The semester had started and Quinn already had her entire weekend booked with library sessions, study groups, and maybe some time for sleeping and eating if she was lucky. Having things planned with very little chance for surprises was Quinn's forte but as with everything, people tend to cling to what they know when confronted with something they don't.

As she sat on her bed furiously typing, her phone buzzed on her desk, making a rattle that could be heard through the house.

"Quinn, I swear to God!" The short brunette stormed into her room. "At least turn it to silent if you aren't going to answer!"

"Can't. Busy. You." The pink haired girl frowned at her laptop screen, barely capable of uttering the English language.

Huffing loudly, Teagan swiped the phone off the desk. As she turned it on to switch it silent, a smile crept across her lips as she looked up at her housemate.

"Oh, big plans tonight, Cotton Candy?"

"Had plans. Too busy. Cancel."

The laptop slammed shut forcing a sharp hiss to come out of the normally quiet girl. Leaping out of reach from the claws that failed to dig into her, Teagan smiled at Quinn mischeviously.

"You weren't working on anything," the short, curvy girl said defiantly, brushing back her brown hair. "I know that because you haven't been humming and you always hum when you're working. Just like I know that if you don't want to go to something, you politely decline; not avoid. The only logical conclusion is that you are nervous to go." Her hazel eyes opened wide. "Oh my God, you're nervous! You like her!"

"No, I don't. I don't even know her and if you touch my laptop again," Quinn's blue eyes turned deadly, "no one will find your body."

"I don't buy it." Teagan frowned, unimpressed at the threat that she had heard over and over since they were eighteen. "She has you rattled. Who is this girl? What does she have that I don't? Are her boobs bigger than mine?"

"Why does that matter and how would I know th--"

Quinn's eyes widened as her hand was placed on Teagan's chest. With a reddened face, she recoiled and hid in the corner of her bed as far away as possible from her over-friendly housemate.

"What the hell, Teagan?!"

"Like you don't have some of your own. Now, you grab hers--with her permission--and tell me who has better boobs."

"Yes," Quinn rolled her eyes, "I'm going to just take a handful of boob--"

"With permission."

"--and scientifically deduce the quality somehow. You want charts or graphs? Maybe a Powerpoint?"

"Wow." Teagan's face became devoid of expression as she stared into the abyss. "I have never been drier than this very moment. How dare you bring science into this?"

Quinn threw a pillow at her. "It doesn't matter, anyways. I'm not going so your boob experiment is shut down."

The phone buzzed again in Teagan's hand and the nosy girl noticed the split-second of curiosity on her housemate's face before she read the message.

"'Wear something comfortable'?" With her attention on the phone, Quinn sprung across the bed towards the brunette who, despite her small stature, was able to keep the phone just out of reach. "Aren't you supposed to slip into something comfortable after you bring her home?"

While Teagan was distracted with post-date apparel, Quinn snatched the tattle-tell phone and glanced through the incriminating messages from Evangeline, pretending to be bothered.

"It's this weird get-together where they just bore themselves to sleep with overdoses of pop-culture. I'm not going," she stated as she slipped the phone into her pocket. With a pouty plop onto her bed, Quinn reopened her laptop--which was popped shut almost immediately.

"I'm going to chop you up, Teagan. I mean it this time. I'm going to chop you up in teeny-tiny bits and turn us into the next special on 60 Minutes."

"On what?" Teagan laughed. "God, how old are you? Just go to the damn thing. I have the perfect outfit to go with your hair."

Teagan ran out of the room and the quiet of her room forced Quinn to notice the odd sensation in her stomach. Before she could decide what it was, Teagan burst through the door and threw an oversized grey sweater at Quinn.

"Pair it with some black loungepants--yoga, if you want to get her blood pumping--and I don't want to see you home before three in the morning, young lady."

"You're going to stay home?" Quinn looked at Teagan skeptically as she mindlessly played with the fuzzy fabric of the shirt. "On a Saturday night?"

"Well... no. But I still don't want you here."

"Then how would you even know--"

"Don't bring logic into this! Just do as I say or I am going to hide your laptop!" Teagan walked out and Quinn was left in her room with only the sound of an angrily buzzing phone to fill the silence. She set the pullover down and pulled out the eternally convulsing phone to see the latest message from the name that made the corners of her mouth twitch.

If you bail, I'm going to fill your room with puppets.

Quinn didn't notice the twitching had grown into a smile as she sent a response.

Not bailing. Just had to finish up some stuff.

Good. Because I just pulled up.