Author: Coopster5000
Rating: R for language and sexual themes
Disclaimer: NOTHING LIKE EITHER SHOWS!

"She's going out with Willow? The Willow. The Willow who's boinked pretty much every girl in SunnyDale High," said Anya lying on Buffy's bed next to Buffy. "Twice!" she added as an after thought.

"Anya shut up!" hissed Buffy "if she finds that out, Tara will never go out with Willow and then we are royally screwed."

"I don't know about this Buffy," complained Anya. "I'm starting to have second thoughts."

"Anya you never have thought so just keep yourself together so we can do this,"

"But Buffy," she was cut off by a hand covering her mouth.

"Shh, she's coming," Buffy said as she flipped over onto her stomach and reached for a bottle of nail polish sitting on her night stand. "what color should I paint my toes?" she said in a louder voice that way Tara could hear the conversation from the hallway.

"Who gives a fuck nobody wants to see your gross crows feet," muttered Anya as she hugged Mr. Gordo to her torso.

"Anya my feet are not gross!"

"You keep telling yourself that," shot back Anya as she ducked a pillow that was aimed for her head.

"Hey Buffy do you mind if I use you phone?" asked Tara as she held up the cordless silver phone.

"Ooohhh, are you calling Willow?" teased Buffy.

"No, I'm gonna call my dad and tell him I'm sleeping here tonight." smirked the blonde.

"Yea yea what ever," Buffy waved her off so she could get back to her nail polish.

Once Tara left the room to make her phone call Anya turned back to Buffy to continue their argument. "You know sooner or later she's gonna find out that Good "Will" Hunting is not just a playfull nickname given to Rosenberg. She's not dumb. She's gonna figure out that Rosenberg has a thing for fucking the new girls at school. And she SURE AS HELL isn't going to like it when she finds out we're setting her up!"

"That's why she's not going to find out," smiled Buffy as she slid of her bed to go check the hallway.

"And how can you be so sure?" questioned Anya.

"Cause unlike the rest of the cheerleaders, we aren't complete retards. We're not going to fuck this up."

"Hold the phone! Willow's going on a date? The cherry popping Willow? The de-flowering Willow? The ..."

"Enough Xander, I get it," Willow droned out. "I fuck a lot ."

"But ...but this is huge!" shrieked Xander. "you never go on dates."

"That's why its called the bag and tag, not the bag and run," joked Spike as he took a puff of his cigarette.

"So when you going? Asked Faith as she walked up behind the group with a couple of beers.

"I don't know ... tomorrow around seven I think," said Willow as she took a chug of her beer.

"What about the gig?" questioned Xander. For some reason he seemed to be the only one nervous.

"Don't worry I'll be there... an so will she," she smirked as she finished off the rest of her beer.

"How do you know?" asked the dark haired boy.

"I just do."

Bronze 5:00 pm

Buffy, Tara, and Anya walk into the club and look around for a table. They spotted one in the back with a jacket and a few empty beer bottles but nobody was sitting there so they decided to take it. As they were making themselves comfortable the overhead lights started to dim down letting the crowd know that the band was getting ready to start.

"Are you mother fucker's ready to rock!" came the voice from the amplifier.

'see you already know the band is going to rock when they open up with an almighty curse word. Either that or their already drunk out of their minds.'

"You gotta be kidding," said Buffy as she placed her head on the beer splattered table top.

"What," questioned Tara not sure what was wrong with Buffy.

"You wanted to hear her sing" she clarified as she lifted her head. As she did so she caught a withering glare from the bleach blonde across the table .

Spike/Xander:
Yeah .... Yeah .... Yeah....

Willow:
She's a small town high school homecoming queen,
Only seventeen.
The kind of girl every boy would love to bring home, home
To mama on a diamond ring.
She's daddy's little baby, she's the apple of his eye.
And if he knew I took a bite,
He'd take back paradise.

She's my tainted angel.
My lovin' took her wings away.
She was made in heaven.
But the devil got his way.
She was pure as fallen snow,
But she melted just like ice.
When I took that little angel,
Put the fire in her eyes.

SPIKE/WILLOW:
My tainted angel, my tainted angel, angel.

WILLOW:
She was shy until I pulled down the blinds.
You know what I mean.

She let out a wicked laugh into the microphone letting everyone know exactly what she meant.

WILLOW:
Her love was like drivin' a brand new car.
She'd never gone so far, she was squeaky clean.
Well little miss perfection looks so candy apple sweet,
But underneaths' a woman who knows just what she needs.

SPIKE:
She's my tainted angel.

WILLOW:
My lovin' took her wings away.
She was made in heaven,
But the devil got his way.
She was pure as fallen snow,
But she melted just like ice.
When I took that little angel,
Put the fire in her eyes,

XANDER/SPIKE:
My tainted angel, my tainted angel, angel.

WILLOW:
Oh my angel,
Girl let's find a place where we can hide away.
And I'll whisper all the things that you don't dare to say.

XANDER/SPIKE:
Let's break away.

WILLOW:
She's my tainted angel,
My lovin' took her wings away.
She was made in heaven,
But the devil got his way.
She's my tainted angel,
Now she's got fire in her eyes.
She was made in heaven,
But in my arms, she melted just like ice.

"I don't care how many times I play this song it will always put a smile on my face. I mean I may be a tool an all but that bitch... that bitch deserved it! She had it coming to her from day one! So I guess for this to make sense to you I would have to tell you about this chick. Well it started in .... you know what I'll get to it later. Back to the story."

"Hey what are you doing here?" asked Willow.

"Hi. I came with Buffy and Anya."

"So I guess you heard my set," said Willow sheepishly.

"Yep," the blonde nodded her head. " I liked the first song."

"Yeah, well thanks. So where's the rest of your posse."

"Dancing.... With Spike and Xander."

"Oh well um would you like to dance or would you like to start our date early?"

"Hmm well actually your late to our date," Tara smiled as she looked at her watch.

"Okay how about dance our start our date fashionably late?"

"That's a tough one," smirked the blonde. Well would you care telling me what we are doing for our date," Grinning Willow grabbed Tara's hand and started walking towards the door.

"Come on."

"So where are we going?" Tara tried again.

"To the park," said Willow still holding Tara's hand.

"Isn't the park in the other direction?"

"Yep," Willow agreed still dragging the blonde. "but I got to go to my car first."

"You have a car!"

"A Camero. Don't get to excited though, it's a piece of crap," said Willow with a laugh. "get in we're gonna drive there."

Once at the park ground Willow got out of her car and went to go open Tara's door.

"Thank's," Tara said with a bashful blush.

"No prob," said Willow. Making her way to the trunk of the car she pulled out a basket and a blanket before walking back to Tara. "come on," she said taking her hand again.

Once inside the park Willow lead Tara to a giant tree and laid down the blanket. When Tara was seated Willow slowly sat down and started lighting candles that she pulled out from the basket. "it's kinda dark," she said sheepishly as she put her lighter back in her pocket.

"That's why they call it night," replied Tara jokingly.

"Well um I didn't know what you liked so I brought a shi.. salad, fruit bowl, and some sandwiches. So what would you like?"

"Well I'm a vegetarian so I'll have salad and fruit," she said as she grabbed a strawberry.

"Ok."

While they ate they asked each other questions about their childhood, friends, themselves, sports, and anything else that came to mine. Of course Willow how ever left out details of her 'friends, themselves, and anything else' questions.

Four hours later Willow glanced at her watch, "o wow it's late. I better take you home before your parents kill me for keeping you out so late." jumping to her feet willow helped the blonde up then they made quick work of putting the garbage in the basket and folding the blanket.

"So this is your house?"

"Yeps this is my house," Tara nodded.

"It's nice. Big" she clarified.

"Yeah... where do you live?"

"Oh um across town," Willow smiled feebly.

"Your not gonna get in trouble driving home so late are you?" Tara asked worried.

"Nah I should be fine," she said as she turned the engine off planning on walking Tara to her door. "so listen I had fun tonight and I was wondering since tomorrows Saturday and all if maybe you wanna go to the beech with me and my friends. You can bring your friends too if you want... not Cordelia! But... but um maybe we could hang?"

"O' my god did you just say that all in one breath," asked Tara amazed that the tiny redhead had the lung capacity to hold that much air.

"Yeah when I'm nervous I ten to babble."

"Why are you nervous," Tara asked with a crooked grin.

"Wha .... I ... uhh," she faltered.

Slowly Tara started to lean over her seat into Willow...

"Score one for the Willster!!"

...but before their lips could meet the front door opened and Mr. Maclay stepped outside.

"Tara! Tara is that you?" the older man yelled from the stoop.

"Never mind. Take that point away"

"So I guess I'll see you tomorrow... Around eleven?"

"Sure see you there. Bye Willow," with that Tara exited Willow's car and walked to her front door where her father was still standing.

Once the blonde was at her door Willow started up her car an put it in drive. Driving down the block, Willow didn't pull over until she got to the first stop sign. Removing her phone from her back pocket she punched in a number that was well remember.

"Dude! I am so fucking horny. Meet me at Hustlers." with that said she flipped her phone closed and pulled back out onto the road.