Quinn and Spencer spent the next week getting to know each other. They'd gone out to eat quite a few times and just hung out. They both felt at ease and comfortable with each other. Everything was absolutely perfect, until exactly one week after moving in.

In the morning, Quinn felt horrible. Her chest hurt, she was burning up, and was unusually tired. She'd usually wake up feeling well rested and in a good mood. Lately, that hasn't been the case. It's been gradually getting worse.

Slowly, Quinn got up from her bed, wincing in pain. She walked to the bathroom and reached up to turn the shower on. The motion caused a pain to shoot through her chest. "Shit," she cried and bent over holding her chest. 'What the hell?' Quinn sat down on the closed toilet seat and calmed down. After a long debate with herself, she decided that it wouldn't hurt to get checked out by a doctor.

She slipped on some clean clothes and walked past Spencer's door. Maybe I should tell her I'm leaving, just in case she wakes up wondering where I am.. She knocked on the door and peeked her head in. There Spencer was, lying in bed, looking absolutely perfect. Her hair is tucked behind her ear and her face was slightly flushed with sleep. God, why is she so perfect? "Spencer," Quinn whispered. The girl slightly moved in her sleep. "Hey, Spencer," she spoke a little louder. Spencer slowly opened her eyes and found Quinn's.

"Oh, hey. What?" She spoke in a husky morning voice. It sent chills down Quinn's spine as she momentarily forgot the pain in her chest. She suddenly felt a sharp pain and clutched her hand over her chest, bringing herself out of her trance. "What? What's wrong? Are you ok?" Spencer sat up, feeling suddenly more awake.

"Actually, that's the thing. I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to run to the emergency room and get checked out. You know, in case you woke up," Quinn said as the stabbing pain subsided.

"Let me take you," Spencer stood from her bed and grabbed some clothes. Quinn was about to protest when Spencer looked up. "I have the final say. You may not be ok driving, so I will. Plus, I wouldn't let you go alone anyway." She ran to the bathroom to brush her teeth and slip the clothes on. "Let's go," Spencer said as she grabbed her keys and practically ran out the door. Even through the pain, Quinn couldn't help but notice how cute and protective Spencer is. Damn, I could get use to this.

Waiting in the waiting room was pure agony for Spencer. When Quinn's name was called, Spencer followed for moral support. Then, the doctor said that they'd have to do a few tests. It would take a few hours, so Spencer could go home. Of course, being the stubborn woman she is, she wouldn't.

To pass time, Spencer reorganized the magazines and children's books in the room: alphabetically, by color, and by reading level. Sure, she may have gotten a few strange looks, but what else is there to do? She had already reorganized her purse, wallet, and even cleaned out and updated the songs on her iPod. Finally, when Spencer has decided she'd cleaned enough, she sat back in a chair across from the hallway door. She needed to be able to see Quinn right when she was ready to leave.

"Hey," Spencer heard and looked up to see Quinn standing there with puffy, tired eyes. "You ready?" Her voice was quiet and sounded weak.

"Yeah," Spencer stood up and hugged her new blond friend. "Are you ok?"

"I don't really know. I just want to go home," Quinn hugged Spencer back. "And thank you."

"Don't worry about it. Let's go," Spencer looped her arm through Spencer's and led her to her car.

..

They walked into their apartment and headed to the living room. Spencer pulled Quinn to the couch and sat down next to her. "Do you want to talk about it?" Spencer asked as she absent-mindedly caressed the top of Quinn's hand with her thumb.

"I'm so scared." Quinn looked up at Spencer through her own watery eyes. "I'm so scared. The doctor, he found a lump. I- God I don't know how I never noticed it. He said it's most likely benign because of my age, but you never know. Even if it is, it could always cause other problems. Spencer, I'm so scared." She leaned into Spencer and cried. She sobbed until her breath evened out and she fell asleep. She felt safe in Spencer's arms. She never wanted to let go.

Spencer held the sleeping girl in her arms. "Hey, Quinn. Do you want to go to bed?" Spencer whispered. Quinn nuzzled her head deeper in Spencer's chest. "Can we just lie here? I'm too tired and you're comfy." Spencer giggled and lied down, letting Quinn lie against her.

"Ok, goodnight Quinn."

"Goodnight, Spencer."

..

Quinn woke up in Spencer's arms the next morning. God, Spencer is really comfortable. But, Quinn really needed to shower, considering she didn't yesterday. She carefully slipped out of Spencer's arms, both not to wake her up and to avoid her chest pain. When she got out of the shower, she smelled the lovely scent of coffee and pancakes. Quinn walked into the kitchen with a smile on her face. "You definitely didn't have to cook breakfast, Spence." Spencer looked up and smiled. Quinn hasn't called her that before.

"Well, I definitely wanted to." She set Quinn's plate and coffee mug across from her own. "Eat up," she smiled.

"Thank you," Quinn said shyly as she took her seat. "And thank you for yesterday."

"I told you, don't worry about it." Spencer waved her hand and took a bite of her pancake. "Speaking of, you fell asleep really fast last night. When are your test results coming?"

"In a week or so," Quinn put her fork down and took a drink of coffee. Spencer easily sensed her nervousness.

"Hey, it'll be ok. We'll just have fun until we get the results and go from there, ok?" Spencer reached her hand across the table and took Quinn's hand in her own.

"Ok," Quinn smiled and gave Spencer's hand a reassuring squeeze.