And yes, this would be the next chapter after barely a couple hours. What can I say, this story is practically writing itself! This chapter has a little bit more plot than the other one, along with a lot more relationship! The relationship here is "Quartie" or Quinn/Artie, which I honestly think is a really cute idea even though it's barely even mentioned in canon. Oh well. This story does what it wants. Characters are OOC, very OOC.

Disclaimer: Tisn't mine.

"What the hell are you doing here? Don't you have finals next week?" Santana asked, surprised to see Quinn at the bar where she was working.

"I do, but Puck called me, he said he needed me for something related to the club," Quinn said, "But while I'm here…"

"Yeah, yeah, a Long Island iced tea. Pansy-ass drink if you ask me," Santana grumbled.

"Shut up, we know how you feel about drinking," Quinn retorted, sticking her tongue out at her friend.

"Wow, real mature. Who could figure out that you're the manager of this fine establishment?" Santana fired back.

"Whatever, can I just have my drink?" Quinn answered.

"Sure," Santana said cheerily, "Sam! Make Quinn her usual!" she yelled down to her colleague, best friend, roommate and occasional boyfriend.

"Why don't you make it?!" he called back.

"Cuz I don't fucking feel like it, just make it or no sex for you!" Santana threatened Sam, who had walked to where the two girls were talking.

"You can't cut off sex, we aren't dating! Or are we?" Sam said, suddenly unsure of himself. If he had forgotten that he and Santana were dating, he was in for a meeting with the razor blades in her hair.

"No we aren't, I just wanted to fuck with you Trouty Mouth," Santana grinned.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Sam groaned.

"Yeah, say it a little louder," Santana leered at the blonde guy.

Quinn rolled her eyes at the two's antics, "Am I going to get my drink, or are you two going to have sex on the bar?"

"Haven't decided yet," Santana quipped, before pushing Sam to go make Quinn's drink. He brought it back and Quinn left to go upstairs to the business offices. Santana felt her phone buzz in her bra and she pulled it out.

What was the meaning of your text the other day? -Quinn

Which one? –Santana

Fwd: After my mom met Tanner, she literally turned and said "he's from old money, top of his class at Emory, already has doctors courting him for jobs and judging from your vocal performance the other night, he's gifted in bed. Fake a pregnancy right now" I come from her. Holy hell. –Santana: -Quinn

Oh yeah, that. I had been dating this guy for about a week and my mom was in town and she insisted on meeting him so we went out to dinner and she said that. I typed it word for word. -Santana

Santana laughed, remembering that conversation with her mom.

So what happened to Tanner, because none of us have heard about him? And I thought we were best friends Sanny, why didn't you tell me? -Quinn

Oh calm your crazy Blondie, it was a short thing, he was from my business class and asked me out a couple times. We broke up because he was too clingy. He still calls me sometimes for a booty call, but I always say no or tell him to find another girl. -Santana

Wait, why do you say no to the booty call? Doesn't sound like you. -Quinn

Cause I wants my sleep, duh. -Santana

You are like the only girl I know who tells their booty call to go find another girl just cause you want more sleep. –Quinn

That doesn't count, I'm like the only girl you know who even has regular booty calls. Everyone else is in a relationship. –Santana

True. And I should probably stop texting and drinking before I walk into a wall. –Quinn

That'd be a good idea Blondie, you already got one nose job, you don't need another one. –Santana

Shut up Satan. I have to go and do actual work now. –Quinn

"Santana, stop texting! We have to work!" Sam told her firmly.

"Oh fine, I suppose I have to work. It's not like a lot of people are here anyways, it's only seven," Santana grumbled.

"Well, we have to at least look like we're working!" Sam told her, feeling like he was talking to a child.

"Whatever Sammy," Santana said, flipping her hair and putting on a beguiling smile, ready to welcome customers.

Upstairs, in the business offices, Quinn was meeting with Puck in his office.

"What now?"" Quinn asked, sitting down in the chair facing Puck's desk.

"We need to get more people here…" Puck groaned, "We're not making enough to make a really good profit"

"So have a special event or something," Quinn said, raising an eyebrow, "This is what you called me here for?"

"Yes and no, actually. Come with me," Puck said, getting up and pulling Quinn with him. He led her to the big conference room where they had employee meetings.

Turning to her he said, "You have to cover your eyes as we walk in, okay?"

Quinn nodded hesitantly and placed her hands over her eyes, trusting Puck to lead her.

"Open your eyes now," came the voice of her boyfriend. She opened her eyes to see Artie sitting in his wheelchair surrounded by rose petals. The room was dark with only a few candles burning. She gasped in shock and surprise.

"Lucy Quinn Fabray, you are the love of my life. Will you do me the honor of marrying me?" Artie asked her, holding out a blue velvet box with Tiffany & Co. engraved on it.

"Yes! Oh my God, yes!" Quinn screamed, running towards where Artie was waiting. She fell to her knees in front of him and began kissing him thoroughly. She pulled away from him and said, "I love you"

"I love you too, Quinn, and before we start kissing again, which I'm absolutely okay with, do you want your ring?" Artie said, smiling at his now-fiancée.

"Are you even asking me that? Of course I want it!" Quinn said, smiling so wide her face hurt. He opened the ring box and gently took out the band. Then, he took her hand and gently slid the ring onto her finger, looking into her eyes the whole time. It was a white gold band with a small, princess-cut diamond on it with two emeralds that almost perfectly matched Quinn's eyes on both sides. It was elegant, yet simple.

"Now we can start kissing again," Artie leered. Quinn laughed, but then stood up quickly, sat down in his lap, and began kissing him again.

And that would be the end of this chapter! I hope you laughed, or at least chuckled. The next chapter might take just a wee bit longer, only because I'm kinda sorta moving this weekend and my mom delegated all organizing to me. Oh well!

Prompts used:

After my mom met Tanner, she literally turned and said "he's from old money, top of his class at Emory, already has doctors courting him for jobs and judging from your vocal performance the other night, he's gifted in bed. Fake a pregnancy right now" I come from her. Holy hell. (404)

You are like the only girl I know who tells their booty call to go find another girl just cause you want more sleep. (859)

Bye!