I don't know when it will be the next time I upload, because ever since this quarantine started because of the Coronavirus, I've been trying to keep myself busy by writing stories and I'm currently working on writing new stories. Well here's the next chapter.

Blushing and Smiling

Quinn woke up all of a sudden to feel her head resting on something she opened her eyes, letting them slowly adjust to the light pouring through her apartment window. She then sits up, only to realize that she's lying on her couch. Quinn then suddenly realizes a warm body is underneath her and two strong arms are wrapped around her. Quinn squirms a little, and looks up to see warm green eyes staring intently at her. Quinn feels her cheeks go warm, and Jerome grins at her.

"Sleep well?" Jerome asks softly.

"Yeah, did you?" Quinn asked still looking at Jerome. Jerome nodded. "But how come you didn't want to sleep in the bed? I said you could."

"I just thought you were lonely," Jerome answered innocently, then gives a mock pout, "Why? Didn't you like it?"

Yes.

"I am not having this conversation with you," Quinn scoffs, raising her eyebrows in shock, but also in embarrassment.

Jerome laughs at her nervousness, causing her to try and get up. Jerome then put his arms over her stomach, pushing her back against his chest, locking her in place.

"Jerome-" Quinn started, but then she saw his hands dart to her ribs, and she started laughing.

"J-Jerome! S-Stop tickling m-me!" Quinn giggles, and surprisingly he does listen to her.

Quinn looks up at him to give a snarky comment, when he cupped her face, and gently pulls her towards him, and placing his lips on hers. Quinn slowly started kissing him back.

When it got to noon, Quinn and Jerome decided to go out to spend time together. They first decided to have a picnic in the park with the lunch Quinn made with the help of Jerome. When they found a good place, they sat down to enjoy a picnic of ham and cheese sandwiches, chips, potato salad, lemonade and chocolate chip cookies.

Quinn then decided to break the silence by asking Jerome a question, "Jerome?"

Jerome looked at her as he munched on a cookie, "Yes, Quinn?"

Quinn hesitated for a moment but then asked, "Now that your mother is dead, do you have any other reason to stay at the circus?"

Jerome frowned and then shook his head, "Not really. I never liked it there, but after you were sent away, everything got worse for me, I hated it even more," Jerome replied, with sadness in his voice.

Quinn wrapped her arms around Jerome to comfort him, "I'm sorry, Jerome, but maybe now you can be happy again. If you want you can live here in Gotham maybe with me. Your mother and my father can't stop us now. I mean I know I only live in a studio apartment, but there's room for both of us, I'm sure we can make it work."

Jerome smiled softly at Quinn then cupped her face in his hands and softly kissed her lips, "I think I would love that Quinny."

After they were done in the park, Quinn and Jerome gathered everything and went back to the apartment to drop off the picnic bag before going out again. They did a lot of walking around in the city, they did stop by Haly's Circus, but they didn't stay long. Quinn knew after her mom died, her father was planning on leaving the circus too, but he didn't want to deal with her, which was why he sent her to school and Gotham and got her a studio apartment. They also decided to go out for ice cream. Jerome, as usual, got Chunky Monkey and Quinn got a combination of Cotton Candy and Mint Chocolate.

Later that night, Jerome and Quinn were on the couch in Quinn's apartment, watching Beauty and the Beast with a bowl of popcorn. But after an hour or so into the movie, they were cuddling and snuggling under the blankets. Quinn was resting her head on Jerome and Jerome was stroking her hair soothingly, which was slowly lulling her to sleep.

Twenty minutes later, Jerome and Quinn both fell asleep. They were then awakened by the phone ringing.

Quinn yawns sleepily, "I better get that." Quinn tries to get up, but Jerome pulls her back down on the couch and wraps his arms around her.

"Oh just let it ring, Quinny," Jerome breathes on her ear, tickling her.

"Jerome it might be important," Quinn states, trying to ignore his intoxicating voice which hard for her to do.

Jerome groans, but then he reluctantly lets her go. Quinn hurried to the phone to pick it up before it stopped ringing

"Hello?" Quinn answers.

"Hello? Is this Quinn?" a woman's voice says.

"Yeah, I'm here," Quinn replies.

"This is the Gotham City Police Department," the lady said, "Is Jerome Valeska with you?"

"Yes, he is," Quinn answers.

"Both of you need to come down to the station because someone is going to speak to you both, regarding Lila Valeska."

"Oh. Okay," Quinn replies back. That was sure quick. I hope they don't suspect me or Jerome.

"Thank you," she ends the call on me.

Quinn then feels Jerome snake his arms around her waist, which made her giggle softly. But she also noticed his shirt was off, the cuts and bruises lining his body, almost looking like a puzzle which was making her cringe. In some ways, Quinn was glad that Lila is dead, so that she can't hurt him anymore.

"Who was it?" He questions, drawing her eyes back up to his own.

"GCPD," Quinn answers him, "they want us to go down to the station, again."

Quinn notices Jerome's face fall slightly with worry in his eyes, as if remembering something.

"We didn't... y'know, do it," he points to the couch, where they fell asleep, "did we?"

Quinn's face turns a deep shade of red and stutters a little, "Uh I-I-I don't think so. Um, I mean, didn't we had our clothes on? But I like you, Jerome. I mean I like, like you. And I don't know if anything will ever change that."

Quinn's eyes dart to the floor. Why did I have to make it so awkward? Dammit, dammit, dammit. You prick, you stupid prick.

Keeping his hands around Quinn's waist, he pulls her closer to him, and she gives a little yelp of surprise.

"Quinn from the moment you gave me that birthday cake when I turned nine, I knew that I like liked you," he smirks.

"R-Really?" Quinn asked, with a small smile.

"Yes, and nothing ever changed since then," Jerome stated.

A smile plays out on Quinn's face with a blush. Jerome tries to kiss her, but Quinn puts a finger on his lips.

"We need to get dressed," Quinn tells him.

"I can help you undressed, if that'll help," Jerome suggests with a smile creeping on his face.

"Not funny Jerome!" Quinn scoffs, smacking his head playfully and pulling away from him, going the bathroom. Everything feels... perfect. As if nothing could ever go wrong.

Quinn shut the bathroom door behind her, and quickly changes into a black shirt, red cardigan and black pants. Nice enough, I guess. Quinn opens the door, and Jerome is already dressed too and she walks up to him.

"Ready?" Quinn asked Jerome.

He nods, "Are we going to walk there?"

Quinn nods, "I don't have a car, so..."

"Oh, yeah, sorry, I forgot," Jerome said sheepishly.

Quinn and Jerome made their way down the stairs, until they got to the car park level. After ten minutes of talking, they arrive at the station. When they get inside an officer directs them towards the interrogation room.

"Gordon is already waiting for you inside," he says.

"Thank you," Quinn replies, and he walks away.

Quinn then takes Jerome's hand, and squeezes it and he looks at her with an awkward smile.

"It'll be fine," Quinn said, and Jerome nods.

They both step inside. The officer was right Detective Gordon is inside the room, but he wasn't alone.

In the next chapter, Quinn learns the truth!