A/N I found my old Ipod yesterday and came across some of Taylor Swift's old music and got inspired. John and Sherlock are in University and Sherlock plays the guitar at a pub. I wrote Mary as a bitch because I hate her lol. Enjoy <3

"John, why are we here?" Mary was complaining again as John ordered their drinks. He rolled his eyes and glanced around the small bar.

"I told you, Sherlock is singing here tonight and I promised we would come support him." Mary grumbled and pulled out her phone, no doubt texting her friends about how bored she was.

"I really don't know why you are friends with him. He's weird. I heard he keeps body parts in his fridge."

"Mary, leave him alone. He's just different, that's all." John and Sherlock shared a flat since their first day at the college and had become inseparable almost instantly. No one really cared for the brilliant young man, his anti-social tendencies causing him to rub people up the wrong way. John liked him though, finding his mind and strange tendencies to be rather amusing and endearing.

"He's weird." She stated again, sounding more than a little bored. The waitress arrived with their drinks and John scanned the crowed while he sipped his beer. He glanced towards the stage and caught sight of a familiar head of curls peaking around the curtain. He grinned and waved, but Sherlock must not have seen him because he simply tucked his head back behind the curtain. John pulled out his phone and sent the younger boy a text.

Hey Superstar – JW

Why is it I still experience nerves before preforming? – SH

It's illogical – SH

I have been doing this for far too long to still experience such base emotions – SH

Why would you call me Superstar? – SH

John chuckled, he was always surprised how fast his friend could text.

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that you are human? – JW

Because the bar is filled with people that knew you were playing tonight and came to hear you, that makes you a Superstar – JW

I thought you said I was a vampire? – SH

They aren't here because they like my music, they are here to see if I can really function outside the lab – SH

I'm here because I like your music 😉 – JW

For shame Mr. Watson, flirting with me while your girlfriend sits beside you – SH

Something tells me she really won't notice. I didn't think you saw us out here – JW

I didn't, I just assumed you would drag her along – SH

What makes you think I had to drag her? – JW

She hates me – SH

Don't deny it – SH

You can't even effectively lie over text – SH

I must go – SH

The curtain rises – SH

Good luck Superstar 😉 – JW

The lights in the bar dimmed and John grinned as he watched the red curtain lift from the floor, revealing his lanky friend, propped against a stool with a stunning black guitar in his lap. He looked like he belonged up there, dressed in his usual too-tight jeans and deep purple t-shirt. His already pale skin looking ethereal under the stage lights. He introduced himself and started playing, his first few songs being covers of some of the more popular tunes on the radio. John loved hearing Sherlock sing, his deep voice adding a dark tone to everything he sang. Mary played on her phone through the entire show, causing a spark of annoyance to light in John's mind.

"My next song is for John Watson." John grinned when he heard Sherlock say his name. He raised his drink to his friend and cheered, drawing a grin from his friend. "The only person in here that thinks I'm a Superstar." Sherlock winked and started playing a vaguely familiar song.

"Wow, that was gay as fuck." Mary whispered in John's ear. He shot a glare at her and turned his attention back to his flatmate.

You're on the phone with your girlfriend

She's upset

She's going off about something that you said

'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do

John felt his chest tightening as Sherlock started singing, what in the hell was he doing?

I'm in my room

It's a typical Tuesday night

I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like

And she'll never know your story like I do

"Wait, he dedicated this to you?" Mary was paying attention now, but John was too lost in Sherlock's appearance to respond. The younger man was staring directly at him, a light flush taking over his cheeks as he sang.

But she wears short skirts

I wear T-shirts

She's cheer captain

And I'm on the bleachers

Dreaming about the day when you wake up

And find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time

John couldn't help the grin that pulled at his lips. He used to have a crush on Sherlock during their first year, but Sherlock had shut down his advances within the first couple of days. He had said he was asexual and had no interest in dating. Then John had met Mary and they had been together since.

If you can see I'm the one who understands you

Been here all along so why can't you see

You belong with me

You belong with me

Mary was fuming, John could practically feel it coming off her in waves. Then Sherlock did the only thing he could have to make it worse. He turned his gaze to Mary and winked, a cheeky thing that sent her over the edge. She grabbed her purse and flipped the younger man off before turning to John.

"I wish you and your boyfriend all the best tonight. Tell him to get fucked, though I'm sure that is what he has planned for you both." She stormed out, leaving John blushing deeply at her words. Sherlock continued playing, a dark grin on his face as he watched her storm out.

Walkin' the streets with you and your worn-out jeans

I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be

Laughing on a park bench, thinking to myself

Hey isn't this easy?

John couldn't help but feel a little guilty about Mary, he pulled out his phone and sent her an apologetic message before turning his attention back to the man on stage.

And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town

I haven't seen it in a while since she brought you down

You say your fine

I know you better then that

Hey what you doing with a girl like that?

John grinned and blushed, Mary had never talked to him like that.

She wears high heels

I wear sneakers

She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers

Dreaming about the day when you wake up

And find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time

John was grinning like an idiot now, starting to hum along with the younger man.

Standing by and waiting at your back door

All this time how could you not know

Baby, you belong with me

You belong with me

He remembered all the times Sherlock had waited up for him after a late night out with the guys, or the time he heard John was having a rough week during summer vacation and drove out to his parent's house to bring him a beer. How could he not have seen?

Oh, I remember you drivin' to my house in the middle of the night

I'm the one who makes you laugh

When you know you're about to cry

I know your favorite songs

And you tell me about your dreams

I think I know where you belong

I think I know it's with me

Sherlock played through the chorus a few times before ending the song. He ended his set there and received a standing ovation, not surprisingly. John stood and made his way behind the stage, sneaking past the security when the man was distracted by a pair of breasts with a pretty blonde attached to them. He found the room they had placed Sherlock in and opened the door quietly, Sherlock was packing up his guitar and didn't appear to hear him come in.

"Hey Superstar." John said, catching the way Sherlock's shoulders tensed at his voice. "Were you just going to take off without saying hi?" Sherlock shrugged his shoulders and continued his task. "They loved you out there. Well, almost everyone loved you. I think Mary may have had a few issues with that last song." He chuckled nervously, licking his lip and rubbing the back of his neck. Sherlock huffed lightly at that, fiddling with the buckles on his guitar case.

"What did you think of the last song?" He sounded nervous, unwilling to turn around and look at his friend.

"I think I'm an idiot." John whispered, feeling embarrassed for not noticing things sooner. Sherlock spun around, shock filling his lovely face. He looked affronted that John would even say such a thing.

"That was not my intention-"

"I know it's not you git." John chuckled, stepping closer to the taller man. "I just mean that I should have seen- I-I should have- h-how long?" He seemed to lose control over his words as he looked at his friend, all the old feelings he had for his flatmate rushing back.

"Since you beat the daylights out of that Hope guy the day after we met."

"B-but you said-"

"I know what I said. I believed it to. I never thought I was feeling anything sexual about you, just attraction to your personality. That was until you met Mary, then I started having rather, interesting thoughts of you, and everything changed. I hated seeing you with her, but she was willing to give you everything you needed and I wasn't sure if I could give you any of that." John was shocked, he had let Sherlock suffer for so long and his flatmate had said nothing.

"Jesus Sherlock, why the hell didn't you say anything?" John stepped even closer to the younger man, wanting nothing more than to pull him close and snog him senseless. He knew that Sherlock was a virgin though and tended to get overwhelmed at physical contact, so he kept a bit of distance between them.

"John, you know I hate repeating myself-"

"Sherlock."

"Why are you scolding me? I just explained to you my reasoning behind not expressing my feelings, yet you still insisted on asking me-" John cut him off with a gentle kiss, unable to stop himself. He grinned at the expression on the younger man's face. "W-what about M-Mary?" He sounded breathless.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure she isn't talking to me anymore. Thanks for that by the way, she is going to tell the whole school that I am your groupie."

"I would apologize, but I am really not that sorry."

"So, you like the thought of people thinking I follow you backstage and let you shag me just because you are famous?" John lowered his voice into a sensual growl, the one he knew drove his former partners crazy. He could see the effect it had on the pale man, his eyes widening and lips parting as he sucked in a gentle gasp.

"As pleasing a thought as that is," Sherlock leaned down and brushed his lips against John's earlobe, sending a chill along the shorter man's spine. "I much prefer the thought of you taking me." John felt his knees go weak at those words.

"Fuck, Sherlock-"

"I do believe that is what I said."

"You are going to be the death of me Sherlock Holmes."

"Probably, but you will enjoy every second of it."

"Oh, god yes." John kissed him again, deeper this time. Sherlock was hesitant at first, but soon responded eagerly, his hands seemingly uncertain as to where to go. John chuckled and grabbed his wrists, placing Sherlock's wandering hands on his hips. Sherlock tightened his grip and pulled John closer, drawing moans from both men.

They were shocked apart by a knocking at the door. The manager informed them that the bar was closing and they had to leave. They left the bar, John holding Sherlock around the waist and Sherlock draping a long arm over his shoulder. They chatted and giggled as they walked. Sherlock swung his guitar case, and John made silly deductions about the people they passed.

John knew this was going to be a rough relationship, seeing as how one of them was an anti-social genius and the other was a flirtatious med student, but something told him it would be the best adventure he would ever experience.