A/N: Yey! I'm writing again. School was terrible the past few weeks so writing makes me feel much better. Enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except Leon since he's an OC… XD

Did last Sunday really happen? I was probably dreaming. Yeah, that was just a dream. Or maybe it's true. Leon told me that I looked like I finished first place in a triathlon. Sweaty, out of breath and extremely happy. He said it might be the running. I was too happy to even speak.

"Yep, it's the running," he had concluded before dad drove off.

But if that was a dream, though I really hope it wasn't, then so be it. I don't dream often, but I know that when I do – I dream about her. No one else but her. My little plans for our future and even my worst fears for what's ahead, all put together in a creative story in my head when I fall asleep. You may wonder, 'Plans? What plans? You aren't even together yet!' but I do have plans.

I do have plans to kiss her in the rain under a dim streetlight. I do have plans to take her out to dinner and a movie. I do have plans to lie down on the grass with her the entire day and just talk about the silliest things. I do have plans to sweep her off her feet. I do have plans to sing her love songs at every chance at I get. I do have plans to cook for her and be her servant for as long as she wants. I do have plans to go with her wherever she asks me to. I do have plans on moving in with her someday if we ever last. I do have plans to propose to her when we finally have stable careers. I do have plans to have kids that we would raise right, rich in values, morals and the arts. I do have plans to grow old with her. I really do. But do I have plans to put those into action? Yes, I do.

Does she have the same plans? I don't know.

She's my dream. I didn't ever hope to meet her or become her friend. I didn't expect that we'd be close and that she'd trust me enough to tell me about her secrets. I didn't expect someone as perfect as Lucy Quinn Fabray to fall in love with me. But I guess it happened.

My phone vibrated and I reached out for it. A message from… just as you guessed it.

Fr: Quinn

Uh, hi. I really don't know what to say because of last Sunday…

To: Quinn

Hey. :) Um… me neither.

What do I say? I sighed as I waited for her reply. So that really did happen? Woah. It really did happen. It actually happened. We did kiss. We did confess our feelings. I looked at my watch and saw that it's been a little over five minutes since her last text. Am I really this desperate for a reply? Probably. We haven't texted each other for days. You might be expecting that from now that we'd be all lovey dovey and cuddling with all this cute conversations, but we aren't. We're speechless and dumbfounded with what we find out about each other.

Fr: Quinn

Sorry for the late reply. Gosh, what do I say?

To: Quinn

It's okay. Maybe we're just surprised by things a little too much.

Fr: Quinn

Maybe.

While I was trying to figure out what to reply to that single word message, my phone vibrated again.

Fr: Quinn

I really missed you, Jeffie.

I smiled and read the text over again, almost forgetting to reply.

To: Quinn

I missed you too, Quinnie. Maybe even more than you miss me.

Fr: Quinn

Aw… Jeffie! :) …um, so what are your plans for today?

To: Quinn

:) Nothing, as usual. You?

Fr: Quinn

Same. It's sooo boring here. And mom's busy so we can't really bond.

To: Quinn

There are five people in this household but it's like we don't talk to each other.

Fr: Quinn

Why? How about Leon? Your family seems close and fun.

To: Quinn

On the outside. In here we're just… Everybody's busy with their own business.

Fr: Quinn

I see… I think you don't want to talk about it.

To: Quinn

No, it's fine. Really. It's nothing serious. We still talk regularly, but not often.

Fr: Quinn

Please rephrase.

To: Quinn

That was confusing, wasn't it? What I meant to say is we talk every meal time or when all of us are in the same room, but that doesn't happen a lot in a day.

Fr: Quinn

Ohh… Okay. I understand now. :)

To: Quinn

Sometimes I wished the four of us talked more. But we've kind of grown used to it.

Fr: Quinn

You're lucky that your family is complete.

To: Quinn

I know. Not talking often is better than not being under the same roof at all. What happened with your family? If you don't mind me asking. I mean it's okay if you don't. You don't have to tell me.

Fr: Quinn

I haven't told you yet?

To: Quinn

I believe not. Nvm. Forget I asked.

Fr: Quinn

No, it's okay. I'd love to talk about this after such a long time that I've kind of forgotten it.

To: Quinn

I think it's better if we talk about this in person. Somewhere secluded. Not here on the phone.

Fr: Quinn

Sure. You could come to my house.

Her house? At first I hesitated, but I decided to agree. There's only one other person in her house, her mom, and she was busy. And then I could listen to her without any interruptions. Mrs. Fabray didn't seem like the one to interrupt. She was, in terms of personality, just like her daughter. And vice versa.

I texted Quinn that I was just about to leave the house.

"Mom," I said, running down the stairs with my guitar case on my back.

"Yes, Jeff?" she responded. "Where are you going now?"

I paused at the bottom of the steps.

"Let me guess. Quinn's place?"

I nodded. My mom knows me really well now.

"Take care," she smiled, "and say hi to Judy for me, okay?"

"Sure, mom," I answered, kissing her cheek. It took me a while to remember that Judy was the name of Quinn's mom but I didn't make my cluelessness too obvious.

Wait a second. When was the last time I kissed my mom's cheek before that? As far as I could remember, it was Quinn that I last kissed on the cheek a week ago. I slapped my wrist as I stepped out into our front steps. I am such a bad son. Was I really neglecting my family for a girl? No, I'm not. I'd learn to balance them out and it won't be a huge problem. Mom, dad and Leon are more important than Quinn. They'd always be.

In my head, I play a little scene where Quinn asks me if which is more important for me. Her or my family. I would say that my family would always be more important than anything or anyone else, except God. He's always number one. She'd smile and compliment on how I got my priorities set, but she'd look away and be a little upset because I chose them. I would pause for a moment and take her hand, telling her to look at me. Then maybe she'd look back, maybe she won't. Whatever way she responds, I'd ask her, "Are you upset? Why? Aren't you confident that someday, you'd be part of my family, our family too?" After that I'd tell her for the nth time that I love her. She'd smile and respond. Maybe we'd kiss – again.

But that's all in my head. One of the thousands of scenes I make up that may or may not happen. People have told me that I would make a great writer with my 'way with words', 'vast imagination' and 'genius mind' but those were teachers and the random kids who get hold of my drabbles in English class. I would steal the paper away from them and hide them somewhere only I could find.

Other people, like my dad, say that I could be a lawyer since I have the traits listed above, though they replace 'vast imagination' with either 'quick tongue' or 'logical thinking'.

Not that I would protest but I just don't like people planning my future out for me, or expecting me to be someone I'm not and don't want to be. The funny thing is, I don't know what I want. I really don't.

"Jeff," Mrs. Fabray smiled as she opened the door. The woman looked busy. Very busy.

"Good morning, Mrs. Fabray," I smiled back.

She laughed softly, but I swore I saw a hint of pain in her eyes. "Please, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Judy?"

"I felt like it's more appropriate, ma'am. I'm just trying to be respectful." I paused. Did I really just call her ma'am?

"Well, then. Quinn's upstairs. I'd be down here if you need me."

"Have a nice day Mrs. – " she rose her brow. "– ma'am."

She nodded and gestured towards the interior of the house, welcoming me in.

Wow it's so awkward calling the mother of the girl you're in love with "ma'am".

"Come in," Quinn said before I could even knock on the door. It must be my footsteps. People have complained a lot of times about them in the past. Some of them thank me, so they'd know when I was going to barge in. That was when I still boarded in Dalton. The relief in their faces when I walk in really made you wonder what they were doing before that, but I didn't want to know. TMI, anyone?

"My footsteps really are loud, aren't they?"

The girl nodded, flipping the page of the book she was reading.

"You really are a bookworm," I remarked. There were at least six other books on her huge bed. "How many have you read today? Books." I added unnecessarily. Darn I'm so awkward.

She giggled, "I don't know what else I'd be reading. I'm on my second one, actually."

"I didn't really have to say books…"

"Exactly," she smiled and looked up at me. Just how I miss her face and her voice, I cannot tell. How do you measure that? "What's with the ear to ear grin?" Quinn asked, patting the spot right beside her.

Removing the guitar case from my lap and putting it beside her bed, I sat there and shrugged. So this is what it feels to be right beside her again? Wow.

"I know there's something."

"I just missed you so much. And now I'm right beside you again. For what reason would I not be happy?"

"Well you did say that you don't talk to your family much anymore…" she paused and exhaled.

"What are you thinking about, Quinnie?"

She looked at me and smiled, "Except you?"

Trying to respond, I opened my mouth but I ended up grinning again.

Quinn smiled back, even baring her teeth, but just like her mother's, there was pain in her eyes. "I really miss my dad," she sighed after a moment of silence. "What is daddy's little girl gonna do now that daddy's gone?" Before I could even ask, she answered the question in my mind. "That tattooed freak. How could he leave us for her? And he's the one quick to judge me when I got pregnant. Mom kicked him out. Serves him right."

"He's a…" I hesitated, but she encouraged me to continue. "A hypocrite."

"You don't have to tell me that. I always thought he'd be there when I needed him. He wasn't. He kicked me out. And just when everything was okay, he left. He just left. Without warning. And we didn't even get to say goodbye."

"Do you want to see him and say goodbye?"

She shook her head, her eyes now teary. "No, it would just hurt more. I want him to hug me, and then tell me that everything's gonna be okay but no, he left."

"He hurt you in the worst time, in the worst ways, Quinn. I… I understand why you don't want to see him again. Do you… forgive him?"

"Forgive?" she scoffed. "Yes. I have to. But what he did…"

I bit my lip and nodded. "Having an affair is worse than getting pregnant out of wedlock." Quinn squinted her eyes at me and looked away. I understood that my words hit her, knowing she has done both. I whispered an apology and continued. "It was his wife he was cheating on. They're not in high school anymore. It's something serious. Who would expect a man who has over-bearing faith do that? He… he hurt more than just one person with that one mistake. He destroyed his family, his dignity and broke the hearts of the girls he claimed to love the most." I sighed, taking a while to realize that tears were also rolling down my cheeks.

"Hey," Quinn said through her own tears. "Don't cry, it's not your fault and it isn't your problem either." She wiped both our tears away and laughed.

She was right. Why was I crying? "Why shouldn't I? The girl I love was hurt a lot by her own father."

The redness crept up her face and she smiled. "Maybe we should stop talking about this. It's stupid and it's just no use talking about this."

I nodded. She was right. If he's not going back, then this issue shouldn't be brought up again either.

"Jeffie? Thanks for being here. No one has really talked about my father like that. It's like no one cared."

"I care," I said, wrapping one arm around her. She responded by hugging me. Could I just not let go? Eventually, Quinn pulled her arms away and rested her head against my chest.

"When I get married, I won't be introducing my kids to their grandfather. Ever," she whispered.

You mean our kids? I wanted to ask, but I'm just gonna embarrass myself. I might sound a little too assuming. "Maybe we could stop talking about him right now. He might be tripping a lot from all this… is this backstabbing?" Quinn shook her head and laughed.

"Why would he trip if we talk about him?"

"That's what my Filipino classmate said. I didn't get it at first until he explained… now it's kind of an inside joke."

She nodded. "I see."

Silence. What do we say?

"What are we, Jeff?" Quinn asked, playing with my fingers.

"Hmm?" I responded, still busy with responding to her touch. Wow her fingers are so soft.

"Nothing," she said, tickling my palm.

She knows I heard her. But I couldn't answer her question because I don't know what we were either. Friends? Best Friends? Best friends who are openly in love with each other?

"Your hands are soft," I whispered.

"And yours… they're rough. Especially the tips. Must be from all the guitar playing."

I nodded. "I usually play bass. That was when I was in a band."

Quinn got up and looked at me. "You were in a band?"

"It didn't last. We all came from different schools and towns. My cousins and I."

"Well how long did it last?"

"The entire summer last year. We had a family reunion. It doesn't happen often. Mom said it was the first in such a long time."

"It must be fun having all your relatives running around the place and just catching up on each other. I don't even know who my cousins are. We can't even stay all in the same roof. Okay. Enough with this family thing it just… If you could only see what's in my mind now."

I blinked and started to think of what she could be thinking. But I can't. What goes on in her mind? Family. Her mother, father, sister… maybe even her daughter.

Silence.

"Jeff." Quinn said. Unlike the last time, it wasn't a question. It sounded more like a demand. How she said it almost startled me as she sat straight up. "I don't want to be playing games here."

"What games?" Did I do something wrong?

She sighed. "Are we in a relationship or what?"

Wait. What? I opened my mouth, looking for an answer to give her. "I…"

"Jeff!"

I exhaled. "Okay. Um… You've already said you're ready… we've told each other how ridiculously in love we are – do you really need a confirmation?"

Biting her lip, she massaged one of her temples with her fingers.

"I love you," I gulped. It was weird saying it again. But it felt just as good.

"And I love you," she trailed off, realizing how demanding she has been earlier.

"And if you want to put a label on that, then yes, we are in a relationship. You're mine and I'm yours. I've always been yours."

"You sound like a character from a cheesy romance novel… boyfriend."

I smiled and kissed her briefly. I pulled away before she could respond. "Girlfriend," I whispered taking her fingers in mine.

"Boyfriend," she repeated, giggling.

A/N: It's been a long time since I last wrote and I'm sad to admit that I just don't feel like writing this anymore. Let's leave them here. I'm sorry guys but I guess this is where this fic ends. I know it's not the epic ending you guys expected and I'm really sorry if I disappointed you with this. Gosh, I feel like crying. Maybe I'd write again someday. I love you all and thank you for your time.