After throwing on her dark jeans, a white shirt and her leather jacket, Quinn snuck out of the house as quietly as she could, so she wouldn't be heard by her parents and jumped in her car. She put the key in the ignition and started the car, slightly wincing at the loud noise it was making directly outside her parents' bedroom. Without wasting another second, she pulled out of the drive and down the dark cold road. She tried thinking about what to say, but nothing seemed to fit the way she felt. If she was feeling rational, she would've turned around, gone home, written a letter and posted it to him. But at 1:45 in the morning, she wasn't in any rational state of mind.

After around 5 minutes of driving (due to the lack of traffic) she arrived on Blaine's street. His house was extremely recognisable, with a large Oak tree outside his bedroom window.

She parked her car on the side of the street and stumbled out of the car into the cold. She walked across the street and stood outside the large house. It was too risky to knock the front door. If his parents answered, they'd surely call Quinn's parents and there'd be hell to pay. So she stood next to the big oak tree and searched the grass for smooth pebbles. Unfortunately, Quinn's hand-eye co-ordination wasn't the best, so despite her endless romantic efforts, none of the pebbles tapped on the window. Then she noticed that the window was slightly open, allowing a small amount of sound in

"Blaine," Quinn hissed. "Blaine!"

She sighed, as the wind must have been too loud and overshadowed her voice. So, as a final attempt, she picked up another small pebble and tossed it at the window. Magically, it bounced off the glass and landed in front of Quinn. She stared nervously at the window, waiting for the curly haired boy to show.

A couple of seconds later, Blaine appeared, opening the window to see where the pebble came from. He was in a t-shirt and joggers, with his hair in a curly mess. That was just how Quinn liked him, as casual as he could be. She wasn't a fan of the gel and bowties, but simply the boy beneath them.

When he saw Quinn, his eyes widened and he leaned forward to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

"Quinn?" He whispered loudly.

"I have to tell you something."

"Now?"

"Yes. And I should've said it sooner."

Blaine was now extremely intrigued, and didn't break eye contact with Quinn. She gulped, but simply started saying what she'd knew all along.

"I love you. I'm totally, completely in love with you. When I see you, my heart skips a beat. I've never felt this way about anyone and I don't care if you think it's too late, I'm telling you anyway."

Without saying a word, Blaine opened his window fully, and climbed onto the oak tree branch which was directly outside his window. He carefully climbed down each branched until he finally jumped to the grass, right in front of Quinn. Their gaze was still locked, and he moved closer and closer until they were inches away.

"I love you too," He gently moved a stand of hair out of her face, before joining their lips in a magical kiss. Her hands moved to either side of his face, so she could gently stroke his cheek. After their sensational kiss, their foreheads rested together and they stood with their eyes closed for a few seconds.

"I still see sparks fly when you smile." He whispered to her, referring to the first time they kissed, straight after that song. She smiled and kissed him again, this time with more passion.

"So what do you say Blaine Anderson, can I be your girlfriend?"

"I would love that Quinn Fabray."