Where to start? First of all, apologies for taking so long with an update. I had an exam today (and have 3 next week) so I'll probably be scarce for the next couple of days. Also, I probably would've wanted to work on this a little bit longer but I felt bad about not updating...

This was a tricky scene, partially because I really don't like it. It probably one of my least favorite Bade moments. But I have faith in Beck and I do honestly think it was more a point of him not thinking instead of him being so... wrong. And the ending kind of ran away from me. But here we go.

Thank you all for your lovely reviews and alerts and favorites as well. If you have any requests/prompts/moments/episodes yo'd like me to cover send me a message and I'll do my best :)

As per usual, I don't own Victorious or any recognizable material. Le sigh.

Once it seemed that Andre and Tori had her Revenge Song mostly worked out, Beck decided it was probably time to go. He and Jade had originally planned to spend the afternoon together, but the revelation about Ryder had derailed that somewhat. He was hoping they could still go out for dinner.

Jade was still sitting on the steps, nursing her coffee which must have been horribly cold by then. She had stayed mostly silent while they were writing the song, although she did pipe up once and helped with a rhyming issue in the chorus. To be honest, Beck thought she had been a little too quiet. Something must be up.

"Wanna go now?" he asked , sitting down next to her and placing a hand on her shoulder.

Without reply she stood up, grabbed her bag from Tori's sofa and opened the front door. "Bye!" She yelled to no one in particular, before slamming it behind her.

Beck winced. She was definitely angry. "See you tomorrow," he said to the rest of his friends and made his way to his car.

Jade was leaning against the passenger door, her arms crossed. When Beck unlocked the car she hopped inside without a word. A small part of him was amused by the fact that she was so obviously mad at him, but still waited for a ride from him. Not that he was complaining, the longer she stayed with him the faster they'd resolve whatever was going on.

He got in the car and turned on the engine.

"Just take me home," Jade muttered, leaning forward to change the radio station.

At this Beck raised his eyebrows, no matter how badly they were fighting he could count on one hand the number of times she had volunteered to go home before she needed to.

"Why? We could get some din-"

"Because," she interrupted him, turning her head and glaring, "since I'm five years old I probably have a bedtime!" She snapped, turning back to stare out of the windscreen and crossing her arms.

"Wha-" he questioned, confused.

Jade sighed, annoyed, and turned back to him. "A time-out? Seriously?" Her voice was so loud that he flinched.

He shook his head, finally more aware of what this was about. "You were being rude!"

"I warned her. It's not my fault she keeps falling in love with jerks."

Running a hand through his hair, he sighed, "We made a deal that I would tell you when you were out of line."

They had, about a month ago. He's pretty sure Jade agreed to it only because he said they couldn't go get coffee until they resolved their fight. But they made a deal that even she couldn't deny.

"You can tell me, you can't treat me like a child!" She ranted, her hand flailing so much he actually thought it might hit him in the face.

He sighed, honestly he hadn't even thought about it. He just did because it seemed like the quickest way to move on and help Tori with her problem. And when she listened to him, without too much of an argument he just went with it. "Jade..."

"You made me sit on the stairs! Like a child! Like you have zero respect for me!" she snapped, breathily heavily through her anger.

"Jade, of course I respect you," he said immediately. He was starting to feel seriously bad about this. Maybe it hadn't been the best move to pull...

"Do you know who else used to give me time-outs? My father." Her voice was lower now, but still seething with fury.

Beck stared at her, trying to find the right words. She'd told him all about her father, Beck had even met him a couple times. Her reaction made total sense now. He hated that she would ever compare him to her father, and what he had done was really low.

"Jade, I'm sorry," he said, slowly reaching out a hand and resting it on her thigh. When she didn't flinch or remove it, he rubbed it up and down, trying to be reassuring. "I really shouldn't have done that. We were both wrong."

She was silent for a minute, and he continued to rub her leg and gaze at her profile. The longer they sat there, the worse he felt. God, could he have been more stupid? If he had seen another guy treat his girlfriend like that he would've disliked him immediately. And they were there to warn Tori about her crappy boyfriend.

Finally she turned her head to him, looked at him with eyes that were wide, but softer now. "I feel kinda bad for her," she admitted.

Beck just nodded, he felt bad for Tori as well. He didn't know Ryder well, but he never really liked the guy. He always tried too hard to be cool, and wasn't even really that talented. There was a reason he relied on girls for good grades.

He offered her a smile, hoping that she would let him make it up to her. "Can I buy you dinner?"

She smiled back for the briefest of seconds, before crossing her arms again and turning back to face the front. "You better."

He smiled, admiring her profile once again, this time less worried. Without saying anything he finally pulled away from Tori's driveway. Once they were on the road he took one hand off the wheel and put it on her knee, face up. After a moment, she put her hand in his; their fingers intertwined.

He took her out to a nice restaurant by the beach, where they serve shrimp without tails. The waitress smiled too widely at him and he was pretty sure Jade actually growled. He just took her hand across the table, squeezing it gently as he ordered dessert to "share with my girlfriend". And afterwards, they sat on the beach- well, he sat on the beach, she sat on his lap. It was kinda perfect: his head was rested on her shoulder, his cheek tickled by her hair. She laughed as he told her about whatever mess Robbie got into. Of course it was funny when she wasn't actually there to get annoyed.

His hand on her waist wandered under the hem of her top, accidentally at first, but the feel of her warm skin was always too tempting for him. She turned her head, smiling at him knowingly before she leaned down and pressed her lips against his. The kiss deepened quickly, as he leaned back a little to position himself better. Her own hand was creeping underneath his top, tickling his skin, and her other one getting lost in his hair. And all he could think was how he never wanted to give her a reason to sing a Revenge Song about him.