Author's Note: My first Glee fanfic. Hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN GLEE. If I did, this could've happened in the series.


"Make sure you get everything on the list. Be back as soon as you finish." my mom reminded me over the phone for the 3rd time since I got to the supermarket.

It wasn't even a long list. It was basically a scrap of paper with some of the ingredients she needs for my little brother Leon's birthday cake. Okay, he wasn't even little. He was just a year and a half (and a couple of days) younger than me.

Man, I'm such a nerd. All of the Math lessons we had at Dalton made me some kind of genius. But I'm barely in the top 30 of our class. In Dalton, excellent was average. I've considered transferring to get myself some credit, but I just can't leave the Warblers. I've auditioned 6 times before I got in and I'm not letting it go. Our brotherhood is just better than seeing my name on the honors list.

Now I sound like some cheesy memorial tribute. Snap out of it, Jeff!

"Hey," I heard someone call.

I turned to see a supermegafoxyawesomehot blonde girl around my age staring at me with a confused look on her face. Unlike other girls that were as gorgeous as her, the way she dressed was very wholesome and her hair was chin length. And those hazel eyes, I could just melt staring at them. Out of words, and breath, I blinked twice and stood straight up, only to hit my head on the shelf over my head.

She smiled at me, and continued. "Are you going to get that or not? You've been bending over that pack of flour for a while now. And I'm getting some strange thoughts…" she trailed off. Then I realized that I knew that face somewhere… "Well?" she asked.

I picked up the pack of flour and tossed it into my cart. "Umm… I guess I zoned out for a bit."

"I wonder what you were thinking of," she mumbled, glancing away after giving me a strange look one last time.

"See you around," I blurted. My palm covered my mouth in an instant, hoping that maybe I could stop myself from saying something stupid.

The girl stopped walking for a second, looked at me and nodded. "Sure."

I could've sworn she winked. Or maybe I was hallucinating. Good thing mom decided to make me a day student at Dalton instead. I couldn't imagine another night at the boarding houses there. A pillow wasn't enough to drown out their chaos. And I thought I was the crazy one.

Just as I pulled out a box of whatever I was getting that moment, the person in the other aisle was pulling out an item from the same place.

"So we meet again," the same girl quipped.

I stared at her a second from the empty space between us and blinked, failing to fight the urge to say, "I told you so." I bit my lip and felt a warmness creep up my cheeks.

"You are so weird," she commented, beginning to walk towards the end of the aisle. "Cute weird," she whispered, thinking I wouldn't hear.

My stomach started making backflips that moment. The voice inside my head started screaming, "YES!" Somehow, I thought it was logical to mentally yell "Shut up" to make it stop. But I didn't exactly say it in my mind…

"What?" the girl asked, meeting me at the end of the aisle.

"I-I'm sorry," I apologized, bowing like they do in those Asian dramas.

She laughed the most angelic laugh ever, "It's okay. You were probably talking to yourself."

"I was," I confirmed, unnecessarily, which made her laugh even more. I smiled awkwardly, and she left again. I spent the next few seconds staring at her short hair bounce every time she took a step. Please, Jeff, stop staring. It's rude and it is making you look like an idiot. I wonder if my jaw dropped earlier…

Three years of boarding at Dalton meant three years of not seeing girls except for those who came from Dalton's sister school, none of which I'm interested in. They were too absorbed in their private school girl life that they don't even have a life. And they had this creepy thing for Warblers. A pack of girls standing outside our dorm every night was absolutely… do they have a word to describe that? Creepy doesn't quite cut it. Three years of not seeing normal girls made me forget how to act in front of them. Not that I ever knew how.

I shook my head and looked at my list, then my cart. Well I don't need anything else. Better head for the counter. I shrugged and pushed my cart towards the lane that only had one person in line.

Huge mistake, I thought as I stopped behind the old woman. Her cart looked like she was buying a lifetime supply of everything, or as if she was preparing for a zombie apocalypse. This is going to take a millennium, I groaned while opening my wallet to get my money.

"Put your wallet away. It won't be your turn until at least, I don't know, 10 minutes before this place closes?" I heard a familiar, nasal voice say.

"You've got quite a sense of humor for a girl as pretty as you," I remarked without thinking. Trying to seem calm, I smiled and turned to her.

"We should really stop meeting like this," she said, checking her nails. Laughing softly, she bit her lip. "Hey, now I remember you," she said, pressing her finger to her temple then pointing at me, "I know I knew you from somewhere. You're from Dalton, aren't you?"

"Yep," I nodded. "And you're from McKinley High, right?"

She nodded. "So you're a Warbler…" her brow rose, a smile hiding at the corner of her lips.

"And you're in the New Directions…" I pointed out, wondering where this conversation is going. "How's Kurt?" Kurt – that's a great topic.

"He's fine… great, actually. Kurt's been missing you guys, though. Especially Blaine," she answered.

I chuckled. "I know. And it's like you couldn't pull them apart, even for a minute."

"Exactly," she agreed, "I've been trying to talk Kurt out of texting Blaine every minute. You have no idea how many times the teachers have caught him texting."

I took a quick glimpse at the huge pile of items at the counter then back at her. "Same thing happens with Blaine. Sometimes, he forgets to eat just worrying about Kurt and that Karofsky kid. Good thing he still studies and attends Warblers practice. I don't know what we'd do without him."

"You depend on Blaine's solos way too much," she commented. "I remember Kurt saying something about you not being Warblers, just 'Blaine and the Pips'. I think it's time you guys speak up. Kurt's back in McKinley and Blaine's is the only solo you'd be hearing for the next year… Wait, who'd replace Kurt?"

"They're looking for a new second soloist," I shrugged, "Well, Wes, David and a few others have graduated. Now it's all up to us upcoming seniors to look for new Warblers and to duel for the new second soloist."

"Oh," she said, the corner of her lips moving upward. It was like how you'd smile if you'd get an evil idea. "Why won't you try out for the second soloist?" she suggested. "I think you'd be great."

I shook my head. No way. "Oh no, I can't. I don't stand a chance. There's Nick, Trent, Thad…"

"…and then there's you." The girl smiled. A split second passed, she laughed. "I don't even know your name yet."

"Jeff Sterling," I said, holding out my right hand while using my left to place my items on the counter. The zombie apocalypse preparedness woman finally left.

"Quinn Fabray," she responded, taking my hand and shaking it gently. Wow her hands are soft, yet strong. And hey, is it weird that I paired her first name with my last name? Quinn Sterling doesn't sound that bad, does it? You're thinking too soon, Jeff. It's way too soon…

Our hands were still touching a second longer than socially accepted. I let go immediately when my stomach started doing those backflips again. My always present smile grew wider than usual. The cashier told me the amount I'm supposed to pay and I paid the exact amount. I always do that. No matter how long it takes. Call me crazy, but that's me. The cashier stared blankly at me for a while and deposited the money in the register. I grabbed the plastic bag the things I bought were put in and waited near the same cashier.

"You could go ahead you know," Quinn laughed, emptying her cart into the counter.

"I'd wait for you."

"Jeff," I love how she says my name, "I could carry these to my car by myself. You're too kind."

I shrugged and pouted. "Okay," I mumbled, dragging my feet towards the exit. If I go slowly enough, she could catch up. I thought.

Seconds later, I heard Quinn call my name again.

"Yes," I hissed. A grin took place of my pretend pout.

I could hear her feet tapping against the floor rather quickly. "Wait!"

When I turned around, I saw Quinn slipping on the floor right next to where I was. My first reaction was to catch her, the way they do in those movies. That's actually possible? I wondered.

"That's actually possible?" Quinn wondered the same question aloud. Her face was so close to mine, I could barely breathe. Or think. It was like my heart was going to pound out of my chest. My heart was actually beating against her… "Wow," she breathed as I helped her get up. My phone started ringing the same moment I caught my breath.

"I take dance," I responded before I pressed Answer on my phone. "You could go ahead," I mouthed.

"No, I'm going to wait for you," she mouthed back. Her mouth. Damn.

I smiled. "Mom,"

"Jeffrey Sheldon Sterling, why are you not home yet! It's been an hour, Jeffie!"

"Jeffie," Quinn scoffed, "And Sheldon?" She stifled laughter. My mom was yelling too loud that anyone within a meter's circumference could hear her.

I made a face and shrugged. "Mom, the line took a little too long. Please calm down. And," I checked my watch, "It's been 35 minutes, not an hour. I'm on my way home."

"Is that a girl I hear, Jeffie?"

"It's a friend, mom. Just saw her around the place."

"Is that why you took long? Is she pretty and smart? What do her parents do?"

"Mom, I told you, Quinn's just a friend." Wow that hurt my insides a little.

Quinn bowed her head so that her face would be covered by her hair. I could still hear her laughing.

"You mean Judy's daughter? Tell her to tell her mother that I said hi. Now please get home."

I pulled the phone away a second and groaned. "Fine, I'd tell her. Bye, mom. See you later. I love you."

"That's sweet," Quinn said sincerely. "I'd tell mom, don't worry."

"Didn't know our moms knew each other," I muttered.

"Can't wait 'til they tell us our childhood play date stories," Quinn said sarcastically.

I looked at her and smiled.

"You were right, I need help with these bags," she said and handed the biggest one to me.

I simply nodded and helped her out. "Quinn?"

"Yes, Jeffie?" she laughed.

"First of all, only you and my mom could call me that."

"So I'm the only exception?"

I laughed and sang the line you are the only exception and nodded. "You're the only one who knows. Please don't tell anyone else."

She nodded, "Hey, I told you you're a great singer."

"That was one line," I laughed.

Quinn opened the door to the back seat of her car and I handed her groceries, being careful that I don't mix them in with mine. "So what were you going to ask?"

I gulped. Am I really going to say this? "Are you busy tomorrow? It is summer and all…" I trailed off, squeezing my eyes shut. Please insert mental face-palm here.

"Are you trying to ask me out?" She asked, closing the door gently.

Am I? AM I? I put my hand against her car and sighed. "If you'd let me, then I guess I am." Stay calm, Jeff.

"Then it's a date." She said, opening her car door.

Putting my hand by my side, I walked towards her. "It's a date," I nodded. "Your number?" Wow Jeff, what a great way to ask for a girl's number. "Your number?" Seriously, Jeff?

She tore off a piece of her receipt and scribbled her number on it. I grabbed it between two of my fingers. I was expecting her to just get in her car, but instead, she leaned in and kissed my cheek. Holy cow. "It was great meeting you Jeff," she whispered. "I kind of like you already." This is a fudging dream.

Despite my attempts to blurt out a logical response, I was left dumbfounded and paralyzed by her touch. I put up my hand and my fingers closed into my palm one by one, watching her drive off. I just might be in love.

Oh fudge. "My car is parked at the other end of the parking lot," I realized. I ran out to find it immediately, clutching my groceries with one arm.


Will write more if I get reviews. :D Did I get Quinn right? Did I get Jeff right? Anybody liked it? I'd love some constructive criticism.