Author's Note: I'm not going to hide anything from you guys as my readers. This actually came to me after I'd already posted the original. So, I thought, instead of changing it now, I'd just make it an extra feature within this fanfiction… So this is the alternate ending to how things could've been if Gorski didn't have Blaire follow. I put a little before the actual new text to get things rolling. It sounds nicer if you play the song that I put as the title of this chapter, "All About You" by McFly… Anyway, please enjoy!

A figure loomed behind Gorski. She was taller, slimmer, and even more attractive than when I left her. She was surely maturing beautifully. I was practically breathless. Her hair had come to frame her face perfectly, the waves fighting against her held-up hair to do so. Her eyes now held a strong confidence and charm, along with a hidden rebellious nature. "Didn't you say 'to this very day'? I betted on it. You still are early, so I better have won something."

My face took that of surprise, and a blush crept onto my face. "You were listening… ?" I said a bit meekly. Well, that's just great.

Suddenly, I saw her figure go up to me, go up on her toes, and I felt such soft and sweet lips touch my cheek, complimented by a warm breath that whispered into my ear: "I love you, too." She giggled lightly before going back.

"Ooh… Blondie, you're such a naughty person," Rocket cooed.

I gritted my teeth. My knees grew really weak, my heart began to beat fast, pounding like drums in my ears, and my surroundings began to spin. That felt absolutely like heaven just arrived on my doorstep. I could only mutter under my breath, "Blondie… At least, not in public." Seriously. Getting light-headed. Need to sit down. My brain just switched to its baser instincts, and wasn't even coherent anymore… That's it. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I took a deep breath and asked, "Is it alright if I have a moment with Blondie? Just a few minutes, I promise." I looked to Rocket and, ruffling lightly at her hair as I remember having had done on their first night, asked, "If it's possible, have you and Sweet Pea assist Gorski in getting my suitcases to my new room. I'll catch up with the two of you in a bit after I talk to the doctor, and after this.

Rocket nodded and called out to her sister, who seemed to silently and diligently understand what I wanted almost immediately, while Gorski looked confused. It's pretty funny how, even though she was a therapist, she couldn't piece together the facts and come up with the possibility that I'm in love. Then again, maybe two females together was an idea probably foreign to her… Maybe. Rocket managed to get one of the suitcases, while Sweet Pea took the other. She gave off a small grin as she said, "I'm glad you did come back. It is a good thing your plan didn't fail."

I gave a short laugh, "I'm happy myself." I turned and began heading out to the main hallway, Blondie's hand in mine. First business, then… You know what I mean. We went through the double doors, and then down the hallway to our right, where I remembered the staff quarters and padded rooms lay. We walked for only a mere one or two minutes when I found an open padded room. I just wanted the solace and quiet it could create, just while we had time to do this.

Blondie giggled, "If Rocket thought earlier was being naughty…"

I shook my head, stifling a laugh, "Oh, her face is she'd see us now." I entered into the clean place, feeling as my black women's slip-on tennis shoes sink slightly under the pillow-like surface. I was still dressed like I would on normal days for, especially for around the college campus: a white collared blouse covered by a plain black jacket that was lightweight for easy carrying if I wanted to take if off, and jeans. Unlike most of the women in my time period who went to school, I cared not for skirts or looks in general, for it was school we were going to, not some fashion show… None of my friends out there understood my senses on the matter, and thought I was way too ahead of my time to think in such "possibly deadly manners".

As I carefully and deftly closed the door, I turned back to Blondie. "Okay, first… I want to ask you something."

Blondie looked a tad disappointed, but she answered, "Shoot."

"Do you know the new head orderly, Blue?"

Blondie looked a bit incredulously. "Yeah, why? He seems like a nice guy… But something's off about him. He acts a bit... Off"

My head clouded in worry, and it clearly showed on my face. I said slowly, "Listen… He's my big brother."

"I knew it!" Then, her expression changed, as she looked down at the floor, embarrassed, fiddling with the hem of her gray uniform dress. She then added slowly, "He's the one that tried to rape you."

I huffed a sigh. "Yeah… He's dangerous. I'm just warning you now… Don't be anywhere alone with him, promise me? I'll tell Sweet Pea and Rocket later on, but-" The words stuck to my throat as I choked up the rest: "I don't want you to be hurt."

Blondie looked up to me, her eyes brightened, if such things were possible. She smiled gently and came up to me, hugging my slightly shaky figure. She kissed me again, the same tenderness as early, but this time full on the lips... She knew just how to take all my worries away in a second, and it felt absolutely wonderful... My body was all too eager, and I returned the passion. I already was out of breath, having it taken away just by the kindness in her embrace, and had to tear us apart a little so I could recover. I gave off a small grin and chuckled airily, "You know, isn't it illegal for a seventeen-year-old and a twenty-year-old to be together?"

Blondie scoffed at my poor excuse of a conversational topic, "Isn't it already considered morally wrong for two girls to be together as is? Screw the age limit." She took a step back towards one of the walls nearby, tugging me by my jacket. A light growl came from me at the sudden pull, and I took the momentum to slam into her, forcing our mouths together. Almost as if we were thinking as one person, we opened up more, our tongues meeting each other as the age-old battle of dominance began. My hands wrapped around her back, slowly moving lower, tracing its way down the curve of her spine, causing a chill to move through her. She had begun to slip of my jacket when I accidentally stepped in one of the "holes" of the padded floor, causing me to fall on my back, taking Blondie with me. I felt her instinctively hug my sides, burying her figure into mine. It was a good thing that everything in the room was soft, from the ceiling, floors, walls, Blondie…

I chuckled as irony became apparent. "Wasn't I the one on top of you the last time this happened to us?"

Blondie kissed my cheek, noting, "I guess the roles have reversed."

"Lies." I chuckled, turning to my side, causing her to fall beside me on the floor, though I made sure I was being careful; laying my arm down, from hand to elbow, as a pillow, not wanting to hurt her. When she landed, my hand threaded through her hair slowly, her hands wrapping around my hips and pulling me towards her. I untangled my fingers from the ebony mass and shrugged off my jacket, laying it over us to offer even more privacy than we already had before proceeding…

Author's Note: Sorry, that's where it ends! Trying to keep things out of the M rating, haha… At this point, I strongly encourage imagination! Well, I hope you loved it.