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"Faith, I love you." Buffy said, facing away from the raven-haired Slayer.

"Love you too, B." Faith replied sceptically.

"No, I mean I really love you. I can't stop thinking about you. I close my eyes and I see your face. I go to sleep and I dream about you. I listen to the radio and I hear your voice. I feel your skin when there's a cool breeze. My heart skips two beats at a time every time I catch a glimpse of your hair, or your eyes. I don't know when, or even how it happened, but I've fallen hopelessly in love with you. And I know you're not the "falling in love" type, even if you were into girls, so that makes saying this that much harder."

Faith was silent.

"Faith?"

She still said nothing.

"Faith? Could you please say something?"

Buffy was beginning to think Faith was no longer there.

She turned around, and suddenly was no longer in the kitchen talking to Faith. She woke up from her daydream and found herself once more in the bathroom, talking to herself in the mirror, practising how she was going to say what she needed to say to Faith.

She sighed and turned off the light as she left the bathroom, coming face-to-face with Faith, who was standing at the door, wide-eyed and open-mouthed.

Time stood still, the moment between ticks of the clock on the wall seeming to take an eternity as they stared at each other, with very different expressions on their faces.

Buffy's was one of horror. Had Faith really just heard Buffy confessing her love to the bathroom mirror?

Faith was very confused, and it was not hidden from her face.

"Uh..." She said. "Huh?"

"Faith." Buffy said, no more than a whisper escaping her lips.

"What... was all of that?"

"Um... How much did you hear?"

"Well, there was something about... a breeze? And something in my hair?"

"Oh. Yeah. Last night, there was... vamp dust... in your hair. It's gone now. Just... kinda got me wierded out."

"And there was something about a dream?"

"Oh yeah. Um... That's what wierded me out. Last night. I had a dream about... vamp dust getting into people's... hair, and turning them into vamps that way."

"Oh. Okay."

"Okay."

"Right."

Neither of them said anything past that, and they turned to walk away from each other. Buffy stopped herself, though.

"Actually..." She said, turning around. Faith stopped and looked back at her.

"Yeah?"

"Um... Have you seen Willow?" She cursed herself for chickening out again, but she suddenly felt like she needed advice anyway.

"Yeah... Red went to the Magic Box. Wanted to meet up with Tara for something. Probably to go make out or something."

"Okay... thanks."

"No problem." They both walked away awkwardly again.


Buffy almost burst into the Magic Box, practically shouting for Willow.

"Buffy!" Willow came running, followed by Tara and Giles. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, sorry. Just a bit... freak-outty right now. I need to talk to you. And possibly Tara. Actually, definitely Tara." Buffy ran to the training room, followed closely by Willow and Tara.

"What is it, Buffy?" Willow asked concernedly.

"I... um... I need to talk to you guys. About... you know... lesbians."

Willow rolled her eyes and sighed.

"I kind of figured you'd have a problem with this. Buffy, I love Tara."

"No!"

"Yes, I do!"

"No, I mean no to this being about you two. I'm really cool with this, believe me. In fact, I may be... cooler with this than I thought."

Willow looked confused, but Tara caught on quickly.

"Who is it? Is it Faith?" Tara asked excitedly, and Willow looked back and forth between them, still not quite in the loop.

Buffy nodded, surprized.

That did it. Realization dawned on Willow, and she was suddenly more excited than Tara.

"Oh my god, Buffy! Why didn't you tell me?!"

"Well, I didn't know until recently. I don't know when... it actually happened, but it didn't hit me until last Tuesday, and then I had to adjust to the whole idea myself, then I was going to try to tell Faith, so I practiced a bit, but she caught me, only wasn't quite sure what she heard, so I deflected and came here. I need help!" Buffy's heart was pounding, and she almost collapsed. She had to sit down on a punching bag she'd knocked down earlier.

"Buffy, just breathe." Tara suggested, and Buffy took her advice.

"Now, talk slowly. What happened?" Willow asked, smiling at Tara. This was one bet she was actually glad she lost.

"Last Tuesday, I figured out that I am in love with Faith."

"In love with her?!" Willow shouted.

"Shhh!" Buffy hushed her. "Not so loud!"

"But... love? But you haven't even said anything about being in... like with her!"

"Well, that's what I'm saying! I didn't even know I had these... feelings. Not for Faith! Not for any girl! I didn't figure it all out until last Tuesday. And then, like I said... I needed to adjust to the idea myself before I told anyone. And once I finally did, I thought Faith herself should be the first to know. I think Faith would prefer it that way, but then, as soon as I saw her, I freaked."

"What happened?" Tara asked.

"Well, I figured I'd try to practice it or something in the bathroom so I wouldn't freak out when I finally did try to tell her, only it didn't work. Faith heard it all from outside the bathroom."

"Yikes." Willow said, and Tara nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, only she wasn't so sure what she heard. I guess most of what I said was muffled by the presence of a door between us. The thing is, when I saw Faith there, and thought that she heard it all, I think I was relieved. Like I wouldn't have to really explain it, she'd just know. But then she wasn't sure what she heard, so I had to explain it after all."

"How'd she take it?" Willow asked.

"She didn't. I freaked. I told her that I was just talking to myself about a dream I had about vampire dust getting in people's hair and turning them into vamps that way."

"Oh. I'm sorry, Buffy." Willow stroked her hair.

"Well, how did you guys... you know...?" Buffy asked.

"Come out?" Tara asked. Buffy nodded. "Well, it helped that we had something in common. The witchcraft. We met in our Wicca Group at U.C. Sunnydale. We separated from them, because they weren't really into magic or anything, and we did some stuff on our own. We just kind of... connected through that." Tara explained, smiling at Willow, who returned the smile.

"Well, Faith and I are both Slayers. We patrol together a lot. But nothing like that's ever happened before to us."

"Well, someone's got to make the first move, Buffy, or it'll never happen."

"But how do I do that?"

"Well, you could come right out and tell her. Either she'll freak out and avoid you for a while until she gets over it, or she'll feel the same way and you two can start a happy relationship with a hot, steamy night of after-patrol sex." Willow smiled wickedly, a glance towards Tara.

"No. I'm more of a three-date type of girl." Buffy said. "Of course, I've only ever... you know... once. With Angel. And we didn't actually go out on any dates, because he couldn't go out in the daytime, and I was always dealing with an apocalypse or out on patrol. Then again, we patrolled together a lot, so maybe I can count those as dates. In which case, we had, like, a million dates before we... you know."

"I don't think you should use Angel as a reference, though, Buffy."

"Why?"

"Well, for one, he was... unusual. He was all dark and broody, plus he was a vampire. Then there was the curse."

"Right. I was so bad in bed that I didn't only make him dump me, he went all evil and tried to kill us all." Buffy was definitely upset.

"Actually, if what Willow's said about the curse is true, then it wasn't that you were that bad, it was that you were just that good." Tara explained.

"Yeah, it said 'one moment of pure happiness', not 'one moment of pure disappointment'."

"Thanks, Will." Buffy said, pale in the face. "Though, not sure if I'm all that comfortable talking about what I'm like in bed with you guys." Buffy's eyes went wide. "I mean talking about it with you guys, not being in bed with you guys!"

"Buffy, it's okay, we know what you meant." Willow smirked, but the visual was already in all three of their minds, and if they were all honest, only Buffy was at all horrified at the idea. Willow and Tara were actually turned on by it.

"Did anyone else just get that very... unsettling visual?" Buffy asked.

"No." Willow and Tara both said.

"No? Then I'm the only one?"

"Yes." Willow said, just as Tara replied "No, I mean it wasn't unsettling."

"I mean yes." Tara corrected herself.

"Well, how do I talk to Faith about this?" Buffy all but whined. "I mean, come on, she's slept with more guys than all of us put together. She's obviously straight."

"Well, to be fair, that's not saying much." Tara said. "Willow's only ever been with Oz and Xander, if you can count him."

"Which I don't." Willow agreed.

"And I've always been gay, so no sleeping with boys for me."

"Right. And I've only ever had that one time with Angel." Buffy concluded.

"And even if you count Anya, she's spent the last few hundred years hating all men. So, not a lot going on for her there, either."

"Well, still. Faith's been with, like, a bajillion guys." Buffy said, putting her face in her hands.

"Oh, come on, Buffy. A bajillion isn't a real number. Besides, I don't even think she's been with a hundred guys."

"Not helping, Will."

"Right, sorry."

"How do I confess my undying love to a straight girl?"

"Well, maybe you can look at it this way: Faith was acting all big and bad for a while, even joining the Mayor for a time in his quest for demonic ascension, right?" Tara asked.

"Yeah?"

"Well, then she abandoned him again and helped you guys finish him off, right?"

"Yeah?"

"I'd say she's just trying to get your attention. Trying to get you to act like her, helping a human become a demon, then when that didn't work, coming back and helping kill him? I think it was all just to get you to notice her."

Buffy thought about what Tara was saying for a minute. "You really think so?" She asked, hopefully.

"I do. I could be wrong, but at least it's something to hope for."

"Yeah." Buffy hesitated. "Okay. I'm going to tell her."

"When?" Willow asked.

"Tonight. I'll tell her I want to hang out at the Bronze or something, skip on patrol for tonight, and I'll tell her then." Buffy wasn't sure about her resolve, but she thought she sounded convincing enough.

"Okay. I want the details tomorrow, though!" Willow said as Buffy rushed out.

"Should we have told her?" Tara asked.

"Nah. Let's let them figure it out on their own. They've danced around it long enough. It's time they figure it out for themselves." Willow said.


Faith was supposed to meet her at the Bronze at 8:00pm. It was now 9:30pm. She was an hour and a half late. Faith was never late for a night at the Bronze.

'She's freaking out over earlier, I just know it.' Buffy thought in horror. She sat down at her table and buried her face in her arms.

She'd spent two hours getting ready. She'd tried on every article of clothing in her room before finally settling on a pair of black jeans, a pastel pink blouse with ruffles and a black leather jacket Faith gave her for her last birthday.

She looked back up at the clock again.

9:31pm.

'She's not showing.'

Some guy came over to the table and sat down across from her.

"Oh, I'm sorry, is this seat taken?" He asked.

"Yeah, but I don't think it's owner's going to show up."

"Ah. Got stood up, huh?"

"Oh, no, we're just friends. We were looking to just kind of hang out tonight, but apparently something must have come up."

"Really? Just friends? 'Cause what you're wearing says "date"."

"Does it?"

"Yeah. I got that vibe about thirty minutes ago when I saw you, so either you're fashionably early, or just very, very early, or you just got stood up. I just thought I'd come over and keep you company for a while."

"Right. Let's get something clear. I know you're looking to score. That's all guys are ever interested in except for the ones who are all dark and broody, the ones that only a really screwed up girl would even consider going out with. Then, even if said screwed up girl takes a chance on Mr. Tall, Dark and Depressing, he'll become Mr. Tall, Dark and Devilish instead, and the screwed up girl is f*rced to kill Mr. TDD in order to save the world. So either you're just a jerk guy looking to score with some drunk girl getting stood up, which, hey, no harm, no foul, but not gonna happen, or tonight ends with me driving a wooden stake through your chest."

"Um... actually, I'm gay. My boyfriend is at the bar, getting drinks for the three of us. I actually just wanted to cheer you up because you looked sad, but now I'm thinking I'm just gonna go back to the bar. You've got issues." He scoffed as he turned around and walked away, and Buffy felt like a total bitch.

'Ugh.' Buffy groaned mentally and placed her head on the table again.

She felt the table shift again as someone sat down across from her.

"Listen, I just told that guy that I'm not interested. Granted, I made a mistake, because he's gay, and actually did just want to cheer me up, but I'm still not interested, okay?" No one answered, so Buffy looked up at Faith.

"Well, guess I'd better go home, then, huh?" Faith joked.

"Faith! You're late!"

"Sorry, B. Had a weird day. Honestly, I wasn't sure I was gonna show up. I'd already decided not to, only to look down and find myself walking out the door, dressed like this." Faith was wearing almost the same thing as Buffy. Black leather pants instead of jeans, and red instead of pastel pink shirt, and no ruffles, but there was definitely the presence of a leather jacket.

"Oh."

"So what's up? Said you wanted to talk to me 'bout something. You're the one who suggested we just hang out tonight, so spill. What's goin' on?"

"Well, um... I guess I can't just beat around the bush anymore. There's really no easy way to say this, so I'm just going to do it."

"Oh my god, you're pregnant."

"What?!"

"Relax, B. I'm just k**ding. I already know about the cancer."

"WHAT?!"

"Oh, come on! Can't you take a joke, B? Just say it!" Faith laughed, and Buffy's heart melted at the sound.

"Um... well... I, uh..."

"Cat got your tongue?"

"I'm in... um... What I mean to say is that I... I mean I like... Ugh, this isn't working. I was so sure I'd be able to say it this time." Buffy laid her head down on the table again. "Listen, can we just hang out right now? I'm sure I'll be able to say it at some point tonight, just give me a while."

"Fine, whatever, B. So, see anyone you like here?"

"What?"

"You know, guys. I see a couple of guys over there I'd like to ride all night long. Assuming they last that long, that is."

"Oh, them? They're gay."

"Don't you know, B? When it comes to me, no one's gay."

'Except me.' Buffy thought sadly.

"Well, you do what you want. I'm not really in the mood for guys right now." Or ever again.

"Eh. Probably right. 'Sides, we came here to hang out. Figure I can go one night without hooking up with someone."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Those gay guys are the only good lookin' ones in tonight, anyway."

"Okay." Buffy sighed, then perked her ears up as a nice rhythm sounded over the speakers.

"Sweet music tonight." Faith said, heading for the dance floor. "Sounds familiar!" She grinned wickedly at Buffy, beckoning to her in mock seduction.

It sounded familiar to Buffy, too. It had been playing here at the Bronze on a night she found herself repeating in her head a lot lately. The night she went crazy with Faith. They'd danced together, and not like most friends did. The way they'd moved together still deeply aroused Buffy whenever she thought about it. Then Angel had gone and spoiled it all by showing up. When Buffy saw him there, she finally noticed the arousal that had been building inside her, and thought it was Angel's presence that was doing it to her, but now she knew different.

Buffy followed Faith out onto the floor and was acutely aware of the two gay men at the bar watching them, slightly stunned, slightly amused.

But her awareness of them, and everyone else who was watching the two girls together, meaning the entire club, was erased as Faith started moving with the music.

The others out on the dance floor spread out slightly, giving them a space that was all their own.

They were close. Very close. As in Faith's entire back nearly melting into Buffy's front close. And they were swaying, grinding. Their inhibitions vanished with the rest of the world. There was only them and the music.

Faith was teasing, obviously mocking her movements, acting very seductively, and enjoying the discomfort on Buffy's face, but never knowing the true reason behind her discomfort.

Buffy felt like she was about to say it several times. "I love you. I'm in love with you." But every time her mouth opened to say the words, Faith's butt would graze across her core, and her breath would catch, and her body would go rigid, only to be caught up in the music again and the process would repeat.

The music only slowed when both of them were nearly dehydrated from the sweating they were doing, both of them close to passing out from oxygen deprivation.

But Buffy didn't go back to the table. She graciously excused herself to the bathroom, leaving Faith at the table.

She walked slowly to the bathroom, only to burst inside and run into one of the stalls. She crouched down in front of the toilet and spilled her guts into the porcelain bowl.

As if the arousal wasn't enough, Faith had had to make it worse by moving like that. Then there was the constant missed breaths, and rapid heartbeat, and the sheer amount of sweat generated on the floor. All of it lead up to the inside of the toilet being painted a vomit green colour.

Buffy vaguely heard someone else enter the bathroom behind her, and was suddenly alert. She stood up and faced the intruder, to see the gay guy from earlier and his boyfriend.

'Vampires?' Buffy thought, but decided not. She wasn't getting any vibes from them.

"Hey." The one from earlier said.

"What are you guys doing in here? It's the girls' bathroom."

"Well, the rules regarding men in womens' bathrooms are blurry concerning gay men. Besides, we saw a woman in distress, and thought we should try to help."

"Oh."

"You don't look so hot, hon." The other guy said.

"I don't feel so hot, either."

"Too much to drink?"

"No, I don't think I've had enough to drink."

"Ah, fight with the "Mrs."?"

"What?"

"That lady from earlier. You fighting?"

"Oh, no. We're not together."

"But you're gay?" Guy #1 asked.

"Yeah, and? And how'd you know?"

"Gaydar. Which you, apparently, lack. And what kind of lesbian are you? I mean, I'm not expert, but even I know that girl was smoking hot. You've got to be lying if you say you're not into her."

Buffy didn't respond.

"You are, aren't you?" asked #2.

Buffy simply nodded.

#1 asked, "But she doesn't know, does she?"

She shook her head no.

"And what's more, she's straight." She concluded.

"Bull shit." Buffy jumped at the foul words coming from #2. "If you think she's straight even after she moved like that against you, you're not only a lesbian with no gaydar, you're a blind lesbian with no gaydar. Anyone could see she's got the hots for you."

"No." Buffy said. "She said she was going to try to hook up with you two. I told her you were gay, and she just said 'no one's gay'."

"Oh. I think I know what's going on. She's in denial about her gay-ness. Most people, when they're converted or are born gay, they don't want to face it right away, so they just keep telling themselves and everyone around them that they can't be gay, and they try to compensate by hooking up with every one of the opposite gender they set their eyes on. But some people just go all the way and say gay doesn’t exist, that it's all just an act."

"No. Faith's always been like this. Ever since I met her. It's been, like, three or four years now."

"Faith? Is that her name? Well, if Faith's been like this for years, than she may just need someone's support for her to finally accept that part of her. Maybe someone specific. Someone like you, perhaps." #1 suggested.

"So I should just tell her how I feel, and that'll solve everything?"

"No promises, but it's more likely than the alternative."

"Okay then. I'll tell her. But first, I need to get some air." Buffy left the bathroom and went out back for some air. Suddenly, she heard someone groaning behind a stack of crates. She walked over to see if she could help, but halted when she saw what was actually happening.

She saw Faith. Or, rather, she saw part of Faith. The part that wasn't covered up by the guy pounding into her up against the wall. Their pants were on the ground, Faith's bare legs were wrapped tightly around the guy's waist.

Buffy couldn't look away. It was like a train wreck. She felt a tear rolling down the side of her face as she watched the guy climax.

He collapsed to the ground, dragging Faith with him.

"Fuck." She said. "Dude, I told you to pull out when you got close. Now I gotta take a pill or something. Damn it." Faith tried to rock back and forth on him, but it was done. He was softening up already, so she gave up and got up. She grabbed his jeans and wiped herself off, then put her panties and pants back on, then her black combat boots, and started for inside again. She paused when she saw movement out of her peripherals and went on alert, prepared for any threats coming her way. Nothing happened. She shrugged it off, then continued inside.

When she got inside, she nearly bumped into Buffy, and realized what must have happened.

'Fuck, B saw me?! Damn. Great going, Lehane. Now there's no way this is gonna go the way you want it to.'

"Hey, B. What's up?"

"I saw you. And that guy."

"Yeah? Like what you see? He's hot, right?"

"No. I didn't like what I saw."

"Oh, come on, B. If you're about to give me another lecture on STDs, just save it. I don't care. 'Sides, Slayers don't get sick, remember? Slayer healing kicks the nasty viruses right out. And the dangers of unprotected sex? I told the guy to get out when he came, he just didn't listen. I'm gonna go and get the morning after tomorrow. Okay? Nothing to worry about." Faith tried to push past.

"Faith." Buffy said as she pushed Faith back, not letting her leave. "You know what I wanted to tell you, when I invited you here tonight?"

"No, still waiting on that."

"I called you here to tell you I'm gay. Don't know when it happened, might have been all my life, and just never known it. Could explain why I have no luck whatsoever with guys. I just know that I realized I'm gay last week. Took me a couple days to accept it, but I have, and I've accepted something else, too. I'm in love with you, Faith. I think I have been ever since I met you, and just never knew it. So there it is. I'm gay, and I'm in love with you. It's also been suggested to me by Willow, Tara, and two gay guys that I have no idea what their names are that you might like me the same way. Correct me if I'm wrong about that. But right now, I don't care. I've got to get out of here now, because right now, I don't think I can stand to look at you."

Buffy turned to walk away, and Faith slumped to the ground. She'd hoped for years, ever since she met Buffy, that the blonde would fall for her. And now that she finally has, Faith had to screw it all up.

She got up quickly and chased after her.

"Buffy!" She shouted when she got outside again, in the front of the club. The blonde turned to face her.

"What is it, Faith?"

"I'm sorry." She said as she got to Buffy. "I'm sorry, Buffy. I didn't know. I had no idea. I mean, somewhere inside me, I knew I was gay, ever since I met you. I just never wanted to face it. But I think... I mean... I know that... Damn, I suck at talking about my feelings. Listen, I like you, too, B. No. I mean I love you, too. I love you. I'm in love with you." Faith turned around and chuckled. "Damn it's weird. Saying that. It feels weird, after all this time, finally saying it out loud. Three years, it's been, since we met. I've been in love with you all this time, and only now am I saying it out loud. Never told anyone. Not even myself. Guess I was just trying to save myself. From those emotions. I don't really understand them, you know. But then, I guess no one really understands them. But I've been afraid of them. Afraid that if I said it out loud, it would be true, and then I'd be vulnerable. I hate being vulnerable. It makes me so easy to hurt. But now it's too late. I'm already hurt. And I didn't even have to say it out loud.

"You say you're in love with me, and the shock of it opens me up, leaves me vulnerable right away. And then I know where it's going, even before you say it, and you say you can't stand to look at me, and that's when it happens. I'm broken. No one's ever been able to break me with just words before. It's only happened twice, counting this time. The only other time was when you thought... no, when I did betray you. Left you all for the mayor. You told me something. God, I don't even remember what you said, only that I felt like I was about to die as soon as you said it.

"You remember when we fought, up on that rooftop? You were trying to save Angel after I poisoned him? Slayer's blood was the antidote? Well, that broke me, too, just not with words. I was fighting you, trying to kill you, and you were trying to kill me, too. But every time you moved, it turned me on. The way you moved, it was so... beautiful. You were graceful. And any time you twisted, your shirt would slide up your body just enough to show a little bit of skin. I noticed it every time. I loved it. And yet, I still tried to kill you. You know, that's why I ended up surrendering. Luckily, you had some bad ass reflexes. Just before you stabbed me in the gut, I surrender, and the tip of that blade stopped only a centimetre in front of me. A second later, and I'd have been dead. I just couldn't stand fighting you anymore."

Faith and Buffy were both in tears now.

"Buffy, I know what you said in the club. About not caring if I loved you or not. Don't think I wasn't paying attention. But I just had to tell you. I'm in love with you, too."

"Faith." Buffy whispered.

"Let's go back inside, Faith." She said with a smile. She hooked her arm through Faith's and led her back inside.

Inside, they sat down at the same table as earlier. They just stared at each other, neither of them uncomfortable.

Buffy reached across the table and brought Faith's face to her, and kissed her.