About a half hour later Mark found Quinn sitting in the kitchen finishing off a granola bar. Her left hand rested over a mug that Mark guessed was empty. He stood in the doorway as surveyed his friend; her eyes were closed and he was unknown to her, so he had the ability to do so.

He was glad to see that she had her wings out and free, noting that she had cut holes in the back of her shirt to make that possible. The shirt was one that fit her well and he saw no hints of other clothing piled underneath it. He laughed to himself in his head, realizing that he sounded like a pervert or a creeper the equivalent of. But it was true: the black shirt and army pants fit her well, even if they showed that she was probably smaller than she should have been. Quinn would say in her defense that she was just naturally small but even over the past month Mark had seen her get tinier and tinier.

He smiled, happy to see that she was looking clean and refreshed. "Hey Quinn," he said softly, stepping into the kitchen. She raised her head and opened her eyes. "Thought I felt someone's eyes on me," she said, her tone teasing. "Like what you see 'Master?" She stood up and walked around to the other side of his stool, leaning on his shoulder and batting her long eyelashes. Mark tilted his head and smiled slightly, touching her cheek. "Hmm," he said, turning her head a little. Her eyes caught the light and flashed playfully. "You're nice but… not so much my type." He patted her head, as she was his height while he sat.

She laughed and shook her hair back, hooking her thumbs into her back pockets. "Have I told you that you have a really pretty smile?" Mark asked. Normally he wouldn't make the comment because Quinn would snap at him or smack him; she hated compliments. But she was in a good mood and they were goofing around so he felt he could say it. She cocked her head a little and her smile became relaxed. "Thought I wasn't your type?"

"I'm just telling you. You're my friend, I'm allowed to compliment you." Quinn nodded once, still smiling. "Well thank you," she replied, her voice soft. Mark shrugged. "No problem." She looked away, out the window, and a second passed. Then Quinn did something that Mark had never see her do:

She stepped up to him and hugged him.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, rested her head on his shoulder. Before he could hug her back she stepped away and shoved her hands back into her pockets, looking at the ground. Mark ran a hand through his black hair and starred at the mug on the counter. "You want some coffee?" Quinn asked extremely quietly. Mark looked back to her and watched and she went to sit on the other side of the island from him. He shook his head. "No thanks," he replied. She nodded and they both fell silent.

They sat there, both in their owns thoughts, for the better part of ten minutes, before the door opened accompanied by a wave of cold air. Mark didn't react but he noticed Quinn's wings shiver slightly and she winced. "Are you guys still in here?" Jack asked, walking into his kitchen, two shopping bags in either hand. Caim stopped in the doorway, leaning against the frame, his hands in his pockets. Kurt bamfed into the middle of the room with a large smile. "We actually only just came back in," Quinn informed Jake. He rolled his eyes. "Doesn't matter, you guys need to get out." His eyes sparkled. "I know! I know I know I know I know I know! We can go outside and build a snow fort and join in the Snow War!" Quinn blinked and Mark wanted to laugh at the confused expression that lingered under her features. "The Snow what?"

Jake glanced behind him at Caim, who smiled. "The Snow Wars," Caim repeated, nodding. Kurt laughed and Mark and Quinn switched between looking at the three of them. "Come on," Jake said, gesturing for them to follow. Quinn glanced at Mark, who shrugged. Then they both got up and followed Jake to wherever he was going to take them.

AN: Last chapter was filler kinda. This chapter was more relationship stuff with a bit of a cliffhanger or whatever you want to call it - I'm not sure. I apologize... things will get better once I get them in school.
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