Just the way you are

Quinn spent the better part of the week fussing with her hair. It was long, thick, and healthy but she wondered if it was time for a change. Maybe it was time for highlights or possibly an entire different color. Huck poked his head into her door. He had on his jacket, a satchel on his shoulder and a black duffle bag in his hands. Quinn looked down at her phone to look at the time, just as she feared it was late and she should have left hours ago.

"Your car fixed yet?"

"No, some dickbag took a baseball bat to my headlights, slit the tires, knocked in the windows and stuck a candy bar in the gas tank." Quinn said and frowned. "I could just catch a cab."

"Don't worry about it, I can drop you off." Huck said, he hadn't shifted nervously yet but she also hadn't answered the question, she just stared into space, twirling her hair around her finger as if he hadn't said a word, she was too busy thinking about what she would do to whoever decided to destroy her car. "Unless you're not comfortable with me-"

"No, no, it's fine. I just have other things on my mind." Quinn stood up slowly and stretched. "It'll just take me a few minutes to get ready." He leaned against the door frame waiting on her. It remained silent, outside of the sound of her boots sliding across the floor as she gathered her things.

"What was it?"

"What was what?"

"The things you were thinking about?" Huck asked, she reached on top of the bookshelf and grabbed what appeared to be a gun. She dropped it into her purse before moving back towards her desk.

"My hair..."

"What's wrong with it?" Huck asked, she hadn't changed or altered it anyway, or if she had he hadn't noticed and he knew that wasn't the case. He noticed everything about Quinn.

"Nothing is wrong with it but it could be time for a change, right? Maybe highlights, maybe a hair cut, or even shave it on the side." She said as she dug into her desk, Huck moved silently into the office, taking her leather jacket off the coat hook. "What do you think?"

"I... I think, I think that it's fine as it is." Huck said. "I think it's pretty, I think it's nice like that-"

"You know, Charlie liked me to wear my hair back in a ponytail? He even thought maybe I should get some blonde highlights."

"Well I'm not Charlie." Huck said, he was calm as he spoke but his body gave away how he really felt. His fist clenched and she could see his jaw tighten slightly.

"You don't think it's boring?"

"No, it's not boring. Nothing about you is boring..." Huck said and flashed a quick smile but it was gone before she could decipher it, she walked around the desk and he held out her jacket to her. "Your hair is fine, I promise."

"I think you just don't want me to change." She said, she shoved her arms into the leather jacket and flashed a self satisfied grin while passing him, she flipped the light switch as she passed through the door and he closed the door behind them.

"You've changed a little."

"What?" Quinn said, she slowed down her stride.

"You've changed a little bit." Huck said again, "You've killed a few people but you're still the same, you're still good underneath it all." Huck said and Quinn wasn't sure what to say. She hadn't expected him to say anything, she expected him to shrug his shoulders and stare down at the floor until she was ready. It was true that was guilty for baiting him by tossing Charlie's name out there but this wasn't what she expected. If Huck said it he meant it, there had been too many times in her life when he had remained silent when she desperately needed him to say something. Now he had finally been honest and she had nothing to say. Instead more questions formed in her mind, how could she possibly be the same after all of this happened? What slight changes had he seen and what did he see in her that she didn't already see in herself?

Author's Note: I've been in a slump when it comes to this ship. So I apologize in advance for the lack of...everything. This fic will probably be between 4k-6k and it's going to be six chapters. It's just a starter story to pull me out of my angst filled Huckleberry Quinn feels.