3AM Tea Parties, Cake, and Love

By: BluMoonKittyKitty and Hita-Chan!

Hita: Tamaki and Mori

Blu: Haruhi and Honey

Both: Kyoya, extras

Mostly Blu: Twins

**WARNING THIS STORY WILL NOT END THE WAY YOU THINK!**

BluMoonKittyKitty and I own all the stuff in here except for the actual anime and its characters. We own both of the copies of this that will be out! So have fun reading!

Tamaki chuckled, realizing that Haruhi had no clue what he was saying.

Haruhi looked at Tamaki; he was chuckling at something. She couldn't understand how he was chuckling at a time like this.

Tamaki smiled apologetically at her, "I'm sorry... I forgot you don't know French."

"It's cute to listen to you speak French, though," Haruhi smiled.

Tamaki blushed, "Je t'aime, Haruhi. N'avez-vous jamais me quitter. That was I love you Haruhi, don't you ever leave me."

Haruhi blushed, smiling. "You have to teach me French sometime, Tamaki-senpai."

Tamaki smiled, "I would love to. Then it can be our language."

Haruhi blushed. "I know a little bit, like 'bonjour' and 'croissant', but that's about it."

TamakI smiled, "It's a good start. You should also know 'Au revoir' for goodbye." He winked at her, he liked teaching people about France, especially the language.

Haruhi smiled. "Okay, now I know three words."

Tamaki grinned at her, "It's a beautiful start, Haruhi."

"But I've only learned three words!" Haruhi chuckled.

"It's a process Haruhi. You can't learn everything in one day. What else do you want to know?" Tamaki asked, tipping his curiously.

"Hmm..." Haruhi smiled at her new thought. "How do you say 'I love you' in French?"

"Je t'aime." He said smoothly.

"Je t'aime," she repeated, blushing.

Tamaki leaned close to her, pressed a kiss to her cheek and whispered in her ear, "It sounds so natural coming from you."

Haruhi blushed. "It's not that good..."

Tamaki smiled, "It was perfect."

Haruhi blushed even more when her phone started ringing. She pulled it out of her pocket, looking at the caller ID. It was her father. She denied the call, looking back to Tamaki.

Tamaki was looking at Haruhi, admiring her beauty. "You're so beautiful, Haruhi. My mother would love you, you know." Tamaki smiled at an idea, "Haruhi, after all of this is over with, I'm going to take you and we are going to France."

Haruhi was shocked at what Tamaki had said. "To France? I don't even have a passport."

TamakI smiled, "We all went and got you one... it was going to be a birthday present for you from all of us. Wouldn't it be fun? You can meet my mother and she can meet my love."

Haruhi blushed every time Tamaki said that. "A birthday present, you didn't have to..."

"Haruhi, we're your friends aren't we? We have to get you something. And what better than a passport?" Tamaki laughed at the cute blush on her face.

"Isn't that more for your benefit?" She chuckled. "That means you can drag me anywhere around the world; well actually more like the twins."

"Haruhi. You know we all did it for you. It was actually Mori-sempai and Honey-sempai's idea. The twins were the ones arguing about it." TamakI chuckled, remembering the memory, "But if you don't like it Kyoya can return the passport. He made sure they would let us..."

"N-no, it's a great present!" Haruhi replied nervously.

Tamaki shrugged, "If you say so, love. But will you go with me to France? I was serious about that."

"Yes, I will," Haruhi replied, her blush returning.

"Yippee!" Tamaki cheered, kissing both of her cheeks and bouncing on the bed. He sighed as his happiness ended by all the machines going off.

"Senpai-Tamaki-stop bouncing!" Haruhi chuckled. "It isn't good for you in the state you're in."

"But I'm so happy!" Tamaki smiled. He stopped though, his nausea coming back. "Should have listened..."

"Are you alright?" Haruhi asked nervously.

Tamaki sat there, staring at the bed sheet. He was currently trying to get the nauseating feeling to go away... It wasn't working too well. He looked at his hand seeing it slightly tinted green gave him the idea that his face probably was too.

Haruhi looked at the green-tinted Tamaki. She didn't know what to do. "Are you feeling alright?"

Tamaki blinked a little bit and grimaced, "Just feeling a bit nauseated..."

"Oh...alright." Haruhi grinned. "I'm glad that's all it is!"

Tamaki chuckled, "What else would it have been?"

Haruhi looked down. "Something...worse," she replied.

Tamaki smiled, "It's as you said Haruhi. I'm going to be fine."

Haruhi smiled. Tamaki was so determined. It was cute. "I know."

TamakI smiled, he wanted to kiss her so bad... He had to deal with cheek kisses until he was better. He was very determined now, he wanted to go to France with Haruhi.

Haruhi smiled at the look on Tamaki's face. He must have been lost in thought, because his face was etched with determination.

Suddenly he grabbed Haruhi's hands, "I will do this Haruhi, for us." He was blushing as he said it.

Haruhi blushed a fierce fuschia and gripped Tamaki's hands tightly. "I know."

Tamaki smiled, he was about to say something else when the doctor came in. "Ah, Suoh-sama, I wasn't aware you had company." He eyed Haruhi and looked away in distaste. Tamaki nodded for him to continue, "We need to move you to the ultrasound room. We're going to check for anything unnecessary inside of you. So, Miss, you may want to be heading home." The doctor informed.

"Oh, alright," Haruhi replied, taking her phone out of her pocket. She stood from the bed and walked to the door. Before opening it, she said, "Au revoir, je t'aime," and opened the door and left the room. She then called Mori as she walked back down to the lobby.

Tamaki scowled at the doctor.

Mori flipped open his phone without looking at the caller ID, "Morinozuka."

"Hi, Mori, it's Haruhi," Haruhi said.

"Oh. Ready? Or do you need something?" He asked.

"Well, the doctor kinda kicked me out..." she replied, rubbing the back of her neck.

Mori's eyes widened, "Can he do that?"

"I guess so," Haruhi replied. "He is, after all, the doctor. They said they were doing an ultrasound…"

"I'll be there in a few." Mori then hung up, getting in the limo and heading over.

Haruhi sat in one of the plush chairs in the lobby. She played with her shirt sleeves, realizing there was now a cat in the hospital room. "Oh crud," Haruhi said to herself. How would that snobby doctor respond to Ying wanting an ultrasound too?

Mori walked in and saw Haruhi sitting there, "Did Tamaki like Ying?"

"Yeah," Haruhi replied, "but I don't think the doctor will." She chuckled.

Mori looked at her alarmed, "What do you mean? What did you do?"

"Nothing," she replied with a shrug. "They practically shoved me out of the room without noticing the cat."

Mori sighed, "Okay, you had me worried for a minute. Do you want to wait for him? Or leave now?"

"We can leave now; I have a feeling that doctor doesn't like me."

"The doctor can't just not like you Haruhi."

"I know," Haruhi replied, "but I was in there for a long time."

Mori nodded in agreement to that, "Well, shall we go then?"

"Alright," Haruhi replied, letting Mori lead the way out.

The driver opened the door for them and Mori slid in, quietly thanking the driver.

Haruhi slid in after him, also thanking the driver. He nodded his head and shut the door, leaving the two of them in the car alone.

Mori looked over to Haruhi, "So I talked to my parents about you staying with us..."

"And?" she replied hopefully. She didn't want to deal with her father just yet.

"They aren't completely on board, but that's probably just because they're still mad at me. But they said you can stay as long as you don't become a bother to them."

"I'd hope I'm not a bother," Haruhi chuckled.

Mori shook his head laughing, "Never. They really are just pissed off."

"Okay, but if I ever become too much to handle...you can send me packing," Haruhi winked.

Mori laughed fullheartedly, "Okay Haruhi."

Haruhi sat quietly, enjoying the smooth ride.

"So Haruhi, do you mind being at my house though? I am really busy every morning and I wouldn't want to wake you up."

"No, it's fine. I'm just grateful for a place to stay."

Mori nodded, "When we get home; I have meditation, I hope you don't mind..." he was worried about Haruhi being around. He was afraid she'd get bored or bothered at his house.

"Whatever you normally do. I wouldn't want to interrupt anything..."

Mori nodded.

Again they sat in silence.

Mori sighed a little bit, the only problem with this might be putting back his packing date.

Haruhi looked at the man, he seemed to be deep in thought.

Mori's thought process, Haruhi never met his parents before... How are they going to react to her? Is his father going to be a complete ass?

Haruhi by this time was also thinking. What if Mori's parents didn't like her? What if they thought she was rude for somewhat demanding a place to stay?

Mori was horrified when he thought of his parents already in a bad mood meeting Haruhi. "Haruhi, I want to warn you now. They aren't usually this crabby, so please try to look around it."

Haruhi looked at Mori. "Okay!" she smiled.

Mori smiled, his parents better not do anything... "Master Takashi, we have arrived."

Haruhi looked out the open door to see the same huge house. It still awed her.

Mori slid out after her, he took her arm and led her inside. "Do you want to stay in here or maybe do you want to come with?"

"I don't care either way," Haruhi replied. She didn't really know how to meditate.

Mori shrugged, "Doesn't matter to me." He grabbed a bag out of a box and went to his bathroom. He came back out in his kendo uniform.

Haruhi couldn't deny it; Mori looked quite a bit hotter with his kendo uniform on.

Mori looked at her and smiled, "Haruhi I would prefer you coming with me... If that's okay with you."

"Alright, senpai," Haruhi replied, following him into the room.

Mori sighed contently, he lit some candles and closed the door. He sat down, crossed legs, and closed his eyes. He sucked in a breath and then released. He did this over and over, his mind slowly clearing.

Haruhi followed in Mori's lead, quite confused actually. She watched him breathe in and out, wondering what this could possibly do to help with karate.

Mori opened one eye and chuckled, "Haruhi, you don't have to actually do this. If you want to, I can help you."

"I want to learn," Haruhi stated simply.

Mori was actually surprised, he didn't think Haruhi would want to. He stood and went next to her. "Okay, so first you sit like you are but you have to place your hands on their respective knee and press it down slightly. You sit up perfectly straight, and close your eyes slowly. Bring your first breath in and hold it for five seconds and release it slowly. Do you understand that?" He hoped he didn't go too fast for her.

"Yes," Haruhi replied, doing exactly as he said.

"You're a fast learner. This is to help with stress relief, concentration, and its a health booster."

"Gotcha." So that's why they were meditating.

Mori took his place back in front of her and resumed meditating.

Haruhi found it quite calming, considering the fact she was there with Mori, just Mori.

Mori sighed in contentment. He found even more calming to be doing it with Haruhi. Now Mori knew he had a crush on the young girl, but also knew that she belonged with Tamaki, so he kept his crush hidden.

Haruhi couldn't help but think about what Tamaki had said, about Mori taking over the fatherly position. He seemed quite fit to part.

A small chime soon went off, Mori stood up and stretched. "10 minutes a day. 5 in the morning and 5 in the evening. You'll definitely be healthy." Mori told her.

"Alright," Haruhi replied. "That was quite calming."

Mori smiled at her, "Let's go see if dinner is done yet."

"Okay," Haruhi stood up and followed Mori.

Mori led her to the dining room. He froze when he saw his father and mother sitting in their places at the table. He bowed, "Father, Mother, good evening."

"Takashi, you have a guest over, you can at least dress decent. Are you trying make people think we overwork you children? Now go get dressed and get started on dinner!" Akira Morinozuka shouted, his hand slamming onto the table.

"Yes Father. I apologize for my mistake." Mori bowed and turned around started back towards his room.

Haruhi stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do next. She waited patiently, praying Mori would come back soon.

Mori looked over his shoulder and saw Haruhi standing there and started to walk faster.

Akira and his wife sat there, looking at Haruhi. Akira was scowling and his wife glaring daggers at the young female.

Haruhi looked down at the cuffs of her shirt, tugging at them awkwardly.

Mori ran back to the dining room, bowing to his parents. Mori grabbed Haruhi's hand, just trying to get her out of there. He brought her in the kitchen with him.

Haruhi was yanked hastily into the kitchen by Mori. She was grateful to get away from the Morinozuka double stare-down directed at her.

"I'm sorry. They aren't usually this bad..." Mori mumbled, getting out things for dinner. He grabbed the cutting board and started chopping vegetables.

"Anything I can help with?" Haruhi asked, eager to make a good impression.

"Uh... Can you get the stove going and search for some sort of meat in the refrigerator?" Mori asked, not quite sure why she wanted to help.

Haruhi nodded with a smile, turning a knob on the oven to start the boilers up. She then walked across the large kitchen to the refrigerator and began searching for some sort of meat.

Mori continued chopping, muttering angrily to himself. Being angry with his parents was common thing.

Haruhi then sat behind Mori on a stool, watching him chop quickly and mutter something. It sounded an awful lot like cursing to her, but she couldn't tell. He was muttering quietly.

Mori stopped chopping and turned around to get a bowl. He jumped seeing Haruhi there, he reached over her and grabbed his bowl. His muttering never ceased but it was still rather quiet. He put the vegetables in the bowl and poured a bunch of sauces in the bowl, stirring it, he reached over and grabbed spices. He slowly added them, stirring quickly.

Haruhi noticed Mori whipping together spices and sauces in a bowl. They looked very delicious from her point of view. She could still hear the muttering, though it got quieter by the minute.

Eventually Mori froze. The key part of his dish wasn't by the bowl. His eyes widened and he dropped the spoon, running over to the cabinet, checking it. He sighed, it wasn't here... He slammed the cabinet shut and then slammed his fists on the counter. He scratched his head, what was he going to do now...?

"M-Mori senpai?" Haruhi stammered. "Is something wrong..?"

Mori looked to Haruhi and looked back down, "We don't have any minced seaweed..." Mori slowly looked up at Haruhi, "Haruhi. Will you take my truck and go get some?" Mori asked, completely forgetting she can't drive legally yet.

"Seeing as how I don't have a license, I'm afraid not..."

Mori grabbed her shoulders, looking at her pleadingly, "Please Haruhi, I'm begging you... You've practiced haven't you? You are almost 16 after all..."

"Mori, I just turned fifteen a month ago," Haruhi replied, "plus my dad doesn't trust me with his car." Haruhi shrugged. "You got any bikes?" Haruhi chuckled.

"Uh.. Yeah. Out in the garage." Mori said.

"I can ride that to the nearest store and pick up-what is it that you need again?"

"Thank you, Haruhi. Minced seaweed." Mori reached into his pocket and gave her a good chunk of money, "Here's the money. Please hurry." Mori took her to a back door.

Haruhi hopped on the bike, looking at the hunk of cash. "I don't need that much..." Haruhi said to herself. She began pedaling the bike rather quickly.

Mori started to cook the meat in a frying pan. Searing it nicely. He looked over his shoulder when the door opened. His father stood there, glaring at him.

Haruhi was halfway to the supermarket. She began pedaling faster for she didn't want to keep the Morinozuka's waiting on their dinner.

Mori put down his spatula, turning the meat down. He looked at his father, "Yes, Father?" Mori wasn't shocked when his father slapped his face. He looked down.

"You can be such a disgrace, Takashi. It's a shame." Then he turned and started leaving, "Get dinner done."

Haruhi set the bike along the outside wall and walked into the store. She quickly found the seaweed and paid for it, riding even faster back to the house.

Mori served the meat on the plates. He was now just waiting for Haruhi with the minced seaweed.

Haruhi rode up to the open garage, hopping off the bike almost before it stopped. She had the bag on her wrist, the extra cash in her pocket. She went back inside to the kitchen, handing Mori the seaweed as well as the extra money.

He looked away when he saw her, accepting the seaweed. "Thank you."

"It's no big deal. I like riding around town," Haruhi replied.

Mori smiled as he poured some of the seaweed in his hands and then rubbed them together, seaweed falling gently into the vegetables. He, avoiding looking at Haruhi, threw them into the frying pan and fried them up. Once done he put them on the plate. He picked up all four plates and brought them out. He set them down in front of his parents first, then Haruhi, and finally himself. Their drinks were already out. Mori took his seat, nodding to his father and mother.

Haruhi sat quietly, trying to eat the food quickly and be done with the quiet and awkward meal.

Mori was used to this, this is how they normally eat. He ate around the stinging pain in his now reddened cheek.

"Takashi." Akira called, making the raven haired boy look up at him. "Aren't you going to introduce us to your...friend?" he asked.

Mori looked at Haruhi and nodded, "Father, Mother, this is Haruhi Fujioka. She's a very close friend of mine." Akira and his wife exchanged glances at the close friend part.

"Uh huh." Mrs. Morinozuka muttered, eyeing Haruhi.

"It's very nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Morinozuka. Thank you for letting me stay here."

Mori snaps his head down at her, looking horrified.

The two adults leered at her, "Don't you dare patronize us, you little whore." Mori stood up from the table grabbing both his and Haruhi's plates.

"We are full. Thank you for joining us for dinner, Mother, Father." Mori looked at Haruhi and motioned to follow him.

Haruhi was shocked. She followed open-mouthed behind Mori.

Mori dumped the plates on the counter and turned to look at Haruhi, "I'm sorry... I'm sure they didn't mean that.. I should have warned you to not try and impress them..." Mori bowed to the girl and took her hand, leading her back through the dining room where his parents continued to whisper "whore" and "slut" the whole time. Okay so maybe they did mean it... Mori brought Haruhi to his room and sat her on the bed, closing the door behind him, locking it in the process.

"Something tells me your parents don't want me to stay here. It's fine; I have some money saved up. I can always stay at a motel around here."

Mori shook his head, "No, I promise it's all me they're mad at. So they aren't going to like you. They're even giving Mitsukuni the cold shoulder... Please Haruhi, don't go stay at a motel. I like you being here." Mori looked down, ashamed in himself for being so weak.

"Are you absolutely sure?" Haruhi asked.

Mori nodded, he wasn't sure as to what part he was absolutely sure about, but he was honest about everything he just said, so he went along with it. Mori sighed deeply and removed his shirt, tossing it in a corner. He dug through the boxes, looking for a pair of pants he could wear.

Haruhi blushed when Mori removed his shirt. She looked down at her hands, tugging at the buttons on the cuffs.

Mori looked over to her, "You should probably change clothes. You've been wearing that for almost two days." He noticed her blush when he removed his shirt, and he enjoyed seeing it on her face.

"Oh, alright. Where did you put my clothing?" she asked.

Mori pointed to the nightstand next to his bed. He walked into the bathroom and switched bottoms, leaving the bathroom he smiled at Haruhi and remade the bed on the floor.

Haruhi pulled a pair of sweatpants, a t-shirt, and undergarments out of the drawer. She calmly walked into the bathroom and changed, emerging with a pile of clothes. She put them back in the drawer and sat back on the bed, glad to get out of those tight clothes.

Mori finished making the bed and sat down on it, looking over at Haruhi. "Tomorrow we have school..." He whispered, he didn't really want to go. Today had been fun other than his father slapping him and then his parents calling Haruhi rude names.

"Oh yeah," Haruhi tapped her chin in thought. She didn't want to go, either. She wanted to be able to visit Tamaki whenever she felt the need to go see him.

Mori sighed, running a hand through his hair. He got up and walked over to the bed sitting down next to the girl, "We will be able to work this out Haruhi. I'll make sure you get to see Tamaki when you want." Mori patted her head, smiling at her.

Haruhi looked at the man open-mouthed. How did he know that...? "Thank you, senpai. You're very generous."

Mori smiled at her and looked up at his ceiling, slowly falling asleep.

Haruhi let herself slip down onto the mattress, her head hitting the soft mattress with a quiet thud. She then fell asleep.

Mori wasn't quite asleep yet and was a little surprised that she wasn't carrying that she was sharing a bed with him. He smiled, but this was Haruhi after all... He slowly slid down onto his bed and closed his eyes, ready for sleep.

Haruhi slept quite well, considering circumstances. She felt the bed mattress rise and sink softly, hers and Mori's breaths perfectly in rhythm.

Mori smiled in his sleep, their breathing was in perfect sync.

Haruhi felt something different between the two. Mori was no longer the tall, mysterious stranger who hung around Hunny. He was the sweet, shy, sensitive type. Haruhi too smiled in her sleep. If necessary, he'd make the perfect father.

Mori woke up the next morning and grabbed boxes, putting them in the truck. He came back and changed into his kendo uniform and wrote Haruhi a note, then heading to the meditation room. After he would call the school and see what he could do about Haruhi's predicament.

Haruhi noticed her legs were hanging off the edge of the bed when she woke up. She saw a note on the nightstand while grabbing her school uniform, informing her what Mori was planning on doing. She stayed in his room, combing through her bedhead with her fingers.

Mori walked into his bedroom, knocking lightly. "I made the call. They said we can attend school until noon and then we are allowed to leave." Mori told her softly, looking for his uniform.

Haruhi sighed with relief. "That's great," she replied softly.

Mori smiled at her and told her, "I have breakfast waiting for you in the kitchen."

"Okay," Haruhi replied letting him lead the way to the kitchen.

Mori opened the door and let her enter first, "I hope you like American breakfast..."

Haruhi chuckled. "I've actually never tried it," she replied with a shrug. "My dad doesn't like multicultural meals."

"Oh. Do you want me to make something else?" Mori asked.

"No, that's alright. I'm always open to try new things," Haruhi replied. Every time she tried something new from the host club she was pleasantly surprised.

"Okay, if you say so." He turned towards the door and started heading out.

Haruhi followed him, unsure of where he wanted her to go.

He stopped in a living room of sorts, "You can eat here while I go finish getting ready." He turned and continued walking down the hall to his room, closing the door.

Haruhi shrugged, sitting on a couch and beginning to eat the food. She carefully ate as not to get any crumbs on the nice sofa.

Mori walked back to the living room, going slowly, they were moving quickly. So he slowed down, taking his time now.

Haruhi leaned back into the couch, her plate was empty. She set it down on the coffee table in front of her, never knowing American breakfast was so good.

Mori entered and sat down next to her, "We're going to be really early if we go to school now."

"What should we do now, then?" Haruhi asked.

"I'm not sure... Anything you'd like to do before school?" Mori asked, looking at her through the corner of his eye.

"Maybe we could stop by the hospital?" Haruhi asked, hoping he'd say yes. She should probably take the cat until Tamaki was out of the hospital.

Mori smiled, he'd figured she'd want to stop there, "Sure. Ying's probably driving the doctors crazy."

Haruhi chuckled. "Maybe the cat was a bad present to give while Tamaki is still in the hospital..."

"No, he probably enjoys having her around. Kyoya will make sure the doctors don't do anything." Mori said, thinking about how Haruhi told him the doctors would probably react to the cat being there during ultrasounds.

"What time is it, anyways?" Haruhi asked. "Tamaki could just be asleep again."

"It's just going on seven thirty." Mori shrugged, "Maybe, he'll be awake."

"Possibly," Haruhi thought.

Mori chuckled, "Let's head out then." Before my parents wake up... Mori stood up to go call for the limo.

Haruhi followed the senpai. She was just hoping they didn't see Mori's parents on the way out

I apologize for any grammatical, spelling, or any sort of mistakes you found. We hope you enjoyed!

~Hita and Blu Say Good Bye~