The Story Behind

Last Name

"Guys, I need help." Carrie stated breathlessly after running inside Hilary Lindsey's house for she was about 30 minutes late for the writing session, before plopping down the chair beside Luke Laird.

"What is it?" Hilary asked.

"Okay so something happened at the after party." Carrie began with her recap.

CMAs After Party~

It had been a long day for Carrie, red carpet, performance and everything, though she won. So it's all worth it.

"I'll be over there." Miranda told Carrie, before going over to her boyfriend Blake.

Carrie nodded smiling, though unsure of what to do alone. Her circle of friends had all left to dance with their man, and her? Single as new song out of an album and is now left alone.

She's just not the party-all-night kind of girl, she barely even go to clubs not just because of her busy schedule but because she doesn't really feel the atmosphere of clubs though right now she's about to celebrate her win, along with other artists.

"Hi." Someone sat beside her by the bar. "I'm Drew." The guy said holding out his hand.

Carrie smiled coyly. "Carrie." She shook Drew's hand. Nervousness rushing through her whole body. She isn't just that great around guys.

"Can I buy you a drink?" Drew asked.

Carrie shook her head. "I actually already kind of have a drink already." She answered taking a sip of the margarita, her fourth drink of the night.

"Oh sorry. I didn't notice." Drew laughed. "Was too caught up looking at your gorgeous face."

Carrie's face instantly turned red, she didn't know whether it was because of the heat in the club or her drink or the fact that some random guy called her 'gorgeous'. She looked down trying to hide her blushing face.

"So what does a gorgeous girl like you doing here?"

"Celebrating a win." Carrie smiled, looking back at the guy. That's when she noticed his eyes. They were as blue as an ocean. "I uh, I don't actually go to clubs. I basically just work all day." Carrie laughed nervously, hoping he didn't notice that she stopped talking for a while to just stare at his eyes.

"Oh, congratulions! You won for?" The guy laughed nervously. He's pretty sure Carrie's face looks familiar but he isn't sure where he had seen her.

"Female vocalist of the year." Carrie smiled coyly. She didn't know if the guy knows her and is just trying to play dumb.

"Oh, so i'm talking to Carrie Underwood!?" The guy exclaimed.

"Oh come on, it's just me." Carrie laughed. She can sense an awkward moment about to come.

Just then Miranda came back and sat beside her. "Hey girl." She greeted Carrie. "Met any guys?"

Carrie turned her head to the other side, excusing herself from Drew for a second, facing Miranda and just smiled. "Where's Blake?"

"With the guys." Miranda answered. Obvious she already had one too many drinks. "Anyway, just came to check on you." Miranda said rather fastly before standing up and disappearing from Carrie's sight.

"Sorry about that." Carrie bit her lip in embarrassment. She didn't know if she was daydreaming or if Drew is indeed leaning in. Shocked would be an understatement to describe what she felt when their lips met though she knew deep inside that she liked it.

When Carrie pulled away, Drew felt a slight twinge of embarrassment for doing what he had done. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have just done that." He just kissed Carrie Underwood, first he was hitting on her wiyhout knowing it was actually her and just seconds ago, he kissed her. He was already preparing himself for a slap on the face though what he received is a gorgeous, heart-capturing smile.

Carrie looked down again, attempting hide her crimson-hued face. "It's fine." She answered.

When the slow songs came Drew stood up, holding out his hand. "May I have this dance?"

Carrie smiled, taking Drew's hand. Drew lead her to the center the dance floor, and guided Carrie's hands to wrap around his nape, placing his on her waist.

"Have I told you how gorgeous you look?" Drew whispered on Carrie's ear, inhaling her coconut-y scent.

Carrie laughed, sure the guy is sweet. "Maybe once or twice."

The night progressed fast, they spent the whole night talking and dancing until it was time to go. "I had a really great time tonight." Drew smiled as they were walking out of the club.

"Me too." Carrie smiled.

"You wanna go out for a coffee some time?" Drew asked.

Carrie smiled. "Sure, that'd be great!"

"Here's my number." Drew said, handing Carrie his calling card. "Call me whenever you like."

"Okay." Carrie smiled. Before turning on her back and waving for the last before hopping on her car, instructing the driver to take her home.

"So, that was it?" Luke asked, arms crossed, brows creased.

"No!" Carrie answered. "Aside from the fact that I lost his number, I didn't kinda catch his last name." Carrie stated embarrassed.

"Jeez, you make out with someone you don't know the last name." Hilary laughed.

"Way to make me feel better, girl." Carrie said sarcastically.

"What do you wanna do now?" Luke asked.

Carrie shrugged. "I don't know. But you gotta help me find that guy." She said.

"Okay, but first, that sounds kinda amazing for a song." Hilary suggested.

"Wait, what?" Carrie questioned. "Isn't it kinda lame?"

"We're going to make it epic." Hilary winked. "Picture this. One girl at club, had one too many drinks, gets invited by a gorgeous guy for a dance. The night goes wild and fast in blur and somehow she ended up in Vegas, ring on her finger, head-pounding, seeing the guy in bed with her though she can't quite remember his last name, so girly sneaks out and drives back to where she lives. And there's that."

"That's actually a great idea!" Luke piped in.

"Okay." Carrie answered. "Then after, we are going to find out who this Drew guy is."

"Sure." Luke and Hilary said in unison.