Lighting the last candle, Artie finally blew out his match. He had been careful not to burn his fingers, because, well...he'd have to use those tonight. At least, he planned to. Artie rolled himself backward, taking in the setting. He and Quinn were both too poor to afford a night in a hotel room, and his roommate would conveniently be "out of town" the night of their one-year anniversary. Well, if you could have an anniversary when you were dating. Artie promised himself that one day, when they were both rich and famous, they could go anywhere at any time. But for now, they'd have to settle with his candlelit dorm room.

As long as the dorm advisor didn't find out.

They'd had this planned for a few weeks now, but things kept getting in the way. Quinn was called in to do a show for the actress she understudied in a play, Artie's roommate was always there...They just couldn't seem to get any time to themselves. But now, today, it was all Quinn and Artie. Q&A. And Artie couldn't seem to get the butterflies out of his stomach.

Mostly for what would be happening within the next half-hour, but also partly because he had some important news for her. He figured it would be the best way to set the mood. Artie was then snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a light knock on his door. He checked the lights, making sure he had the perfect atmosphere for his lady. He rolled over to the door, but hesitated. He'd spent all this time making sure the room looked okay, but what about him? He was what really mattered. Quickly, Artie turned to the mirror and tussled his hair. He'd kept himself neat rather than gone the "sex god" route with the ubuttoned shirts and messy hair because he knew Quinn liked his suspenders. Snapping them, using them to pull him to her, etc. Though, of course, he supposed he didn't need a shirt for suspenders...

Another sharp knock, and Artie opened the door. There Quinn stood, looking beautiful as ever. Her blonde bob was perfectly messy and her sundress looked the kind of sexy-classy-casual that Quinn was famous for. Artie was breathless, but mostly because he was taken aback by the fact that this was actually happening.

"Hey, stranger." Quinn smirked. That smirk.

"Well, if we're strangers, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever met. Nice to meet you, I'm Arthur Abrams." he tried to challenge her smirk with one of his own, but knew he wouldn't be able to pull it off the way she could. Quinn chuckled as she walked inside, playing along. Artie shut the door behind her.

She held a small coin purse over her shoulder, and pulled it off before taking a seat on Artie's lap.

"I'm sorry to tell you, Mr. Abrams, but I have a boyfriend. And he's cute," she began to trail an index finger over the back of Artie's hand, moving her mouth close to his ear, and playing with the sleeve of his shirt. ",and sexy, and a bit of a nerd, but..." she giggled,"...he's perfect. And all mine. All all mine." Quinn began kissing his jaw, moving down to his neck. Artie gulped as her playfulness fogged his mind. Why wouldn't they be able to dive right into it? Oh, right...he had news. Carefully, Artie took Quinn by the waist and gently nudged her away, earning an inquisitive eyebrow raise from the girl. Oh, that eyebrow.

"Wait." he chuckled at the impatient Quinn, "I have something to show you first." The eyebrow raised even higher. He shifted her body so that she was facing forward on his lap. Artie then rolled her toward the desk where his laptop sat, on the other side of the room. He reached his arms around her waist and pulled up the email. "Read it." he said nonchalantly.

He watched as Quinn propped her chin up on the palm of her hand before she began to read. "Sender...Andrew Lippa..." she turned backward to him, confused, "Where have I heard that name before?" Artie just gestured for her to keep reading. "Dear Mr. Abrams, I am glad to inform to you that I attended the Toronto Film Festival where I saw one of your films, The Prom Queen Massacre. You are truly a talent behind the camera," Quinn turned and gave him a wide-eyed grin. But still, Artie persisted that she went on. If she kept looking at him that way, it would make it hard for him to wait for all of this to be over with. ",and I would like to formally propose to you to, to ask if you would do me the honor of becoming the co-director of the film adaptation of my off-Broadway musical, The Wild Party." Quinn gave a gasp. She had starred in a production of that last semester, as Queenie. The cast had always joked around, singing 'Quinnie was a blonde'.

"Oh my God, Artie, that's fantastic!" she beamed, giving him a large kiss on the lips. She pulled back, laughing. Oh, just wait...Artie thought.

"That's not it," he chuckled at her enthusiasm. "I called up Mr. Lippa and he also saw you in Prom Queen, and well...I may have sent him footage of you in the show last year. He wants fresh newcomers and well..." The look on Quinn's face was in disbelief. She was mentally asking him, "Are you saying what I think you're saying?" "...Hello, Queenie." Quinn then stood off of his lap, pacing the floor of the room.

"I'm going to be in a movie." she stated, running a hand through her wavy tresses. "A big-budget Hollywood film. As the star. Co-directed by you." she was just making sure, and Artie found it adorable. She was fangirling. Artie nodded, validating her statements. "When is this going to be? Where?" she asked, still in disbelief.

Artie gave a chuckle. "Next summer. After graduation. Los Angeles, California." Quinn shook her head, in disbelief, then was officially unable to contain herself. She nearly jumped for joy. He'd never seen her so happy. Artie carefully maneuvered himself onto the bed, hands at his sides. As long as she was doing this, he may as well be comfortable.

"We're going to LA!" she shouted, putting both hands at the sides of her head. Then, as if with a sudden realization, her demeanor calmed. And she was back to the demure, sexy Quinn she'd been less than five minutes ago. Still beaming, Quinn took her steps toward Artie, and then with a swiftness, stradled his lap, her knees on either side of his thighs. Their faces were millimeters apart, and Quinn held his suspenders in her hands, pulling him even closer, to the point where their faces were nearly touching. "We're going to LA." she said again. Artie relished the seductive tone of her voice. He hadn't ever seen her so happy. And he was happy he could've been the one to do it. More than happy...honored. Their lips met in a heated passion, her hand cradling his neck. He ran a hand through her hair. He really could not believe this was actually happening...it was really happening.