This is a little something I was inspired to do based on Tuesday's episode "Furt" Also from the story 'So Fucked Up.' As always if there is a particular situation or couple (or even a funny quote or writing prompt) you would like to see, please feel free to let me know.

Chapter 4: Slip

by Hikako

The tension hung thick in the room as they sat on opposite sides of the bed and starred at the walls. It wasn't sexual tension, that they knew how to work through no problem, this was a different kind of tension that neither was fully prepared to deal with.

He sat on his side, hands on his knees, while his eyes searched the dresser in front of him for a clue as to what he should do next. Bottles of perfume and an opened jewelry box remained mum as to any suggestions they had for him. It wasn't often that he couldn't think of something to do or say in a situation, least of all in the bedroom, but he was grasping at straws not to mention the emotional turmoil he was feeling didn't help much. He took a deep breath and turned his head as if he was going to say something over his shoulder but shook his head as he exhaled loudly in the silent room. His mouth opened and his lips started to move but nothing came out except air being pushed through his straining throat, waiting for that one word to start so that all the rest of them could pour out like an avalanche. He finally huffed and put his head in his hand, running his fingers through what little hair he had.

She couldn't be the one to start talking, her mouth had already gotten herself into enough trouble tonight, so she bore holes into the floor with her eyes while she kept the tears from flowing from her eyes. How in the name of the Holy Virgin could she possibly have said that? Right when they were in the middle of... Stupid! Although if she was being honest with herself it wasn't like she didn't know this was going to happen sooner or later. She should have known that back when she decided to close her eyes and pretend, the first time had taken a lot of courage and she swore she would never do it again for this exact reason. The second time was easier, she had already gotten away with it, and soon every time she was doing it. After that it was easier to constantly close her eyes and pretend: before, after, even when they kissed. After all, its not really cheating if it's only happening in her mind.

Despite the rationalizing she knew that wasn't true though, it was cheating; it was the worst kind of cheating because it meant that he really couldn't get angry without sounding like an asshole. What guy has never closed his eyes and thought of Natalie Portman every once in a while? The guilt, the pressure sitting on her chest that refused to move no matter what she did, that was the worst part and she didn't relish the idea of what was coming next.

"Do you love him?" It actually burned as he forced it out of his mouth, but he needed to know. There was no way he could go to sleep tonight without knowing the answer to that question, hell there was probably no way he was going to sleep sober tonight anyway so why not make the alcohol worth the hangover. At first nothing was her response but a strangled sob that escaped from her iron control over her emotions told him everything before she started talking.

"I love him..." she half-whispered into the still air around them, the pause sounding louder than her words, "I love him as much... as you love her." His head whipped around so fast he almost pulled something, a denial already half-out of his mouth before he gave up entirely on denying it. This was not the time for half-truths or outright lies, this was time for the truth. A small, self-deprecating laugh escaped his lips and a look of absolute self-loathing crossed his face. "Well," he started, "Ain't we a pair."

The halls of McKinley High were busy the next morning when she walked up to him. She approached quietly so when he turned around he jumped a little and looked around like a cornered animal. If he only knew. "Oh," he said sounding as scared as he looked, "Hey Santa-." He was cutoff as she threw her arms around his neck and pull his head down, crushing his lips with her's. It was quick, only a moment before she let him go and stepped back. The hallway was suddenly a lot less quiet and everybody was moving slower, but she only concentrated on him. He looked stunned, he was blinking a lot, but then he locked eyes with her. Almost imperceptibly his hand came out and gently went around her waist, before he started to pull her in closer. Leaning down he kissed her while her arms again went around his next and in front of everybody they did their best to swap tonsils.

On the other side of the hallway, he watched them with envy before setting his jaw in determination and moving forcefully around the corner. He stopped as if he had been hit by a wall when he saw her. She had her trolley open and was loading an impossible amount of textbooks into it. Just watching her literally took his breath away, along with his courage. He stood there, mentally goading himself to work up the gall, and failing miserably. All too soon she finished and walked down the hall, right past him, flashing him a thousand-watt smile. "Good morning, Noah."

"Hey." he said as she continued past him and walked to her first class.

Pussy.