A\N: Your reviews are the best motivation! Remember that!

It was around midnight when I got home, tired and exhausted.

"Kelly!" There was no answer.

It was strange because he said he would be at my place around ten. I checked the apartment – no sign. I than checked my phone for missed calls or texts. Nothing.

I pushed fingertips to the screen a couple times and pulled the phone to my ear. Kelly didn't answer his phone.

Frustrated I repeated the action with the other number.

"Hello." A hushed sleepy voice of Andy answered.

"Andy, hey, it's Harper. Sorry for calling so late. It's just that I can't find Kelly and he's not answering the phone, thought maybe he was with you."

"No, sorry." He seemed to get out of bed and leave the room, probably not to wake Heather up. "Have you called Shay?"

"Not yet. I really hoped he was with you."

"Don't worry yet, ok? Call Shay and I'll reach Matt. I'll call you if there is any news. But I'm sure everything's fine."

"Ok. Thanks, Andy."

"No problem." He hung up.

I called Leslie but no success there as well.

So I did the only thing that I could think of: I poured myself a glass of juice from the fridge and without taking of my coat dropped asleep on the couch.

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I heard the noise through my slumber and the back of my mind told me that I needed to open my eyes. That I did and was met with a slightly uncoordinated movement from a dark figure in the hall that was cursing all through the way under their breath.

As every drunk man Kelly's main prerogative was to reach the closest sleeping spot – the couch. I bet on that. And was right. He stumbled on a pair of my shoes, cursed again (this time a little louder and much more R-rated) and proceeded to fall on the couch, still having no idea that I was there. When his head hit my lap with a force of a stone he jerked to the sitting position.

"What the hell?!"

"Had a good night?" My voice was calm sliced with hints of uncovered sarcasm.

"Harper, why the hell are you here?" He asked annoyed, using two fingers of his right hand to massage his eyes.

He was still wearing the leather jacket and smelled vividly of vodka. I looked at him and tried to put a place in my mind where him coming home in that state was normal.

"I live here."

"I meant on the couch." Another irritated answer.

"What's wrong, Kelly?" I stood up and in a swift movement turned the lamp on the on the small glass table to my right on.

He roared as the light hit his sore eyes.

"Right now it's the too bright light!" He was acting like a child – only a very big vodka-influenced one – and I started to get angry.

I took off my coat and tossed it on the couch.

"What's your problem?" He complained as my outwear offended his leg on the way.

"Geez…let me think about it." I pretended to be thoughtful even going as far as putting a hand to my chin to look like I was deep in thought, earning a glare from Kelly. "I come home, you're not here. It's late and I'm worried. You don't pick up your phone, no one knows where you are! Oh…and wait for it…you show up in the middle of the night drunk!"

"What I don't have a right to drink with a friend anymore?"

I shook my head and crossed my hands on my chest:

"Drink all you want. This is not about drinking…it's about the fact that I didn't know if you were alright and I was worried. And you seem to not give a shit about it."

"Like you had the time…" His voice was law and callous.

"Excuse me?" I tilted my head to look at him in confusion.

He rose from the couch discarding his jacket and tossing it carelessly next to mine. His eyes were humorless and I couldn't see the greens behind the stormy grey in them. As he neared me the still strong scent of alcohol hit my nostrils and I cringed slightly.

"I mean you were so busy with your…choreographer…I'm surprised you had the time for anything else." His words were venomous and he said "choreographer" like he was cutting the poor letters with a knife.

My head was beginning to split with sudden headache and his breath intensely stung my senses.

"What in a God's name are you talking about?" I asked and felt my powers decreasing due to overall tiredness though my anger was still pretty much present.

"I'm talking about the man you said was the head of the studio and your ex-teacher. But you never mentioned that he had hots for you and that he actually danced with you!" Kelly's voice though still low possessed the harshness I've never heard there before that night.

I looked him in the eye even more torn and confused.

"What?"

"I saw you tonight."

"You were at the studio?" I think I stopped understanding the happening somewhere along the way.

"I came by to take you home. You were dancing with him. The way he looks at you with his eyes all over you and then he dances with you…"

I took a deep breath to calm myself. Kelly was still hovering over me when I finally answered:

"Jonathan is my mentor and my employer. Nothing more and nothing less."

"Tell me you don't see that he wants you." Kelly uttered and his hands gripped my arms.

He wasn't hurting me but there would be marks in the morning; I knew he wouldn't act like that if this conversation would be taking place with him sober.

"He doesn't act on his supposed attraction and this is enough for me."

We endured in the staring match until I added, bothered by the thought:

"Why are you having this jealousy fiesta? Don't you trust me at all?"

"Because, truthfully, I love you and I don't want some English prevent to touch you at all or any other man for that matter." And there it was. Like a flash of lightning. I was looking at him and in his angry rambling and he didn't even seem to realize that it was the first time ever that he said he loved me. The declaration that was supposed to bring me joy and make my heart melt, reconstruct itself and then melt again two times faster was just a piece of argument aimed to let the man in front of me win the race I didn't want to be a part of in the first place.

But I was too angry, too tired and call me selfish but I wanted this confession to be made properly and not in the heat of a fight when he didn't even acknowledge what he had said.

I looked down for a minute trying to pull myself together. Then I lowered Kelly's hands from my arms slowly and looked at him again but my eyes were a void.

"We'll have this conversation tomorrow if you still want to have it by then." I said quietly. "Can you sleep on the couch tonight?"

I didn't know if he answered, I turned and walked to the bedroom closing the door behind me.