of CD's. The sound of the two landing on the floor, with the added sound of the clattering CD's woke up Schmidt, "What is happening out there?!" they heard Schmidt shriek.

Nick and Jess glanced at each other and then at the mess around them, if anyone were to see them now, they'd probably think something was happening – which Nick wishes there was.

He looked at Schmidt's door, "Sorry Schmidt, I dropped some of my stuff!". He looked back at Jess who had begun picking up the CD's. He stood up, holding his hand out to help her up. "Hey, come on, get up, I'll pick that up. It was my fault anyway, and it's my stuff." She took his hand to help her get up. She raised her head and looked into his deep brown eyes, her eyes glistening. "Thank you Nick, I'll go and get some more of your stuff." She pulled her hand out of his grasp and skipped out the door down the corridor and smiled, thinking about how great she really was. When she disappeared into the elevator, he bent down and started putting the CD's back into the box. Once he'd done that, he picked up the box he left outside the apartment door when he had first helped Jess.

As he brought it back inside, he heard the elevator doors slide open, and as he turned round, he saw Jess walking out wearing about 5 of his shirts and 2 of his sweatshirts. She looked precious. He made sure nothing was in the way as he knew how clumsy she was. She walked into the apartment and placed the box on the floor, pushing the door closed with her foot. "I'm pretty sure that's all your stuff!" she said. "Does that make up for me not helping you pack before?" she asked, beginning to take off the many layers of his clothing she had on.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure.. Unless you don't feel like it does, in which case, you could always make it up in some other way?" He laughed. She looked at him with a half-smile on her face. She wasn't sure if he was joking or not.

"What sort of thing were you thinking?"

"Well, maybe you could take me out to dinner? Or play a drinking game with me? Either really, it's up to you."

"Hmm, well I think drinking game may be more up our street. You free tonight?"

"Let me check my social calendar, oh, wait, you guys are the only people I hang out with, so of course I'm free, unless you've arranged a surprise welcome back party without a lot of notice." He said with a smile on his face.

Schmidt walked out his room to find Nick sat on the sofa, "Hey dude, where's Winston?"

"Oh hey, he went to Shelby's an hour or so ago." Nick said, as he looked up from his hands. "You alright dude?"

Schmidt looked at Nick as he walked through the kitchen and sat on the end of the sofa, "Yeah, I was just going to ask him to do something tonight, but he's obviously busy. Do you fancy doing something?"

"I feel insulted that was going to be asked after Winston, Schmidt! And anyway, I've kind of already got plans.."

"Oh, an extra shift at the bar?" Schmidt assumed.

"Yeah.. that's what it is."

"Well, I might as well just stay in and find something to do he—" Schmidt was cut off by Nick shouting, "What, no, don't stay in the apartment!"

"Alright, calm down! I don't want to know why you don't want me to stay here! Unless you don't want me hitting on Jess because no-one else will be in, because if that's the case, I don't doubt your thinking – LLS: Ladies love Schmidt."

"Jar", Nick said, rolling his eyes. When in fact, if he didn't have plans with Jess, that would be thing he worried about most, but he couldn't let Schmidt know that.

"I suppose I'll just go out, go and get some ladies." Schmidt said as he pushed $10 into the jar and walked towards the bathroom – presumably to get ready for tonight.

Tonight with Jess wasn't even formally arranged, but he was really looking forward to it. Like, really. I must get enough drink for tonight, Nick thought to himself as he stood up, put on his shoes, picked up his keys and wallet (yes, he finally got a wallet due to his roommates persistence), and left the apartment, off to get some alcohol for the night ahead – which he was more than excited about but he wasn't going to let anyone know about that.

Jess heard the door shutting, and the shower starting, assuming that none of the guys were in the living room area. Perfect opportunity to watch some Glee, she thought to herself. She knew the guys didn't mind it, and she actually thought Schmidt secretly loved it but they didn't appreciate her overreacting to every storyline and singing along with all the songs – even if she didn't really know the songs. She left her room, wearing a pink dress, with white polka dots, and had her pulled up into a loose bun high on her head. She sat done on the sofa, reached forwards for the remote and turned on the TV. Jess then turned around, and grabbed the blanket from on the back of the sofa and placed it over her legs. Comfy.

She found the episode she wanted to watch – Nationals. She wiggled her shoulders snuggling into the back of the sofa, and began watching allowing herself to be a fangirl and sing along.

Nick walked back into the apartment, carrying two paper bags full of alcohol, to the sound of Jess singing It's All Coming Back To Me along with Glee. Nick rolled his eyes, classic Jess, that's why you love her. Wait—love her? You mean, in love with the idea of being in love with someone again, and having that feeling in your life.. Yeah, that sounds better. As watched her while placing his keys down quietly, a single tear began to roll down her cheek. "J-Jess? Are you alright?"

"Yeah, it's just a dumb TV show. And song. A song that was mine and Spencer's. I haven't heard it since I was with him, it's just bringing back all those feelin- Wow, Nick," she said, being distracted, "did you buy all that alcohol for tonight?"

"Yeah, I did. But I'm sure we won't need all of it because of you being the light weight you are." He watched her face, her eyes were wondering the bags he held in his arms – and also his arm muscles, but she was the only one who needed to know that this is what she was truly looking at. "Are you sure you're alright?" Nick asked, concerned.

"Yes, thank you, better now that you're back. I'm just glad you got back when you did, otherwise I would have been in a huge mess. Thank you."

"You're welcome," Nick said, as he walked over to the kitchen table, placing the bags down, with a small smile on his face. "Hey, how about some dinner? We shouldn't be drinking on an empty stomach."

At that moment, Schmidt walked out of his room acknowledging Nick and Jess and leaving the apartment.

"Well, I guess he's out for tonight!" Jess said, as both her and Jess laughed together. "How about pizza? Does that sound good? And easy."

Nick picked up and started dialling the number for the pizza place. "Sure, pizza it is."

Author's note: Ah, it's almost the next chapter! What's gonna happen!? I'll post it some time soon :-) Thank you for reading, please review, it lets me know what I'm doing right and wrong as I'm not writing this for me - but for you.

Oh, the title comes from As Least It Was Here by The 88 (which is also the theme song to Community which I've recently finished and oh my god, I love it so much.)

Anyway, thank you and please review!