A/N: Thank you all for your comments and continued support. Reading what you have to say about the story really makes my day. :)

Ever since the start of their high school experience, Maura and her two best friends, Allie and Sarah, dedicated their Friday nights to each other. They weren't part of the crowd that got invited to parties and they didn't go to football games or basketball games, so their Fridays usually involved the three of them going to the movies, hanging out at Starbucks, or walking around the mall and spending whatever money they had from Allie and Sarah's paychecks and Maura's allowance. Friday was the highlight of Maura's week, but she had begun to dread Saturday because that was the day her friends dedicated to their boyfriends and Maura was left to spend the night in her room by herself. Even her parents had a Saturday night date, which made Maura feel even more alone.

But that Saturday night would be different. With her parents' permission, she'd be on a date with Jane, the girl she was crushing on more with every text message and snapchat they sent each other.

"You have a snap from janerizz97," Allie said as she grabbed Maura's phone from on top of her desk. "And it's a good one. She's topless."

"She's already sending pics of her boobs," Sarah said in disgust. "Is she one of these 'send to receive' people? Maur, are you sending her pics of yours?"

Maura paid no attention to Sarah and rushed over from her closet to where Allie was standing with her phone. "She's topless? Give me my phone!"

"She's not topless, goob," Allie laughed. "But now I know how bad you want her. You almost knocked Sarah over on your way to me."

"The snap disappeared," Maura groaned. "What was it?"

Before Allie could respond, she received a snap of Jane's shocked facial expression. "You screenshotted that?" Followed by another one of her trying to hide her face. "I'm so shy now."

"Check your pics," Allie smiled. "You'll be thanking me."

Maura couldn't stop blushing when she saw the screenshot of Jane in a sports bra with the caption "Done with my workout." It was a low-quality picture Jane had taken while standing in front of a mirror, but Maura didn't care because, in that picture, she caught her very first glimpse of Jane's abs and she planned on staring long after her friends had left.

"What do I say?" Maura asked frantically. "I've never received a snap like this from a girl and now she says she's shy."

"Ha!" Sarah scoffed. "Maura, that's bullshit. Do you really think Jane Rizzoli, the girl who has gone down on almost every girl in the junior and senior class, is shy because you screenshotted a pic of her abs? C'mon."

"She hasn't been with that many girls," Allie responded in Jane's defense. "Well, okay maybe she has been with a lot of girls but that doesn't mean she went down on them. She could have just made out. Besides, it's none of our business."

"It's our business if it affects Maura," Sarah glared at her. "Sorry if I don't want Jane to make all these false promises and treat Maura like a piece of ass. She tried to have sex with Maura in the library!"

"She didn't try," Allie pointed out. "She wanted to, but she didn't try to. Jane didn't even kiss Maura."

While her friends were arguing, Maura decided to send a snap to Jane. She removed her sweater to reveal a low-cut tank top underneath. Jane and Maura had exchanged over 100 snaps and, not once, had Maura considered sending a risque picture of herself, but Jane's flirtations inspired her. She double-checked to make sure her friends weren't looking before snapping a closeup of her chest. "Returning the favor."

Within seconds of sending it, Maura received a notification that Jane had screenshotted her picture. They had sent snaps of their bedrooms and silly pictures of themselves to make each other laugh, but that was the first time Maura felt comfortable flirting and being open about her sexuality with anyone, let alone Jane.

She had wondered if Jane would take the flirtation a bit further until she received Jane's next snap: a picture of Jane lying on her bed with her eyes closed and her tongue hanging out of her mouth and the caption "Cause of death: your snap." Maura considered sending her a snap of Bass saying he'd help revive her, but her friends had stopped arguing and were starting to become impatient with her.

"Did she send you a naked snap?" Allie asked excitedly. "Maura, this is exciting! Don't make me wait anymore."

"You wanna see Jane Rizzoli naked?" Sarah asked Allie. "I understand if Maura does, but you do? Remember when we were all sitting down at lunch a couple of weeks ago and Maura said Jane was gorgeous and you told her that Jane Rizzoli is everything that you hate about high school and now you want her to send Maura naked snaps?"

"I'll admit I thought she was an asshole," Allie began. "But that's before she bought Maura a cupcake and we found out it was Jane who was writing all those poems about her and before Jane passed up Stevie's party to meet Maura's parents. It's Stevie's party and he always has a lot of girls at his parties. She's Jane Rizzoli and she could be getting laid but she'd rather be with Maura."

"Yeah, she's Jane Rizzoli," Sarah reiterated. "How long is this meeting with your parents? Until 9? Don't you think that gives her plenty of time to leave here and then go to Stevie's party and arrange a threesome or something? It wouldn't be her first. She needs to keep it in her pants for once."

"You don't know Jane," Maura nearly yelled at her friend. She wanted to tell her that Jane had never actually taken it out of her pants and she considered herself a virgin, but that was told to her in confidence and she didn't want to lose Jane's trust.

"Yeah," Allie agreed. "You didn't see her yesterday when she approached Maura just to say hi. She was such a goob. I almost didn't believe that was Jane. She was cute to Maura and she's Maura's first big crush. Yeah, she's done some shit in the past but that doesn't mean she's going to hurt Maura and, if she does, we'll be here to help her pick up the pieces."

"Well, no shit," Sarah added. "I'm there for Maura no matter what. I just don't trust Jane, okay? Maur, I know Allie and I have boyfriends and you want a girlfriend. You deserve a girlfriend, but you deserve someone better than Jane and I'm not going to be in favor of this until she proves herself. Maur, she still sits with Jessica at lunch."

"She doesn't sit with Jessica," Maura argued. "Jane and Jessica have mutual friends. She sits at the same table as Jessica, but they no longer sit next to each other and they no longer talk to each other. Besides, you're here to help me pick out something to wear tonight, not to criticize Jane."

Allie began sifting through Maura's closet. "Something that says to your parents 'I don't plan on having sex with Jane on the first date' and something that says to Jane 'But I do plan on having sex with you on our second date.'"

Maura thought about the snap that Jane had sent just minutes earlier. If I can wait that long…

As much as Maura enjoyed hanging out with her best friends, she could no longer handle the disagreement and the negativity from Sarah, so she was grateful when they left after helping her pick out something to wear. They had gone through Maura's collection of skirts and dresses before finally deciding on a pair of high-waisted jeggings and a loose-fitting cropped sweater that was short enough to get Jane's attention but not too short so that her parents would be against her wearing it.

Dinner was quick, so they'd have enough time to prepare refreshments before Jane's arrival at seven. Mrs. Isles had wanted to make cookies, but Maura insisted on making chocolate chip muffins without any assistance. "I want her to taste my muffin."

"Your muffin?" Mrs. Isles asked.

"Yes, the muffins I'm going to bake for her," Maura explained. It wasn't exactly a lie. She did want Jane to taste some of her baked goods, but the muffin on the plate wasn't the only muffin Maura wanted to offer her that night. Why did she have to send that snap and how did I become one of those girls who fawns over Jane Rizzoli and offers her baked goods?

Maura paced around the living room, focusing on the smallest details before Jane arrived. She had already made sure the pillows were perfectly arranged and she was about to check if the muffins on the plate were the perfect temperature when she heard the doorbell ring. Maura knew she should have opened the door and invited her in, but she wanted a moment alone with Jane before the impending interrogation.

There, underneath the patio, she hugged the Jane Rizzoli for the first time and nestled her head against her shoulder. Jane wears Old Spice. It suits her. Maura took in the masculine, musky scent that combined with just a hint of Jane's sweat. I've found my aphrodisiac.

"You're hugging me?" Jane asked as she continued to hold Maura. "We're at that level now? You're moving kinda fast for me. First you're hugging me and then you're going to want sex. Do you want sex?"

"Jane!"

"I was just asking," Jane said in her own defense. "If you ever want to, just tell me. I'd probably pass out, though. If your snap killed me, I can imagine what actually kissing you would do to me let alone doing the do."

"Doing the do?" Maura laughed. "Is that the terminology you use when you seduce all the girls?"

"No," Jane scoffed. "I save the sexiest terminology just for you. While we're on the subject of sexy, you look incredible."

"So do you."

"I'm in my Sunday best," Jane pointed out. "Jeans with no holes." Maura finally left Jane's embrace so she could look at her ensemble. Dark blue skinny jeans low enough to show the very top of the waistband of her boxer briefs and a light blue button up shirt underneath her blue and white letterman jacket. Her dark curly hair was in a ponytail without a single strand out of place and on her feet her a pair of recently-cleaned gray Converse shoes. "You've been eyeing me since I got here," Jane quipped. "You haven't even noticed the flowers I'm holding."

And she hadn't. "Are they for me?" Maura asked as she finally paid attention to the two red roses Jane was holding.

"One is," Jane said before handing a rose to Maura. "The other is for your mom."

It was the first time Maura had received a flower from a girl and the fact that it was from Jane made her smile uncontrollably. She held it up to her nose to take in the light scent. "I love the way roses smell."

"What about me?"

"I love the way you smell, too," Maura smiled. "Thank you for coming."

"I love coming!" Jane blurted out. "I mean, I—I really don't know what I mean. I just have to get this innuendo out of my system before I meet your parents. I want them to think of me as a responsible, respectful young woman."

"Are you ready to go inside?"

"I'm always ready to go inside," Jane winked at her.

Maura held on to Jane's hand as she lead her into the living room where Mr. and Mrs. Isles were waiting for them. She gently squeezed Jane's hand for reassurance and Jane squeezed hers in return.

"Maura, why are you holding her hand already?" Mr. Isles asked.

"Sorry," Maura said. She didn't want to release Jane's hand, but she feared what her parents would say if she didn't let go. "Mom, Dad, this is Jane."

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Isles," Jane said as she shook his hand.

"Nice, firm handshake," Mr. Isles commented. "Have you been practicing?"

"Since childhood," Jane quipped and Maura was relieved when her dad actually laughed. "My father always says a firm handshake can get you far in life. In this case, it can get me a date with the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on."

"A charmer," Mrs. Isles remarked. "And those dimples. I can see why Maura hasn't stopped talking about them."

"Mom," Maura groaned.

"Maura talks about me?"

"Mom, Jane brought something for you," Maura said in hopes of changing the subject. She hadn't offered much information on Jane and it dawned on her that her mother had overheard the phone conversation she had with Allie about how attracted she is to Jane.

"Mrs. Isles," Jane said as she handed the rose to her. "Two roses for two very beautiful women. I'm very pleased to meet you."

"You're a bit old-fashioned," Mrs. Isles commented.

"I wouldn't called it old-fashioned," Jane smiled. "Or at least it shouldn't be considered old-fashioned. I think women should be treated with respect and, I know it's not popular, but I still believe in romance and chivalry."

"I like the chivalrous part," Mr. Isles added. "But I don't want you getting too romantic with my daughter."

That statement alone was enough to make Maura worry that she'd spend yet another Saturday night alone when she could be on a date with Jane. Where they'd go, it didn't exactly matter. All she wanted was some time alone with her.

Jane and Maura were seated next to each other on the couch across from Mr. and Mrs. Isles and Maura felt as if she and Jane were about to start a job interview rather than an evening of refreshments and conversation with Maura's prospective date. What they were going to ask was beyond Maura, but she hoped the conversation would eventually steer toward basketball, one of the only common interests that she knew Jane and her dad shared.

"I wouldn't dream of getting too romantic with your daughter," Jane responded. "Just the normal stuff."

"What would that be?" Mrs. Isles asked.

"The movies, restaurants, picnics, dances," Jane listed. "Hopefully, winter formal and prom. Maura and I were also talking about doing our statistics homework together."

"Jane has the second highest grade in our statistics class," Maura bragged. "If Jane and I did our homework together—"

"Maura Dorthea," Mr. Isles interrupted. He remembered using that same line on his parents when he was in high school so he could be alone with the woman who would someday become his wife. They'd always start out with the best of intentions, but the moment his or her bedroom door shut, they'd forget all about homework.

Constance Isles knew what her husband was reflecting on when he interrupted Maura, so she decided to change the subject before Jane became even more uncomfortable than she already looked. "Jane, tell us about yourself. I see you have a letter on your jacket. What sport do you play?"

"Basketball," Jane beamed. "I've been playing since I was a little girl. I made varsity as a freshman and I'm hoping to play on an NCAA team."

"Blane played basketball," Mrs. Isles informed her and Maura was surprised that her mother had warmed up enough to Jane to start telling her about when she was in high school. "That's how we met."

"Were you a cheerleader?" Jane asked.

"Me? A cheerleader? I detested cheerleaders," Mrs. Isles laughed. "My brother was on the basketball team. He always had his teammates over and, one of those teammates happened to be Blane. We were from different social circles and we never actually noticed each other until he came over. Instead of spending time with his teammates, Blane spent that whole day with me. He asked me out before he went home and we've been together ever since then."

"That's so cool!" Jane responded. "I've always thought that when you find 'the one,' you just know. It's like something clicks for you and you realize that, yeah, there have been others in the past but there's this one person that you want to be your whole future."

She may have been talking to Maura's mother, but Maura caught Jane giving her the occasional glance. Sarah is wrong about her. Even I was wrong about her when we first started talking. "Jane," Maura said as she gazed at her adoringly. "I want you to taste my muffin."

"Maura!" Mrs. Isles tried not to laugh, but Mr. Isles averted his eyes as if he was trying to think of a way to change the subject.

"Dad, I made a muffin for her," Maura explained. "I wasn't referring to my vagina or my vulva, I should say."

"Well, would you look at the time," Mr. Isles said as he quickly glanced at his watch. "I didn't think it was this late. Jane, it was nice meeting you."

"Dad, it's 7:30," Maura pointed out. "And you didn't even tell Jane and me if we could go on a date tomorrow."

Maura had expected some response from her dad, but instead she was ignored while he gestured toward her mother. "Connie, can I speak to you in the kitchen?"

When she was certain that Mr. and Mrs. Isles couldn't see them, Jane grabbed Maura's hand and held it up to her lips for a quick kiss. "Are they deliberating now?"

"Jane," Maura blushed. "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you."

"You didn't embarrass me," Jane reassured her. "You were just nervous. We both were. And, by the way, I would love to taste your muffin."

"The one on the plate or—"

"The one on the plate," Jane said as she leaned in closer to Maura. "For now."

Mrs. Isles had expected an hour or two of casual conversation in an attempt at getting to know the young woman who wanted to date her daughter and she imagined that's what would have happened had Mr. Isles not gone into the meeting with such a negative disposition. She knew next to nothing about Jane, personally, but she knew the type of girl she was. Jane was cute, charming, and willing to spend an evening with them without even knowing whether or not she'd be able to date Maura.

"She lays it on a little thick, don't you think?"

"Blane, she's seventeen. What do you expect?" Mrs. Isles said in Jane's defense. "We put her on the spot and she's nervous. I think she's a sweet girl and she'd be good for Maura."

There were homemade muffins and hot chocolate in the living room, but those weren't the kind of refreshments Mr. Isles was in the mood for. He grabbed an imported beer from the fridge for himself and poured a glass of wine for his wife. "That girl," he said while opening his beer bottle with what he deemed to be his lucky bottle opener, the very bottle opener he had on his keychain at a party when he kissed Constance for the first time. "That girl," he repeated. "I'm telling you, she is going to corrupt our Maura."

"That girl has a name," Mrs. Isles reminded him. "Her name is Jane and it was our innocent little Maura that made all the sexual innuendo...in front of us, might I add. I like this girl and I like that our daughter has a crush. This is the first normal thing she's ever done."

"You—you want her out there canoodling with this girl?" Mr. Isles asked in disbelief.

"Like anyone uses that word anymore," Mrs. Isles responded. She gently swirled the wine in her glass before taking her first sip, or what was supposed to be a sip. Within seconds, she had finished the entire glass. "You know what, Blane? I think the reason you don't like her is because you were Jane. You were a smooth-talking jock with a reputation when I first started dating you and my father couldn't stand you."

"Your father still can't stand me."

"Did that stop me from dating you?" she asked. "Or from marrying you? It's been almost thirty years since we started the same way Jane and Maura are starting and I don't think we should deny them the opportunity to be as happy as we are. We don't know what's going to happen between the two of them physically but we raised Maura to be a responsible young woman. She's seventeen now. We can give her guidance but we have to trust her to make her own decisions and, if she wants to date Jane, we should let her date Jane. If it doesn't work out, then we'll help her get through her first broken heart."

"I don't even want to think about her heart getting broken," Mr. Isles added. "I remember when she was little, I could protect her from monsters and the Boogeyman but, you're right, she's seventeen now and how do I protect her from horny teenage girls who I know only want one thing from my little princess?"

"You don't," Mrs. Isles pointed out. "Maura is becoming a young woman and those decisions are hers to make and the more we make her feel uncomfortable about her sexuality, the more she'll hide her feelings and her worries from us. We need to encourage an open dialog with her. At least, I do," Mrs. Isles paused. "You looked like you were about to jump out the living room window when she said the word 'vagina.'"

"I need another beer after this conversation," Mr. Isles said as he made his way to the refrigerator. "So, she's dating her?"

"Our Maura is going on her first date tomorrow."

After Jane and Maura had consumed muffins and hot chocolate at a considerable distance from each other, Mr. and Mrs. Isles returned to the living room to find Jane gazing adoringly at their daughter.

"Jane," Mrs. Isles began. "Jane?"

"Sorry," Jane blushed. "I—I didn't mean to stare at your daughter."

"You were staring at me?" Maura asked.

"Yeah," Jane smiled. "I sneak glances when you aren't looking. I do it all the time in stats."

"Girls!" Mr. Isles raised his voice in hopes of getting their attention. "We've made a decision."

"Have her home by eleven tomorrow night," Mrs. Isles interjected. "And, Maura, make sure you tell us where you're going."

Maura rushed over to her parents to give them a hug. "Thank you for letting me go. I'll be home by curfew. I'll tell you everything you want to know. I'll—"

"Maura, we trust you," Mrs. Isles reassured her. "Oh, and Jane? I know it's early, so you're welcome to spend time with Maura here for the rest of the evening if you'd like. We'll give the two of you some privacy. I know this evening has been awkward enough."

"Just no closed doors and no going up to her room," Mr. Isles added.

When they were finally alone, Maura slowly made her way closer to Jane so they could, at the very least, hold hands while sitting on the couch. They spent the rest of the evening watching an '80s teen movie on Netflix and planning their date. The next night, she'd be having caramel apple cider and walking around a shopping center with Jane. For the first time in her life, Maura was going to experience what it was like to live one of the '80s teen movies she loved so much and she couldn't believe she'd get to experience it all with Jane, the girl she couldn't wait to kiss.