AN: Well... This chapter was way later than planned... Sorry about that guys! I just lost the story in my head for a while but then it came right back when the Whitney Houston episode was on the other day. Note to self: Inspiration for fanfic = watching the goddamn show

Chapter 3

Skating was hard work. Quinn had been looking for The Book Nook for over an hour now. The leg supporting all of her weight on the board was starting to cramp. And worst of all, Quinn was hungry. Nevermind the huge breakfast she ate 3 hours ago, her tummy was talking to her with almost every push of the board. She promised herself to go one more block, and then stop for food. She could smell fresh baked bread and it was getting stronger as she kept going forwards. Quinn hopped off the board and bent down to pick it up. Walking into the small shop, she looked around. It was a small bakery which also appeared to make sandwiches…. with bacon. She ordered a sandwich and sat down outside at a little table on the sidewalk, and started people watching. It was one of her favorite past times.

Quinn had never been a person who was able to sit still, so she put her board under her feet and started playing with it. After finishing her sandwich, she began to move it from one foot to the other. A couple minutes later the board shot out from under the table and onto the sidewalk. Oh crap! Quinn thought. The board had gotten caught under the feet of a middle aged man and tripped him. He fell down on his knees but caught himself with his hands, and then grabbed the board before it could go into the street or trip another person.

Quinn ran over to him as he got up and dusted himself off a little bit. He was wearing loose jeans and a Yankees sweatshirt and was carrying a plastic bag full of magazines. "I'm so sorry sir, are you okay?" She asked.

He didn't look angry at all and he started laughing, "I knew I was going to trip at some point today, I just didn't know when! Here's your board back. And good for you! I should probably get some exercise today as well."

Quinn was taken aback. This guy should be pissed at her, but he was laughing about it instead. That's never happened to her. Usually people assumed she was up to no good and yelled at her. She took a closer look at the bag, inside were what looked like photography and nature magazines and written on the outside was The Book Nook. "Hey if you don't mind me asking, where did you buy those magazines? I've been looking for that store all day!"

He smiled again and said, "It's literally across the street, see?" He pointed across traffic. Sure enough, a tiny sign over a door was labeled 'The Book Nook'.

"Thank you, Sir. And I'm very sorry for tripping you." Quinn replied.

"No problem, have a good day!" He walked away.

After the very intelligent eleven year old directed Quinn to the Classics section (which Quinn thought was a fitting place to put her favorite trilogy), she began inspecting the different copies. It appeared that this bookstore also sold secondhand books. Quinn thought books had more character when the spine was already wrinkled and most often the used copies were published a longer time ago, which gives them that perfect 'old paper' smell. Book smell was the best scent in the world, other than bacon of course…

She found a set of all three books with the best smelling pages and ambled over to a huge leather chair in the back of the store. Man, if Kurt was here I wouldn't be able to sit and read. He'd need to keep moving or just get pissed off by the lack of sequins. Although, he just might be a fan of the music selection that's playing right now. Am I listening to Wicked right now? Oh god who the hell runs this store, the only person that seems to be working here is that kid who seems way too smart for his age.

Just then, Quinn noticed a short brunette walk in and sit behind the counter. Why is she so familiar? She's really adorable I should remember where I know her from, Quinn thought. Quinn went back to reading without giving the strange girl much more than the occasional glance. Quinn told herself it was just to give her eyes a break from the words but deep down she knew it was because this girl was just so cute!

First of all, she was tiny, and everybody knows that tiny things are cuter than larger things. She was like a little puppy. Secondly, every time Quinn looked up at her, she'd be either dancing or mouthing the words to the show tunes playing throughout the store. Next adorable thing on the list was this girls general happiness. She'd been working all day, but she clearly enjoys her job and is nice to the customers. The only strike the brunette had against her, in Quinn's mind, was how loud she was. She just randomly belted high notes in the middle of Quinn trying to read, and sometimes her peppiness caused her to talk quite loudly to the customers.

Willing to risk having her eardrums blown, Quinn got up and started walking towards the counter with her books. However, as Quinn got closer and closer, she remembered where she had seen this girl before. MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY! QUINN ABORT THE MISSION, YOU ALMOST RAN THIS GIRL OVER DON'T GO NEAR HER, ABORT, RUN, FLEE!

As quickly as she could, Quinn speed walked back to the chair, picked up her board, put the books down, and speed walked right out of the store. When her feet hit pavement instead of carpet, she dropped the board hopped on it and skated back home.

Quinn was never good at handling awkward situations, or just people in general. They usually thought she was really mean for some reason. Kurt always says that she has 'bitchy resting face'. She never approaches people anyway, and her BRF just prevents people from approaching her. That brunette was really cute, and there was no way in hell that Quinn was going to walk up to her after almost killing her! That would just be embarrassing… What would she even say, "Sorry I almost accidentally murdered you?" No! That's no way to start a conversation.

She'd have to think about this more carefully...