Author's Note: I apologize muchly for the very very very late update! I just haven't been inspired lately, and I've tried to write when not inspired and the result is hurried crap, and I personally don't want that for any story of mine! So enough distracting you from the chapter, and enjoy. The reviews are enthralling and make me feel very warm and wonderful inside! Thank you : )

To say she was excited for their date wasn't the near term she'd consider using. Anxious seemed to be a better fit. She had been on many dates, more so ever since she escaped the prison from being under her parents' thumb but her singleness gave away the fact that none of them had worked out. She didn't want him to be one of those guys she could add to the list, but then again seeing his track record and where he came from it's all she could expect from him now. At this point the date didn't seem to be the least bit promising, but for some reason she still found herself searching through dresses that hung randomly around her room since she lacked a closet at the moment, still found herself applying and reapplying makeup, and found herself searching for the 'right' pair of shoes because she hung onto a small hope that he would be worth it.

At their decided time, that he would arrive at her apartment at 7:30 to pick her up, she sat on the front steps of her apartment, in the exact spot where they had met earlier in the day. She was playing with the beads on her dress when heavy footsteps on the sidewalk perked her attention, she looked up to see a familiar black hat emerge from the shadows under the revealing spotlight of the street lamp that stood a few feet from where she was sitting.

"Ready to go?" he asked offering her a hand to help her up, she took it picking up her purse while getting up. She wanted to say that she wouldn't be waiting on the front steps if she wasn't ready, but decided to leave it because she was going to put her best foot forward today and make an effort despite what she thought the outcome of this date was going to be.

There was a comfortable silence between them as they walked, but when 10 minutes of walking had passed she turned to face him with curiosity carrying in her words. "So where exactly are we going?"

"Thought you'd never ask, Frisch's Café. Ever heard of it?" he asks in a mumble while he fumbles with a cigarette in his mouth.

She nods her head 'yes' and reaches in her purse for a cigarette of her own. Yeah she's heard of it, in fact knows it quite well as the place her parents went on their many date nights that Quinn spent alone in their townhouse. She prayed to God that they weren't there tonight, it was the absolute last thing she needed. When they got there he held the door open for her and they were seated a few minutes upon arrival.

"What's good?" she asked weeding through her menu for something familiar, seeing as she had never made it here herself, it was something she held in her mind as notorious no doubt because her parents came here all the time.

"Everything, I usually get the spaghetti with chicken instead of beef but that's just me…"

She nodded her head and decided to settle for the fettuccini alfredo. Once their food was ordered he settled into the back of his chair and she remembered to sit up straight and take a sip of her water. "So what do you do?" he asked casually twirling his cigarette through his fingers.

"As an occupation?" she raised an eyebrow putting her cigarette in the ashtray provided on the table. He nods in return and lets out a steep breath in waiting for her response.

"Nothing. I don't have a job…I have a bank account that got filled as I got older, and when I turned 18 and moved out I took hold of that fund and started using it for my own needs and living."

"Oh, I get it like daddy's little girl bank account sort of fund right?" he smirked; she could tell this sort of idea entertained his mind.

"No, I'm not that kind of person." She said harshly turning her attention back to her cigarette.

He threw his hands up in defense. "Didn't know, sorry…seems like you and your parents are kind of estranged hmm?" he asked taking a sip of wine that was placed on the table. She looked up and fixed her eyes on his, the way he looked at her reminded her of a lamb going to slaughter, he wasn't prying.

She sighed took a sip of water and spoke. "My parents don't give a fuck." She said half laughing, which led to him laughing a little himself and before she knew it they were both cracking up.

When their laughter managed to settle down a bit he looked up at her with a smile playing on his lips. "Mine don't either."

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Somewhere between her front hall and her living room her legs were wrapped around his waist, his hands supporting her ass as they lazily made their way for somewhere to lie down. Her lips were everywhere down his neck, across his jaw, on his ear, she was ravenous. She had been craving this, not the sex but someone she could give herself to, she was craving this and if he were to be perfectly honest with himself he was too. The more eager she got, he got 10 times more so. It came time when a part of himself couldn't hold on too much longer, and he figured the same for her. They couldn't dance around this anymore, it was time for business. He pulled away gently squeezing her ass before looking up at her, damn he needed this right now. "What do you want?" should've just gone with it, not looking back no consequences, but no he fucking asked, jack ass. He'd kick himself later for this.

Her arms loosened around his neck and she let herself slide down him until her feet found the floor again. She kept her gaze fixed on his, and he couldn't stop staring at her like some sort of goddess, no enchantress, this, everything intrigued him he couldn't get away. She kept their faces a nose apart before deciding to speak "Do you want me?"

What kind of question was that? Of course he wanted this, he wanted her and everything she had to offer, he pushed himself against her and in case she didn't get the hint he spoke. "Yes…badly." He said running his hands down the curves of her body.

"Then show me." She whispered looking at the collar of his shirt.

"What?"

"Show me how much…how much you want me." She spoke more firmly looking back up at him.

This was a sick game she played really. A girl like her shouldn't do this to herself, he figured in his head. Now he was able to put some of the pieces of Quinn Fabray together, her parents don't care so she wants people to want her, to need her make her feel important. He thanked God she was classy enough to not go walking street corners to get that kind of attention, she was better than that, in fact she was better than this and God damn he was going to show her how much better she really was. He was going to show her that she was special, and he did need her. He was going to make her feel like the most fucking special person on earth or he would die trying.

He hoisted her back up the same way, he really didn't get tired of it and rested her down on her bed, her own bed. He took his time kissing her everywhere her dress didn't cover before actually unzipping it and sliding it off. He savored her taste, the way her skin felt against his lips, everything about it was perfect. He took his time taking off his own clothes, figuring she shouldn't have to bother, then he went right it he moved slow and steady letting his moans over power hers, he was savoring everything and it felt so fucking right. It was the best ride of his life, a pure pleasure that he would never tire of, he moaned her name made sure he came first and all that other stupid shit that he didn't put up with with other women. It was more than worth it to him to play this game of hers, it was sad because as soon as they would wake up the next day it was back to business. Back to the dumb shit and no doubt in the end he would end up losing Quinn Fabray. She had an awful game to play but he was pretty sure his game was worse, mainly because she had no idea she was playing it.

A/N: Mysterious ending ;) but I have more in store for this lovely couple don't you worry and a surprise plot twist yay! Which will be expanded on next chapter which is always very exciting R&R means read and review not read and run so hop to it! Just kidding, but thanks for reading anyway!