White It out Like Glittering Wax Butterflies

It Burns A Hole Through Everyone That Feels It...

Most of the alcohal effects had worn off by now.
Both Quinn and I were lying in Quinn's bed, just staring at each other. (No, you filthy perverts, we didn't have sex.)

"Hey... Anna..." Quinn said in a whisper.

"What?" I whispered back.

"Can I have your permission to kiss you?"

"Can I have yours?" I smiled.

"Anytime honey..."

I smirked as Quinn leaned in and kissed me lightly.

I felt like I was going to giggle like a little school girl, but I did all I could not to. All I wanted was to be here with Quinn. That's all.

Quinn pulled back a little. "That was... magical..." He smiled at his last word.

I smiled. "Yeah..."

"You know what'd be awkward?"

"Hmm?"

"If Bert or Jeph were listening in on us."

My eyes widened a little, then I looked to the door.

I expected to hear Bert say something, but, for once, they weren't there.

Quinn laughed a little. "I made you paranoid now, didn't I?"

"Just a little."

"I'm sorry."

"Ha, don't be."

Quinn pecked me lightly on the lips. "I still am sorry."

I rolled my eyes. "Fine Quinn..."