Author's Note: A cookie to whoever can guess why I chose what I did for the eleventh day gift. :)

December - The Eleventh Day

Somehow, Quinn's mom had managed to get not only Christmas eve and Christmas day off but also Christmas eve eve, meaning that the Friday prior to Christmas Quinn got to spend the whole day shopping, baking pies and driving around looking at lights, after it became dark, with her mom.

It was a long day, starting at seven am and ending around midnight, but Quinn didn't mind. They were both giggling as they entered the home, late at night, Quinn grabbing her package on the way in. When her mom noticed the large box (the boxes had been growing ever larger as the days progressed), she asked, "Honey, you've been getting a lot of presents lately…do you have a secret admirer?"

Cheeks flushing, Quinn shook her head from side to side. "No, it's not like that. They're from Artie. I mean, he hasn't…hasn't told me that but I just know that they are." Feeling awkward all of a sudden, Quinn moved past her mom into the living room, setting the package on the coffee table. "It's like the twelve days of Christmas gifts but specified to me and my interests."

Studying her daughter's face in the blinking Christmas tree lights, Judy contemplated her response. "That's…probably the most roman- the sweetest thing I've ever heard. Artie must care an awful lot about you to go to such trouble to make your Christmas special."

Sinking to the couch, Quinn was quiet for a couple of minutes before speaking. "Of course he does, Mom. We're best friends. No one knows me the way that he does and…that's it. It's just…we're really good friends."

Hesitatingly, Judy said, "I know, dear." Rubbing her lips together, she thought she might say more but then decided it would probably not be for the best. "I'm tired, Quinny. I'll see you in the morning?"

Nodding, Quinn absentmindedly eyed her eleventh day gift, glad that she didn't have to open it in front of her mom. "Oh!" she called, right before her mom exited the room. "I'm going over to Artie's in the morning, to give him his gifts."

"Alright." Then, with a small smile, Judy left her daughter to present.

Biting down on her bottom lip, Quinn opened the box, laughing when she saw what was inside before even reading the note. Covering her mouth to stifle her laughter, Quinn found the note and skimmed it.

"On the eleventh day of Christmas…

…a true friend gave to Quinn, eleven small Hanson posters, because Quinn loves to mmbop, ten vitamin Cs, nine journals with her initials on them, eight stuffed penguins, seven colored shoelaces, six sheets of Lord of the Ring stickers, five snickerdoodles, four mini bags of scrap booking materials, three Reese's Peanut Butter cups, two hair ties and one red rose."

Taking her phone from her pocket, she texted, "OMG! LOL!"

A half an hour later, as Quinn was in bed, writing in one of her journals about the Hanson posters, Artie texted back, "…what?"

"LOL! Also, don't forget I'm coming over in the morning. :)"

"How could I forget?"

As a reply, Quinn typed, "Don't know…I might be forgettable."

"You? Never. ;)"

Softly smiling, Quinn sent a goodnight, receiving one in return several seconds later, then turned out her light and went to sleep.