Going Back to Being Fearless (Taylor and Grant fic)

Priorities

   "Are you closing your eyes?" Grant asked Taylor.

   "Grant! Yes I am!" Taylor laughed. "Where are we?"

   "Well, you know that you're in Indiana," Grant told her.

   "Yeah, I know I'm in Indiana for Red, obviously. But where are you taking me?"

   "Just don't open your eyes yet! Besides, you're about to find out!" Grant said proudly. Taylor giggled and kept on walking being guided by Grant.

   "Are we backstage somewhere?" Taylor asked him.

   "You opened your eyes!" Grant shouted.

   "No I didn't!" Taylor protested. "I can just tell. It's sort of cold ... and our footsteps echo like we're walking in a concrete hallway! Plus it smells like paint and ... equipment."

   "You're too good, Taylor Swift," Grant joked. "But I'm still gonna make sure you don't peek."

   Taylor felt Grant's warm hand gently place itself over her eyelids. She smiled and her heartbeat grew more excited. She was here for the first part of Grant's so-called 'plan' to get her more like Taylor, and not Taylor Swift.

   "Are we close, at least?" Taylor wondered.

   "I guess you'll never know," Grant replied mysteriously. Taylor swatted his side.

   "Grant. You-you know I don't like haunted houses and scary pranks and stuff, right?" Taylor asked him nervously. Grant actually stopped walking and even though his hand was still over her eyes, she could tell he was facing her.

   "Taylor! I've known you for - gosh - how long? Too many years, Taylor. Years! I know that you hate scary things. Remember that time we went to Hollywood Horror Night?"

   Taylor laughed as they continued walking. She remembered that night a lot. She had clung to Grant like he was Life Support. It was actually really bonding, that night.

   "Are we there yet?" Taylor asked in her whiniest voice possible. She could feel that Grant had led her into a different room. And something told her that it was quite big.

   "Almost. Okay, now stand right here, and face like this," Grant instructed, holding her shoulders.

   He was so close to her and she felt like her knees were going weak. She noticed how tender Grant was around her. She could tell that he was really nervous if she was going to like his surprise or not. She immediately made up her mind to be really happy, no matter what happened. Unless it was a haunted house.

   "Ready?" Taylor asked softly.

   "Ready. Open your eyes," Grant replied.

   Taylor opened her eyes. She blinked a few times, and looked around. A big smile crept onto her face, and tears came into her eyes.

   "Grant!" she shouted. "We're on my first Fearless stage, aren't we?"

   Taylor had started her first Fearless show in Evansville, Indiana in Roberts Stadium, and she was standing on that exact stage right now. Grant was standing beside her, looking out into the empty chairs of the stadium.

   "Turn around," he whispered. Taylor gasped in anticipation and spun on her heel.

   Behind her was the stage set that she had used during her Fearless shows. The same backdrops, the same lights, and even the same band.

   "Guys!" Taylor laughed. "What are you all doing here?"

   Paul, Amos, and Caitlin were grinning from ear to ear, watching her reaction. Taylor shook her head, her tears seriously threatening to spill onto her cheeks.

   "Now, I don't know about you," Grant smiled, "but I think that this looks a lot like Taylor."

   He had walked over to a mannequin that had her purple sparkly dress that she had often used to sing 'The Way I Loved You'. Taylor turned speechless as she walked over to the dress, running her hands over the strings of beads.

   "I love you guys," Taylor choked. "You guys know me so well. And Grant and I were talking about the Halloween Horror Night, and I remember the times like that. I think I messed the entire band family time up. We never do that anymore. And so I'm sorry."

   The Agency smiled at her. Caitlin walked over and threw her arms around Taylor.

   "We all miss that," Caitlin said. "So how about from here on out, Thursday nights and no exceptions."

   "Done," Taylor grinned. She looked to the rest of the band.

   "I'm in," Amos nodded enthusiastically.

   "Me, too," Paul agreed. Taylor turned to Grant nervously, wondering why he hadn't responded yet. A wave of panic rode over her.

   "Oh, no! Isn't that your date night with Claire?" Taylor asked worriedly. "Oh, shoot!"

   "Hey," Grant said, walking over to Taylor and throwing an arm around her shoulders. "You're my number one priority, Tay. My vote's in, too."

   Taylor's heart just about exploded when she heard him say that. Her head was spinning and Caitlin and Amos were smiling at her specially.

   I'm his number one priority? Taylor thought excitedly. He thinks of me higher than Claire?

   She also noticed his arm around her. Taylor smiled and couldn't feel more happier about this moment.

   "Now, I would love to have a jam session right now, but Paul forgot the guitars," Amos told Taylor.

   "Hey, you were supposed to remind me!" Paul retorted. Amos opened his mouth to reply but Taylor shushed them, giggling.

   "It's fine, guys. Thank you so much for all of this. It means a lot," Taylor told them.

   They all simultaneously moved in for a group hug. And then Taylor knew that she had gotten a big part of herself back. Her band.