A/N: HOW AMAZING WAS FLUFFER?! Oh my god, it was so good and ah, I need more! But yeah, the best bit was definitely the dresser bit and dsfhvausghfbjasdg.

Anyway, hey guys ;-) I'm back again with another chapter. I'd like to thank Rachel for her help on this chapter and if you're a fan of Darren Criss, you should all go and read her fic on her tumblr (darren-fricking-criss – there's a link there!) She helped choose the song that is featured in this chapter, which is I Blame You by Plug In Stereo – which an awesome song that you should all go and listen to.

This chapter kind of involves some of the stuff from Fluffer, but it's not a lot of the really big moments, just stuff like Jess talking about him sighing, etc.

Onto the chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything relating with New Girl, and I don't own I Blame You by Plug In Stereo.

Recap: They both started brushing their teeth and as soon as they had finished and both placed their brushes back in the holder, Jess leant against the sink watching Nick trying to sort his hair.

"Hey, come here." She said, beckoning him with her finger.

He approaches her slowly, looking at her in confusion, continuing to walk. He stops just in front of her looking into her eyes.

"Here," she says, running her fingers through his hair, managing to get closer to him than they were, still maintaining eye contact, "all sorted."

She lingered there, right in front of him for a moment, glancing down at his lips and back up to his eyes.

And then, she walked away. She could feel Nick's eyes watching her, and she knew he had that dopey look on his face that he always has on when he's confused. She couldn't look back though,act natural, she said to herself.

Wow, what was that?Nick thought to himself.I bet she's just teasing but I'm going to enjoy the hell out of however long this is going to go on for.

After a very good night's sleep (Nick couldn't emphasise how good of a sleep it was), he swung his legs out of bed and picked up his dark blue jeans and pulled them up on his legs. He pulled the blue t-shirt he had on off from over his head, and picked up one of his favourite shirts, placing it on and beginning to button it up. He then stood up, walked towards his door, and swung it open.

He noticed the door opposite his own was open wide and he could hear music blasting over the speakers in the living room. He heard a sweet voice singing along, "I'll take the bruises baby, if I got you to save me!" He smiled at sound of it. Jess.

He moved out of the doorway of his room and into living room, in front of the loft door. Jess was where the coffee table usually was, except that had been moved to in between the sofa and the dinner table. She had an easel in front of her, and was quite obviously finger painting. Nick crept into the kitchen, reached up into the cupboard, picking out a mug and placing it on the counter. He poured himself some coffee, closed the cupboard and resumed his place by the loft door.

The song had come on again, "Now all I see is you, I never thought I'd be a fool in love," Jess sung along again. She was now dancing around the living room, with her eyes closed, this being the reason of how she bumped into Nick, managing to knock his coffee all over him.

"Woa—Oh my god Nick!" Jess turned round, opening her eyes, and tilting her head up and down so she could take in how much of a mess had been made, "I'm so sorry!"

Well, I spilled coffee on my favourite shirt.

He didn't say anything although he was covered in coffee, which luckily wasn't scolding hot. He was too taken in by how beautiful she looked in her dress covered by her apron and her hair tied up on the back of her head messily. "Oh, er.. Don't worry about it."

"Seriously Nick, you should change out of that so I can stick it in the wash or it will stain!" Jess insisted. Damn, I wish I didn't sound so needy, she thought to herself.

"Oh really, Miss Day? Trying to get me undressed, are we?" Wow, where did this confidence come from? Now's your chance, Miller; go for it.

He slowly started to unbutton his shirt, making sure not to let his eyes leave her direction – which, to be honest, wouldn't be that hard. He reached the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off his arms. "Hey Jess, can you sort this out for me? You're a lot better with the washing machine than me." Nick said moving closer to where she was now standing. She had been watching for a small amount of time whilst he was taking his shirt off and walked over the cupboards to find the right stain removers.

She stood up and turned round. Wow. She didn't expect that much to be on display today. She walked over to meet him in the middle and took the shirt from him, placing her hands on it right next to where his hand had been, making sure they brushed. She was the one who started this game – she was going to win it, too. She knew what he was doing, it was clear. She'd, to be honest, made it rather obvious what she was doing and Nick is pretty smart so she knew he would figure it out soon.

As threw the shirt in the machine, starting the cycle. As she went to find the mop to clean up the mess that had been made on the floor, Nick grabbed her lower arm and spun her towards him, so she was pressed up against him.

"Hi." He said.

"Hey."

"Great music, Jess, and should I mention, great moves that possibly just managed to ruin my shirt," Nick said, with a small smirk appearing on the corner of his mouth, still holding her close to him.

"Thanks. Maybe I can show you then more some when, if you're lucky."

I'm very lucky indeed, close up against this beautiful woman, in his apartment, Nick thought to himself. "Yeah, maybe," dragging out 'maybe', moving closer and closer to her face.

He glanced down at her lips, and straight back up into her eyes. As much as he wanted to kiss her right now, he had to wait. He looked back to her lips again, this time his stare lingering more.

Jess was moving closer to Nick, too. But she was the one to move. She pulled her arm out of Nick's grasp while her other arm pushed Nick's torso away from her own while lightly sweeping his fingers down her.

"So, how about this clean up?" Jess said, making strong eye contact with Nick and slowly turning away to get the mop.

Nick just stood there, with his mouth wide open.

I blame you, you, you, and that dress of yours.

A/N #2: Well then, that happened! I hope you enjoyed that. Jess kind of got her revenge back on his attempt!

I'm thinking of starting a new Nick and Jess fic, about high school them, and I have a couple of ideas so I'll see if I can develop that any further and that'll be up on FF if I ever get anywhere with it.

Again, thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed. A new chapter is coming soon. Please review!