A/N: So I did indeed continue this story, mostly because it was a fabulous prompt that generated a slew of ideas. This is not the last chapter and there will still be more to come. Thank you to Bookworm, Indigo, Maggie and Guest for your encouragement. This literally starts right after the last one left off.

"What are you thinking about?"

"You," he says without thinking.

"Oh," she responds slightly flustered.

He's just now realizing what he said and how he said it.

"I should get you home."

"Home?"

"You should sleep Carrie," he tells rather than suggests.

Their relief from the water is slowly decimating as it's evaporating quicker than expected.

"I don't want to go back there... I can't go back there!"

"Why not?"

"I'm afraid!" She admits with Quinn easily identifying the sheer desperation in her voice.

He soaks his shirt again in order to think in this stifling heat.

"What about my place? Will you go there?" He offers bravely.

She sighs.

"Yeah... I'll go."

He saturates her shirt once more before throwing it to her.

"Here put this on."

As soon as they walk in, he heads straight for the bathroom.

"Do you have a/c in here!?" She asks quickly, but he has already shut the door.

She searches for a thermostat and finds nothing but a small fan and turns it on full blast. It's still not enough. Once again she starts looking for anything that will cool her down. She opens the freezer where there isn't much. Inside is a full tray off ice cubes and an ice cold bottle of vodka that hasn't been broken into yet.

She hears the water start to run and decides to grab the bottle. The icy condensation quickly melts when she grabs it with her hand and again when she places it on her forehead. Soon enough she removes the cap and takes a few sips. The chilled liquor is seeming to be doing the trick just fine. She places the bottle on the end table and heads to the bathroom.

Knock knock.

"Uh, whatcha doing Quinn?" She says opening the door.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm taking a cold shower," he answers on the other side of the curtain.

"Oh. Do you have a/c in here?"

"Nope."

"Fuck if I'd known that, I'd just went back to my place," she says before exiting.

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head while enjoying every speckle of cold water contacting his skin. As soon as he's satisfied, he turns the water off and slips a towel around his waste. He enters the living room to see Carrie taking a swig of his prized possession.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm cooling off," she justifies.

He makes his way over to her as she is about to take another drink and snatches it right out of her hand.

"What the fuck Quinn!"

"You know what I had to go through to get that!? I was saving that!" He says and he takes a sip.

"For what?"

"A hot day," he responds calmly enjoying the smooth burn.

"Well it's pretty fucking hot!" She retorts.

"And for someone who didn't try to jump off a bridge today," he adds.

She shakes her head in disbelief.

"I already told you I wasn't going to fucking jump!"

"Was that before or after I showed up?" He asks placing the bottle down.

She ignores him and attempts to take the bottle again, but he grabs it tight when she gets a hand there. She looks him in the eye a moment before answering.

"Before."

He doesn't let go as she again tries to tug it away from him.

"I'm going to go shower," she says now creating a distance.

"Good idea."

"Do... do you have anything I could wear here?"

He removes his eyes from the bottle.

"I'll check."

Quinn puts on a only a pair of boxers and searches through his wardrobe for anything for her to wear. He finds himself eliminating any material that he knew she would hate. The end result is a tee-shirt. A tee-shirt that he's had since he was a teenager and brought it everywhere he went despite never actually wearing it. He also finds a pair of light track pants with a decent drawstring.

He starts to crack open the door to deliver the clothing and can just barely detect her sobbing. It's hardly recognizable, but he knows what he hears. He leaves forgetting to drop off what she had requested, and regrets his questioning in the living room. It's starting to cool down a little with the sun almost set, but he still sinks into the couch with the fan on him. Minutes later he can hear shuffling coming from the bathroom and Carrie calling his name.

"Quinn!?"

"Yeah?" He answers immediately.

"The clothes?" She shouts through the door.

"Oh sorry they're out here!" He shouts back.

She gathers the outfit with only a towel around her without making eye contact, and heads directly back to the bathroom. When she returns he has turned on the radio. She sits next to him and takes a deep breath.

"Can you understand any of this?" He asks breaking the silence.

She nods.

"They said it's expected to rain. Heavy rain."

"When?"

"Soon."

"Oh.. do you want some of this?" He offers some vodka after feeling guilty.

"Yes please," she says as he hands it over.

"Hey you know what you look like right now?" He asks out of the blue.

"What!?" She asks defending herself already.

He points to her her hair.

"A towel head," he expresses attempting to make a joke

"Shut up. Fuck you!" She smiles then pushes him and takes a sip.

That's all he was looking for was one smile. It helped him to know that she could and would crack a smile.

After sipping the bottle a couple more times, he notices that she is deep in thought. He's been around her long enough to know when she's really thinking about something. She finally turns to him and releases her thoughts.

"Am I a bad person Quinn?"

He gets out of his slump responding to her unforeseen question.

"No! Carrie why would you think that?"

She looks straight down as she answers.

"Because... because I think I'm a bad person."

He takes her hand in his and assures her she is wrong.

"You're not Carrie. Don't you ever think that."