"Good morning," Ryan greeted Quinn as he let her into the house the next morning. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, not entirely sure where he stood after last night when she'd stopped him.

"Hey," Quinn smiled back at him warmly. Ryan relaxed a little as they went into the living room. Quinn glanced at a stack of boxes sitting off to the side of the room. "Are you guys moving or something?"

"Oh, no," Ryan explained. "My dad's moving in with us, so that's his stuff. They actually went to pick up a few more things from his apartment. I think they might be shopping for other stuff too while they're at it."

"Oh. Wow. That's great," Quinn commented. "I mean about your dad moving in."

"Yeah." He smiled. He was happy to have his dad moving in. "So did you have a good night?"

"I did, thanks."

He gave her a hug. "I really missed you."

"I really missed you too." She reached up, pulling him down to her level to catch his lips in a hot kiss. Ryan responded eagerly, his hands reaching out for her hips, tugging her into him as her hand crept up his abs. Quinn tilted her head, running her tongue lightly along the seam of his lips for a moment before pulling back, leaving him breathless. She smirked a little at his dazed expression before pushing him down onto the couch, losing no time in landing on his lap and crashing their lips back together.

Ryan let out a low moan as Quinn slipped her tongue in his mouth, heat tingling all over his body as their bodies melted together, fitting against each other perfectly. His eyes fluttered shut as he grew lightheaded, giddy from having her all over him.

Suddenly Quinn froze, eyes flying open as she broke away from the kiss. Ryan's eyes opened as well, confused. "Quinn?"

She stared at him for a moment, wide-eyed, before standing up and running a hand through her disheveled hair. "Um..."

His brow furrowed. "Is something wrong?"

"What? No! No, nothing's wrong." She shut her eyes briefly. "Everything's fine. I just... I don't know, I'm not really feeling it right now."

Ryan stared at her, bewildered. Not feeling it? She'd been the one to start, and he knew she was feeling it. He stood up as well, a flash of insecurity running through him. Had he done something wrong? He tried not to let it show though. "Oh." He laughed a little nervously. "Okay. That's okay."

Quinn inhaled, catching her breath, still flushed from their activity. "Uh... how about we go out for a bit? I don't really... want to do it with you right now."

Ryan put on a smile, now very confused. "Way to kill my ego there," he joked, semi-seriously.

She put a hand up. "That came out wrong. Look, it's not you, okay," she said. That didn't sound good.

"Okay..."

She shut her eyes again in frustration. "Okay. Can we just have lunch?" she asked almost pleadingly.

"I... okay." Ryan stepped back completely, utterly bemused. Quinn spun around, heading out the door and into her car. Ryan got into the passenger seat. Quinn started the car, leaving the driveway, and Ryan glanced at her sideways. "Quinn?"

"Hmm?"

"You'd tell me if something was up, right? Like, if something happened while you were in California?" he asked hesitantly. He trusted her, but she was acting very weird. It wasn't as if he minded her not wanting to have sex, it was okay. But it felt like she was keeping something from him.

"Nothing happened," Quinn answered. "I just... I guess I'm just readjusting to Lima or something," she continued lamely.

Ryan wasn't completely convinced, but he nodded. She'd tell him if something was wrong. He just needed to wait.

The next day Ryan was in the driveway of his house, spraying Shelby's Range Rover with water from the hose. His mom hadn't wanted to take it to the carwash and had contracted Ryan to wash it for her. Ryan hadn't minded much, it was a sunny day, and he was being paid for it, so it was all good. He was almost finished when he saw Quinn's red VW pull up at the curb, his girlfriend coming out a second later. "Hey," he called out, grinning.

"Hello," Quinn answered, smiling almost hungrily. Ryan cocked his head a little as his girlfriend looked him up and down. He looked down self-consciously. He didn't see anything wrong with his clothes. Yes, they were wet, and his shirt was kind of clinging to his front, but he thought it could be excused since he was washing the car. Quinn's lips darted out to wet her lips. "I was going to ask if you wanted to go have lunch, but it looks like you're busy."

"Oh, yeah," Ryan smiled. "I was just wrapping up, so if you could wait a minute..."

Quinn nodded, looking him over again. "Yeah, sure. Why don't you just take it to a car wash?"

Ryan shrugged. "It's fine. Besides, it's summer, and I don't mind." He grinned. "The water's great for cooling off. And my mom's paying me, so." He flicked the hose at her playfully.

"Ryan!" Quinn jumped back, but not in time to avoid the spray of water from dampening her shirt. She glared at him playfully as Ryan just laughed. "Hang on, I'm almost done."

Quinn hummed. "How much would it cost for you to wash mine?" she asked innocently. He grinned as he finally caught her meaning, moving closer to her. She licked her lips again at the sight of his shirt clinging to his body.

"I'm sure we could come to a mutual agreement," he said suggestively. A smile spread slowly across her face.

"Hmm," she hummed. "What did you have in mind?" She let her gaze rove blatantly over his chest.

He smiled, leaning forward slowly before brushing his lips lightly over hers, testing the waters. She let out a small puff of breath, her mouth gaping open a little. Encouraged, Ryan moved in again, lips pressing against hers a little more insistently. Her hands slid up his chest, and his rested on her hips as he deepened the kiss. He bit softly at her lower lip, pulling a whimper from her before breaking for air. Her eyes were closed, her breathing shallow. He smiled. "We could start with something like that..."

She swallowed, eyes still shut. She bit her lip. "Then what?"

Ryan smirked happily, pushing her back to press her against the side of the car. "We could do something like this..." He pressed his lips against her neck, honing in on a weak spot, and she shuddered, tilting her head to give him better access. He started to pull back again, only to have her tighten one hand in his shirt and the other around the back of his head, keeping him in place.

"No, no, don't stop, that's good..." She gasped as he bit down lightly at her collarbone before soothing the skin with his tongue. "Yes..."

He moved in closer, pressing his body against hers, letting out a hiss at the contact. "You feel so good, Quinn." He nuzzled at her neck, his breath causing her to shiver. She scratched at his scalp, and he leaned his head back into her hand.

Finally she pushed him back. "We should probably stop giving the neighbors a show," she said dazedly.

"Okay." Ryan blew out a breath, stepping away. She was acting really weird, and he didn't get her signals. One moment it was go and then the next it was stop...

Quinn bit her lip. "I should probably get going..." she said.

"You just got here, and I thought we were having lunch," Ryan said, confused. "And besides, I got your shirt wet," he gestured at her top, which was slightly damp after he'd flicked the hose at her earlier and from his pressing against her. "Let's just get changed, and then we can go."

"Right. Okay." She nodded after a moment. Ryan smiled, leading her into the house and into his room.

"Just a second, I'll find you something to wear." He scratched at his shirt that was starting to get itchy before pulling it off.

"I..." Whatever Quinn was going to say was lost as she stared at him.

"Are you o -"

His question was cut off by Quinn suddenly closing the distance between him and smashing her lips against his. Ryan's eyes widened for a moment before he responded enthusiastically, wrapping his arms around her as she devoured his mouth, her hand running over his stomach. He let out a huff as her hand crept lower, bumping against his crotch, white hot heat spreading from every point she was touching him. Their kiss grew hotter and heaver, her tongue gliding against his until they were forced to break apart for air.

"How about I help you with that?" he panted, his fingers playing with the hem of her top. She just nodded, letting him pull it off, and he stared at her for a moment, swallowing at the sight of her in her bra. She smirked now, enjoying seeing him speechless. This time Ryan initiated the kiss, pulling her toward him as their lips crashed together. Quinn moaned breathlessly, lost in the sensory overload.

Oxygen became an issue yet again, and Ryan pulled back, transferring his lips to her neck. "Wait, wait," Quinn gasped. Ryan groaned into her neck, slowing down.

"For what?" he whined.

"For - for... uh..." She seemed to lose her train of thought as Ryan sucked on her pulse point. "Oh god, yes, right there," she moaned, arching into his touch as his fingers danced over her stomach before cupping her breasts over her bra.

"I thought you told me to wait," Ryan said innocently, his lips gliding up to hers, nipping lightly on her bottom lip. He thrust his hips forward lightly, holding back a moan as his dick pressed up against her thigh.

"I did, I -" Quinn gasped raggedly as he squeezed her breast. Slowly he dipped his head back down, peppering her neck with quick, wet kisses before skimming his lips on the tops of her breasts. "Oh God..."

He shot back up to meet her lips with his again as he stepped forward, pushing her back. She bumped against the bed, yelping as she fell back. Ryan grinned, immediately on top of her as he returned to his assault on her chest. He shifted so he was settled comfortably between her legs, tracing her collarbone with his lips. "Do you really want me to stop? I will if you want me to," he said seriously.

He cocked his head back, meeting her eyes. Quinn hurriedly reached up to cup the back of his head, pulling him down on top of her. "No," she panted. "Keep going."

Ryan groaned at the invitation, his hips rocking forward bumping against hers. Somehow he managed to get her pants off, unsnapping her bra, and he took a second to take her in. "So beautiful," he breathed. He slipped his own pants off, sighing in relief as his cock sprang out.

"We need a condom," Quinn rasped. Ryan nodded jerkily, reaching out to his bedside table and managing to procure one from the drawer. He quickly put it on before hovering over Quinn.

"Are you sure -"

He yelped in surprise as she hooked an arm around him, pulling him flush on top of her. "Yes, I'm sure," she gasped out. He ran his cock up against her wet center, biting his lip as she spread open even wider. "Inside, Ry, please," she whined.

Ryan let out another groan, dipping down to kiss her again, gently, softly, as he eased himself into her wet heat, holding his breath as he tried to keep himself together. "God, you're so tight," he managed to gasp as he managed to sheath his length fully inside her. Quinn shifted under him, panting, and he let his head drop down against her shoulder. "Wait, wait, I -"

"Ry, move, please," she moaned, arching herself up to press against him, and his world tilted for a moment as he clenched his eyes shut. He took a deep breath before pulling out a little and thrusting forward, knocking a breath from Quinn. "Yes, more!"

Ryan finally managed to get some control, pulling out almost completely before slamming back inside, drawing a cry from his girlfriend. "Fuck," he gasped, trying to put together some semblance of a rhythm. He bit his lip, trying to hold off his climax until he got Quinn off. He had an idea.

"What are you doing?" she moaned as he pulled out of her, his dick coated with her essence.

He kissed her. "I want to try something." He slid lower, hooking one of her legs on his shoulder. "You're flexible, right?" He moved back up, spreading her even wider than earlier, before slipping back into her with one smooth thrust.

She cried out in surprise, the new position letting Ryan slam into her at a different angle. Ryan dipped his head down, kissing at her breasts as he continued to thrust into her, and it wasn't long until she was screaming out her climax. Ryan let himself go after another thrust, electricity sparking through his brain in waves of pleasure until he finally drifted back down.

"Oh my God, Ryan," Quinn gasped. Ryan just chuckled tiredly as he pulled out of her carefully, taking off the condom. He threw it into the waste bin before collapsing next to her on the bed, his face level with her stomach. "I missed that so much."

Ryan turned to face her, pressing a kiss against her side. She shuddered at the light touch, and he pushed himself up so they were face to face. "Missed it too," he said breathlessly. They lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow. "Do you want to tell me what's going on with you yet?"

Quinn groaned softly. "I don't even want to think about that right now."

"But -"

"Not now, okay?" She let out an annoyed puff of air. "Besides, I think you'll find out soon enough." She rolled over, snuggling into him. "Later, okay?"

Ryan nodded, pulling her against him. He was too tired to deal with anything big right now anyways. "Okay."

The next day Quinn parked her car in Burt Hummel's garage, shutting down the engine. She sighed. She really didn't want to be here right now, but her car was making clunking noises, and she had to get this over with sometime. She got down from the car and skulked into the garage. "Ryan?"

"In here!"

She went towards his voice, finding him finishing a paint job on a Toyota. "Hi," she mumbled.

Ryan looked up, smiling at her. "Hey," he greeted. "What are you doing here?"

"My car's making this noise, I wanted you to take a look at it, if that's okay..."

"Oh. Sure." He sounded a little disappointed, and Quinn couldn't really blame him. She knew she'd been acting weird recently.

"Thanks."

Ryan nodded. Then he frowned. "Kind of warm to be wearing a hat," he commented, gesturing at the wooly bonnet Quinn had pulled down over her hair.

Quinn's hand wandered up to the grey hat she was wearing and sighed. Fine, just get it over with. She pulled the hat off, and Ryan's eyes widened to the size of saucers. "Oh my -What the hell happened to your hair?!" He stood there gawking at Quinn.

She couldn't really blame him either. Her long blonde hair had been hacked to almost two-thirds of its previous length. The crowning glory however was the lurid shade of candy floss pink that had replaced the golden hues of her original hairstyle.

Ryan's jaw flapped for a few moments before he regained the power of speech. "Is this you going off the deep end? Is your depression getting worse? Why didn't you talk to me? I've been asking you what was wrong for days, oh God, I knew something was wrong! Quinn, you didn't have to resort to something so drastic! I -"

Quinn stepped forward, clamping a hand on his mouth to get him to shut up. "Are you going to let me answer or are you going to keep freaking out?" Ryan nodded, and she huffed in exasperation as she let him go.

"What happened?"

She sighed again. "I lost a bet with Santana, okay?" she grumbled, twisting the hat in her hands, conscious of her brightly colored locks. "And yes, I know it looks stupid. I have to wear it until a week after school starts."

Ryan just kept staring at her. "Can I touch it?" Quinn rolled her eyes, nodding. He reached out, running the strands through the newly-dyed hair. "It's softer than I thought. I thought maybe it would feel like -"

"Cotton candy?" Quinn asked dryly.

"Yes," Ryan admitted. "What was the bet about? And when did you do that? You were blonde just yesterday!"

"She made me do it last night," Quinn sighed. "And I'm not telling you."

"Why not?"

"Just no, okay?"

"Uh-huh." Ryan looked at her anxiously. "You do know that dyes can ruin hair, right? I would hate for you to have to cut it all off after finding out that there's something wrong with your hair..."

"All right, all right, just say it looks dumb, okay? I know I look like that princess on that adventure cartoon thingy," Quinn sighed resignedly.

Ryan tilted his head. "Actually, it looks kind of nice," he admitted. "It's different, but... it suits you. Don't get me wrong, I loved your hair before, but this is... a change of pace."

"You're just saying that to make me feel better."

"I promise, I do like it," Ryan said sincerely. "It's just... going to take some getting used to." He chuckled. "The colored hair might be accentuated by a different wardrobe though."

A thoughtful look came over the former cheerleader's face "Hmm. Maybe."

"Are you sure you can't tell me what the bet was about?" Ryan wheedled.

Quinn bit her lip before finally relenting. "Santana called the other day, while I was still in California. And, you know Santana, she was being..."

"Crude?"

She snorted. "Yeah, among other things. Anyways, we were talking, and, well, long story short... shebetmewecouldn'tgothreedayswithouthavingsexwhenigotbacktoLima," she rushed out.

Ryan stared at her for a moment before his lips quirked up in a smile. "She bet you we couldn't go three days without having sex?"

"Yes, okay?" Quinn huffed out.

He burst out laughing. "And you took her up on it?"

"I didn't think it would be that hard," Quinn complained. "I went sixteen years without having sex, and then I just did it once and then I didn't do it for another year! This is your fault!"

"My fault?" Ryan asked, trying - and failing - to wipe his grin off his face.

"Yes! You, with your kissing and your wet t-shirt and - and -"

"So I'm irresistible?"

Quinn groaned, glaring at the smug look on her boyfriend's face. "Shut up."

He laughed, pulling her into a hug. "It's okay," he said comfortingly. "You got an all new, very hot look, I got an ego boost, and Santana gets her kicks from being right. We all win."

"Not helping." She snuggled into his embrace though. "You're not just saying that, right? You really think it looks okay?"

"I think you look beautiful," he assured her. He pulled back, planting a kiss on her lips.

Quinn smiled reluctantly. "Okay." Maybe the whole pink hair thing wasn't so bad after all.

"Okay, okay, wait," Ryan said, pulling back. "So when you got here from Cali, you weren't really tired?"

She shook her head. "No, not really," she said, disgruntled at the memory. "I stopped you because I didn't want to end up with this," she pointed at her pink hair. "I didn't really want to stop you."

"Oh, good," he said, his tone slightly relieved. "I thought maybe I was being kind of a dick by wanting to, you know." He leaned in, but Quinn put a hand on his chest, pulling back with a slight frown.

"Okay, wait. Now that you mention it, you were kind of being a dick," she said slowly. "You didn't even stick around after I stopped you. Were you seriously just there for the sex?"

"You said you were tired!"

"Well, maybe I just wanted to cuddle!"

"Wait, are you mad now?" Ryan asked in bewilderment. "You just said you wanted it too!"

"Yes, but you could have stayed." Quinn was a little annoyed now that she thought of