Since some idiot still cant admit that I've won this game, I have to write this chapter. Sparity time, everybody!

-How I Met Your Rarity-

"And who is this little thing?" Rarity asked sweetly as she bent over, putting her hands on her knees. It was the first time she had been over to Twilight's house and there was a little boy sitting at her dining room table, wearing a purple and green hoodie. "Oh, isn't he just adorable?"

The boy blushed, he couldn't have been more than Sweetie Belle's age. "That's Spike. He's my neighbor and I tutor him a lot." Spike smiled and waved at the beautiful girl who was peeking over his shoulder, trying to see what he was working on.

Spike showed the sheet of basic algebra problems he was working on. Considering the stuff that her grade had to deal with, these problems were laughably easy. How on earth could Twilight of all people stand this? Wouldn't she just get bored quickly and do it all herself? Well, maybe she did, and that's why Spike hadn't gotten very far on the paper.

"I'm Rarity, one of Twilight's friends," Rarity explained to Spike. He simply nodded in reply, keeping it curt. It would be the end to a conversation, if it weren't for the fact that Spike kept his gaze a fixed to Rarity and smiled dreamily. It was rather disconcerting. "I think my sister might be in your grade. Sweetie Belle? Do you know her?"

Spike shrugged his shoulder noncommittally. It was rather difficult for Rarity to hold a conversation with this boy. She smiled back politely, and after a little bit of silence, followed Twilight into the other room. Spike breathed out a sigh of relief and wiped perspiration off his brow. He barely held it together, but it wasn't his fault, that friend of Twilight's… she was gorgeous! And sweet too. She didn't mention that he was doing awful at his math, and she even tried to have a conversation with him!

Not that he did very well. She was just so distracting! He couldn't think straight when she spoke. It was like math class, but it didn't give him a headache, instead it made his chest feel heavy. And now that he knew she existed, Spike couldn't concentrate on his math, which made it much worse for his head. Maybe he could get Twilight to help him out? Whenever he did that, everything seemed so simple, and it was all over quickly. But she was busy hanging out with that perfect, stylish, polite, wonderful friend of hers.

Spike shook his head and started packing up his work dejectedly, there was no way he was getting anything done at this house. As he approached the door, Twilight spotted him "Spike!" She called, holding a hand out for his papers, she would never get out of tutor mode around him. Begrudgingly, Spike fished his math homework out of his backpack and laid it in her awaiting palm. Spike tried not to meet her eyes as she tsked him disapprovingly. Unfortunately, this caused him to look straight at Rarity again.

Mans just like that, his brain got cloudy and his legs grew weak. She smiled supportively at him as Twilight took a red pen to his homework, circling what he did wrong, and all the problems that he hadn't even started yet. When he got his paper back, he didn't even look at it and tried to walk outside while keeping his eyes on Rarity. It lead to him bumping against the doorframe, but it was worth it. He blushed and smiled at the girl before darting outside.

Rarity giggled at the boy as he hurried out the door clumsily. "You seem rather hard on him," Rarity commented, pointing at the red pen in Twilight's hand.

Twilight glanced at it and shrugged, "What, this? I just happened to have it with me," she said, tossing it on to the table where Spike had been working, "Usually he gets more done before he leaves. Tough love is the most effective strategy on him."

"Well he is very cute."

"He's like a little brother to me," Twilight said wistfully, gazing out the window to the adjacent house. "I think he has a crush on you, Rarity." She said, half teasing.

"You think?" Rarity said with a chuckle, "Oh, darling, I KNOW he has a crush on me." She too moved to the window, leaning against the sill to see where the cute child had run off to, "But I'm sure it's just puppy love."