Author's Note: Holy. Crap. First of all, lemme thank all of you awesomely awesome people who reviewed the first chapter of this story. Thanks so much! You're...awesomely awesome people! XD Seriously, I squeed for like two minutes straight from all the positive feedback. Unfortunately, I don't feel that this next chapter is a good follow-up. Don't worry, I'll update soon and give you all something better to read...
LIBRARY ESCAPADES
Setting down her textbook, Quinn decided that she needed a break. Her keen eyes swept over the other tables of the PCA library, taking note that they were all bare and studentless. Who can blame them? Quinn thought miserably. Everyone just wants to hang out and have fun, not stay inside and repeatedly bash their skulls against a metaphoric wall…
"Urgh, I need to do this," she determinately said, straightening her posture. "I will pass that history mid-term with flying colors!" With that, she delved into her notes, comparing them with excerpts from the book.
Ten minutes later, Quinn found her eyes repeatedly drooping. She rested her head against the flat surface of the table and groaned with agony. "Theses dates are going to drive me nuts…" she mumbled, allowing her itching eyes to close at last.
As Quinn drifted in and out of consciousness, she became increasingly aware of a very sweet and familiar smell. She lifted her head a few inches and groggily thought, Is that…?
But as her vision cleared, she sat straight up in disbelief. "Logan?!"
"Hey, babe," he greeted, settling himself in the nearest seat. "I brought you something."
In a considerably happier mood, Quinn gave him a confused smile. "What? Oh, Logan, you didn't have to…" But she broke off as he silently presented her with a bouquet of bright yellow tulips.
"What are these for?" she breathlessly asked, as he pushed the flowers into her hands.
Logan shrugged. "I dunno. For being you?" He gave her a grin in return. "Plus, I haven't seen you around in awhile. You're always in the library, torturing yourself."
"I am not!" Quinn playfully argued, taking in the sweet aroma of the tulips. "I just…want to make sure I pass is all."
But she knew it was true. Almost every waking moment of the past three days was spent cramming more and more information in her brain, information concerning several wars, presidents, and peace agreements. It wasn't until then that Quinn realized she hadn't spent much time with Logan lately.
What's more was how she still found it strange that she wanted to spend time with him, but the truth was Logan made her so incredibly happy, and she enjoyed that. No matter how unexpected their relationship was, they both knew they had something here.
"I don't even know why you're worrying. You know everything!" Logan said, gesturing towards her schoolwork.
Quinn smiled as she laid the flowers across her books. "Except history. I never found it too useful. I mean, who needs history? I don't; I'm a scientist. Formations of countries, emperors, indigenous groups of the United States? History is pointless to me! It also makes my head hurt." She stubbornly crossed her arms.
He gave a laugh, unable to take his eyes off of her. "Maybe this'll make you feel better," Logan said, his voice softening as he leaned inward, giving her a gentle kiss.
It only lasted a few seconds, but Quinn marveled at the fact that Logan was somehow able to erase all of the worries from her brain in an instant. When she kissed him, it was like the rest of the world just melted away. "Mmm… I dunno if I I'm fully cured just yet," she said, a devious smile across her face.
Picking up on her hint, Logan wasted no time in recapturing her lips. The couple spent the next several minutes tangled up in each other, and it would have lasted even longer if Quinn had not suddenly pulled back, gasping.
"Oh, my God!" she cried, suddenly remembering her situation. "What time is it?"
"Uh, one twenty-three," Logan uncertainly answered, checking his watch. "Why?"
Quinn shrieked, jumping up from the table. "I need to go take my history mid-term!" She attempted to gather up all of her books, note cards and papers, but failed and settled on taking her backpack and a pencil instead.
"TalktoyoulaterpromiseBYE!" Quinn babbled, dashing out of the library and leaving Logan to wonder what she had actually said, but it wasn't long before she came racing back into view, giving him one last kiss. "I love you," she shyly said before reversing herself once more and hightailing it to her history class.
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An hour and a half later, Quinn strolled the walks of the campus, a certain bounce in her step. She had just exited her history class and could only focus on the fact that she had aced the mid-term. Not a single question was left blank as Quinn recalled basically everything she had studied.
I win, Quinn gleefully thought as she entered her dorm building. Take that, history!
Weaving through the hallways, she couldn't help but think of Logan and his utter sweetness. I didn't even think he would remember, she said to herself, referring to the yellow tulips.
Quinn came to a sudden stop in front of her dorm room, remembering that in her hurry to get to class, she hadn't been able to take the flowers from the library table. Her shoulders slumped. Oh, I am the worst! She quickly turned and began to head in the direction of the library in hopes that the tulips would still be there.
But before she could get any farther, the dorm room door opened to reveal the one and only Zoey Brooks. "Quinn, hey! C'mere for a second." With a smile, the blonde pulled Quinn into their dorm room, ignoring all protests.
Lola Martinez was also present and much to Quinn's surprise, she was currently handling the very same yellow tulips. The only difference now was that they had been put into a glass vase. "Heya, Quinn. Do you know where these came from?" She held up the flowers, her face expectant.
"Uh, no," Quinn said, nervously placing her backpack on the floor. "Where did you find them?"
Zoey shrugged, striding over to Lola. "They were just sitting in this vase on the table. We don't know how they got here."
"We thought they were yours," Lola commented, placing them on the table once more. "These are your favorite, right?"
Quinn frighteningly moved her eyes between her two roommates, knowing that she and Logan could possibly be exposed. Devising a quick plan, she stepped forward, tightly hugging the two girls. "Oh, you guys! I know what's going on here!"
"Uh…what?" Zoey said, confusingly accepting Quinn's embrace.
"Yeah, what?" Lola added, looking just as bewildered as Zoey.
Quinn stepped back and righted herself. "You don't have to pretend anymore! I know you guys bought those flowers for me because I've been stressing so much this week. Aw, I love you guys!" She pulled the two girls into another loving hold.
Over Quinn's shoulders, Zoey and Lola exchanged a look of utter perplexity.
"But we didn't—"
"Quinn, you're—"
But Quinn wasn't listening anymore. She had already settled herself on the couch, leaning forward to take in the flowers' scent for a second time. Another image of Logan crossed her mind and she grinned widely, knowing that she was so lucky to have him and that she had salvaged their secret for yet another day.
The OTHER Author's Note: Yeah, I know we all find it hard to believe that Quinn would have academic trouble, but she's gotta have a weakness somewhere, right? (silence) Eh... So anyways, I felt that Logan and Quinn deserved some more sweet fluffiness in between "Walk-A-Thon" and "Vince is Back" (which is when this takes place, BTW), hence the flowers. It actually took me about three rewrites to get all of this down and satisfactory enough to post. Blergh.
Okay, so that's the end of this A/N. Review honestly. :)
-Sin
