Welcome to what appears to be my weekly Quogan one-shot? We'll see how long I keep this up before I break down and make a full fledged multi-chapter story. This one is likely gonna be on the shorter side compared to the first two.

Your Taylor Swift song for this entry is Snow on the Beach aka the inspiration for this story. Fun fact: this story kinda stemmed from my current situation: it snowed in my tiny little south GA coastal town earlier this week and it's still an icy, winter wonderland outside as I'm publishing this. Can confirm it is, in fact, weird but fucking beautiful.

Also I wanna say a HUGE thank you to those of you who have favorited/followed myself or my stories or left reviews. Y'all have been SO welcoming and I'm so excited it be a part of this fandom!

Anyway, enough of my rambling. Enjoy!

It was barely before curfew when Quinn finally willed her legs to move her off the bench. Logan had left hours ago, after offering a mumbled 'see you later' while still not meeting her eyes. Not that she would've been able to tell though, seeing she as she was keeping her gaze on literally anything but him as he got back on his Jet X and drove away.

Them separating was probably best case senario right now, especially since she, a woman of logic, science, and rationality, was absolutely floored as to what the next step would be.

Half of her really enjoyed the side of Logan she just witnessed. He was actually there for her when she needed someone most, and she knew the compliments, albiet kind of twisted, were genuine since this was Logan she was talking about. But the other half knew this was likely a fleeting thing. She could name on one hand the number of times they'd gotten along since they met four years ago. Hell was more likely to freeze over before anything actually came from this, right?

Thankfully, Zoey and Lola were already fast asleep by the time Quinn made it to her room. She was freezing from her walk back in the dark, especially wearing as skimpy as an outfit as she was. She debated a shower to warm her up, but feared the noise would wake up her roommates and she most definitely did not want to deal with their interrogation right now. Instead, she opted to dive under the blankets as soon as she changed into warmer clothes.

Since when did California get this cold in February?!

She was thanking her lucky stars tomorrow was Saturday so she wouldn't have to battle through a full day of classes on minimal sleep. But that also boded a different problem: no classes meant she'd have to see Logan more than she was ready to. She needed time, experiments, something, to give her a chance to actually assess the situation from a place with reason. Her subconscious must have also understood that, because he infiltrated her dreams as well.

Quinn sat alone, dressed in her normal clothes, on a patch of grass not-so patiently waiting for Logan to show up. He had sent her a text some twenty minutes ago asking her to meet up so they could talk about...things.

Her breath hitched when she saw him come through a clearing in the trees. She had a funny feeling in her stomach and her usually calm head started to spin.

Well, that was new.

He sat beside her wordlessly and looked ahead before taking a deep breath. "Hi." She turned to face him for the first time since her lips were on his. "This is...weird?"

"Yeah." She nodded.

"I know you're fresh from being dumped, so I totally get it if you're not ready for another relationship."

She couldn't even muster herself to glare at him at the mention of Mark dumping her. She was too shellshocked. Logan Reece? In a relationship? With her? "Would you even want a relationship?"

He looked towards his lap and played with his fingers, his cheeks flushing. "With you, yeah."

What was that weird feeling in her stomach? And why was her heart racing? Before her head could process anything, her body moved her closer to Logan, and she pressed her lips to his again.

He kissed her back immediately, tugging her by the waist closer to him. Then all of a sudden she was being pulled off him and shaken violently.

"Quinn!" Her eyes flew open and locked onto Zoey's, who was crouched down by her bunk, looking at her concerned.

She sat up slowly, confused at her surroundings and why her roommate was shouting at her. "What?"

"Let's go." Zoey tugged at her arm, pulling her out of bed. She walked over to their shared closet and began taking items out. "Breakfast ends in 30 minutes and I'm not letting you wallow away your weekend over Mark." She placed the clothes in Quinn's hands before walking to the door. "If you're not outside in 5 minutes I'm bringing in reinforcements." Zoey threatened as she shut the door.

And then Quinn was left alone to spiral. Instead of waking up with a clearer picture of what transpired yesterday, she was left more confused than ever. Dream her wanted Logan, and apparently dream Logan also wanted her. Did non-dream her also want Logan? She shook her thoughts away and got dressed in a hurry, a little fearful of what Zoey had meant by 'reinforcements.'

Breakfast went quickly. The temperature hadn't warmed up much from her walk home last night, and many students, herself included, were very much not used to weather this cold, so they ate faster than normal in order to get back inside to the warmth.

Quinn fumbled with her fingers in her lap, desperately trying to not show the cluster of anxiety and stress she was currently feeling. Michael, James, Zoey, and Lola were all behind her at a pool table, which left her and Logan alone on opposite ends of the couch. She had done her best to avoid him for the better half of the day, but they had both been intentionally excluded from the pool game by their friends since they both seemed 'disassociated' as Zoey put it. She couldn't exact deny that - she had been in her head since breakfast concluded - but hearing Zoey call her out on it didn't feel great. Especially not in front of Logan.

"Hi."

Her head snapped up, the questions plaguing her all day finally going mute. It was then she noticed he didn't look much better than she felt: tired eyes, dark circles, and forehead wrinkles from where he'd obviously been deep in thought. That was definitely new.

"Hey." She gave a halfhearted wave.

"Do you wanna..you know...talk about it?" His voice was hushed and flustered.

She let out a heavy sigh and wiped the sweat forming on her palms on her pants. "Yeah, we probably need to."

Logan craned his neck to look around her, likely checking to see if the other four were paying attention, and moved to sit closer to her. "You're smart. Where is your head at?"

"Problematically, I'm not really sure. I haven't been able to um, run tests?" He cocked an eyebrow and smirked. Her cheeks flushed. "No no, not like that. I just mean I don't really know what it meant for me...if it meant something, that is." That last part might have been a half-truth. Of course it had meant something to her; she didn't just kiss her friends for shits and giggles. But she wasn't ready to fess up to that, especially without knowing where he stood on it.

He gave a breathy sigh and seemed a little disappointed by her answer. "I'm kinda in the same boat. I was hoping your brain could take the lead on this one."

A genuine, loud laugh escaped her lips before she could stop it. "We're a disaster." Logan let out a low chuckle in response. She took a breath once her laughter had died down before continuing. "I think that's why I'm so confused. I mean you and I?" She gestured between the two of them. "We don't make sense. We're like oil and water, snow at PCA."

He sucked in a breath. "Yeah."

"Then I guess we should..." She trailed off.

"Forget about it?" He finished.

"Yeah." She mumbled, ignoring the aggressive pang in her chest, and quickly headed for the door. She briefly heard Zoey yell something to Logan accusing him of making her leave. But she didn't miss the way his voice sounded..different...when he called her a freak to Zoey.

It was only when she felt the sharp pain on her face after stepping outside she realized she had let a few tears escape and the unusually cool temperatures were making them start to freeze to her face.

That confused her even more.

She suggested they forget about it. Well, technically he did, but she was going to suggest it, too. She just couldn't get the words out. Probably because she didn't actually want to, but it made the most logical sense for them to.

Right?

Quinn's Saturday night went quite similar to that of the night before. It was two in the morning and she was still staring at the bottom of Lola's bunk, wide awake. Fine, maybe that wasn't entirely true - she was exhausted. But her brain simply refused to give her any peace. Determining sleep was a lost cause, she swung her legs off the bed and grabbed a hoodie before dipping out of the room as quietly as possible. Heaven help her if either of her roommates woke up to her sneaking out in the middle of the night.

She wasn't exactly sure where she was going, and half debated turning around when her skin met the icy air, but her feet continued on. Her legs took her across campus, parking herself a few yards away from a bench.

The same damn bench.

But this time, it was already occupied.

She could see him actually shaking as she approached. Whether that was because he was so stressed or because of the weather, she didn't know. A twig snapped under her foot and his head shot up, looking like a deer in headlights.

"Jesus, Quinn. I thought you were campus security." He breathed out, clutching his chest and trying to regain control of his breathing.

She looked down sheepishly. "Sorry. What uh, what are you doing out here so late?"

"I needed to think."

"Never thought I'd see the day Logan Reece would need to think." She laughed slightly, trying to break up some of the weird, slightly awkward tension that was slowly filling the chilly air.

He cracked a smile. "Yeah, me either."

She moved to sit on the bench next to him, the same spot she'd found herself the day before. "You wanna talk about it?"

"Not really." He sighed, turning to face her. "But I have a feeling you're not going to go away until I do."

"I mean you're on my thinking bench." She gave him a light nudge with her elbow, earning a small smile from Logan. "Fine. If you talk to me, I'll tell you why I'm here. Maybe we'll both feel better by the end of it." Selfishly, this proposition was mostly for her benefit. She'd (hopefully) get to figure out if he was just as distraught about their situation as she was, and she genuinely might feel better about her issue if she got to talk about it. She was desperate. Anything to make the voices stop and to calm the day-long pounding in her head.

He sighed before nodding, clearly distressed about something. She won't deny the small amount of hope it gave her. "I'm just confused. Nothing makes sense right now. You're weird, nerdy. and you've frustrated me to no end for the last four years." He paused and looked at her, as if he was trying to determine if he should continue based on what he saw. Whatever he needed, he must have found, because he continued, albeit a lot quieter. "But none of that matters because I can't get the kiss out of my head. I wanted to go after you today, but Zoey..." He trailed off.

She looked down, suddenly very interested in her lap. "Yeah."

"Fuck it."

Her head snapped up, and she was met almost immediately with his lips on hers for the second time in two days. She inhaled sharply before letting herself melt into his kiss. Her hands slowly moved to tangle themselves in his curls. He pulled away quickly after that, and she very hesitantly opened her eyes, afraid he'd realized he didn't want this or her after all.

He glanced around them, a smile slowly creeping on his face. "It's snowing." She pulled back from him, looking up at the night sky. Sure enough, tiny little frozen droplets were fluttering down, dusting the area around them, and themselves, in flurries.

She smiled over at him, snow tickling the tops of her eyelashes. "Well, if we're like snow at PCA..."

"Then I guess we do make sense." He pulled her back in, grinning against her lips.

Slowly but surely I'm working through all my frustrations with the writers of Zoey 101 for not giving us as many Quogan moments as I think we all desired in the six episodes they allotted us - I'm excluding Rollercoaster for obvious reasons. Still mad about that one...

As always, thank you so much for reading! :)