Jeff made a sort of scoff sound as he listened to Blaine drown on and on to Nick, who happened to be too nice to say anything or walk away, about his fight with Kurt over the music for that upcoming Saturday.

"I mean, Kurt wants to do a classic, Broadway song but I think we should do something that is P!nk or Katy Perry..." Blaine said. He looked at Nick longingly. Jeff, and also Nick, had suddenly wished that he wasn't so nice. But Nick put on his concerned face because, deep down in his heart, Nick would never walk away from someone. No matter what the problem was, or how freakishly annoying they may have been.

"It sounds like me that you guys should find middle ground..." Nick suggested. Jeff coughed to hide a little 'oh please', he said. If Blaine heard him, he ignored him.

"How exactly do you suppose we do that?" Blaine said.

Nick opened his mouth, hopelessly looking for an answer and then he shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, Blaine, but honestly, I think, if you love Kurt, you'll do what he wants because you guys are obviously deeply and madly in love if you're even worried that something like this could hurt him. So, for the life of me, I've never been in love and I don't know what it's like but if I loved someone that much, I'd do whatever they wanted in a heartbeat because that's what you do for the one you love."

There was a pause. Then Nick said, "You would do anything. Come on, Jeff."

But Jeff was barely paying attention now. He was thinking long and hard on that topic. He was pretty sure he would do anything for Quinn to make her happy, to make her smile, to know that she was okay, to take away the hurt. Basically everything. But that had never crossed his mind as love.

Was love that feeling you got when you wanted to protect someone for the rest of your life and, even after they broke your heart, you were absolutely sure you would go back in a heartbeat because being hurt by that person over and over again is less painful than being with someone else. Being with anyone else. Was that what love was?

Because every time Jeff looked at Quinn, something connected inside of him. Something feels right. Love, had probably never occurred to him because he'd known Quinn for less than two weeks. Yet, in those couple of days, she'd managed to make him smile, make him happy, make him unafraid, and give him courage. She managed to tell her his entire life without a single regret in anything he said. And he was willing to forgive her past, because to him, he would handle it with her, because he couldn't bare it if she did it alone.

Was that what Nick had said.

"Jeff?" Nick said. Jeff snapped his head up and looked at Nick. Somehow he had managed to walk all the way to his room, remove his shoes, sit on his bed, all without noticing.

"You've ignored everything I've just said, Jeff." Nick muttered.

"Sorry, dude. But you had a point back there. About love." Jeff said.

Nick's face went into a huge grin, with his mouth wide open. Like the smile Spongebob has when he finds out Squidward likes Krabby Patties. Jeff rolled his eyes and he felt Nick jump on his bed.

"YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH QUINN! YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH QUINN!"

"SHUT UP!" Jeff shouted. "You know I don't believe in love at first sight. Or love at first couple of days."

"What you believe and what you feel are two completely different things, Jeff. You do love her, you just won't admit it to yourself because you're unsure of what love is."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jeff said, feeling his nerves reaching their edge.

"It means, that you were surrounded by the kind of love that hurt. Not the kind that cared. You love Quinn because you care about her. You love me because you care about me. But, you're also, IN LOVE with Quinn because she makes you feel like you're special. Not a charity case."

Jeff didn't argue with Nick. (Mostly because there was absolutely no point at all. Nick would win, obviously.) But he did look at Nick with a scowl and said, "Stop being so right all the fricken time!" and he turned over and pretended to fall asleep.

"Quinn, have you ever been in love?"

Quinn's hands stopped midway through brushing her hair and she looked at Jeff, who was sprawled against her carpet, laying on his back. She smiled down at him.

"Yes."

"And how did it feel?" he asked. She turned around and put the brush down. She crawled on the floor until she reached him. She laid off to his side, her torso and head above his. She gave him a confused look.

"Haven't you ever been in love?"

He shook his head. "I never let myself fall in love." When she gave a questioning look he answered. "I was scared."

She sighed and leaned down so she was even closer to him. "It feels like this, Jeff."

She kissed him, for the millionth time in the past couple days, but every time felt as different and new as the next and she felt everything. Her life floating out of her and she didn't care. Not one bit. He could take her life. He could take her soul, her mind, and her heart. She wanted him to have it.

For once, Jeff didn't pull away. He pulled her closer, for once, ignoring every feeling her had against it. Something about the kiss was sweet and passionate, it didn't feel rough, like they knew it must have looked after a while. Something about it was so perfect. How beautiful, he thought, would their life be if they were to have one together. How wonderful and amazing? Sure, there would be rough times but they would handle them... together.

And then Jeff pushes Quinn away gently, and lifted himself up and put his head in his hands. He rubbed his eyes hard and felt Quinn put a hand on his shoulder.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't." he said.

"You can't. Or you won't?"

"What?" he said, standing up.

"You can't do this with me, or you won't let yourself do it?" she asked him again, clearing up her speech for him.

"I don't know. I don't know what this is. I've never loved someone before and you have. I'm new to this and I'm scared because the last two people I felt loved me beat the living shit outta me to show affection and the next died. So, forgive me if I don't know what I'm supposed to be feeling or doing!"

"Stop setting yourself up like you can't ever be loved, Jeff!" she stood on her feet. "Don't you see that I could love you? All you need to do is say that your okay with that and I can do it!"

Jeff looked at her and creased his eyebrows. "I'm just..." he thought for a second and then reached for the door handle. "I'm just gonna go. I'll see you Saturday, okay?" And he walked out. She stood there for a second as reality hit her and she flung herself at the door. She threw it open and ran down the stairs. Just as Jeff reached the door she put both hands on his arms and he turned around a bit shocked.

She slowed her pulse and said, "I don't need permission, now that I think about it."

"For what?"

"To love you Jeff." she said. He gave her a pleading look, himself towering over a little bit, his leather jacket already on. She continued slowly as she let go of his arms and took a couple steps back. "You can go. And you can walk out of that door and get in your car and think things through until your mind explodes but the one thing I want absolutely clear in your mind is I love you. And I love you because you're the first person, in a long time, that's made me happy... for all of the right reasons."

The moment that they stood standing looking at each other could have been forever and a day or 5 seconds. But it was the moment they needed of understanding. The moment they took to realize what was going on between them and what was forming.

Then finally, Jeff nodded his head, and turned the door handle. He opened the door, he walked over to her, kissed her forehead and then left.

Quinn, for the first time after any of her boyfriends ever left, did not cry. She did not shed one tear because in her heart, she knew that he would be there on Saturday, with her, playing the song that described everything about them, and the relationship they had. Because she knew. She saw it in his eyes, even though it may not be in his mind...

He does love her.