A/N: Part 2. I hope you enjoy. It's super cute, I promise. ;)

*Many thanks again to sendtherain and mosylu, who continue to be awesome.

*I own nothing. No copyright infringement intended.

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Part 2

Cisco sat in his living room, staring at the Star Wars DVDs and nearly cold pizza pockets sitting before him on the coffee table.

This was what you wanted, he reminded himself, not for the first time.

"She's way out of your league," he said aloud, figuring there was no shame with the whole apartment empty other than himself. "Besides, you just like her as a friend."

He heard laughter that strangely sounded like an evil version of himself coming from inside his head. He closed his eyes and groaned.

"Who are you kidding, Francisco?" His eyes flashed open. "Even Barry figured it out."

He grumbled, as he leaned forward, staring at the objects in front of him again.

"Sounds like youwant to go out with her," Barry had remarked.

In the safety of his vacant home, Cisco could admit he was right.

He leaned back into the couch and set his feet on the table, only slightly aware of their placement lest they knock over his movies or his food. He glanced at the latter and sighed hopelessly.

"If you steal my pizza pockets one more time, Cisco Ramon, I will not be responsible for my actions!" Caitlin had threatened once.

He was aware it was a problem, that he always proceeded to devour any pizza pockets that were left in Caitlin's freezer when he stopped by her apartment before class.

The fact was they were yummy, and Caitlin always had them. And okay, she more often than not snacked on them even when they weren't in her apartment, and so he found he always had a taste for them whenever he saw her.

Or when he thought of her. Which was often.

It dawned on him that maybe that was the reason he was eating them now.

Except he wasn't eating them. He was letting them get cold and not even watching one of the six movies he'd planned to get through by morning. Because he wanted her with him instead.

And he'd just set her up with his best friend.

He groaned again, and prayed to whatever being had the most power that Barry's complete lack of game would be enough to turn Caitlin off.

Maybe Barry won't be attracted to her, he thought wistfully. And maybe she won't be attracted to him! Maybe the evening would be so horribly awkward and painful that they'd end the night early and forget the whole thing ever took place.

Was he the worst best friend or what?

He repositioned himself so he was laying across the couch, hands tucked behind his head. Briefly, he imagined himself in a therapy session.

Caitlin's words flashed through his mind again, as did the determined, quasi-embarrassed look on her face when she spewed them.

"I'm not the only woman in the world to still be a virgin at twenty-one."

It was nothing to be ashamed of. He'd only been with one other person himself. And he supposed it made sense. Caitlin had very high expectations. She wouldn't have sex just for the sake of having it. Plus, as had been proven many times over, she very rarely let herself cut loose without regard for what might happen.

It only made sense that if – when – Caitlin Snow decided to have sex, she would be in a meaningful relationship, and she would trust that person implicitly.

She wouldn't trust Barry after just a few drinks at a bar, right?

Sweat started to bead on his forehead. It multiplied when he envisioned his two best friends together. He shook his head to rid himself of the video playing over in his head, but it was only replaced by a vision of himself with Caitlin in that exact scenario.

"Ohhhkay, Cisco." He stood to his feet and started to pace.

He hated when this happened. Going from angry to hurt to jealous to horny was not a good look for him. He could only thank his lucky stars that it happened when he was alone.

"Just watch your Star Wars movies, Cisco," he told himself, still pacing. "Watch Empire Strikes Back – easily the best one. No, no, New Hope is a classic. Watch that one." He picked up each of the DVD cases and started flipping through them so quickly that they almost flew across the room.

"The prequels should be last," he decided. "Maybe when you're struggling to keep your eyes open. Since they suck." He stopped walking and sighed, momentarily distracted by his love for the saga. "But they are important," he said aloud. "Because they complete the story."

A knock at the door, and he dropped the movies.

"Cisco?" came Caitlin's voice, and he nearly fainted. "Cisco, are you in there?"

He glanced down at his crotch and found her voice had made him semi-erect again.

"I am in Hell." He glared.

"Cisco?" She sounded unsure now.

He cleared his throat and just barely managed to come off as surprised.

"Caitlin?"

Relief colored her voice.

"Oh, thank god, you're here. I need your help. Can I come in?"

She sounded panicked, which concerned him, and helped somewhat with his problem. He couldn't abandon her even in his own peril.

"Uh, yeah, sure."

He went to the door, opened it, and found Caitlin in all her glory – dirty blonde hair curled and shining, her make-up done, and the glittery black dress he'd assumed she was going to wear (because she wore it every time they went out to a bar) donning her figure.

"Wow," he managed, eyes wide, pulse racing.

"Is it too much?" she asked nervously, looking down and start to fidget.

"No, uh, not at all." He got behind the door and opened it wider. Once she walked through, he quickly shut it and deposited himself back on the couch, firmly placing a massive pillow on his lap.

"What –" He cleared his throat and tried again. "What did you uh, want to talk about?"

Caitlin sighed and sat down next to him.

"Is this a good idea, Cisco?" She turned to face him, her eyes deep and pleading for the truth.

How to proceed, he wondered, fairly certain that a Date me, Caitlin! was not the correct route to go.

"The uh, the dress? Or, uh…?" He lost his voice, but apparently she didn't notice.

"The whole thing!" She threw her arms up and then dropped them to her side. "I haven't been on a date in five years," she deadpanned. "I don't know what I'm doing. And if your roommate doesn't know either, the whole thing will be a disaster."

This, he recognized, was the panic that should have been in his mind when this exact same scenario occurred to him.

"I'm sure it won't be a disaster," he hedged, inching closer to her on the couch even though he knew it was a bad idea. Even worse was him stretching his arm in the most obvious way so it settled behind her on the couch. "Barry's a good guy. Even if the date sucks, he'll make it good for you."

Make it good for you?! Cisco was scandalized by his unthinking slip of the tongue.

Caitlin remained oblivious.

"I suppose."

She sank back into the couch and swallowed hard.

"I guess I'm just nervous," she said quietly, then turned her head to look at him. "I've never really been a fan of blind dates. I don't like the idea of going out with someone I've never met before."

"He's not some stranger, Caitlin." He swiped some of her curls from her shoulder. "He's my best friend. Just like you are."

She rolled her eyes and scoffed, then proceeded to fold her arms beneath her breasts, which considerably enhanced her cleavage. Cisco had to count to ten slowly in order to avoid applying more pressure to the pillow on his lap.

"Does he know who I am?" she demanded.

Cisco thought back to his earlier conversation with Barry.

"She's probably the best friend I have besides you."

"And yet I've never met her."

"He knows…of you," he said carefully.

She blinked. "Just like I know of him?"

"Well…" His voice squeaked.

"Cisco," she warned, her eyes narrowing. "How much does this Barry know about me?"

"Nothing!" he said instantly. Her eyes widened. "I mean, he knows you and I are friends. He knows we've been friends for a while. But…I don't really talk about you with him. He doesn't even know your name."

She frowned. "Why not?"

"Why doesn't he know your name? Well, that would kind of defeat the purpose of a blind date then, wouldn—"

"No, no, no, not that. Why haven't you talked about me with him?"

He flushed. "Did you want me to?"

She shrugged. "I talk about you with my friends."

He wanted to say 'what friends' but was smart enough not to.

"You do?"

She nodded. "And to my mom," she added. "She could probably care less, though."

He felt a heady happiness hovering over him.

"What do you say about me?" he grinned.

Caitlin blushed, and he knew in that moment that she wished she could take it back.

"Tell me," he pushed, throwing caution to the wind and wrapping his arm around her shoulder as he pulled her close.

"C-c-cisco." She pushed him slightly, and he felt the shivers that went up and down her arms.

Could she maybe?

He felt dazed.

"Should I be worried?" he asked, even though he wasn't in the slightest.

She overcame her embarrassment and faced him directly.

"What? No! All good stuff, I promise."

He grinned and daringly leaned in, whispering, "What good stuff?"

Caitlin caught her breath.

"Just uh…" She swallowed again. "Just that you're nice and smart and that you're going to make an amazing engineer someday."

"Anything else?" he asked, even though that knowledge alone was enough to satisfy him for days, maybe forever.

"I…I don't think so," she stuttered.

He wasn't sure, but he figured that meant there was.

"I didn't tell Barry about you because you are way out of his league," he said, deciding to relent on teasing her.

She blinked. "I am?"

"Yeah," he laughed. "Way out of my league too," he said without thinking.

She averted his eyes. "Well, I'm not sure about that one. If anything, you're out of mine."

He said nothing, and she shifted uncomfortably. He wanted to answer her, but he was stuck on the implications of what she was saying.

"Well," she squeaked. "You uh, you said this dress works, right?" He said nothing, so she kept going. "You did. I remember you saying that just a minute ago, which means I have nothing to worry about. And if you think I'm out of Barry's league, then I feel better already. I can end the night early and he probably won't be any the wiser."

She stood to her feet, almost toppling over when she got there. Cisco saw the blush travel up her neck as he watched her round the couch and head for the door. Her hand was on the knob before he registered his mind shouting at him – Go after her!

"Caitlin, wait!"

He tossed the pillow aside and got to the door just moments before she opened it.

"What is it?" she asked innocently, forcing a smile but not totally able to meet his eyes.

"You want to know why I didn't talk to Barry about you that much all these years?"

Hesitantly she met his eyes, curiosity getting the best of her.

"Why?"

He took a deep breath. "Because I didn't want him to get interested."

Her brows furrowed. "I don't understand. If you didn't want him to be interested, then why tonight would you—"

"Because, I, me," His hands flew about. "I wanted you to be interested in me."

Her jaw dropped, and she stared.

He pulled his hand down his face and sighed.

"But, we had such a good thing going with our friendship here, and I was in denial about my feelings for you, and so I just…"

"You wanted to prove to yourself that you didn't have feelings for me," she concluded.

He hung his head. "Yeah. That…" he laughed nervously. "That pretty much sums it up."

Caitlin started to smile. It didn't take long for Cisco to sense it. When he looked up at her he couldn't decide if he should succumb to his awe of her beauty or his fear of her next words.

"What?" he asked, his lips twitching.

She burst out with one happy laugh and then draped her arms around his neck.

"I like you, Cisco."

He blinked. "Yeah?"

"Mhmm." She nodded. Her smile spread to his face.

"Like, how much? Do you like me like friends or do you like me like—"

She cut him off, kissing him, pulling him to her and wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Oh," Cisco said, reminding himself to breathe when they finally pulled apart. "You like me like that."

Caitlin giggled. "Yep."

"For, uh…for how long?"

"Would you tease me mercilessly if I said from the beginning?"

He felt as though he'd been hit over the head with a sledgehammer.

"Only if you tease me," he said breathlessly, looking at her dazed.

"Yeah?" Her grin spread so wide it looked like it hurt. Cisco was practically lightheaded knowing he was the cause of it.

"Yeah." He nodded, his eyes lowering to her lips again.

Caitlin's blush covered all the pale skin on her face, but she melted into him when his face inched towards hers again and wholeheartedly succumbed to his kiss.

"You ever seen Star Wars?" he murmured against her lips when they parted again.

At that moment all she wanted was to make out with him, but to please him she said, "Nope."

"Want to?" he grinned, looking gleefully into her eyes.

"Can I go home first?" she asked to which he frowned. "If I'm staying here with you, and not going out…I want to be comfortable."

His smile resumed. "Problem solved, my friend."

He released her and started to head towards his bedroom.

"Girlfriend," she chirped, which made him pause. He turned around and looked at her, his eyes wide and his jaw dropped.

"Girlfriend?"

She cleared her throat. "I mean…if you want."

His cheeks hurt with how wide he was smiling. But before he could embrace her again, he went with purpose to his room, dug out what he was looking for and returned to her.

"What are these?" she asked, taking the set of pink PJs he'd brought her.

"You left them at that one lock-in study group we went to. Remember, the only one you let yourself go to because I promised there wouldn't be alcohol and that you'd studied enough for one week?"

She started to smile. "Right. They required us to wear pajamas the whole night." She looked down at them and shook her head. "And I wore my pink bunny ones like a fool."

"I wore Power Rangers," he retorted.

She looked up at him and smiled with a twinkle in her eye.

"True."

"I'll change into mine, you change into yours…meet up in five minutes for Star Wars and pizza pockets?"

With an effort, Caitlin shifted her gaze to the table and the pizza pockets that lay there.

"Eating yours instead of mine?" She looked back at him with dramatic flair. "Scandalous."

He grinned. "I figured I owe you."

"So…" She bit her bottom lip, not meeting his eyes again, just waiting.

"Girlfriend. Definitely girlfriend," he confirmed and kissed her again.

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