A/N: to my first reviewer, THANK YOU SO MUCH. So here's the update! I hope you enjoy this. Readers, vote for you're favorite pairing in the reviews. Ok, ENJOY!

Quatre: Beautiful Music

While her friends went out on dates, Usagi stayed home and hung out with her best friend; TV. When her friends got boyfriends to snuggle with, Usagi got blankets and her cat to snuggle with. When her friends made out with their boyfriends, Usagi savored strawberry ice cream between her lips.

No one saw her that way—or perhaps they'd been too afraid to reveal their true feelings to her—but it was most likely that they didn't see her that way. She liked not having a boyfriend—based on what her friends were going through, boyfriends weren't as pleasant as they seem. There was a lot of lying, infidelity, depression, mood swings, screaming, yelling, crying—the list went on and on. She planned on waiting for the perfect boy to come along.

She wanted him blonde—just as she is, with the same blue eyes as hers. Blue had always been her favorite color, and she thanked the angels that her eyes were blessed with blue. He'd be polite, and well-mannered—a gentleman. If it wasn't asking for too much, he'd be able to play beautiful music for her. Yes, that would be sexy.

She just had to wait for that one boy.

Then one day, he arrived. She discovered this rare specimen when she began walking down the school's halls one afternoon. She was lured in through her ears as the sound of a violin echoed among the nearly empty hallways. When she had finally located the source of the sound, her heart nearly jumped up her throat. She waited a full five minutes for him to finish playing the song that caught her full attention. After he set his violin and bow down, she proceeded to walk in and applaud him for a job well done—but had accidentally stumbled over her own foot, which startled the boy for a moment before helping her up.

Quatre Raberba Winner was his name. What an incredibly awesome name, she immediately thought when he had introduced himself to her; the way he kissed the tips of her fingers instead of shaking her hand had caused her heart to flutter.

His hair was blonde—platinum blonde—but that's fine. Blue eyes were present—that was great! Very gentleman-like. That's a plus; and he could play the violin most beautifully. Perfect.

Within the past few weeks, she'd stop by afterschool to listen to him play. They'd occasionally chat, and sometimes, he would teach her how to play, though she knew that her skills as a violinist were completely dreadful—even he knew that.

"Quatre, a lot of girls must have fallen for you. You're so perfect, you know that?" Usagi proclaimed loudly to which he replied with the most beautiful gurgles of laughter any girl could ever hear. "Not one girl has ever talked to me. You're the first" a red streak formed across his face. "In fact, you're the first girlfriend I've ever had."

Usagi's eyes widened in hopes that he really meant what he had just said. Shifting restlessly from one position to the next, Quatre soon realized what he had said and shook his head. "I-I mean as in friends. Not really my girlfriend. No, nothing like that at all!" he waved his hands in front of him nervously.

Usagi's eyes dulled. "Oh." Was all she could say to him. Quatre intertwined his finger nervously and finally shifted his focus to Usagi, concern filling his eyes. "Why are you sad, Usagi?" he questioned in the most irresistible voice. Usagi had to turn away to keep herself from squealing. "I'm not sad, Quatre." Usagi simply denied him while placing her hands on her lap.

After a few silent seconds, Quatre gently seized her by the shoulders and tucked her head under his chin for a hug. He clenched his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, as if bracing himself for a punch to his stomach. "Usagi Tsukino, will you be my girlfriend?"

Silence again.

Then, Usagi replied with a puzzled look. "I am your girlfriend. Didn't you just say that you and I were friends already?" she questioned. He loosened his grip on her shoulders and breathed out, gazing at her eye to eye. "No, nothing like that at all. I mean as in my girlfriend." Then he braced himself again with the same weird expression on his face.

A cold rush sparked throughout her body and up her arms—her hands were especially cold. She tried to keep her smile in, but she could feel her cheeks go numb as her grin widened with each passing second. Her stomach flopped about and she felt weightless. That was probably the best feeling in the world.

"So how does this girlfriend-boyfriend thing work?" Quatre asked, scratching his head with a sheepish grin. Usagi let out a hearty laugh with tears clinging to the corners of her eyes before responding with a shriek. "Oh God, we're fifteen and we don't know how this thing goes! How pathetic are we?" then she proceeded to laugh again until Quatre wrapped his arms around her hips and whispered. "Very."

Usagi blinked once. Twice. And once more.

Quatre Raberba Winner was standing before her; along with her current fiancé and her other former boyfriends, of course. But goodness, he was beautiful. So perfect, she thought just as she always did when she was still fifteen.

"Excuse me?" Darien arched a brow at his fiancé, clearly confused. Usagi blinked again. Had she said that out loud? Then her eyes grew dull with nostalgia as she ignored Darien's signals for her attention. Memories of her first love flashed into her head as she tried to recall why they had even separated in the first place. Then she finally remembered why.

They were three years older since the start of their relationship, and even when they were eighteen, they still hadn't shared their first kiss. Usagi would simply call their displays of affection "ridiculous" but after three years, she didn't mind at all. She was happy, he was happy, and the music touched her heart with the same depth as the first time she had heard him play his violin.

For Christmas, Quatre had set up a beautiful dinner atop a roof that overlooked the beautiful city. She had briefly burst into tears upon her arrival and quickly devoured the food on her plate to cease her crying. The night ended with a song that he composed—just for her. She watched intently as he played. A serene smile graced his lips as thick lashes framed his deep blue eyes. His fingers traveled swiftly along the neck of his violin. Goodness, he was just so perfect. Just how she liked it.

After he had finished his song, he took her hand into his and gently skimmed his lips on her hand before kissing the tips of her fingers and he pulled her out of her seat and towards the edge of the building to take in the wonderful view of the tall buildings and the luminous city lights.

Then he turned to her with a pained expression and cupped her cheeks. He'd finally done it. He'd finally kissed her—and Usagi knew that it was definitely the best feeling in the world.

After that night, she hadn't seen him again. Rashid, the family butler, had informed her about his flight to outer space. Something about seeing (and living with) his sisters at the space colonies. According to Rashid, Usagi learned that Quatre had a great deal of a problem in saying goodbye to people he cared about.

She decided that she'd wait for him until he returned to Earth. Another year had passed and before she knew it, Christmas time had come again. She finally came to a conclusion that it wasn't possible for Quatre to continue being with her again—even if he did come back.

Usagi shivered under her thick coat and sighed. "I'm gonna miss the beautiful music."

A/N: Here's chapter one! Haha, yup! Quatre is her first boyfriend. Not sure what the next chapter will be about yet. I'm going to have to brainstorm some more.

Readers: Who should Usagi end up with? Who should Ami end up with? Who should Makoto end up with? Who should Minako end up with? And who should Rei end up with? Please review and look forward to the future chapters!