Magnus POV

One day earlier…

Victory at last! I have spent the last few days trying to find where Alexander Lightwood hangs out, and have finally succeeded!

I left theatre early when I realized he wasn't there, because honestly why would I want to stand around listening to the love lives of Clary, some guy named Sherman, and Henry Branwell of all people, when I could spend my time looking for a very attractive blue eyed boy. Actually, Alexander Lightwood is more than just attractive, he is the most stunning man I've ever seen (despite his obvious lack of fashion sense). It makes it very irritating that he hasn't called me yet.

Anyway, I remember he has a spare block, and I also remember that last time we met he was reading James Joyce; which means he's a nerd. And I know enough about humans to know where all nerds spend their study blocks. So I've headed down to the school library.

It's taken me an annoyingly long time to find him. I don't know the library very well (I hate being in places where I have to lower my voice-my fabulous personality should not be muted!) and it's surprisingly big and maze-like. But at last I have succeeded. He's in a secluded corner, far away from everyone else, sitting at a table alone and out of sight. Perfect.

There he is, looking just as adorable as I remember, writing something with such intense concentration I'm afraid he might break his pencil. As he runs a hand through his messy black hair, I'm afforded a glimpse of those incredible blue eyes. Mm… Those eyes… I shake myself from a fantasy about throwing him onto that table and doing unspeakable things to him, and walk over, sliding into the seat next to him.

"Whatcha writing about?" I purr into his ear. He stiffens and slams his notebook shut, "I-um-nothing. Just an assignment for class." Oh my god, his blush is adorable. "Hmm." I hum, leaning towards him, unabashedly staring at him. He doesn't meet my eyes. However, he also doesn't pull away or leave though, so I continue. "I can't help but notice you didn't call me." Alec blushes even deeper, "Um, yeah well… I'm really busy, and… I just… um, I'm not g- well, I sort of am… but-" He looks around nervously, then down at his shoes, "Iminthecloset." He mumbles, so quiet I can hardly hear him.

Despite myself, I actually laugh a little, "I kind of figured." I tell him, "But I don't mind…In fact," I put my mouth up to his ear and whisper, "The idea of a secret relationship is kind of hot." I punctuate that statement with a kiss on his cheek, and I grin when I see his breath hitch. To be honest, I've never dated a closeted guy before, and I'm not sure how it's going to turn out, but I'm not going to tell Alec that. I get the feeling that if I show even the slightest hint of doubt, he'll back out. Not that he's actually said yes yet.

His eyes are still darting around, like he's afraid someone will come over here. Maybe he needs a push, "Hey. I know for a fact that tomorrow night, both your siblings have dates. If you want, you could come over to my apartment and we could watch a movie. No pressure." I grab one of Alec's pens, roll up his sleeve and write my address on his arm, which I'm surprised to see is covered in thick black tattoos. I'll have to ask him about that later.

I get up to leave, but his quiet voice stops me, "Why are you doing this?" I turn to face him, "What?" He blushes again, like he regrets saying anything, "I mean, I know about you, you date all these beautiful, popular, experienced people. Not just guys, but girls too. Why would you want to date me? I've never even kissed anyone."

I think about how to respond to that. On the one hand, he basically just called me a man-slut, but on the other hand, I am kind of a man-slut, and I'm starting to realize that Alec's blunt honesty is part of his appeal. As I think about it, I walk back over to Alec's table (the only reason I left in the first place was to make him watch me walk away- I happen to know my ass looks very good in these jeans).

"Well," I begin slowly, easing myself back into my chair, "Maybe there's more to me than you think." I see him swallow. "Maybe I like you." I reach a hand out and run my fingers through his wonderfully soft hair. "And for the record, you're no less beautiful than anyone I've ever dated before." I gently bring our heads closer together. "As for not having kissed anyone…" The last things I see before I press our lips together are Alec's wide blue eyes.

The kiss is like no kiss I've ever had before. Alec is soft, and nervous, and curious, and wonderful. He gasps into my mouth, before leaning into the kiss with passion that I have to admit I did not expect. Not that I'm complaining.

I push my hands deeper into her hair and tug it gently. His hands find my hips and he pulls me closer, surprising me yet again. Somehow, I'm not completely sure on the specifics since I'm getting a bit light headed; I end up straddling his lap.

We break apart and stare breathlessly at each other. Wow. We start to lean in again, but the bell rings and ruins the moment. Actually, ring is a generous word, it beeps loudly, it honks. Alec jerks back, and he might have fallen if I wasn't balancing out his weight.

I kiss once more lightly on the nose, before climbing off him, "I'll see you tomorrow darling. Six o'clock". Then I scamper off, happily aware of Alec watching as I leave. I smile, tomorrow is going to be fabulous.

Alec is late.

I don't know why I'm so upset. It's not like I even like I really know him. And he was right yesterday; I date popular, experienced, people- usually in fairly rapid succession. I don't get attached and I don't fall in love. But now, this fucking boy has me daydreaming about him in math class. It's insane really, I feel like I'm one cliché away from writing Magnus Lightwood in all my notebooks. Ugh!

It wouldn't be so bad if he was equally into me, but now it seems like, for the first time ever, I am about to be stood up. Me! The fabulous Magnus Bane! This is unbelievable. I look over at the wine that I set out for the occasion. Looks like this will turn into a night of drinking by myself. Oh well.

I am about to resignedly uncork the bottle, when the buzzer goes. I race to the intercom, "Who is it?" I ask, trying not to sound to hopeful. "Um… It's me… It's Alec."

I hold back a squeal of joy as I buzz him up, and when he appears I brace myself against the door to hold myself back.

He's wearing a shirt that's not black; it's navy blue (which isn't a huge difference, but it brings out his eyes). His hair is mussed up as usual, and he looks so fuckable I could die. "I'm sorry I'm late." He says, "Jace and Izzy wouldn't leave, and when I told my parents I was going out they made me drop Max off at soccer practice and-"

"It's fine darling." I place a finger over his mouth, "You're here now." I lead him over to the couch and we sit down. I see him look warily at the empty glasses on the table, "Oh," I say, "Do you not drink?" He shakes his head, "No I drink."

"Good."

I poor to glasses, and we sit there awkwardly sipping. Why am I so nervous, "So, do you have a preference for movies?"

"No, I like everything."

"Everything? Really?" I quirk an eyebrow.

"Well, I'm not exactly a big Nicholas Cage fan," he jokes, "But other than that…"

"Hey! Say what you will, about Nick Cage, he was good in Raising Arizona."

"Raising Arizona?" Alec asks.

I mock gasp, "You've never seen it? It's hilarious! We must rectify this immediately!"

Alec laughs as I jump over the coffee table to get to the DVD player.

"So where are your parents?" He asks. I freeze. I hate questions like that, "Uh well, my dad technically owns the place, but he lives in LA. And my mom is dead."

Alec is silent for a moment, "I'm sorry. I didn't know."

I shake it off, "It's okay. I live here with my friend Tessa, she's in college." I check to make sure I'm not freaking Alec out, and then I scoot close to him, "But she won't be home tonight." I lean in to kiss him lightly. He kisses me back, hard. I smile against his lips, "Let's watch." I roll onto the couch and press play.

The credits start to roll, and Alec looks up at me, "You were right. That was a really good Nicholas Cage movie." I just smile at him, triumphant, and not just because he liked the movie. Alec and I are a mess of tangled limbs sprawled across my couch. His head is on my chest and my arm is draped across his stomach. It's really comfortable. And intimate too. Not what I had expected from my first date with a Lightwood.

To be fair, it took us a while to get here. At the beginning of the movie, despite the initial kissing, Alec sat stiffly on the other side of the couch with his hands in his lap, and I did my best to respect that, but slowly I had scooted closer to him, and to my thrill, he had (almost imperceptibly) scooted towards me too. I think the movie helped. I think it was just so ridiculous that he couldn't help but relax.

At the scene in the bank, when the robber says, "Everybody freeze. Everybody down on the ground." And the old man says, "Well which is it young fellar, do you want us to freeze or get down on the ground?" He had laughed so hard he had fallen over, which was how we had gotten into the (very enjoyable) position we're in now. Alec really has a beautiful laugh; another reason why picking a comedy was such a boon. "Next time," I tell him, "we can watch The Big Lebowski," I say, "Or maybe O Brother Where Art Thou, do you like George Clooney?"

Alec rolls onto his stomach so that our chests are pressed together, and I actually have to concentrate to keep my heart from beating to fast. "Next time?" He asks.

His wide blue eyes are staring down at me and I try desperately to figure out what he's thinking. Does he not want to go out with me again? Did he think I might not want to out with him? He smells really good… Gah! Why does he make it so hard for me think? I decide to avoid the pressure of having to formulate a sentence and just kiss him.

It turns out to be a very good decision.

Alec relaxes into the kiss, threading his finger through my hair and tugging gently. I groan. Usually I don't like people touching my hair, but Oh my god… I push my self up, closing all distance between us, and actually end up pushing us off the couch. Whoops. Alec lands on top of me and we both dissolve into laughter, I take the opportunity to nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck. Yeah, he smells really good.

He slowly climbs off of me, a deep blush staining his cheeks, "Um we probably should… um…" He trails off and I sit up staring into his eyes. I grab his hand and play with his fingers. "Do you want to leave?" I ask. Please say no, I think.

"No." Says Alec, with surprising conviction. "Good." I smile.

Than Alec and I get close, and do something that I have never before done with any of my dates before. We just talk.