This all started with me wanting to write some fanfiction stories for my little sister. Quinn and Logan are one of her favorite couples, so I hope this tale is little sister approved. It may be a one shot or it could continue, I haven't really decided, and she may hate it… but I thought I'd give it a try! It's written entirely from Logan's perspective for this part anyway…Hope that you all enjoy! Much Love!

"The Collective Trials of a Quinn-ventor and… Logan"

The Weirdest, Hottest, Greatest Part – As told by Logan Reese

I was walking the PCA campus, with a new spring in my step. I was a free man, once again. This couldn't be a shock to anyone, because no one knew of the complete ridiculousness that had stolen me away, for a little bit... and now, no one ever would. NO one...

You see, there was this whole weird thing that happened between Quinn and me right after she got dumped by Del Figs. She was conducting some kind of "experiment" where she was using make-up, and attire that was downright risqué, to win back her former boyfriend... if you could really even call him that.

If you asked anyone else they would simply say, "I'm trying something new."

No, not our nerd. No, she's 'conducting' an 'experiment,' like the guys even worth her effort.

I was glad to hear that the relationship was over, good for her, I'd thought. I'd never understood her fascination with such an UN-fascinating person! Then when I saw how miserable she was; because he couldn't even break up with her the right way… I got mad. I still have no idea why, at first everyone kept telling me it was because I hated Del Figgalo. But I know that isn't it! Michael said it was because "Quinn is a great friend to all of us, she's always got our backs when we need her."

Though that doesn't sound right either. I mean, I've fought with her nearly since we met. Lola called us, "frenemies;" but that doesn't seem right either.

I was riding my Jet-X, when I spotted Quinn crying on a bench and I talked to her. It's probably one of the only direct conversations we've ever had where we weren't screaming at each other every few minutes. Though that could have been because of how heartbroken she was; she wasn't herself, in more ways than one. She'd loved that snore-fest boyfriend of hers, she'd actually loved the guy… like for real. I've never loved anyone like that, I couldn't imagine waking up one day, thinking everything is fine and being blindsided like Quinn was. It wasn't a fling or anything either, she spent the greater part of the last two years loving that bore-a-saurus… it was all one sided and now she finally realized it, two years too late.

Long story short, I could not leave her just sitting there feeling like nothing. Especially when the nothing in this equation is the walking - talking void that let her go! I told her she was better than that, he was an idiot and he was gonna realize his mistakes all too soon. That if she's smart, as I know she is, she'll find someone much better for her. Given I could throw a rock around here and any random male struck by that projectile was bound to be better than Mark!

I made her put back on her glasses, telling her I liked her better when she was just herself...just Quinn our nerd… and we kinda kissed.

Sure, it was totally innocent, nothing out of the ordinary. She was on the rebound and come on, if I had been talking to me I would have kissed me too. The girl is only female, warm blooded and brilliant. Just cause she wears glasses doesn't mean she's blind. How could I expect her to resist?

We kissed and it was by far the strangest moments of my entire time here at PCA. The even odder thing about this whole escapade is the fact that I think the most shocking part of it is... that it wasn't terrible. I mean no offense to the geeky, science-driven dorks or anything but you're not exactly famous for being beautiful or smelling good, or knowing what make-up is, or using a hair brush - You know what I mean! Science people aren't known for being... you know... hot.

I have certainly never seen a magazine with the top ten sexiest geniuses on the planet!

Have you?

I've always thought of Quinn as Quinn, nothing wrong with her, she was just... sooo Quinn. It wasn't till she started trying to change herself, or that smacking contact her lips slapped to mine that I realized... she is actually quite gorgeous. Not magazine, air-brushed, photo-shopped, fake chemical pretty either. She's like this real, naturally radiant kind of pretty that doesn't happen on an operating table. Though half of my step moms would love it if it did.

There was this weird time after the kiss happened, where I didn't know what was happening. We were fighting more than usual, or we were so awkward and freaked out by each other that it was starting to make us seem like dangerous company to all of our friends. Even the new guy, James, was all like "You two are a disaster."

So finally, I was yanked into a closet and was hissed at from between Quinn's little white teeth. After she was done sassing me up one way and down the other (Not the good kind either, I mean the stuffy, "Logan, grow up!" Sassing treatment that all the PCA girls give me.) she broke it down to me. Starting out with, "Logan, I'm only gonna say this once; so pay attention. You can be a nice guy when you want to be, but you can also be a real jerk when you want to be. With you, I never can tell which guy I am gonna be dealing with; even though sometimes I truly consider you one of the best friends I have."

"You do?" I interrupted.

"Yes!" She exclaimed smiling, then she went on to explain, "The other day you happened upon me at one of the lowest points I've ever fallen to and I still have no idea what made me kiss you. All I do know is that it happened even though I can't explain it and ever since that action, things have been getting steadily worse between us. I don't want that and I hope that you're of the same mind."

I agreed, so she went on to say, "The best idea I can come up with is that we forget it ever happened. Just let it go and return to the normal order of things, so that our friends aren't alienated away from us entirely."

I don't know what 'aliens' have to do with any of this, but it sounded like I was off the hook and that was a good thing.

I even remember saying in the moment, "Boy, that is a relief. I was totally afraid that you were totally into me, and that kiss was what had made you realize that you wanted to start something with me."

We'd both laughed, and Quinn said, "No, I think I need some time before I start dating again."

"Why? Del Figgs sure didn't waste any time." I felt that I needed to point out.

"Oh I know, it's just that I still feel so... hurt."

"Really?"

"Yes, I pride myself on being an intelligent person of science. I'm rational and can usually find reason in the unreasonable. That's what scientist truly are, the unveilers of mysteries of the universe. Yet as bright as I am it took me two years of wasting my time to realize that I was loving someone who obviously didn't feel the same... I'm more hurt that I was really so naive more than anything else. How could I have been so stupid?"

"Naw, you weren't stupid." I said, before I could stop myself.

"You don't think so?"

"No, I know that all of that 'love stuff' can knock out the most brilliant person and make them act a lot dumber than they are."

"That's almost a romantic perspective Logan. I didn't take you for a romantic type."

"Then you've pegged me right," I said patting her on the back. "It's just I know from years of watching my birth mom, step-moms and almost-moms make my dad nuts. He's always been one of my heroes, but those women had him at their beckon call, and they all knew it."

"So your dad is the romantic type."

"One of the best, it's the only respect I swore that I would never be like him. That's why all of my dealings with girls are strictly casual. Like that kiss we had, but not all chicks get it when I try to explain it them."

"I bet they don't," she smiled and her eyes did this thing where they just glittered behind her glasses. Her shoulders came up with reclaimed dignity and she asked, "So I get somekind points, tips or something for being one of the few who get it?"

"Yeah, totally, most girls aren't nearly that cool. So, get back out there and try again, that kinda cool shouldn't get left on the shelf." I said having no idea where that came from. She shrugged at me that she would consider that, when my curiosity got the better of me and I had to ask her (because we were probably never likely to speak of it again), "Didn't it surprise you, how nice it was?"

Her eyes shot to mine, to see if I was teasing her or something. When she realized I was genuinely asking about the kiss we'd just agreed to forget. She smirked, just an upward curving on one side of her mouth and nodded, "Yes... it wasn't bad."

"I was surprised..." I went on, before correcting. "Pleasantly surprised, not that I thought it would be bad or anything, just-"

"I get what you mean," she cut in, thank god. "I was astounded too... but we can forget about now. It didn't mean anything."

"Right," I agreed, almost sad even to my ears even though normally I would be doing cartwheels. "It didn't mean a thing."

Dang it, why wasn't I celebrating? What the hell was wrong with me? Am I coming down with something, do I need to go to the nurse? What is happening right now? I powered through the rest of my classes and even hung out with my roommates. Only to have both of them ask me, "What was wrong?"

No matter how many times, I told them "nothing," they would not believe me.

They were making me crazy, I had to get out of there, so I left. They called after me, "where was I going?" I answered them that I was going for a walk and the mother hens informed me that it was raining (a rare occurrence here at PCA). I informed them that neither of them where my mother and grabbed an umbrella as I was heading out.

I walked aimlessly for ages, just listening to the sounds of the rain all around me. It was coming down pretty good when a gust of wind blew at just the right angle to break my umbrella [well, Michael's umbrella, really]. So well that I crammed it down into a trash can and just kept walking. I have no idea how I ended up back at that old bench, but that is exactly where I ended up. The same bench that the kiss had happened on.

Of all of the places in the world for me to end up, what could have pulled me here? What shift in the universe as we know it, could have dragged me out into the rain? To this spot again? I had to be sick, and if I wasn't this rain was sure to do the trick. It was all of these thoughts swirling thoughts in my head, that made me feel the need to sit down and just close my eyes for a second.

The moment I sat there again and let my eyes drift closed, it all became clear. The answer to everything, was Quinn. Yes, brilliant, dorky, vibrant Quinn. She'd brought me here to this place again, or recollections of her had. She'd made me always take notice her, long before any of this happened. She'd always challenged me, never been afraid to put me in my place and she was so much more than just a dork. Why didn't I see it before? I wasn't sick, there wasn't anything really wrong with me, besides the fact that I had kissed Quinn and I'd liked it. The only thing that could even be considered a failing in me, was that fact that I didn't want to forget that kiss. Not the way it'd felt, not the way she smelled, the taste that keeps lingering when I think about it. I didn't want to pretend it hadn't happened, or that it hadn't meant something...

What the hell? This wouldn't be a big deal at all if it had EVER happened before. It simply hadn't, I'm Logan Reese one of the coolest parts of me is my aloofness. My ability to not get too wrapped up in any girl particularly, just appreciate them all whenever given a chance. Never before had ANY girl broke that barrier, not a one. Yet Quinn was blasting her way through all of my carefully placed cool barriers like it was her job. She'd kissed me and it had meant something, but what... what was that something, I had no idea.

I could easily find out by kissing her again, the only problem with that idea; was that I was pretty certain, that Quinn wouldn't feel the same. She had been very matter-a-factly about her feelings and wishes on the subject. Saying it meant nothing, it hadn't been bad, but 'just a kiss' nonetheless. She's still got a broken heart, she's on the rebound and usually I would be jumping at the chance to be any hot chick's rebound revenge. So what was holding me back from this one?

Hot chick? Quinn? Boy that kiss, as short and unorthodox as it had been, had done a number on me. I could almost hear Quinn talking to me. Like her voice was mixing into the sounds of the rain all around me.

Then the Quinn voice was too loud, and close [and borderline hysterical] to be artificial. So I opened my eyes and there she was. She had a special unbreakable umbrella, clearly a 'Quinnvention' that did all kinds of useful things. The only thing I knew it was doing for sure was the keypad had a little array of colored lights that was lighting her face just slightly in the dark, rainy murk. Oh, and this latest invention had made it this far without breaking, exploding or causing chaos. These were all good signs, then I realized that she was shouting something at me. So I asked, "WHAT?"

"I asked you what in tarnation are you doing out here on a night like this?" She repeated before asking, "Do you have a death wish and want to get sick?"

I explained, "No, I needed a walk and my umbrella broke."

"Well, why didn't you just head back inside, then ya ninny?" She asked me, with real concern.

"That probably would have been the better idea, I just needed to walk some more; I don't know."

"Oh, are your roommates making you nuts too?" She asked taking the seat next to me even though it was bound to soak through her cargo pants she was wearing.

"Well, they certainly weren't helping me much." I shrugged, before continuing, "I have to say it's moments like these where I miss Chase most. He would have known just how to help me, but no, he's in stupid England. Chasing after stupid Zoey, who's here!"

"They are a mess, that's established," she agreed. "What do you need help with? Maybe I can be of assistance."

I cleared my throat uncomfortably and before I could even get my full "don't worry about it," out. She had to sock it to me with this...

"Oh, come on, I'm a great listener. Not to mention, certain 'somethings' that must forever go unspoken between us, don't change the fact that I will never forget your kindness and warmth the other day. When I'd needed it most."

"You won't?"

"No, of course not..." she smiled, then I could see she was beginning to feel a little awkward and she said, "Let me return the favor."

"Oh, don't worry... it's nothing like what was bumming you out. It's just stupid guy stuff, ya know."

"If it's got you sitting on a bench in the rain, I don't think it could be all that daft. I mean, clearly it's upsetting you enough to remain here; even before I brought my Quinn-matic umbrella over here."

Why does she have to be so smart? "I appreciate it, but really, it's nothing."

"Hmm, well, suit yourself," she shrugged. "If ya don't want to talk about it, that's cool; we'll just sit here and watch the rain, okay?"

"Do you like the rain?"

"I don't know, sometimes it just sucks, other times it can be comforting." She shrugged and I totally noticed her trembling.

"Are you cold?"

"No-o, I'm per-fect-ly f-f-fine." She said while trying to not tremble. Then she went on to explain. "I'm-m n-not c-co-old-d, it's-s th-is stu-pid um-bre-lla."

"Your umbrella?" I asked.

"Yes, f-f-for s-ome-rea-son i-i-t's-s sh-ort-ing OUT."

Trying to be of some help to her, I tried to grab onto the handle of her umbrella too. I didn't realize that I was grabbing the same places she was holding onto, because I was looking up when I took hold. I didn't see that I was latching onto her until I felt the handfuls of softness beneath my fingers. I felt an electrical current pass through us both that had nothing to do with her Quinnvention.

I also hadn't realized that I was so close to her, but I was so near that I could see the teeny raindrops clinging to her eyelashes. She really does have the prettiest eyes, that are somehow brought out by her glasses. Even though most chicks look better without them. Usually the color of her iris' is so boring on everyone else, yet she rocks it. Before I could stop myself, I was touching her face and wiping at some of the droplets before they made her makeup run.

"Logan?" She questioned, sounding a little startled and something inside of me literally made a snap sound. I don't know if it was just because I had been thinking about it all day. Or if it was just something about hearing her say my name that sent me over the falls. All I do know is everything kinda went dark around us {or darker} and I grabbed her up into a kiss. Only this kiss was longer and steamier than our first. I pulled the umbrella down over our faces so that the moment wouldn't be disturbed and we were less likely to be recognized. It was so chill-inducing, toe curling and breath-stealing that when we did pull apart I felt every hair I had standing on end. I felt Quinn's hands slid down my arms and I knew she could feel the goosebumps that were popping out every which way.

We looked into each other's eyes, and I asked her "What is happening here?"

Before she could answer, and she was going to answer! I felt the painful, REAL electricity hit us and I was sent backwards by high voltage. The next thing I recall is waking up in the infirmary, in a bed that was assigned next to a bed that had Stacey Dillsen in it. Who was (of course) building our dream home out of cotton swabs and white glue. I was stuck there for days with electrical burns and injuries, that needed painful treatments and ointments to get better.

As if these analysis (and Stacey) weren't insufferable enough. Everytime I closed my eyes, all I could see was Quinn. I wasn't allowed to go see her, I had no idea if she was even okay. All I did know is the dreams I was having were the kind of misery that I could really get used to.

When I was finally out of there, and able to peel Stacey's parasite presence from mine. I was looking everywhere for Quinn, no one wanted to tell me where she was because everyone was convinced that I was gonna be mean to her. So I ended up marching into the girls dorms and camping out till I could talk to her. Zoey and Lola were no help at all, I'm pretty sure that they were one step away from sneaking Quinn in though their window. Good thing that their dorm room is a story up this year and their fire escape is kinda craptastic. No way even Quinn is that desperate.

I was standing, leaned against the wall when after three hours of aimlessly waiting, outside the girl's dorm-room (and getting eyed by CoCo; like I was a wolf about to snatch away one of her precious sheep). Quinn appeared, and she was still wearing bandages from our little explosion too. She smiled timidly and said, "Hey Logan, glad to see that you're all right. I had been keeping tabs on you, but they wouldn't let any of us visit."

I nodded and said, "I'm glad that you're alright, did you know that you're a hard woman to get a hold of?"

"Yeah, sorry about that? I'm in the middle of some very intense experiments right now, and since I accidentally got us all quarantined together that one time; my roommates won't let me do anything in our room. SO I have to log time in the labs..." Quinn yammered on while she was trying to get her key in the door. She seemed to be having some trouble distinguishing which of the keys on the huge ring of keys that she was carrying was her room key.

I simply said, "Quinn?"

She went on as if she didn't hear me, "... I told them they were being overly critical. After all, we've known each other for years and I've been quarantined plenty of times. This was the first time any of them were caught up in it too-"

"Quinn?"

"Besides there's plenty of things I wish that they wouldn't do, and I don't complain."

"Quinn!"

"I'm sorry Logan, I'm so sorry that my umbrella shorted out and you got-"

"I'm not here about that-"

"You're not? Everybody has been telling me all day that you were mad. That your Dad might even lawyer up and sue me for what I did."

"I'm not mad, I'm not suing you, I just needed to know two things. Two insignificant facts, and you can feel free to get quarantined in one of my family's penthouses for all I care."

"Well, you may want to watch how you say that. I might just have to take you up on that."

"Are you gonna let me ask you the two questions or not?"

"Go ahead, but I don't think we should do this here, in the hall."

"Why not?"

"Do you really want Zoey or Lola, or anyone else we know to hear this?"

"No." I said, just before she grabbed my hand and towed me behind her claiming, "she knew the perfect place."

We found ourselves once again in the closet that we ran into the other day. There were a few minutes when the door closed and we were lurched into total darkness that shot my blood pressure up. She was so close that I could feel her warmth and all I could smell was this clean sweet smell coming off of her hair. She must have just washed it, or something. When the lights flipped on we both did a little jump away from the other because we had been right up at each other and it was more than a little awkward.

Quinn seemed a lot more relaxed about everything now that she knew I wasn't mad. She asked, "So, what do you want to know?"

"First thing, how are you, are you alright?"

She hesitated for a moment and said, "Yes, I'm fine."

"Why'd you answer so weird then?"

"Well, I'm not used to being asked that, I suppose. I get blown up so often that people stopped asking me that back in kindergarten."

"That's mean," I said making a face.

"It is kinda mean, but it's all in pursuit of science. How 'bout you? I heard Stacey was taking good care of you."

I crossed my arms and cringed so hard that I made a natural audible sound that resembled a growl while Quinn giggled. "Please don't mention that... like, ever!"

"Okay, okay, sorry!" She waved, just before going off into this long technical break down of what had transpired to make her umbrella fry us both. I felt like Marty McFly must have felt every ten or fifteen minutes in 'Back to the Future,' when the Doc was explaining things to him. I got what she meant in theory, but at the same time I was knocked out by her genius. Though in Quinn's case, I think it would be weirder for me to not be overwhelmed… or in my case maybe captivated was the more appropriate term… what is happening to me?

That was when she caught my full attention again by saying, "So, I just got really sidetracked... sorry! What was your other insignificant question?"

I had all kinds of different beginnings coming to my mind, better ones, smoother ones. Even a couple of slimier ones that I'm glad didn't slip out. Before I knew it I was asking Quinn, "What is happening here?"

She looked at me and I couldn't look her in the eye, not yet. Then I heard her say, "What's happening? I just explained, something must have harshed my invention's motherboard or waterseals, or-"

"I didn't mean the explosion or the Quinnvention, I didn't mean any of that stuff. What I meant was that first day, the kiss we're supposed to forget, the other kiss that happened in the rain? What is happening between us?"

"Betwe-... Log- ... You-" Quinn tried but she seemed just as struck by the question as I was by what was happening in my chest ever since we'd gotten into this teeny tiny room alone together. When she finally could make words come out, she did say, "That-Oh, Th-at's N-Nothing at all Logan. I was on the rebound; you were being so nice. We said, we'd forget-"

"Yeah, I know and promising that made this awful feeling, right here." I said grabbing at the center of chest. "Hurt so much worse."

"Wait a minute, hurt? Are you okay?" Quinn asked feeling for a temperature and putting a hand slightly to the left of mine on my chest. She said to herself, softly, "You are a little warm and your heart rate's running a little fast, is that normal?"

I took a hold of her hand and pulled her into my bubble, saying "It's been normal for me ever since that day."

We locked eyes for a long while and finally Quinn asked quietly, "Did you mention any of this to your physician?"

"To my doctor? Do you honestly think that this really has anything to do with something medicine can fix? Because believe me I have been on enough of it over the last week to convince me it's got nothing to do with a sickness. This is something else."

"Something else?" she repeated softly pulling her little wrist and balled up fists out of my hands.

Then she asked no one in particular, "But what else could it be? Clearly this is affecting your health and peace of mind. The way you talk, you would almost think that-"

"What?" I asked her imploring her to understand what I was saying. Her eyes locked on mine, and I know she realized what I'd hinted at.

For a moment we could only look at each other. Then she shook her head from side to side and stated simply, "that's impossible."

"What is?" I asked more normally, with a halfhearted shrug.

"You're talking like- No, Nope, I can't even say it."

"Well I can," I said bravely before I took a hold of her wrists again; all words and language of any sort left me entirely. I mentally slapped myself, told myself to MAN UP! This could be my SOLE chance to be real with her and I was NOT pissing it away. Then I said the words I'd been dying to say for days. "I don't want to forget Quinn, I don't want to forget it."

"Logan, this doesn't make any sense, we're too different you and I. It would be like trying to mix a heavy oil with water. Just a mess!" She exclaimed.

"I found myself defending a bit defensively, "You don't know that."

"I've had two years of wasting my time on something that was completely one sided. I won't be so wasteful of anyone's time again."

She was about to leave, when I did just manage to shut the door and somehow convince her to listen. "In the pursuit of science, and finding reason in the reasonless parts of all existence as you have said is your job... help me understand this, and if you're right, that this is truly impossible. We will never bring it up again."

She was suddenly trapped between my arms and the wall just beside the door. She crossed her arms a little uncomfortably for someone who swears 'it's nothing.' She asked, "How do you expect us to do that?"

"I suggest we conduct an experiment of our own right here and now. One that isn't going to be hard, interrupted by horses, explosions or one if not both of us being bummed."

"What kind of observation will this entail?"

"Huh?"

"I mean what kind of experiment are you running here, Reese?" She asked, and I grabbed her up into another kiss. She fought it for all of two or three seconds, then both of us were taken over entirely by that same elusive 'something' that had us both holding onto each other as if our lives depended on it. I had been thinking about it, and wanting it for so many days it was a relief to finally have her with me like this again. It was somehow even better than all of the times before.

As I began to stop however, this voice inside of my head cautioned me. Saying, "Just because you're relieved and admitting that this is what you want. Doesn't mean it's all the same to Quinn. That voice sounded suspiciously like Chase, and he was right. Just because I did get to have this moment with her, doesn't mean that she will ever let it happen again. So I took one last lingering kiss from her before I stopped entirely.

I thought that she would wretch away the moment I let go, and stopped kissing her. She instead stayed very close and wouldn't look up at me. So after a long moment of silence, I cleared my throat [which was suddenly feeling hoarse].

"So, ball's in your court, Pensky. Is it nothing? Or is there 'something' there that even defies your cleverness."

After a long moment of finding the floor a lot easier to look at than me. Quinn glanced up at me again and cleared her throat too. Before looking me right in the eye and leaning her back against the wall just behind her. "I think if my wisdom is being called into this evaluation I'm gonna need to do a little more research before I give you any answer."

"Research?"

"Uh Huh," she agreed.

I leaned my shoulder against the wall and sighed, "If that means that you're gonna spend hours hacking away at a keyboard than I'll catch up with you later. If you mean that you would like a little more of the investigation we were just conducting, let me know."

She turned to face me with her head leaned against the way. It was more than a little sexy and her smile at me was straight up sensual. Just before catching a handful of my shirt in her fist and pulling my face down to hers. Before we were both lost, she made me promise, "WE-NEVER-TELL-ANYONE-THIS HAPPENED."

I said, "Right," then everything else was a bit hazy.

I still have no idea what is happening between us… but I intend to find out.

Thank you so much for reading, I may continue it, I don't know… so let me know what you thought if you have a moment. Regardless god bless any of you who read this far and hope you enjoyed.

~DarcyBeDippy85