So incredibly sorry for the delay, old chums. Real life kicked in, and I had an AP U.S. History project due… Anyway, here's a fluffy little Chapter 2! : )

She's smiling at me.

We've been lingering in Breadsticks for a little over an hour, only stopping our slightly flirtatious conversation to order another plate of French fries. The red artificial leather of the booth we're sitting in sticks to my thighs and threatens to engulf my small frame. But, as I watch Quinn bring another crinkle-cut fry to her perfectly sculpted lips, I know there is nowhere else in the world I'd rather be. I lean forward, raising my arms so that my elbows rest on the faux-wood table that acts as the barrier between us.

I didn't know it was this easy to be with anyone. Quinn listens to my every word (even one of my rants about Santana and Brittany's inappropriate behavior in the back of the choir room) with a sort of twinkle in her hazel eyes. Every time I begin to think I've gone on too long, that sparkle lets me know that she's enjoying this. She's enjoying me.

"So, touch a jellyfish, or eat a bug?" Quinn says playfully, raising her eyebrows teasingly.

"Eat a bug," I chuckle while grinning at her. "I got stuck by a jellyfish when I was little, and the lifeguard made me urinate on myself to dull the pain. I've never been so embarrassed in my life."

"Oh, wow," she giggles, her laughter sonorous and dreamy. "That is pretty bad."

I fold my arms across my chest and smirk as Quinn strokes an imaginary beard to appear deep in thought.

"Alright… Eat raw octopus, or kiss a frog?"

"Kiss a frog, of course! Every fairy tale that involves kissing a frog always has a happy ending, and I do love happy endings."

She smiles tenderly at my answer, and lets her fingers weave diamond-shaped patterns from my elbow to my wrist and back again. A comfortable silence hangs between us as her eyes shine into mine. I wish I could just freeze this moment; just stay this way until the end of time. I want to discard those years of slushies, ridicule, and embarrassment that makes up the history between Quinn and I. I want to erase all of it, and trade it for this; just this moment of pure content and affection.

"It seems I'm no match for you, Rach," she admits in mock deflation. But in an instant, her blonde head pops up again, and her eyes glint with mischief. "But, I have one final question. Answer it honestly, and I'll let you drive wherever you want for the rest of the evening."

"Deal," I agree before crossing my legs underneath the table and bracing myself for her inquiry.

"Okay… Kiss a frog, or kiss me?"

My heart stops. My palms suddenly feel slippery, and my legs go numb. All of the sound in the restaurant falls away, like a television on mute. The world seems out of focus, and Quinn's flawless face is the only thing that isn't blurry. Her face holds a satisfied smirk, reminding me of the nature of her question. Surely she knows which answer I'll choose… She has to know. My adoration for her is so blatantly obvious, even Kurt has had to tell me to stop gaping at her when she walks down the hallways.

What would I say? Since the first time I saw her freshman year (and even despite the horrid acts of bullying that followed), I've dreamt of kissing her. Every night, she appears in my fantasies and allows me to taste the tepid velvet of her lips. And now, sitting in Lima's only decent restaurant with cheap carpeting beneath my feet, I have the chance to tell her.

But I can't.

"The frog," I almost choke out as if the words had been cutting off my airway.

Quinn's beautiful lips curl into a positively radiant smile.

"Final answer, Rach?"

She leans over the table, her face inches above mine. I can kiss her now if I want to. And I want to… so badly. My head reels, and my body feels bathed in flames as I catch a whiff of her sweet natural aroma.

"Final answer," I assure her as I try to slow my heartbeat. "I have an affinity for amphibians."

My apparent physical reaction makes Quinn's smile widen as she relaxes in the booth again.

"You know," she sighs thoughtfully, standing up to shake the crumbs off of her red Titans baby tee. "I believe I finally know what I want to do with my life."

My eyebrows crinkle to form a confused expression. "And what could that be, Quinn?"

She reaches into her jeans pocket to pull out her car keys and slides them to across the table to me before speaking again.

"I plan on completing the necessary training in order to become a full-time frog."

My heart squeezes as she throws me a wink while making her way to the front of the restaurant to pay.

Oh, no… I'm already falling.