What had I been thinking last night? He didn't want to know, nor did he need to know. It would surely hurt his feelings, and that was the last thing she wanted to do. But how could she stomach letting people know that she liked him… that she wanted to date him? That she'd gone from an intellectual like Mark (although he was pretty stupid in her book now) to someone like Logan. While she would never call him dumb, he definitely excelled in some things, it was no secret he was below her academically. And in maturity level.

But that night, she fell asleep happy. It was something that she'd deal with over time, right? Because she clearly didn't want to stop… whatever this was. And neither did he.

The next day, she got her answer. They were dating. Officially. She was the girlfriend of Logan Reese and he was her boyfriend. Somehow, by magic, she got the answer to another question… he was just as embarrassed as she was. That meant she was in the clear. They could keep this hidden and neither of them would be hurt.

But keeping this secret was proving to be more difficult.

Michael can't keep a secret. Logan's words rang through her head as she sat in class. If he knew, then everyone would know. Her phone buzzed, and she looked down at a message from Logan:

We need to fix this!

Quinn picked up her head and looked at him across the room. His eyes were on her, too, which caused a little color to rush to her cheeks. He smirked proudly and she rolled her eyes at him playfully, bringing her attention back down to her phone.

I have a plan. Meet me before lunch

It was simple. If they fought in front of Michael, as they normally did, then he'd think that nothing has changed. Which, she'd explained to him before attempting to push the plan into motion. Instead, it left them with even more doubts as Michael claimed they reminded him more of an "old married couple" than the enemies they were trying to portray.

"Wanna go make out?"

"Absolutely"

That seemed like it'd be the only remedy at this point. Escaping back to their usual spot behind the wall, away from everyone and everything, she sunk into him almost immediately. With his back pressed up against the orange-painted cement, Quinn sat beside him with her legs over his lap. His fingers gently stroked her thigh over the denim of her jeans, and the other was tangled in the hair at the side of her head so she didn't accidentally bump it. She let herself completely fall away with him; the rest of the world fell into the background.

The bliss only lasted for so long. She pulled away and sighed.

He asked, disappointment in his voice, "What's wrong?"

"I can't stop thinking about Michael."

Logan frowned, "Not exactly words a guy wants to hear when he's making out with his girlfriend."

She couldn't help but chuckle, playfully smacking his chest. "You know what I mean."

"I don't know what else we can do."

Quinn bit her lip. It was something she did often when she was nervous or thinking, "I have an idea, but I don't think you're going to like it."

She was right. He didn't. But short of asking Michael if he knew and begging him to keep their secret, they didn't have a choice. Cautiously, she and Logan approached their room to confront their friend. Michael, to their pleasant surprise, was still as oblivious as before.

He clacked his way out of the room, and Quinn looked over at Logan with relief. He threw his arm over her shoulder and pulled her in for a hug, which she happily accepted. They stood there for a moment, and then he whispered, "We're alone now."

Quinn laughed. He was definitely a boy with a one-track mind. "The door is open."

Like the wind, Logan let her go, almost causing her to wobble slightly. He closed the door and locked it, smirking at her. "Problem solved."

Happy to have a bit of private time with her boyfriend, she did a quick skip towards him and jumped into his arms. He held her easily, keeping his arms on her hips, as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Like the magnets they were, their lips connected, and she pressed herself as tightly into him as she could.

"Now… I can… kiss you… with zero distractions," she spoke between each kiss, her lips dancing against his as she did. They couldn't bear to be far from his for long. With the Michael problem solved, she didn't need to think about anything else but Logan.

He smirked, "No more thinking about Michael?"

She shook her head, "Just thinking about you and your cuteness."

Kissing him once more, she felt that electricity pulse through her body. He was perfect to her, which was still such a surreal thought to wrap her head around. Just a week ago.. maybe two… time was mushy when his lips were on hers, she wouldn't have imagined them there. But now that they were there, in his room, tangled in each other, she couldn't imagine herself being anywhere else.

This feeling he gave her was new. Powerful. It was something she never wanted to lose. Needing to breathe, she started to kiss softly on his neck. His scent gave her a head rush and caused her to pull herself in closer. He tilted her head to the side, and she heard a small hum leave him; they suddenly fell back into the wall, and she giggled into the crook of his neck.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah," he replied shallowly. His breathing was rapid, and his eyes were closed, "That just feels… wow."

She smiled, satisfied. "Do you want me to stop?"

"Don't you dare."

Quinn resumed the soft kisses to his neck, and his fingers found her hair. His breathing picked up again and he bit his lip, "Baby…" he whispered.

She smiled wider; that was the first time he'd ever called her a pet name. She loved the way it rolled off his tongue. It felt her with such warmth. Happiness.

Suddenly, the handle started to jiggle. Logan's weight was the only thing keeping it closed.

"Logan!" Michael's voice rang through the door. "Logan! Are you in there, man?"

Quinn dropped down onto her feet as the hypnotizing effect of their kiss faded, and the reality of them being caught sunk in. They looked at each other, panicked, and then around the room.

Then, she sighed, turning to face him with a look of dread. She knew exactly what he was going to say.

"The window," they agreed in unison again. This time, her voice sounded less than enthused.

With one final kiss, Logan pressed against the door harder as Michael continued to pound on it, and Quinn made her daring escape.