date night

You don't know why, maybe it was because you were feeling pretty emotional, maybe it was Brian's eyes, but you agreed to the date.

You had to wait nearly a week for your date and every day you went back and forth on it, you wanted to call it off Sunday, Monday you were excited to hang out with Brian just the two of you, Tuesday you were afraid a date might make you gay, Wednesday you wondered what you should wear, on and on it went until Thursday night.

You decided on something fairly neutral, black jeans and a forest green button-down shirt. You're examining yourself in the mirror when you hear a knock on your door.

You race to open the door and greet Brian with a smile. "Ready m'lady?" he says with a smile.

"Yes sir." you smile back grabbing his offered arm, the rest of the brothers are on their own dates so you don't have to worry about being teased or worse. Brian opens the car door for you "Ooh such a gentleman." you coo at him. He had a very nice car, a ford mustang, 72 if you had to guess but you didn't know much about cars.

The drive was a little awkward as you rode in silence. Finally, you arrived at a nice-looking french restaurant, Brian opened your door for you once more. "Thank you." Brian smiles and puts an arm around yours.

"Only the best for you," he says as he leads you into the restaurant. After a short wait, you're seated in a privacy booth. You take a few minutes to look through the menu before placing your order and deciding on a scotch. "So...your car is really nice," you say trying to make small talk.

"Thanks, it's my dad's. We rebuilt the whole thing."

"Wow, impressive." You say taking your drink.

"Yeah, I'm great with my hands." You **** on your drink, did he mean it like that? was he flirting? or was it just in your head? You suddenly feel his hand slap you on your back and feel him pull you to him. "Careful, those are pretty stout."

Looking up at him "yeah I'm kind of a lightweight." The waiter brings the food and notices that you're practically sitting in his lap.

A steak dinner and three more scotches later you're much more at ease and giggling girlishly at Brian telling adventures he had in high school. You don't know if they were funny or not you just knew you enjoyed seeing Brian smile. What?

"So do you think you're going to win tomorrow?" you knew from the chatter in the frat there's a football game tomorrow night.

"Maybe." you have absolutely no poker face, as confusion washes over you.

"What do you mean maybe? You're a hunky jock." You giggle once more and notice him smile briefly.

"Yeah, but I don't have anyone to cheer for me. I mean, the school yeah but it's different when there's someone there for you that knows you."

"Aww," you practically swoon as you lay your head on his shoulder.

"Yeah, my family's too far away to come watch." he says, you can feel his arm around your shoulder.

"Hey!" you say jumping almost into his lap.

"I have an idea, you're gonna love it." for some reason you touch Brian's chest. You want to stop. Don't you? but you can't, apparently, you're very touchy when you get drunk you think to yourself. "What if I come cheer for you?" he smiles and laughs, he has such a cute laugh.

"Do you even like football?" he finally asks.

"Nah, but I like you," you say and when you realize how that must have sounded bury your face in his neck. God, he smelled good. "Please say I can come," you beg. You feel a hand run through your hair for a minute then he pulls you back

"I'd love it if you'd come." You squeal and sit in his lap giving him a great big hug. From behind you hear the waiter clear his throat.

"Can I get you two desserts? Or another drink?" You gasp, "Oh my god yes! More scotch!" you whisper shout, practically climbing onto the table

"No." Brian orders. "let's get you home." he says pulling you back into his lap.

"Ooh, you wanna take me home huh?" you giggle again and lean into him. "God you smell good." the rest of the night was a blur, you remember vaguely hanging off of Brian and climbing into his car and holding his hand the whole way. "I love your car!" you informed him. Next, you knew you were at your door. "The brothers are all probably getting laid now, Oh hey what happened to the girl who bought you?"

"I told her we'd do it next week."

"Cheating on me already!" you giggle as you close your door behind you. You reopen the door happily finding Brian still standing there, "Oh I almost forgot. Thank you for a lovely evening!" You jump up and kiss him on his cheek and fall flat on your back.

The next morning you wake up in agonizing pain, your skull is splitting, you roll over in bed squeezing your body pillow. You look around the room remembering, you didn't remember getting into bed. You throw the covers off and see you're not in your date clothes anymore. You're wearing your winter PJs. The fuzzy baby blue ones that you loved. You stumble downstairs, most of the other brothers are still passed out drunk thankfully but Brian is up, sitting in his pjs, well his pj bottoms. "Hey." he says, "How you feeling?" you groan and he smirks before sliding you a bloody mary. "Trust me." You nurse it while he moves around the kitchen,you can't help but notice his strong back.

"What is wrong with me!" you scold yourself silently, not silently enough as Brian hears you.

"Hangovers are hell, that's why I try not to drink too much." You nod in agreement vowing to never drink again. "How much of last night do you remember?"

Flashes of last night flood into your mind, had you really kissed brian?! "Uh...not much." you groan.

"Oh." he looks practically crestfallen. Did he want you to remember kissing him? Why did that make your heart beat faster?

"So you don't remember my game?" suddenly you remembered you promised, no BEGGED to go to his football game.

"Oh yeah, I'll still come for you...to your game! To watch you play! I need to get dressed." You stand and turn to leave "who...changed me?" you ask not looking back feeling like your face is going to blush to ****. Before he could answer the brothers came stomping down the stairs. Deciding to nurse your drink in your room instead of waiting for an answer.

You decide to stay in bed instead of going to your classes. Your alarm wakes you up at 4 and you take a long slow shower. All the bros had either football to get ready for except for a few who were at the gym training for their sport during the offseason.