Author's note: WARNING –this chapter. Super racy. Sexual Content. Rated M, so close your eyes if you don't want to read…

"You are now in Toronto, please unbuckle your seat belts and have a nice day"

Quinn groaned. She had taken the red eye to Toronto. She hadn't slept for 24 hours and it was starting to take a toll on her. She inhaled the clean, fresh Canadian air. She stepped into the aisle of the plane. She was tapping her foot back and forth, with anticipation. She couldn't wait to see Craig. The line was moving slowly and she was tempted to tell the person in front of her to hurry the hell up. Finally, she was stepping off of the plane. No money left, but cell phone, in pocket.

She dialed Craig's number.

"Hello. Jer-em-iah residence!" Craig said cheerfully

"Craig! Oh my god! I've missed you so…"

He interrupted her. "Quinn!"

"I'm home!"

"You're what?"

"I'm home! In Toronto. Canada!"

"Seriously?"

"Seriously!"

"Oh my god. Where are you staying?"

She hadn't thought about that. She was hoping that Craig could help pull something off…

"I don't know!" she said excitedly

"What airport are you at?"

"Same one as last time"

"Wait twenty minutes. I'll be there"

"Love you"

"Love you more"

She flipped her phone and put it her pocket. She was sure she looked like a mess. She was in a pair of shorts, flip-flops, and her red and black, "Toronto Canada" sweatshirt. And quite frankly, she was cold.

She made her way inside the airport and all, back pack in hand. She found a bench and sat down. The airport was so busy with all of the hustle and bustle. She kept looking in every direction for Craig. She wanted to be with him so bad. She wanted to smell him, touch him, hug him, kiss him and do anything and everything possible that wasn't harmful to him.

"Quinn!"

She snapped back to reality. "Craig!"
She jumped up and he ran towards her. He had gotten his haircut. It was still puffy. She had only seen him yesterday, so there wasn't much of a change.

He picked her up and squeezed her tightly. "What are you doing here? I mean, yeah, I want you here of course…"

Tell him. TELL HIM!

"My dad let me off to see my mom this weekend. But, since he doesn't care about me or where I am, I took my money and bought myself a plane ticket!" she said cheerfully

"Gosh. Wow. Well um, let me take your stuff. Joey let me borrow his car"

"Great. Let's go somewhere"

They started walking out of the airport.

"Where do you want to go?"

"Your house. I need a bed. I need sleep"

It was only 10:00 in the morning. Craig had been up helping Angie. She was getting better, slowly.

"Joey isn't really home, and Ang is sleeping so…"

Quinn had a flashback to the last time she was pregnant. When she found out, she was with her best friend Joy at Planned Parenthood. Her stomach, then, also churning up and down.

"Sounds nice"

"What about your house" she could see Joey's car up ahead

"I don't. I can't." She couldn't go back home. It was too painful.

"Maybe you could emancipate yourself or something" Craig said, trying to be helpful.

"Now that would not be a bad idea" she thought it through. It truly wasn't. Her mom was well off enough that she could take some of her mom's money. No, not a bad idea at all. Plus, she could have Craig over anytime she wanted.

He grabbed her hand and started caressing her thumb. She loved the way he did that. She loved everything about him.

She went to the side of the car and opened up the door. She got in a put her seatbelt on.

Craig started the car and pulled out of the airport parking lot.

He was turning the radio on a classic rock station and looking nervously at Quinn. He wanted to say it. He was thinking about it all last night. He could emancipate himself from Joey, of course who would understand, and Quinn could emancipate herself from her mom. They could get married, and they could live together. It was a brilliant idea. And he loved it.

They pulled up o the curb of Craig's house. Quinn was enjoying the day, and she wanted it to last forever. He shut the car off, opened his door, ran over to the other side, and opened the door for Quinn.

She smiled at him. "Thanks"

"Anything for you"

He kissed her lightly on the lips. She pulled away slowly and put her backpack on her back. Craig walked up to the steps and opened the door for Quinn. She set her bag down as HE slowly closed the door.

"How's Angie?"

"She's getting better" he said, putting his jacket on the coat rack

She took a look around. Everything seemed familiar, in a nice sense.

"You wanna go up to my room and lay down?"

"Yeah, that sounds, nice"

Craig led her up the stairs to his room. This was the first time she had ever been here. There were posters of classic rock bands. His guitar lay in the corner. The bed was about full sized, and it had a black comforter

She plopped down and pulled the pillow close to her cheek. It smelled like Axe cologne and suave shampoo. It smelled like Craig.

He lie down beside her and put his arm underneath her neck.

"I love you" he crawled on top of her

"Craig…"

"Yeah?"

He started kissing her. He put his hand underneath her shirt.

"I think…"

"What could you" he kissed her again "Possibly think"

"Did you use a condom last time we, you know…did it"

"Why?" He slowly took off her sweatshirt, then next, her bra. She was now sitting topless, in Craig's bed.

"Because…"

"Well, I think so…"

She couldn't mention that she thought she was pregnant. He would go ballistic

He took off his shirt as fast as he could. He wanted to have sex with her, it was pretty obvious. She felt obligated if she didn't. He was giving her a place to stay, and he came and picked her up from the airport. And she did love him.

"Do you think you're pregnant or something?"

She grabbed his blanket and wrapped it around her chest. What if Joey came home? What if Angie walked in on them?

He got up from on top of her.

"What's wrong? You know, you don't have to be like in front of me…"

"Craig…"

"It won't be long. I promise. Plus my door, it has a lock…"

Quinn sighed. She felt relieved.

She lay back down and Craig got on top of her again.

"Are you sure you want to? I don't want to pressure you or anything…"

Pressure! Ha!

"Fine"

She loved him. That was that.

He started kissing her. She kissed him back. His curly hair was tickling her nose. She couldn't believe that they had gotten this close, this fast. Oh well, she thought. It's love right?

Right

He gave her a feeling like no other. She wanted to be with him the rest of her life. She loved the passion and the romanticism they had towards each other. If she could, she would give him her world.

"Quinn…" he started breathing heavily

"Yeah?"

"You're not pregnant, are you?"

"Not that I know of…"

I hope

Blood starting rushing to her cheeks, and it felt so good. She loved the fact that it was so wrong what they were doing, but so right at the same time. He slipped his tongue inside her mouth gently. He pressed his lips harder against hers.

His body felt heavy on top of her. He looked her in the eyes, and she smiled at him. His hazel eyes were beautiful, and she loved the way his lip always curled up when he smiled back. She loved everything about him. He was perfect.

He kept pushing. "Quinn?"

"Yeah?"

He started sighing heavily. And he stopped. He rolled over laid down next to her.

"Are you okay, like emotionally?"

She got up and pulled the covers over her chest. Craig grabbed his shirt and handed towards him. She nodded thankfully.

"Would you be?"

Quinn was lost. She needed to get away from it all.

Maybe death wasn't such a bad thing. Maybe, it was the only way out…