This is just a small story to help me in my current writer's block for my other stories. So for those reading 'Is Love Enough' and 'No Way' I shall work on them as well as 'Never Alone' and Love Lost Then Found.' Bare with me please.

A/N: I own nothing.

Enjoy :)

CHAPTER 2

Quinn walked into school with her sketch book open. She knew the tulip would wilt away. But at least this way she would always have it. She took a picture of the flower at a wonderful angle and in the right lighting. It was no paper clipped to the corner of her sketch book as she sketched it out.

She was so immersed in her work that she didn't see the small body coming her way. She collided with the person and dropped her pencil and sketch book. She caught her balance thanks to her gymnastics and cheerios training and managed to catch the person she bumped into.

"I am so sorry Quinn."

Great. Quinn thought. The person I try to avoid.

"It's cool Rachel." Quinn brushed off picking up her pencil and sketch book. "I was distracted." Quinn walks away and to her locker.

Quinn opens her locker and finds a yellow tulip. She grabs the note and reads it. The words bring out a big smile on her face.

'The yellow tulip. It means there is sunshine in your smile. Put it with the variegated tulip. Because the sunshine of your smile brings a beautiful shine to your eyes.'

She tucks the note into her pocket and began to finish her sketch. She passes her first period class and pauses. She thinks about it but in the end heads towards the field. She sits and continues her sketch. A cigarette hanging from her mouth.

She looks up and rubs the kink out of her neck and takes a long drag from her cigarette before blowing the smoke out. She takes one more long drag and tosses the cigarette away. She finished the sketch of the first tulip fifteen minutes into the hour and has started working on another.

Rachel is standing by her locker with a smile on her face as she reaches to grab a book. That one is from memory.

The bell rings and she contemplates going to class. She looks at her sketch book and her phone beeps.

She opens the message.

'I miss your smile. You should smile more. Will I see you in class?'

The last part has her mind going a mile a minute. She had a class with whoever was sending her flowers and these mysterious texts. Should she go to class? She sighs heavily and gets up. She walks to her locker and pulls out the text book she'd need and headed to class.

The looks on the students' faces were priceless as she walked in and took a seat in the back corner by the window. The look on the teacher's face was so worth coming to a boring hour of Math.

She had tried to scan the faces of the other students to see if any of them gave off any hint that they were the flower culprit. She spotted Rachel who was also shocked. Kurt and Mercedes were whispering to each other. No doubt gossiping about her look and actually being in class.

When the class was over Quinn handed in her assignment and left.

Her phone beeped as she got to her locker. She opened the message.

'I'm glad you made it to class. Are you gonna ditch the next one?'

Quinn sighed and opened her locker. There sat another flower. She picked up the note.

'The white camellia. It means you're adorable. And you are. The way you bite your lip is the most adorable thing to me.'

Quinn blushes and tucks the note into her pocket with the other. She switches books.

This is her routine for the whole day. She gets a message and goes to class. The camellia is the last flower of the day.

She grabs the flowers and heads to her car. She gets to her car and is shocked to find a bouquet of pink, white and red camellias. She grabbed the note and gasped at the words.

'You know what the white stands for. The pink means longing for you. The red means you are a flame in my heart. I had wished for many days that the flame would diminish. But to this day it burns. Burns for you.'

Quinn smiled in awe. How long as this person felt this way? She turns the key in the ignition and heads home.

She put the bouquet on her desk and puts the white camellia and tulip in the vase with the other tulip. She takes a picture and paper clips it to her sketch book.

Her phone beeps and she opens the text.

'Homework is important you know. ;)'

Quinn rolls her eyes and gets started on it anyway.

Review please.

I promise to get back to my other stories. This is a short one. Only a few chapters long. Eight to Ten at the most.