A/N: Thank you and hugs to everyone who has read and reviewed, and to sherlockian-of-the-shire for her editing and help! This is the final chapter, and I hope you all enjoy it!

They're sitting at their usual table near the back of the bar, laughing about something Scotty said, when Kirk stands up and announces that he has a song he's been dying to sing, and maybe they'll finally have it available as an option now that it's all over the radio. Spock elects to go with him to the front, and they head off, jabbering about current music and its shortcomings. Sulu shakes his head.

"Do they think they're being subtle?" he asks. "Because if so, then they're either blind or stupid."

Nyota laughs softly, her eyes sparkling. "They do. It's just a matter of time, though. They can't remain oblivious forever."

Bones grunts and shifts his beer to the other hand. "I've never seen Kirk this infatuated with anyone, not even the girl he was thinking about proposing to a few years back. He talks about Spock constantly. It's all Spock this and Spock that." He takes a swig of his beer. "Dammit, man, I'm a medical student, not a relationship counselor!"

Scotty nods, raising his scotch, and Chekov giggles into his hand.

"Shut up, guys, Jim's about to sing." Nyota elbows Scotty, and the table falls silent.
When Kirk gets on stage, he's more nervous than any of them have ever seen him, but he gives the group a curt nod and soft smile before beginning. In a strange shift from his usual style of music, he starts singing Come & Get It, and by the second stanza he finds his groove, but Nyota notices that his focus isn't the audience. In fact, it seem to be Spock's general location. When she realize this, she whispers to Scotty, who nudges Sulu, who talks to Chekov, who mentions it to Bones, who turns to Nyota for confirmation. She inclines her head, and Bones's eyes widen fractionally before darting to Jim and then to Spock. He is the first to notice Spock's expression, and he frantically gestures towards the edge of the stage.

Instead of looking confused, or stony, or even calculating, like they all expect, Spock looks...coy.

None of them see Spock dart off to the side, but all of them notice when Spock comes back after Kirk is done singing and briefly touches Jim's arm. The gesture, plus the words that accompany it, seem to have a calming effect on Jim, and he turns around to take Spock's earlier place facing the stage. Even though he looks less nervous than before, he is still tapping his hand against his leg and looking around the room instead of focusing on the stage, and it takes a moment for his friends to realize why from their spot in the rear of the bar.

Spock is on stage now, and he's looking right at Jim.

Jim Kirk is frantic. He knew he was taking a big risk with his last song, especially how he sang it; singers can generally tell when a song is aimed at them, and Spock is no exception. It had gone on long enough, though. The friendly touches and the constant texting and the chats about the future and the comparison charts of bands and the flirting. They had been skirting the edge of "something more" for too long, and Kirk had been about to burst with restrained emotion. Then he had heard that song on the radio driving back from Zach's house, and it had hit a chord, surprisingly. He had been debating singing it for two weeks now, until he had finally caved to his instincts.

He only hopes he made the right decision.

Spock is, well, relieved, as much as he hates to use the very emotional term. Communication is not his strength, he admits, but music is, and he has been attempting to determine a method of moving his relationship with Jim to the "next level" for two weeks, three days, and fifteen hours. Jim's obvious intent in the last song had opened up an avenue for Spock to return the communication in a format he is substantially more comfortable employing: singing.

He takes a deep breath, and commences.

It takes Scotty a moment to recognize the song, but when he does he understands what is happening. Both of his friends are singers, and that's how they speak about their thoughts and feelings, that's how they've always spoken, and Spock's choice of Clarity makes perfect sense in answer to Jim's choice of song. He doesn't say anything to the others, they'd freak out and spoil the moment, but he hides a smile behind his hand. If tonight doesn't snap them out of their illusion of "just friends", then nothing will.

When Spock exits the stage, Jim is waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs with a hug and a pat on the back. They weave their way back towards their friends, who gush about how raw and inspiring their performances were but refuse to make eye contact, and they laugh and order more drinks. The rest of the night is spent talking, joking, and sometimes singing, until they all bid farewell to the group, leaving Jim and Spock alone at the table.

"Come on, I'll walk you home," Jim offers, standing up and holding out a hand. "I think we have a few things to discuss, anyway."

Spock smiles and shakes his head, but takes the offered hand anyway. "Indeed we do, Jim. Indeed we do."

Kirk notices, as they walk out the door, that Spock still hasn't let go of his hand.

Nyota and Scotty giggle from their observation post outside the door when Spock and Jim walk by holding hands and engaged in what appears to be an enthralling discussion. Nyota makes a silent vow to call Spock in the morning and glean the details, and Scotty mentally promises to call Bones to tell him of the new developments. He'll be thrilled that "Jim and that hobgoblin have finally had an adult discussion like normal people".

Jim wakes up to a warm hand across his waist and his phone vibrating insistently on the nightstand. He almost drops it as he picks it up, but catches it before it decides to become acquainted with the carpet and answers on the third ring.

"Jesus, kid, where are you? I've been calling your apartment for the last hour and you haven't picked up!" Kirk winces. Bones sounds upset.

"What time is it, Bones?"

"You mean you aren't awake yet? It's nine am!"

"Well, I wasn't awake until you rudely interrupted my very nice dream, thank you."

Bones huffs. "Look, Jim, where are you? I'm worried."

Kirk covers a yawn with his hand and burrows closer to the warmth emanating from the other occupant of the bed. "At Spock's. After you all left the bar last night, we-" He's cut off by a bang and a loud curse.

"You mean to tell me you spent the night with Spock?" Bones is practically yelling by the end, and the arm around Kirk's waits tightens.

"Yes, I did, and if you have a problem with that I'd appreciate you telling me now," Kirk snaps. He has better things to do than listen to Bones whine. Apparently his friend can hear it in his voice, because McCoy gives a soft exhale and softens his tone.

"No, I don't have a problem with it. I'm glad you two finally grew some and admitted your feelings." Another exhale. "Are you really happy with him, Jim?"

Kirk smiles. "Yeah, Bones, I really am. Now stop worrying about me and go bug some other poor soul."

Bones laughs. "Ok, kid. Take care. And if you come complaining to me tomorrow with some STD-"

"Bye!" Kirk yells into the receiver, before hitting end and throwing his phone somewhere not within arm's reach.

The man behind him nuzzles a little closer and rests his chin on Kirk's shoulder. "How is the esteemable Leonard McCoy this morning?"

Jim laughs, a real laugh full of joy and light, and rolls over so he that he is face to face with Spock. "Grumpy as always, and a bit worried that I wasn't answering my apartment phone." He makes a face. "Though why he expects me to be awake at nine and answering my apartment phone is beyond my comprehension. If I'm up at nine, usually I'm out getting caffeine."

Spock's eyes glint with suppressed amusement, and he reaches over Jim to pick up his phone. He raises an eyebrow at the screen- Nyota appears to have heard the news- before Jim snatches the phone away to toss it halfway out the door. "You can check your texts later," he mumbles into Spock's shoulder. "I'm not planning on acknowledging the outside world until eleven at the earliest, and don't even point out that I already have by answering my phone; it was Bones, and he doesn't count." Spock hides his grin in Kirk's hair. "So I'm yours for a two whole hours."

"Fascinating," Spock replies, flipping them so that he's lying on top of Jim. "I might have a few ideas..."

After that night, Nyota notices, very little actually changes. They still talk constantly, they still meet for coffee, they still go out to karaoke night, and they still act infuriatingly oblivious. That's why they are so perfect for each other, she thinks while watching them sing a duet. They were friends from the beginning, and love hasn't altered their friendship.

Onstage, the two of them finish their song and wave to the audience before walking off and heading towards what has become their little group's table. They take a seat and fall easily into the good-natured teasing taking place.

Underneath the table, Spock slowly intertwines Kirk's hand with his own, and Jim gives Spock's hand a squeeze before turning back to their friends.