Author's Note: I rarely write conversation only fics. I hope this makes sense. Let me know if it doesn't and what I can do to help it make sense, should I write like fics like this in the future.
Written for the Quartie ficathon.
Locked In Together
"This is stupid."
"Just admit you're scared, Quinn."
"I'm not scared, Artie."
"We're in a haunted house…"
"I don't believe in ghosts."
"Locked in all night…"
"I want the thousands bucks."
"No lights except for our cell phones."
"And we get no service so I can't even call anyone or go online! Ugh!"
"Complainer."
"Shut up, you. I can't believe I let you talk me into this."
"Um…if I remember correctly, it was your idea."
"Technically, it was Puck's but fine, okay, whatever, I agreed to it…"
"Want me to hold you?"
"Don't wink at me like that, you. I'm not scared."
"A little."
"I am not!"
"Quinn, just come sit in my lap."
"Fine. But this is not because I'm scared but because you are comfy and I want to cuddle."
"What about a kiss?"
"Maybe."
"You know you want to kiss me."
"…I always want to kiss you."
"So do it already."
"…"
"…"
"Why'd you stop?"
"Did you hear that?"
"No…and Artie, that's not funny."
"Seriously, Quinn, I heard something."
"…liar."
"Listen."
"…"
"Did you hear it?"
"Um, yes. It's just…Puck. He's trying to freak us out because he doesn't want to give us the one thousand dollars."
"What if it's not?"
"Artie! Stop it! It is."
"How can you be sure?"
"I just am, okay?"
"Don't be angry, Quinn. I'm not trying to freak you out."
"Well, you kind of are…"
"Sorry…did that make you feel better?"
"One kiss isn't enough. Two would be even better."
"Oh, Quinn…that's - there it is again!"
"…oh my God."
"What?"
"Rachel just texted me. It's Puck."
"Ugh."
"He's so lame."
"Not as lame as you."
"Artie."
"I love it when you take that tone with me. It's hot."
"Artie."
"Keep doing it."
"Artie. Artie. Artie."
"It's not the same when I can hear you grinning."
"Hear me grinning?"
"Yup, Quinn, I can hear you grinning."
"You, Artie, are crazy. I think I'm going to kiss you now."
"Feel free. And just don't stop. Also, we're so going to get that money."
"Yes, we are. Now shut up and kiss me, Artie."
"Commencing to do so, Quinn."
"Commencing?"
"Less laughing and more kissing, you."
"…"
"It's not that funny."
"I just can't stop laughing now."
"Quinn!"
"Artie! That poking hurts!"
"Wimp."
"That hurt my feelings."
"When you pout, it's cute."
"When you pout, it's fake."
"That hurt my feelings."
"There's the pout…and why are we still talking about this? We should be making out to distract ourselves from being locked in this creepy house all night."
"Agreed. Let the kissing commencing."
"…don't make fun of me, woman."
"I'm not!"
"Are too!"
"Now who's keeping us from making out, Artie?"
"That'd be me. Okay…"
"Mmm…better."
"Mmm…so good."
