"Ok, just lie down on the bed, and prepare to be amazed."

Quinn raised an eyebrow, trying to hold back the laugh that threatened to escape her lips. She wasn't sure what he had planned, but she could only assume it would be something great. He usually made great plans.

She watched as he pulled out his iPhone, selecting some music, before setting it down on the nightstand.

"Ready?" he asked, as Quinn got comfortable on the bed. "No laughing, ok?"

Quinn wondered what he thought could make her laugh about the situation, when he started removing his sweater vest, swaying to the music.

"Wait, is this a strip tease?" she asked, as he tossed the vest aside, doing something that resembled...shimmying his shoulders, before he began slowly unbuttoning his shirt. She watched, slightly amused as his fingers fumbled with the many buttons on his shirt.

As Artie attempted to look sexy while undoing the buttons, he wished that he had picked something different to wear. But, of course, it was too late. He closed his eyes momentarily, and when he opened them, he spotted Quinn, hand over her mouth.

"Woman, this is supposed to be sexy! I said no laughing!" he said, feigning indignation as he tossed his shirt aside, revealing a white undershirt.

"It's taking too long," Quinn replied, grinning and biting her lip. "Faster, please," she added, grabbing his phone and changing the song to something a little more upbeat.

"Always with the demands! Sexiness cannot be rushed!" Artie said, hurrying to toss the undershirt aside, revealing his nicely defined chest and abs, before doing the same shimmying thing he'd done with his shoulders earlier.

"Pants," Quinn demanded, with a flick of her wrist. "Come on, I haven't got all day! You should definitely do that on the bed, lying next to me."

This time it was Artie biting back his laughter, as he quickly took off his shoes, and then quickly got ready and transferred himself to the bed.

"How about a little help?" he asked, once he was situated there.

"You promise me something sexy, and then you want me to work for it?" Quinn asked, sitting up a little, and fingering the buckle on his belt. "What's in it for me?"

"You get the shock and awe of the Abrams experience," Artie joked, reaching down, as they undid the belt together.

"Shock and awe…right," Quinn said, looking even more amused as she ran a hand up his chest.

Before either of them knew it, the pants were off, leaving him lying there in only his boxers and socks.

"You wore Star Wars boxers to the strip tease?" Quinn asked, looking down.

"Stop calling it that!" Artie said, his cheeks suddenly growing hot.

"What?" Quinn murmured, moving closer, and placing a light kiss on his chest. "Isn't that what this is? My own personal sexy show, by my own personal sexy and adorable hottie?" she asked, kissing up his chest to his neck.

"Well, when you put it like that-" Artie started, cut off by a particularly forceful kiss.

"You are seriously the hottest ever," Quinn murmured, in between kisses. "What happens now?"

Artie looked her up and down for a moment, noticing she was still fully clothed. He grinned.

"Now it's your turn."

A/N: This was written for day 6 of Quartie Week on Tumblr (quartieweek . tumblr . com). The topic was, of course, sexy Quartie!