I sat up a little on the seat and looked out the dark window. Sure enough, we had arrived at Forks High where the dance would be taking place. We all got out of the car and Edward immediately took my hand in his. I squeezed it back affectionately and gave him a big smile.

I still couldn't get over everything that Rosalie and Alice had told me. But now that they did, I felt a little silly. There were so many clues the whole week that had just been staring me in the face, how could I have not figured out sooner that Edward was Gentleman?

But as I looked up at him, it didn't matter. I knew now, and that was all that I cared about. I took another moment to eye him appreciatively, admiring the fact that he had managed to match his outfit with mine. Wait? How did he know?

I narrowed my eyes a bit, trying to remember the exact conversation I had with him in the gym the day of our dance lessons. I was fairly sure I had mentioned my dress. So that meant he must have known beforehand what to wear…he knew it was me before tonight.

"Edward?" I asked tentatively, slowing my pace. "Did you know it was me before tonight?" I was pretty sure he did, but I wanted to make sure.

He looked taken aback by my question and he faltered for just a moment.

"Yes," he sighed. "I did." He gripped my hand tighter and tried to bring us back into stride with the others. But now I was curious, how did he find out?

"Edward?" I asked again, "How?" I slowed him down and looked straight into his eyes, willing him to tell me the truth. But the affect backfired on me, because once he turned to return my gaze, I felt myself slipping under the intensity of it. His ocher eyes bore into mine with such sincerity and desire that I had never felt from anyone before.

I knew before he even said anything that there was a slight blush on my cheeks.

He gave me a half smile and brought his hand up to brush it lightly against my skin.

"Your blush," he whispered, "It gave you away."

Blushing Beauty. But that didn't explain how he knew what to wear, and I told him so, well once I regained my composure. He bristled again and ran his hands through his hair.

"Maybe I was wrong," he admitted. "You can be pretty perceptive."

I was just about to open my mouth to find out more but we had reached the entrance to the school and had to buy our tickets. Edward immediately stilled my hand when I reached for my purse. Even though he had already spent so much money, I decided not to fight him. I didn't want to cause any more disturbances tonight. I was here with Edward and I just wanted to enjoy his company.

Emmett, Rose, Alice, and Jasper were waiting for us by the double doors that led into the gym. Emmett and Rose walked in first, and the rest of us followed closely after.

"Wow," I said softly, taking in all the decorations. It looked absolutely beautiful. Instead of being cheesy with red and white cut out hearts, the whole gym had a very intimate feel. There were small tables spread throughout the room, lit with candles and long tablecloths. The lights were dimmed and there were curtains on the walls, held together with golden tassels. And there were so many roses in the room that the whole place emanated an inviting flowery scent.

But the beauty of the room ended there.

As I took a better look at my surroundings I couldn't help but notice that almost everyone had a miserable scowl on their face. On one side of the gym stood the girls, huddled in small groups, talking furiously to their friends while gesturing to the other side of the gym where the boys stood. The boys also look dejected and miserable, leaning against the wall and eyeing the girls with contempt.

"Looks like the personals didn't work out well for everyone." Edward said as he bent down to whisper into my ear.

"Everyone else doesn't matter," I replied, letting him lead me to one of the only tables that seated six. But as I looked around the room, I did feel slightly bad for them. That could have been me, I thought with a shudder. If anyone else showed up at the door tonight, that would have been me.

The six of us took our seats and fell into a comfortable conversation. But it was hard not to notice all the curious stares we were getting from everyone in the room. Even though the two sides had begun to merge, groups of people were still throwing looks our way.

"God, can they be anymore obvious?" gestured Rosalie to the students. She made it sound as if she was annoyed, but I knew she was secretly relishing in the attention.

"They're just jealous," said Emmett. "Unhappily surprised by who their dates turned out to be."

"Speaking of surprised," I interrupted, suddenly remembering something from earlier. "Edward here already knew that it was me before he came to my house."

"Jasper knew too…that day in his room," added Alice, her eyes narrowing as if she was remembering something herself. Rosalie quickly added in her agreeance as she turned to Emmett.

All at once, the boys became very uncomfortable.

"Well there is only one irresistible blond in this high school," said Emmett with a wide grin. "It wasn't that hard to figure out."

Rosalie giggled and then whispered something in his ear, making his grin grow even wider. I guess she was going to accept that explanation, or she didn't really care how he had found out. I turned to see Jasper saying something to Alice making her laugh and place her hand on his heart.

I turned to Edward to hear his worthy explanation.

He wore a calm expression, and his body was angled so he was facing me. He tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear and bent down so our faces were only inches apart.

"I found out from Jessica," he whispered. I felt his sweet breath brush against my lips. I had to hold myself back from licking them, just to taste him.

"You did?" I asked incredulously. "She told you?"

"Not exactly," he replied, looking a bit uncomfortable.

I pondered that for a moment, trying to figure out exactly what he meant. Jessica was the one with all the information. She knew who everyone was. Maybe he snuck a look at her notes, maybe he heard her whisper to me the day she handed me my box number. It could have been a lot of things. But that was no longer the question on my mind. Now I was wondering why it was me he wanted to write to.

"Why did you want to write to me?" I said voicing my thoughts. I realized that it was a direct question and automatically became a little embarrassed. He didn't seem to mind. He took both of my hands in his own and lightly traced circles over my wrists.

"Bella," he said sincerely, "I've wanted to talk to you from the moment I first saw you."

I think he could tell I didn't believe him from the look on my face. First off, why would someone like him be interested in me? And secondly, before these past two weeks, he had completely ignored me. If someone asked me before this whole thing, I would have told them that there was no way the new kid even knew I existed.

"Bella it's true," he pushed, the intensity of his gaze becoming stronger. "I've never been remotely interested in anyone before, and then all the sudden I move here, and I see you. The attraction I felt…I feel…is unmatched. I have wanted to talk to you for so long, but I had to make sure it was safe…" he trailed off looking down.

"Safe?" I questioned, confused by his word choice.

He shook his head quickly.

"Just that you wouldn't reject me," he said, "That's why the personals seemed like a good idea. So you could get to know me first."

I tried to think of a scenario of where I would ever reject him, but none came to mind. I would tell him that, but that might be laying it on a bit too thick. Instead, I gave him my best reassuring smile, even though I was still unconvinced about his use of the word safe.

"Well, whatever the true reason. I'm glad you wrote me Edward, I really like you," I blushed, trying my best to keep eye contact as I said it.

I didn't notice as the gym filled up with people, because Edward and I were in our own little world. We sat talking about anything and everything, eyes locked on only each other. I had never gotten along with anyone this well, and he just understood me. My heart felt right.

"Bella?" a voice said from behind me. I jerked around to see Angela standing there smiling, arm and arm with Ben Cheney.

"Angela," I said happily, getting up to give her a hug. "Hey Ben, you guys look great."

"You too," she said, but immediately leaned in close. "So who was Gentleman?"

I blushed and moved out of the way so she could see. Edward stood up politely and held out his hand.

"That would be me," he said. "I'm Edward Cullen; it's very nice to meet you Angela. Hello Ben."

They both shook his hand. Angela looked a bit stunned. She turned to me and gave me a questioning glance. I shrugged in return, giggling a little.

"But if you'll excuse me, I'll be right back." Edward gave me a chaste kiss on the forehead and disappeared into the throng of students that had begun to congregate on the dance floor. I vaguely noticed that the others members of my table were already dancing.

"Edward Cullen," mused Angela. "How's that working out?" She gave me a concerned but warm smile.

How was it working out, I thought to myself.

"Perfectly," I told her. The only word that could be used to sum up what I was feeling. "And how about you?" I said eyeing Ben on her arm.

"Angela and I were writing to each other the whole time," said Ben, giving her arm an affectionate squeeze. Angela confirmed with a happy nod.

"That's great guys," I said genuinely. At least there was one other couple in here that had worked out well. I was glad that it was Angela. She definitely deserved to be happy.

I felt a hand on the small of my back and smiled. I turned, expecting to see Edward, but instead was met with Mike Newton.

"Hey Bells," he drawled, eyeing my dress. "You look hott."

"Thanks," I said awkwardly, worming away so we weren't touching.

"Where's your date?" he said as he looked around trying to spot someone near me. "What was his name again, Gentleman?"

"He's um…" I looked around, but Edward was still gone. I frowned wishing that he was here with me. "Here somewhere," I finally answered, turning back to face him.

"Can't find him huh? See, this whole personals ads thing was just a disaster," he began in a knowing voice. "My date turned out to be a complete embarrassment." He leaned in and grabbed my arm. "We should just stick to what we know," he leered into my ear.

"All I know is that you better let go of my date," said a dark but calm voice.

Mike immediately dropped by arm and looked past me at something over my shoulder.

"Cullen?" he said in disbelief, gazing back at me for confirmation.

"Edward," he corrected, stepping up and snaking his arm around my waist. Mike mouthed soundlessly for a moment then held up his hands in surrender.

"Sorry then," he said, glaring at the both of us. "I'll just be…over there."

And with that he crossed to the other side of the room, throwing dirty looks at us over his shoulder. I watched him go, amused.

"You're so beautiful," he said silkily into my ear. "I can't leave you alone for one second without someone trying to take my spot."

I turned around and latched my arms around his neck.

"There's not a chance of that," I told him honestly, resting my head against him.

"CHECK, CHECK ONE TWO, CHECK ONE TWO."

Never failing to ruin the moment, there was Jessica Stanley, once again bellowing into the microphone.

"It seems we have a special request this evening," she began in a vindictive voice. "Gentleman would like to dedicate a song to his date…Blushing Beauty."

I gasped and stared up at Edward.

"Dance with me?" he asked, holding out his hand. How could I refuse something like that? I hated dancing, but I remembered all too well what dancing with Edward had been like, and I eagerly took his hand.

The crowd on the dance floor parted for us. Mostly everyone was whispering, shocked looks on their faces. But I didn't care, all I saw was Edward.

The lights dimmed and Edward took me into his arms. We were now the only ones on the dance floor. But I wasn't nervous, even if we were being stared at. I felt so comfortable in his arms; it was nothing like I had ever felt before. Once the music began to play and I recognized the song, I felt the tears well up in my eyes.

There is something that I see

In the way you look at me

There's a smile, there's a truth, in your eyes

But in an unexpected way, on this unexpected day

Could it be, this is where I belong

It is you I have loved all along

Edward was bringing out emotions in me that I had never felt before, for anyone. Everything seemed so magical, and so right, and just so…much. I put my two hands on the side of his face, smiled up at him and couldn't help it as I silently sang along with the song.

There's no more mystery

It is finally clear to me

You're the home my heart searched for, so long

And it is you I have loved all along

He was unblinking as I held his face, looking at me with a look of utter intensity, almost sad. He turned his head and gave my palm a lingering kiss, but then pulled me flush against his body, and I heard him softly singing along with me.

There are times I ran to hide

Afraid to show the other side

Alone in the night in the night, without you

I kissed his ear, and sang softly into his ear, swaying with him on the spot.

But now I know just who you

And I know you hold my heart

Finally, this is where I belong

It is you I have loved all along

At this point, a lone tear had slid down my cheek, and Edward nuzzled the side of my face so it brushed onto his own. All the letters that we had written that week came back to me. It was Edward I had been falling in love with the whole time.

Over and over, I'm filled with emotion

Your love it rushes through my veins

And I am filled, with the sweetest devotion

As I look, into your perfect face

My arms were wrapped so tight around his neck that my muscles unclenched when I felt him move back to rest his forehead against mine.

"Bella," he whispered against my lips. I leaned forward and kissed the side of his mouth. I pulled back after a moment, but he quickly captured my lips before I could get very far. I fisted my hands into his hair and pressed against him. His lips were cold against my warm. We moved softly together in sync, matching each other movement for movement. Until I heard a wolf whistle call out loudly next to me.

He groaned softly and we broke apart, not happy about the interruption.

Emmett, Jasper, Rosalie, and Alice had joined us on the dance floor and were cheering us on. I looked up, but for only a second to give Alice and Rose a meaningful look. Alice giggled while Rose threw me a wink. We all turned back to our boys at the same time.

He brushed his lips back and forth against mine ever so lightly.

I smiled, and closed the distance, kissing him for the rest of the song.

He was such a Gentleman…he was so Edward…he was mine…my personal valentine.

Author's Note: Whew! Okay, well it IS the end of this story. I didn't want to drag it out (you know I'm big on that fact, lol) but I still will do a sequel! I have a couple ideas on it already, but I want to make sure I have an original storyline first. There are also a few more ideas I have running through my head, and I kind of want to get those out too! So look out for them! D

A HUGE gigantic thank you to all my reviewers, you guys are the ones that made me write so fast and get the chapters out. I really can't say enough how much I enjoyed your kind words and encouragement. And of course, another thank you to vjgm, who is an amazing author and helped me with this story and recommended it to others! Thank you to everyone for reading!! D And look out for the sequel!

P.s. – The song in here was Dana Glover – It is you I have loved.