Author's Note: Second entry for the Quartie ficathon! Just a kind of silly and fun little piece. Review, please! :)

Based of the prompts: "Is that a UFO?" cotton, glue, sheep, burritos, home

Unidentified Flying Thing

It was such a nice night that Quinn and Artie decided to sit in the backyard, star gazing. They hadn't been outside long, cuddling on Artie's chair, when Artie pointed to the sky. "Is that a UFO?" he asked, eyes as big as saucers.

Glancing at the sky, Quinn shook her head. "I told you not to eat five of those burritos. They're making you delusional."

"I am not!" he protested, eyes scanning the star dotted heavens. "I really saw something."

Arching an eyebrow, she gazed at him, solemnly, for several seconds before saying, "You're just a sheep."

"I'm a what?" he asked.

In response, she baa-ed at him.

Pouting and crossing his arms over his chest, Artie turned his eyes away from her, clearly still searching for the supposed UFO.

Laughing, Quinn put her hands on his shoulders. "You've been hearing the stories for too long."

Frowning, Artie refused to look at her. "I'm not one of those crazies with cotton for brains, Quinn. I really saw something in the sky!"

Running her hands down his chest, she suggested, "Maybe it was a shooting star."

"Was not!" he insisted. "It was…something else."

Shrugging, Quinn leaned against his folded arms, smiling when he moved them to wrap around her. That's when she saw it. Something oblong and angular. Her mouth dropped open and she made several sputtering noises. "A-artie…" And then it was gone.

"What is it?" he snapped, obviously annoyed, either with her or with himself.

Whole body trembling, she turned to face him again. "Um…E.T. phone home?" she whispered.

Quirking his mouth, somewhat amused, he murmured, "You been sniffing the glue again?"

Narrowing her eyes and jutting out her bottom lip, Quinn glared. "That was not funny last month when I swore that glue stick smelled like lemons and it's not funny now! And for the record, I found out that it had really been soaking in lemon juice. Don't ask why. So I was right!"

Biting his top lip, so he wouldn't laugh, Artie nodded, shifting his eyes to the sky behind her. There it was again, this time dropping. Right into Artie's yard.

It hit the ground, nestling in the grass, surprisingly rather quietly.

Both teens stared at before moving to approach it. "That's what I was trying to say. I saw it, Artie."

Gulping, he rolled his chair across the grass, stopping just short of the…thing. "And that's how you chose to tell me? Referencing E.T.?"

"Um, yes." Bending at the waist, Quinn knocked on the thing, gasping and backing into Artie's chair when it opened.

Inside was a note, written in loopy handwriting. Taking the note, Artie read it out loud, huge eyes looking to Quinn when done.

Slightly shaking, Quinn grasped Artie's chair for support, whispering, "Oh my God, Artie. Oh my God…"