Quinn woke up not much later, after falling asleep, all of her tiredness had been second to the new found excitement that coursed through her veins. She sat up in Clay's bed, holding a purring Patches in her lap. Quinn had forgotten about how cold Clay's room was, and the temperature had settled into her skin.

"The freaking AC must be at 60," Quinn muttered, eyeing his closet. Surely, Clay wouldn't mind if she borrowed a jacket, right? She put the cat on his pillow, before sliding out of bed and going to Clay's closet, finding a jacket.

She decided to grab the one he got when they went to New York.

All four of them, George, Quinn, Nick and Clay, flew up to New York because Clay didn't want to go by himself. He had a meeting with a company who was trying to offer him a brand deal, and he had to meet with them in person. Quinn was the one who picked out the sweatshirt for him, and all four of them ended up getting matching ones. It was a simple New York sweatshirt, the fabric black, with the state name embroidered in the center. Quinn slid it over her head, and put her arms in the sleeves, her hand automatically settling into the pocket. Her fingers grasped something and she pulled it out, looking at what she touched.

Upon realizing what it was, she smiled, remembering how the small piece of paper in her hands ended up in the pocket in the first place. The day of the meeting, Clay had dressed nicely, it was a formal business meeting after all, but he was a little worried that he would end up getting cold. So of course he took his sweatshirt for afterwards. Quinn had slipped the little piece of paper into the pocket, hoping he would find it. She wrote "I'm sure it went great, :) very proud of you!" Quinn wasn't sure that he had seen it, but he texted her from his cab on the way back to the hotel, you're amazing quinn, yknow that?

Patches meowed from her place on Clay bed, and Quinn realised that she had been meowing at Quinn's phone, which was vibrating. Upon picking it up, Quinn saw that Ellie called her.

"Hello?" Quinn asked when she answered.

"Oh my gosh, FINALLY, I've been trying to reach you for like thirty minutes," Ellie was trying to hide her excitement. She wasn't doing it very well.

"Mhmm, I've been asleep," Quinn decided to go along with it.

"Oh really? Where?" Ellie asked, the confusion in her voice was a lie, Ellie knew damn well where her roommate was.

"Clay's house," Quinn answered monotone, "Ellie, I know you know where I am."

"Whaaaaaat? No way," Ellie paused, "Okay fine. You're right, like always. Clay called me, and we now have a lot to talk about. Girls night!"

"Oh yikes, okay so we can talk tomorrow, Clay invited me to stay here tonight," Quinn looked down at her hand, it was swimming in the sleeve of the sweatshirt, "But I promise you will be the first to know."

"You better tell me everything," Ellie threatened, "Does this mean I should keep Nick here tonight?"

"Like you were gonna send him home," Quinn said sassily, "He practically lives with us El, but... yes, if you could keep him tonight, that would be great."

"Sounds good. Don't get railed too hard Q, alright?" Ellie's words made Quinn literally laugh out loud, why was she like this?

"Well, I don't know about getting railed just yet," Quinn bit her bottom lip, fighting the smile in her voice, "But no promises."

"Oh God," Ellie laughed, "I love you."

"Love you too. Bye!" Quinn hung up the phone before her lovable best friend could give anymore input.

Clay was in the kitchen trying to focus on making lunch. He had called his mom, he called Nick, who definitely told Ellie, he called George, he texted his sister, and now he was trying to keep himself from checking on Quinn. Was that what he was supposed to do? He wanted to be perfect for her, he just wasn't sure what that looked like. Not yet.

"Hi," Quinn said from behind Clay, who turned to acknowledge her. When he saw her though, he smiled real big, and used his hands to cover his face.

How was he supposed to not just fall in love with her when she did cute shit like this?

His sweatshirt was too big for her, but it was perfect.

"What?"

Quinn walked across the kitchen to him, and hugged him right around the middle.

Clay's face was burning, he bent over and buried his face into her shoulder, muttering an incoherent, "'S cute."

He was certain that she would kill him by accident.

"Oh," Quinn laughed a little bit, letting herself sink into the embrace before sassing Clay, "Well you keep your room so cold, I nearly froze," She shrugged him out of their hug, "Whatcha making?"

"I was trying to make grilled cheese, but I haven't gotten very far," Clay returned to in front of the stove.

"So... Do you want help?" Quinn opened the cabinet and pulled down plates, before sliding next to Clay by the stove, "Move it pretty boy."

"Ouch, the attitude," Clay moved out of Quinn's way gladly, and instead stood behind her, bending over to wrap his arms around her waist, "I can do it, Quinn."

"No, no, let me," Quinn insisted, "I would much rather have you where you are now," she reached up and rubbed Clay's hair.

Quinn gasped softly at the feel of Clay's lips against her neck. His hands traveled lower. Resting on her waist. He was trying to give her a hickey, right here in the kitchen.

"Clay," Quinn breathed out, she didn't want to stop him, but she didn't exactly want to fuck him on the kitchen counter. Yet.

"Hmm?" He hummed innocently, pausing for only a moment, before reattaching his lips and sucking.

"Clay," Quinn repeated a little more stern now, "Don't start something you're not ready to finish," this was a warning, because Quinn knew very well that she would become Jello in his hands, if he was to continue.

"Alright, alright, point taken," Clay rested his head on Quinn's shoulder again, "I just wanted to test something out," she could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Oh yeah? And what was that," Quinn sassed him, she regained her confidence quickly.

"I just... Wanted to see what it looked like for me to leave marks on your skin," Clay's voice was low, and right in Quinn's ear. Her stomach warmed quickly, and Quinn had to control herself, so she didn't forget that she was cooking lunch, "You're so pretty Quinn."

The way he said it made Quinn's heart pound. She had been told before that she was pretty, by her viewers, by Ellie, even by Nick and George, but when Clay said it, it gave her something a little stronger than butterflies. What happened to the guy who covered his face because he was blushing too hard? Quinn wasn't complaining, she never had the pleasure of seeing this side of him.

"Yeah?" Quinn was trying her best not to let her thoughts wander too far from the grilled cheese that she was flipping in the pan.

"Mhmm," Clay picked his head up off of Quinn's shoulder and let one of his hands drop from her waist, moments later she felt it connect to the spot that he had just left on her neck, "It looks good on you. I wonder what it would look like if you were truly marked up."

"I wonder..." Quinn heard herself say it before she could control her tongue. She could flirt.

"Oh?" Clay asked, a hint of surprise in his voice.

"Don't sound surprised, you know what you're doing," Quinn looked over her shoulder at him, and met his gaze as he was examining her. Normally when she caught him staring, it was out of adoration, this time he had something darker in his eyes, it made Quinn stand with her legs together.

Clay took advantage of the way Quinn turned her head, and he connected their lips. When he kissed her, he held her tighter than before, and there was a lot more heat in this kiss. The message was all too clear, "I want you so bad."

Quinn was basically putty in his hands, the way he held her, the way his mouth moved against her own, she was nearly shuddering. Quinn had no option but to just commit to memory the way his tongue pressed against hers.

"Clay," Quinn spoke in between kisses, "I'm. Going. To. Burn. Lunch."

Clay paused for a moment, and looked at the stove considerably, "Don't care. Not hungry."

He bent back down to kiss Quinn again, and she stopped him. "We have all day and all night," she reminded, laughing a little bit at how ready he was to just abandon lunch.

"I know, I know," Clay pouted, Quinn was right, "You're just perfect, and I want you all to myself."

"Well," Quinn held up the spatula, "I'm not perfect. But, I am yours."

Clay smiled at her words, even if she wasn't officially his girlfriend yet, she was his and he was hers, and it had been like that for longer than they cared to admit.

He took a step back and just watched as Quinn picked up the sandwiches from the stove and placed them on plates.

"Oh so you think you're a chef?" Clay teased as Quinn handed him a plate, looking rather proud of herself. This was the other thing that confirmed it for Clay, it was the way they could switch between almost fucking in the kitchen, to teasing the other.

"Considering that you were trying to seduce me? Yeah," Quinn was full of jokes, "What, it's like you're my boyfriend or something... sheesh."

Hearing her call him her boyfriend made Clay smirk to himself.

"Soon, I promise," he couldn't ignore the twinge of pink that colored Quinn's cheeks, so he leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead.

They ate lunch on the couch and Quinn was trying to ignore the hand that Clay placed on her thigh as he watched whatever show was playing on the TV. She was acting as if he wasn't doing it on purpose, because Quinn knew damn well the nonchalant way he played it off was bullshit.

"Clay," Quinn handed him her plate, "Would you mind taking this to the kitchen please?" There was no way she was gonna let him win this teasing game so easily. When he stood and left the room with the plates, like the sweet guy he was, Quinn did something she could never foresee herself doing. She got up and walked to Clay's room, before taking off her shirt and bra, but keeping his hoodie on. Quinn was nothing if not tactical. She had beat him back to the couch, and he didn't seem to suspect anything was up.

They spent most of the day on the couch, watching movies, or streams, or youtube videos on their phones. Some of the time they were cuddled together, and other times, they laid apart only connected by their hands that were intertwined at the fingers, or by Quinn's legs draped across Clay's lap.

It was only when Quinn realized the setting sun through the windows that she took into account how late it had gotten.

Feeling bold, Quinn moved across the couch and settled in between Clay's legs, her back against his stomach. He seemed not to mind this, as his left arm settled around her waist, his right holding his phone as he scrolled through Twitter.

"Can I put on another movie?" Quinn asked, and without hesitation Clay handed her the remote. She picked a boring movie that she had seen before, and she knew how it ended. Not that she was expecting to stay on the couch until the end of the movie. She had other plans.

As the starting credits rolled, she noticed that Clay's phone was forgotten somewhere, and his other arm fell against her waist as well. She smirked.

It was about fifteen minutes into the boring ass movie when Quinn put her hands on Clays and directed him up underneath the jacket.

It was a very quiet thing, the only reason that Quinn noticed his change in attention was that his breathing had shallowed significantly. Quinn slowly guided his hands higher until she heard him gasp quietly.

"When did you..." He started to ask, cupping her breasts in his hands.

"Earlier," Quinn responded, surprised at how good it felt to have his cold hands pressed against her warm skin, she hissed in soft delight.

"You mean to tell me you've been like this all day?" Clay's voice was mixed with a little bit of shock and intrigue.

"Shhhh," Quinn shushed him, "We're watching a movie," She felt him shift slightly underneath her, Quinn could've guessed as to why.

"Oh you wanna play the quiet game, huh?" Clay's voice had dropped again, and Quinn's stomach fluttered, "Let's see how quiet you can be then."

Quinn realised how much trouble she was in when she felt his fingers begin to move underneath the hoodie. He was going to tease her. Rubbing around her nipple, pushing against it, only to feel it harden against the pad of his finger, it was the most sweet form of torture.

She wasn't expecting it to feel this good, but once again, she had turned into putty. She was doing well at keeping back all of the gasps and whispers she wanted to let out, and then Clay pressed a single kiss behind her ear.

"I don't have a lot of guidance when you're sitting there whimpering like that. Why don't you show me where I should touch you," There was something the way he said it that made Quinn lose her self control.

Clay's hands reappeared from underneath the sweatshirt, but only to readjust to the inside of Quinn's thigh. There, he rubbed slow circles, paying no mind to the way his skin would brush against the hem of Quinn's shorts.

This caused Quinn to squirm in his hands, Clay knew all too well the effect he was having on her. A small noise formed in her throat, and she couldn't contain this one.

"Shhhh," Clay mocked, "We're watching a movie."

Except neither of them were actually paying attention.

She sat up abruptly and turned around, now sitting on Clay's lap as he lay pressed against the couch.

"Am I okay?" Quinn asked, she didn't want this to go any further unless he was alright with it.

"More than okay," Clay nodded, placing his hands on the tops of Quinn's thighs.

She had never let herself pay attention to how big Clay's hands were, but now it was all she could focus on, that and the sexy look that settled in his green eyes. Quinn felt like the luckiest girl to be on the receiving end of this look.

She leaned forward on top of him and kissed him with rigor. This time she had set the tone, and it burned with the same want that he expressed earlier.

Quinn almost instinctively rolled her hips against him, and he paused for a moment, his mouth falling slightly open. She had woken up something deep inside him, and Quinn wanted to explore where this would lead her. She did it again, feeling his hands move up to settle on her waist, as if he was guiding her. Watching him have this kind of reaction gave Quinn a sort of power that she couldn't deny liking.

"Don't start something you're not ready to finish," Clay attempted to make it sound like a warning, but it was more a plea. He wanted her to start this so bad.

"I know," Quinn once again moved his hands to hold her breasts under the hoodie, "but you should've expected this."

She connected her lips to his neck and sucked on his skin, pulling it between her teeth.

Clay was trying his hardest not to moan, knowing that it would be slightly embarrassed if he had caved before Quinn, but the combination of her tongue on his skin, and the way her hips rolled against him had him very, very, close, not to mention the fact that she was using his hands as a bra.

"Oh come on, Clay," Quinn said, disconnecting her lips for just a moment, "We're not playing the quiet game anymore, I wanna hear you."

And that just about broke him.

"Fuck," he breathed out, letting his head fall back against the couch.

"That's more like it," Quinn looked so smug, so prideful. If Clay wasn't so turned on, he might've made a joke to her about the way she looked at him.

"How about..." Clay breathed out, desperate for more space, "We take this elsewhere?"

"Perfect," Quinn got off his lap, and stood, "Lead the way."

Clay stood from the couch, taking a second to catch his breath, and readjust himself. Quinn's hand, however, stopped him. Her fingers brushed right against his dick, and it made his stomach tense.

"Don't," She grabbed his hand, "Leave it."

And leave it, he did. Instead he scooped up Quinn, and carried her straight to his room, not bothering to fiddle with turning off the TV. He had practically thrown Quinn onto his bed, mimicking a very similar action to one he did this morning.

He closed his door, shutting Patches outside with the TV.

This time, Quinn was on her back, and Clay didn't hesitate to get on top of her. The small adjustment to scenery had revamped his confidence.

"Quinn, listen to me," he spoke, he was in control, that was obvious, "Whatever you feel, I wanna hear it? M'kay?"

"Okay," Quinn breathed out.

Clay didn't hesitate to kiss her neck again, this time being a little bit rougher with her skin. He intended for it to be purple, using his tongue to soften the sting. Quinn's breathing had gone shallow, and he could tell that she was fighting something.

She tried to contribute by running her hands down his chest, settling against the waistband of his shorts.

"Off," she whimpered, tugging against his waistband, "Please."

Hearing her beg, was incredibly hot.

Clay stopped for a moment and looked at the girl underneath him. Her pupils were dilated, her lips were swollen, her cheeks were pink, she had hickeys on her neck, and she was in his sweatshirt. She was fucking gorgeous.

"Quinn listen to me," Clay dropped the seduction in his tone and regarded her seriously, "I don't wanna do this unless you're my girlfriend. That wouldn't feel right."

"Okay fine," Quinn huffed, "I'm your girlfriend, it's settled," She was desperate to have his skin on hers.

"No Quinn-" Clay started.

"I'm your girlfriend, I have been, you know that. Putting a title on it won't change the fact that you've been teasing me all day and now I want you to follow through," Quinn resumed taking her jeans off and letting them hit the floor, "I'm your girlfriend, kiss me."

And who was he to argue with that?

Clay began to let his hands wander, sliding all the way up Quinn's thigh, his hand brushing against the fabric of her underwear.

"Off," Clay mocked," Please."

And Quinn actually laughed. There was something that shifted in the mood, and she pulled him flush against her, kissing him roughly. Quinn needed some sort of power back.

She pushed, quite hard, until Clay was on his back, and Quinn was sitting on his lap, staring down at him with a determined look in her eyes.

"They'll come off, but you gotta sit here and watch, mkay?" Quinn was smirking.

Clay nodded like a fucking idiot, because what else was he gonna do?

Quinn rose from his lap, and stood in the room with a fake confidence. Clay was watching her every move. When she took off her shorts, followed by her underwear, she grew self-conscious, realising how cold Clay's room really was.

"The hoodie," Clay was very much enjoying this, "please Quinn."

Hearing him say her name like that made her stomach drop. She complied, standing fully naked in the middle of his room.

"C'mere," He said softly, gaping at her, "Oh my god, Quinn please come here."