Quinn's POV

My heart was racing. I swear it was beating so fast I didn't know where one beat stopped and the next began. When we had left for New York, I never expected that this would happen. Even when we left the hotel after the dinner thing with Spencer's parents, I hadn't expected this.

A part of me wanted to pinch myself, to make sure I wasn't dreaming, but then I had never really been a fan of that particular cliché, so I refrained from doing so. Still, I could hardly believe that this was real.

"Quinn, you're going to burn a whole in the rug if you keep pacing like that," Kurt said.

I glared at him. He didn't know what this felt like. Or maybe he did, I wasn't entirely sure. But either way I thought he should be sympathetic.

"Be nice, Kurt," Rachel said. "She's got her first date with Spencer today."

I could practically hear the change in Kurt's mood. The boy never missed an opportunity to exercise his fashion sense.

"Oh really?" Kurt said. "And who is this Spencer? Is he cute?"

Or his gossiping skills for that matter.

"Jesus Fuck," Santana said. "Keep up Lady Lips. Spencer's the girl who lives across the hall from Quinn."

I glared at Santana.

"Relax, Q," Santana said. "The girl desperately wants to impress you, God only knows why. I'm sure she's capable of putting together something that you can tolerate."

If I didn't know that was Santana for she's going all out for you tonight, I might have slapped her. But then this was Santana, she didn't do compliments, for the most part. But how Santana knew that…

"S," I said. HBIC mask in place. "What did she tell you?"

"I gots nothing to say," Santana said. "And your bitch don't scare me, Fabray."

My eyes narrowed.

"I'll tell B about the sax if you don't tell me what you know right now, Lopez," I said.

I saw her eyes widen.

"Calm your tits, Q," Santana said. "No need to bring that up. Spencer really didn't tell me anything. All she said was that she and Abs McGee broke up. And that she wanted to wait until you were here to ask you out because she wanted it to be special."

"So what are you going to wear?" Rachel asked defusing the tension between Santana and I.

"And what's the sax?" Kurt said.

"If you don't want to lose any… appendages… you best never mention that again," Santana said as I smirked.

"Right," Kurt said, covering his junk. "Quinn let's go raid their closets and find you something stunning."

Spencer's POV

Finding the right things to do for a first date in a city that neither you nor your date are quite familiar with is hard. And I suppose that having gone to the Empire State Building to simply ask Quinn out was a bit over the top, but it was worth it.

Quinn had left about two hours ago to go to Rachel and Santana's apartment. I would pick her up for our date from there.

I picked out a light printed sleeveless dress that fell just past mid-thigh with a navy blue lining and a matching navy blue blazer.

As I was on the subway, making my way towards Bushwick, my nerves were spiking. I had never really planned a date before. Certainly not a first date. And I'd never been this nervous over a date before. My stomach was comprised not so much of butterflies fluttering, but more like sparrows nose-diving.

It wasn't too long before I was standing outside of Rachel and Santana's apartment afraid to knock. I took a few moments, gathering my wits and my nerves and my courage, taking some deep breaths, and gaining my composure before I knocked three times on the door.

When a boy with perfectly coifed hair opened the door, I wondered if I had the right apartment.

"You must be Spencer," he said. "I'm Kurt."

So that was Kurt. If I had to guess, I'd think he was gay, not that I'd judge a guy just because he looked a certain way, or maybe I would, I'm not so sure right now.

"Right, Kurt," I said as I stepped inside the apartment. "I remember promising myself if I ever met you that I'd tell you about the song Quinn dedicated to you at open mic night."

"She did what?" I heard both Rachel and Kurt say.

"Hi Rachel," I said. "Nice to see you again."

"It's lovely to see you again as well, Spencer," Rachel said.

"So you were saying," Kurt said.

"Well I was hanging out with Quinn and some of my other friends, and I took them out to this place I know for open mic night. Anyway, Quinn went up and dedicated her performance to you. She said she and some friends had sung it at your dad's wedding."

"Someone was singing Raise Your Glass as we were walking in," Quinn said as she walked into the room.

Quinn looked absolutely amazing. She was wearing a little black dress that hung just above her knees and with a yellow cardigan over it.

"It made me think of you," Quinn told Kurt, "And Blaine."

"You look… Wow," I said. I wanted to say something more eloquent, but I didn't have words to say just what Quinn did to me.

"You're not so bad yourself," Quinn said.

I felt the blood rush to my face. I wasn't used to blushing, but Quinn seemed to be able to make me blush with the simplest of words.

"Spence, we have to take Rachel to that place when she comes to visit," Quinn said. I think a part of Quinn just wanted to see her face when she has to climb up the fire escape.

"Of course," I said. "You should all come."

I walked over to Quinn and laces my fingers with hers. "Is this okay?" I whispered to her.

Quinn nodded.

"But for now," I said, once again addressing the whole room. "We should get going."

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