A/N Here is the second chapter!!!! a super cute, kinda awkward first date for our boys!!! Enjoy<3

John tugged nervously at his jacket sleeves, reaching up and pushing the doorbell. Sherlock's home was huge, and John couldn't help but feel slightly out of place standing on the front stoop.

It was his first date with Sherlock, three days after the boy had asked him out, and John was both nervous and excited. He had never taken another boy out before, much less someone as posh as Sherlock Holmes, and he didn't want to mess it up. Harry would probably kill him if he did.

The door swung open to reveal a kind-looking older lady, who grinned happily at John.

"Hello, I-I'm here for Sherlock-" The woman squealed gleefully at John and ushered him inside.

"Of course, you must be John! Oh, Sherlock has been so excited about tonight. Must have changed his shirt a thousand times." John blushed, smirking shyly. "And he certainly wasn't exaggerating about your good looks, was he?"

"Mrs. Hudson!" John flinched and looked up the stairs, his breath catching in his throat as his eyes landed on his date.

Sherlock was wearing a dark purple dress shirt and tight black slacks, the fabric clinging to his thin frame perfectly. He wasn't wearing a tie, but looked no less posh for it. His face was tinted with a dark blush and he was glaring at the woman, who tutted with amusement before scurrying off, leaving the teens alone in the foyer.

"I must apologize about Mrs. Hudson, she keeps forgetting her place." Sherlock glared back at the lady, still clearly embarrassed. "Housekeepers should speak when spoken to!"

"I'm not your housekeeper, I'm your God Mother, Silly Goose." Sherlock blushed again, huffing in irritation before descending the rest of the steps to stand before John.

It was awkward for a moment, neither boy knowing what to say.

"You uh- you look amazing tonight." John mumbled, blushing as he noticed Sherlock's own cheeks darkening at the compliment.

"S-So do you." Sherlock stared at the floor between them, shuffling his feet and fussing with the sleeves of his shirt.

"We should go, I uh- I made reservations at Angelo's-"

"Right, sorry." Sherlock mumbled, reaching for a long, black coat and grey-blue scarf before reaching past John to open the door.

John's heart jumped into his throat when he felt Sherlock's breath ghosting over his cheek and neck, and he fought the urge to kiss the boy. The fresh scent of lilac and sandalwood filled his nostrils and he caught sight of Sherlock's cheeks darkening again.

"It's uh- it's fine." John mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck nervously and smirking when Sherlock pulled away.

They left Sherlock's house, John opening the door of his mother's car for his date before climbing in the driver's seat.

When they arrived at the restaurant, the owner, an overly-friendly man named Angelo, gushed over the teens, even placing candles between them.

As the minutes passed, John became very aware of the fact that Sherlock was clearly not enjoying himself. The boy kept fidgeting in his seat and looked bored before the meal even arrived.

John's chest tightened in panic at the thought that he was boring the beautiful boy, and glanced around the restaurant, not seeing the owner. He reached across the table and grabbed Sherlock's hand, smirking mischievously at the confused boy.

"Hey, do you want to get out of here? I'm bored, and this place is stuffier than I thought." Sherlock's brow furrowed in confusion, but he nodded timidly. "Great, meet me outside, I'll settle the bill." Sherlock blinked for a moment before standing and grabbing for his coat and scarf.

John waited until Sherlock was outside before glancing around the room once more, still not seeing the owner. He grabbed his own jacket and stood, waiting until the only waitress was out of his way before bolting for the door.

He stumbled out onto the sidewalk, nearly colliding with Sherlock in his rush.

"John? What-" John gripped Sherlock's hand and grinned up at him, adrenaline flooding his veins.

"Run!" He laughed, tugging Sherlock's hand and racing away from the restaurant, the tall dancer in tow.

They ran through the streets of London, giggling like children and never releasing one another's hand.

They eventually stopped running when they reached an abandoned park, coming to rest under a large tree.

"What- what was that about?" Sherlock asked breathlessly, still grinning widely. John leaned against the tree, trying to calm his racing heart and laughed the adrenaline still racing through his veins.

"You looked bored, and I didn't want to disappoint you." John blushed, staring at the grass between his feet and kicking at the ground anxiously.

"I-I'm sorry." Sherlock mumbled, his voice soft and shaky. John looked up to find the boy glaring miserably at something in the distance.

"Why are you sorry? I'm the one that planned a boring date."

"The date was not boring John. I just tend to shut down when I get anxious. It's a defense mechanism." John watched the boy for a moment, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that Sherlock Bloody Holmes was his date.

He pushed off the tree, pulling his jacket off and hanging it on a low branch. Sherlock watched him curiously, remaining almost completely still as John pushed his shirt sleeves up and unbuttoned his collar.

"Well, the night's not over yet, let me make it up to you."

"You have nothing to make up for-"

"Uh-uh, no objections. Our first date is going to be the most memorable date you will ever go on, Tiny Dancer." Sherlock rolled his eyes and started removing his own coat and scarf, hanging them on the branch next to John's.

"Why do you call me that?" John smirked, shrugging and pulling out his cell phone, pulling up his music and selecting the song he had been thinking about since he met Sherlock.

"The song is about a ballerina, you're a ballerina, I like the song, and I like you." Sherlock blushed, smiling shyly at John. "Dance with me?" John asked, reaching out to Sherlock with a grin. "I'm no where near as good as you, but my dad taught me a few things before he bailed." Sherlock timidly took his hand, and John heard the taller boy gasp softly as he pulled him close and started swaying to the music.

When the chorus started, John sang along, slightly off key, and a touch too loud, but it made Sherlock giggle so he kept going. By the time the chorus ended, Sherlock was laughing loudly and shaking his head, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

John stopped singing, suddenly overwhelmed with the thought that Sherlock was there, dancing with him, beneath the stars. The beautiful dancer he had been crushing on was laughing and grinning because of him, and John was certain he had never seen a more stunning sight.

"What?" John blushed as he realized that he had stopped moving and was staring at Sherlock, who was now blushing and chewing on his bottom lip self-consciously. "I-Is something wrong?"

"No, nothing's wrong. I just can't get over how gorgeous you are." John stated truthfully, his heart racing as Sherlock's cheeks darkened further. "Can I- can I kiss you?" He whispered, smiling softly as Sherlock seemed to tense against him. "You can say no, that's fine-" His words were cut short by a timid press of lips against his own. It only lasted a moment, but it was sweet and perfect.

"S-Sorry, I-I- I don't- I'm not good at this." John smiled softly and leaned up, kissing the timid boy again, this one lasting a little longer, but still soft.

"Stop apologizing, I'm not that good at this either."

"At least you've done this before." John laughed, shrugging and leaning up for another light kiss. It wasn't untrue, John had a few girlfriends in his past, but none of them had gone past the first few dates.

John restarted his music and they danced some more, talking softly and stealing sweet kisses in the moonlight.

When John finally dropped Sherlock off at his home, it was nearly one O'clock in the morning, and the younger boy looked as though he was going to pass out in the passenger's seat.

"Goodnight Tiny Dancer. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Goodnight John. Thank you for an amazing night."