"Idiota!" Taz murmured to herself, although she wasn't sure why exactly she was being quiet. After all, there was no-one else in her dorm. It was just her.

She was furious, absolutely fuming, that she had let her guard down in the test earlier that day. Obviously, it hadn't been the real Up who'd been shot; she should have known!

The real Up… Taz felt a note of panic inside of her. Now he'd know that she loved him. It'd be so obvious now. But… Part of her was relieved. It'd take a huge weight off of her chest, and maybe, just maybe, they could be together.

After muttering several Spanish curses to herself, she checked the time on her iPhone. 3:37AM. Dead God, if she didn't get to sleep soon, then she wouldn't be able to get up in the morning to board the Starship. But she wasn't tired at all. Well, Taz thought, there was no point in going to sleep now. No, she'd just do an 'all-nighter'. After all, she could probably get some sleep on the Starship.

A while afterwards, she found walking into the gym, flicking the lights on as she did so. The familiar surroundings set her angry mind at ease. This was her favourite place at the G.L.E.E HQ, and being here always calmed her down. Her dark eyes scanned the room, as she wondered what to do next. Weight lifting? Practicing using zappers?

In the end, Taz settled for practicing her fighting using a punching bag. Perhaps fighting without any real weapons wasn't the most useful skill she had learnt here, but it was her favourite. She'd had a strange love for getting into fights for as long as she could remember, so of course it was brilliant for her to learn how to master the skill properly.

Instantly, she began lashing out at the punching bag, taking out all of the anger that she'd felt about herself on it. Everything seemed to disappear, and all that mattered was the fight. In fact, Taz was so engrossed with the activity that she almost yelled out with shock when the lights turned on then off again. She thought that she must have flinched, at least, seeing as there was a chuckle from behind of her.

"Thought I had to get your attention somehow."

It was the last person that she wanted to see right now. "Up. What are jou doing up at dis time?"

"What're you doing up at this time?"

"Couldn't sleep."

Up smiled almost apologetically. "Nervous about tomorrow?"

"I-" Taz paused. If Up didn't realise the real reason for her being up this late, then she wasn't going to correct him. "Si, a little."

"Don't worry, Taz. Your test results were great. You got an A, even though I'm not really supposed to tell you yet." He grinned and winked at her, and she felt herself returning the grin without even having to think about it.

"Dat's good."

"Yeah." Up nodded, and paused for a moment before continuing. "There was something I wanted to ask about the exam, Taz…"

"Si?" Taz asked, trying to keep her face neutral looking, not showing the anxiety that she suddenly felt.

"Well, why did you just… Have an emotional breakdown near the end?"

"Emotional breakdown?" The small girl clenched her fists. That was the word that he was using to describe it?

"Well, uh, you know… You just started crying for no reason and stuff…" He looked really awkward, and part of her felt sorry for him. But most of her was angry.

"Escuchar, Up." Her eyes narrowed. "Jou know perfectly well why I was crying. And jou're happy about that, si?"

"Um…. Maybe just a little."

"Just a little?" Taz snorted in a very unladylike way. "Sí, suuuuure. Just admit it, Up. Jou… Jou love me, and jou're happy that I've finally shown that I love you too!" Her voice had risen to a shout. She was mad at Up, mad that he had the power to make her cry.

"Yeah, Taz, I do love you, and I am glad that you feel the same way! But I would never, ever want to make you cry!" There he was. There was the tough Up that she knew. His voice had become the same level as hers, and it was clear that he was getting annoyed too.

And before they both knew it, Taz had run up to her companion and given him a hug, although with her strength, it was almost like a tackle instead. Up looked surprised at first, but he wrapped his arms around her.

"I didn't meant to yell at jou, Up.." She muttered, her head buried in his chest. He gave a small laugh. "Don't worry about it, Taz."

"So…. What now?"

"What d'you mean?"

Taz rolled her eyes. "Estúpido. I mean, jou love me, I love jou, do we get together?"

"Well, I don't see why not…" Up shrugged.

"I was just thinking… Jou're 30. I'm 15."

Up's facial expression turned to a mixture of horrified, hurt, and angry, as he pulled away from her. "So this is what it's all about? I'm too old for you?"

"No, no, dat's not what I meant! Idiotas might get de wrong idea, dat's all!" Taz told him, in an almost pleading voice. But not quite. Taz didn't plead.

"But we don't care what they think! Right, Taz?" His eyes were desperate, and at that moment, the girl knew that she had to make a decision that could change her life. Be with the man she loved, with people possibly not agreeing with their relationship… Or decline the offer, and focus on her new job.

This felt like the biggest choice she'd ever had to make. Not even when she'd been with her mother had she felt like this.

"I-uh- Si, Up. We don't care."

And Taz slipped her tiny hand into her boyfriend's own large one.