This is my very first fanfic, so I thought it was only fitting that it should be a Spring Awakening fic about Hanschen and Ernst! I decided to write each chapter from both characters' perspectives. The next chapter is the same scene but in Hanschen's point of view. It is, of course, your choice whether you want to read them both or not, but I certainly found it interesting to write both. It might also help you understand the characters' actions. I would love reviews so very much!

Disclaimer: I do not own Spring Awakening. If I did, I would own Hanschen Rilow. Sigh.

Ernst

Oh, God. I was looking at Hanschen again. I hadn't been alone with him since that day at the vineyard. What had I done?! I had kissed the most beautiful boy I had ever met. I knew it was somehow wrong, but it felt so right. I meant what I had said in that moment. As much as it complicated things, I did love him. At least…I thought I did. I was too young and inexperienced to really understand love.

It had been well over a week. I had forced myself to stop counting the days; it was far too depressing and pathetic. Sure, we had seen each other at school every day, but I avoided him at all costs. There was no way I could face him now.

"Herr Roble. The answer please?" I had been too busy daydreaming to even hear the question. I couldn't move, and my mouth was agape, completely at a loss of what to say. I heard the recognizably smooth, seductive sound of Hanschen laughing. When would this day just be over?

I heard the perfect voice again, this time speaking. I couldn't comprehend what it said, but I turned around to see Hanschen, standing, answering my question for me.

"Very good, Herr Rilow. Perhaps you should help Herr Roble study."

"Perhaps I should," Hanschen said quietly, as if for only me to hear. As much as I wanted to say thank you, I still could not make my mouth work, so I just stared for another moment. He gave me a look that seemed to say you're welcome and I want you at the same time, but I was sure that it was just my imagination. Surely what had occurred between us was just a lapse in his judgment. Hanschen began to smirk and chuckle. I looked down, horrified to see that my hand was awkwardly waving at him. I turned around, mortified, and slouched as far down in my seat as I could, waiting to be dismissed.

When the class finally ended, I gathered my things as quickly as I could. I was determined to be the first one out of the classroom. But just as it seemed sweet escape was in my grasp, I tripped over my own two feet. I could feel hot tears looming behind my eyes as the other boys filed out the door, laughing at me as they went. Melchior would have helped me up, but he had been missing for days. Any of the girls would have stopped to help me, but the stupid rules kept us in different schools. I had begun to see why, but I was having more trouble with the dreamy boy sitting behind me than I had ever had with any of the girls.

Suddenly, I saw a pair of feet waiting next to me. By the time I looked up to see his face, I already knew that it was the one person I could not face. He outstretched his hand, and looked straight into my tearful eyes with his smirking ones. Again speechless, I silently took his hand and allowed him to haul me up.

"Now then," his voice was still a low murmur, "how about we get going?"

Oh, God, he wants to walk home with me. I couldn't decide if this was the opportunity I had been longing for or dreading. Maybe it was a sign that he really did want to be with me. Not trusting myself not to say something stupid, I nodded quickly, grabbed my books, and followed him out the door.

I was sure that if he ran, which I had often seen him do after school let out, he would make it home in half the time. My legs were long but I was not very fast, and I knew that if he started running I would humiliate myself even more by not being able to catch up. Although, I started thinking, I might have been better off if I let him leave me behind. This would probably be better than any mortifying comment I would inevitably make, and then I would get to watch Hanschen run. From behind. Ugh. I shouldn't have been having these thoughts about anyone, much less a boy.

After walking in silence for a few minutes, his sultry voice finally broke the unbearable silence.

"So Ernst, how are you? We haven't really spoken since…" he trailed off, giving me a knowing look.

"I'm fine," I answered, suddenly aware of how young and childish my voice sounded. "And you?"

"Fine. I've been giving a lot of thought to our…conversation a while back. In the vineyard. Do you remember?"

My voice caught before I could force out a "yes."

"Remember how I told you to 'skim off the cream?'"

"Skim off the cream?" My voice cracked just like it had the very first time he had brought up the subject.

"Yes," he purred. "Have you thought about what you want to do? Do you want to churn your milk, spill your milk, or skim off the cream?"

We had stopped walking now, and he was looking deep into my eyes. "I guess, skim off the cream?" My voice was quivering, and I knew it sounded like a question.

"Good," he whispered and leaned in towards me. Before I knew it, he was kissing me with such passion that I thought my heart might explode. And it felt good. I wanted that moment to last forever, terrified that it would end too quickly. Suddenly I heard the thump of my books hitting the ground. He broke away in surprise, and I tried to catch my rampant breath.

"Well, maybe you're tired," Hanschen crooned. "Would you like to sit down?" He sat down in the grass off of the road, looked up at me with a far too attractive come hither look and patted the spot next to him. Breathlessly I sat down by him, scared out of my wits.

"Now then," he said, "where were we?" He kissed me again, and I was once again in heaven. It was even more intense than last time, which I hadn't thought was possible. He continued kissing me as we fell slowly backwards. I felt my back hit the ground but I didn't stop-couldn't stop-kissing him. My eyes were closed but I felt his fingers trailing my cheek, my jaw, my neck. I gasped as his hand went to the front of my shirt and unbuttoned the first button, but he didn't go any further, which relieved me. I certainly wasn't ready for that yet.

A few breathless, beautiful moments later, he broke away again.

I gasped, grateful for the breath but hungry for more Hanschen.

"Are you alright?" He laughed amusedly.

"More than alright…" I giggled, and when he laughed, I blushed. This made him laugh harder.

"What?" I asked.

"You are just so adorable," his voice seemed almost mocking. Was adorable a good thing or a bad thing?

He seemed to see the question in my eyes and smiled provocatively, stretching and putting an arm comfortably around my waist. Having his arm around me felt strange, but certainly pleasant.

"So…" one eyebrow was cocked, his blonde hair was tousled. "What now?" I just looked into his gorgeous eyes, afraid to let myself speak again. "Shall we get you home?" I was humiliated to hear a squeak of protest come from my lips, but I really did not want this to end. I was still terrified that if I let him go now, I would never have him again. Once again, Hanschen was laughing at me.

"Don't worry," he whispered into my ear. "Tomorrow is Saturday, which means we don't have to go to school and listen to that insolent teacher drone on and on." I blinked up at him innocently, wondering what he would say next, although just listening to his seductive voice was enough. "I wonder what we could do instead…" he trailed off, and I could see him try to look innocent. Of course, it only made him look less innocent when I thought of how naïve I must have looked compared to him. "Any ideas Ernst?" He made me feel like a student in his classroom. My mind suddenly fluttered to all the things he could teach me, all of them sinful but I yearned for them just the same. That scared me. My mind had never worked this way before, but Hanschen had already perverted my virtue.

"Time's up!" he brought me back to reality. "I'll answer for you. You will meet me at the vineyard at one o'clock tomorrow afternoon. You will tell your parents that I am helping you study. I'm sure they will not object to that, considering your…substandard grades. Bring your schoolbooks…we may get some studying done." I could hardly comprehend what he had just said. More time with Hanschen…it was a dream come true. I nodded enthusiastically.

"Perfect," he nearly growled. Keeping his arm around my waist, he used his free hand to grab mine and helped me stand. I looked around, suddenly aware of the world around us. I had forgotten that anyone or anything else existed. I could see the sun setting on the horizon, and I knew I had to get home.

We walked hand in hand until we reached the fork in the road where we both knew we needed to separate. I sighed when we paused, and looked out at the horizon once more, trying to will the sun back up. Hanschen surprised me with a kiss goodbye, and what was more surprising was the gentle way he kissed me. I kissed him back with fervor, surprised at my courage. When he broke away he smiled, possibly as impressed as I was with myself.

"Until tomorrow," he stroked my cheek, and then he was off. I watched him go until he was far into the distance before I went on my own way. There was no way I could wait that many seconds, knowing that already each one was painful, so I predicted that I would dream of Hanschen that night. And every night after. I had never been more right in my life.