A/N: So... This is awkward. Took me a long time, I'm pretty sure no one is even reading this anymore, but hey whatever. This is picking up right where the previous chapter left off.

My thoughts got interrupted when I felt her tongue against my bottom lip, begging me for entrance. Of course I gladly accepted.

She kissed better than anyone I'd ever kissed, except maybe Quinn, but that's nearly impossible. Still Quinn doesn't have to know that. It's so not straight.

When we broke apart we didn't do anything but smile shyly at each other.

After a couple of minutes my cheeks even started to hurt, so I chose to break the silence with the first thing that came to mind.

"So I heard you speak some Dutch?" I tease, because I'm pretty sure she's fluent.

"Yeah." She replied while her cheeks reddened.

"Can't wait to hear more of that someday," I blurted out before I could control myself.

Her smile grew impossibly big at that so I guess it didn't come out as weird as I expected it to. Then I remembered that Quinn was probably looking for me if she'd woken up already and with that I decided it was time to leave.

"I should probably go check on Quinn," I couldn't help the twinge of sadness in my voice.

"Yeah, you probably should."

I didn't move yet, though. I just leaned in and pecked her lips again. Then she did the same. After a few innocent pecks I got up from the bed and walked towards the door.

When I was about to open it I felt her fingers around my wrist, I turned around to see her standing close to me.

I grinned and cupped her cheek with my left hand which made her smile. I brought her face even closer to mine, I had no idea what this meant, but I wanted to kiss her again so badly.

When our lips finally met for the sixth time that day I almost forgot I was about to leave.

When she deepened the kiss I couldn't help but smile against her lips and she must have noticed, 'cause she smiled too.

When she pulled away -way too soon in my opinion- and looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes I couldn't find a glimpse of hesitation or even regret in them, only pure honesty.

I turned around and left for real this time.

But not without glancing back at her door over my shoulder several time.

Quinn was lying on our bed staring at her iPhone when I walked in.

"Missing home already?" I teased when she didn't look up.

Her eyes snapped up to mine and I could read the worry in them. That's a first.

"I called you four times and texted you like twenty messages!" The blonde all but yelled, "I was worried sick about you." She added in a soft and protective voice.

"I was grabbing dinner with Brittany." I replied casually. Why was she worrying so much? That's not how we work, we care, but it's not like we say that out loud. I know she loves me, I'm her best friend and she's mine, but we don't say that either. That's just how we roll.

I'm getting the feeling that something has changed lately.

I can't put my finger on it though.

She isn't supposed to be worried when I disappear for a couple of hours. Hell, one I disappeared for three days because I was fighting with my parents and she didn't even call once.

Maybe it's because we're not back home in Lima. She's probably just worried that I'll get lost. It's the only logical reason, right? Right.

"You could have left a note or something." She replied frowning.

"A note? Who are you, my mother?" I asked unbelievingly.

So maybe that's wasn't the right response, but she's not one of my parents and she's acting as if she's both.

She's not supposed to act this way, I have to know what has changed, but that would be a serious conversation, but that's not how we roll either.

But as a good -curious- friend I felt obligated to ask anyway.

"What's going on?" I asked genuinely concerned.

"I told you, you disapp-"

I cut her off because she knew that wasn't what I was talking about.

"No, not that. What's going on? Something has changed and I don't even know what or what has happened to make it change."

She was silent after that, which only confirmed that something was definitely wrong.

So we had to do something we didn't do often: we had to have a honest and serious conversation about this. I was scared to be honest. But I never said that.

So how does one start a serious conversation?

"You can tell me, whatever it is." I prompted, trying to encourage her, while approaching the bed so I could sit next to her.

She still didn't say anything, though. Yet, I could see the gears turning in her head, she was obviously trying to form a normal sentence that would explain this all.

"I- I don't know what to say," She suddenly blurted out.

I put a reassuring hand on her knee to let her know it was okay.

"What about the truth? What's wrong Quinn? I'm your best friend, you can tell," I tried again, "I really want to know what's different between us."

"Feelings." She whispered I almost didn't catch it, but I had to be sure I heard right.

"I'm sorry, what did you say? Didn't quite catch it."

After a couple of seconds she looked me dead in the eyes and I couldn't believe the words that came out of her mouth.

"I think I'm in love with you."

And then everything fell into place: the worrying, the sweet stuff she said to me last night while I normally don't talk during, the subtle touches.

She didn't look away, I guess she wanted to read the reaction off of my face when it changed to understanding.

"You think? How long have you been feeling like this?" I asked in a low, soft voice.

"A couple of months." Her voice was barely audible now.

I gulped at that, not because she had been in love with me for months, but because I was to clueless to notice. I guess I had my head stuck too far up my ass.

I didn't say anything, but she didn't seem to care, because she closed her eyes, leaned in and captured my lips with her own.

Now I knew what was different it was even more clear.

It wasn't emotionless like it used to be, this time it was passionate, it was clear that this wasn't just for fun anymore. It felt like when I kissed...

Brittany.

God, what am I going to do?

I couldn't turn Quinn down, not after her confession, so I just went with it, hoping I wouldn't regret it in the morning, since it was clear this was going to go a lot further than just kissing.

I sure felt like a slut right now.

A/N: Don't know if this is a lot shorter than other chapters, but I have to get back into the flow of thing. R&R! :)