A/N: I'm sitting in the library, and I'm bored out of my mind. Speaking of which, is spitting out crazy ideas…I swear. So, my friend has been nagging me to write this since he's such a Quinn fan. So, this story is for him.

I thought it would be different to write about a different pairing. Change is good, right?

Like A Chameleon

Red Shirt, Red Cheeks

She sat in her dorm/lab just wondering.

The brunette did that a lot lately, lately equalling over a span of seven days. She usually turned to science for some kind of cure…some kind of solution, but even that didn't seem to satisfy her. How could one person be so complex, but so simple to read?

She had spent countless nights just trying to figure it out.

"God, why is this so hard?" she asked, as she took off her glasses and rubbed her tired eyes. Her jealously of Maria forced her to break up with Mark, but there was something missing.

Someone, perhaps?

Red

Monday morning she noticed him wear red. Red was his best colour, she would admit. It would contrast nicely with his tanned skin, and his obviously toned body, as the girls giggled while flirting with him. She could sit at the table and stare at the light brown sticky liquid in her cup, and took a small sip.

"You okay?"

The brunette looked up, the once distant look in her eyes disappearing.

"Yeah," she tried to smile. "Just mentally studying for that chemistry test…"

"You don't need to study," her friend laughed. "You'll ace it, like always. Well, I have to meet Lola, Chase and Michael for some last minute studying."

"Oh, that's fine… Have fun."

The blonde turned to leave, as the science genius redirected her line of vision. How convenient. It goes to that red shirt. It looked so good on him, it was almost ridiculous. That defied all of logical thinking and soon she began to ponder if some naturally looked better than others.

"Quinn!"

"Oh, huh? …what?" she asked, dazed. "What can I do for you, Zoey?"

"Nothing…it's just that you've been a bit spacey. You sure you're dealing with breaking up with Mark? I mean, you did date him for almost three years…"

A pang of sadness hit her as she played with a lock of her hair.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'll see you in class later, okay?"

Zoey smiled, and placed a hand on her friend's shoulder, "Okay, sure…"

She watched her friend leave and soon she couldn't see seen again. Still she pondered that question, how could one colour have so much effect? Quinn sighed, taking out a piece of paper and would thoroughly analyze this so she wouldn't risk insanity.

"Can Others Humans Look Better Than Others?" a familiar voice read from over Quinn's shoulders. He sat down and smirked, as she rolled her eyes. "I'll answer that for you. Yes. Other humans can look better than others. I'm living proof of that…"

She looked unamused by his answer, but it was unamusing and tried to keep a straight face to avoid laughing. Typical Logan Reese answer.

"Will there ever be a day in which your head will be downgraded to normal size?"

"In English that means…"

Quinn stood up, with her hands on her hips.

"You have a freakishly big head. Fix it," she clarified, with slight attitude in her voice.

"Ouch," he replied, faking hurt. "…you hurt me, Quinn. Right there."

Now, it was her turn to smirk, "Good, my job has been done."

Before another word was said, Logan reached her over and kissed on the cheek. Time stopped for her and that very moment, and when he moved away, PCA seemed normal around, but no words could come out of her mouth.

"See, Quinn. I have that affect on everyone," he pointed out, although in the back on his mind he wandered why on Earth he would do something so impulsive as to kiss Quinn…even if it was just a simple cheek kiss. His face grew into a cocky smile. "I leave them all speechless…"

She narrowed her eyes, and slung her bag over her shoulder.

"I've got a chemistry test to pass if you don't mind…" she said, breezing by him. Quinn stopped when she felt something gently grab her arm.

"You and me, both…"

Quinn gently yanked her arm out of his grasp, and walked off leaving him there. She was red hot with anger. How dare Logan group her with the likes of a bimbo looking for a 15-second fix! Quinn was nothing like that. As if. Like that shirt. That red shirt. Some people never changed. That was her conclusion, and for once she didn't need that analysis after all.

She hurried into the science building, making a left turn at towards the familiar science room.

"Ah, Ms. Pensky…how nice of you to join us," Mrs. Birdwell said, with an undertone of annoyance.

"For the last time, yes! My hair is naturally bushy!"

Quinn took the time to take her seat towards the front window.

"Are you sure? No chemicals, perms—"

"No, Mrs. Birdwell. I've have this since age five!"

After five minutes, Mrs. Birdwell spoke announcing another student's arrival.

"Ah, Mr. Reese. Take your seat, please. We're about to start…" the teacher said in the same annoyed tone, although Logan was her star pupil.

Lola leaned in whispering behind her, "Why were you so late? You're usually first one here."

Quinn sighed, If only she knew…

"I was just putting the finishing touches on one of my Quinnventions…" she lied, getting out her writing utensils. She would be done in ten…twenty minutes tops.

"Oh, ok," the blossoming actress complied, and turned her attention to Mrs. Birdwell.

Logan gave a lazy shrug as he took his seat beside Chase.

For that split second, as his brown eyes burned through her own, Quinn could only graze the place where Logan's lips had been on her face. She felt her cheeks go as red as Logan's shirt…

A/N: Here you go. My friend dared me to write a LoganxQuinn story. So, I did. I hate backing down from stuff. Hope you guys like it, even the majority are for DL. There will be at least ten colours I'm writing about.

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Next Colour: Green

-Erika