𝕿here's a slight commotion in the house when they arrive with the flowers signalling that everyone is awake.

Quinn's heart beats rapidly, his hands suddenly clammy against the patterned covering of the daisies he picked out at the Florist.

He walks in quickly, not wanting Trevor to enter and do something stupid — which he is bound to, just you wait — and his heartbeat grows further the moment his gaze falls upon the backside of the brunette sitting at the counter and busy eating cereal.

Cole spots him first, his mouth opening to shoot out a swift remark but one warning glare from Quinn is enough to keep his mouth shut.

He walks up to her, her entire attention being fixed on the cereal.

"Hey", his voice comes out soft and it alerts her immediately, her eyes snapping up before she turns her head to find him standing right behind her.

She blinks, taking his face in not even bothering to see that he's holding something behind his back.

Slowly, she seems to register his presence and a tiny smile lifts up her lips.

"Hi?", her eyebrows knit together, the smile still on her face.

"I got you these. Congratulations on the job".

He finally offers her the bouquet, she glances down at the flowers and simply stares for a second.

The second feels like an hour because Quinn has been nervous about this idea all morning.

She continues staring for another moment, his heart thumping loudly against its enclosure, her gaze trailing up to his face.

"For me?".

"Yeah".

And just like that, it seems to settle in that those flowers — daisies, her favourite — are meant for her.

A grin breaks out over her face and she leaps up, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him close.

He embraces her, breathing in the faint scent of her flowery perfume, her body's warmth feeling so familiar and so comforting.

She fits right there in his arms, like two pieces of a puzzle coming together to become something more.

"Oh my god, Quinny!", she slightly pulls back, her face so close to his that he can feel her breath on his lips, "You didn't have to do that".

He manages to smile through the butterflies rampaging inside him.

"I wanted to, really".

Her happy brown eyes flicker between his oceanic blue stare, her head tilting as she looks at him with so much adoration that he could collapse if it weren't for her arms around him.

"Thank you", she laughs, sitting back down and accepting the bouquet, carefully examining the flowers.

"Daisies", she whispers with a smile.

"Still the favourite, right?".

She looks up, her mouth curling.

"Always", her hand finds his wrist and she tugs him closer, leaning her head on his shoulder while she keeps her inquisitive gaze fixed on the flowers.

"They're gorgeous", she mumbles under her breath knowing full well that he's the only one who can hear her.

More than you? Never.

The words are right there, on the tip of his tongue practically begging to be unleashed out into the world.

He opens his mouth, feeling his throat dry, his arm snug around her waist and tries more than anything to say something.

But the second his brain finally registers how to talk again, another voice interrupts their little bubble.

"I don't want those".

They both turn to see Madeleine uncomfortably shifting on the couch, Trevor standing at her feet with a bouquet of red roses.

Oh, right.

Apparently, seeing Quinn buy flowers for Cassie gave Trevor the brilliant idea to get roses for Madeleine because they've always been her favourite.

Quinn tried to discourage him because honestly, it's clear he's trying to get her back and Quinn isn't so sure he wants Trevor hurting Maddie again.

But Trevor did not listen.

And now here he is, the subject of Maddie's scowl and clearly unstable expression.

Trevor gulps, "Lena—".

"I told you not to call me that!".

Her voice echoes in the now silent house, everyone engaged in watching their exchange.

She gets up, wrapping her arms around herself and stomps out of the room to go up to the room she spent the night and collect her things.

"I told you", Quinn points a finger at Trevor, glaring.

But the boy doesn't even acknowledge him and simply walks past all of them without a word, heading for the stairs.

Quinn looks back conflicted whether to go and make him leave Madeleine alone when Cassie speaks up.

"Let it be. Let them talk it out. Scream. Whatever it is they need".

He looks down at her, her face tipping up to gaze properly at him.

He swallows gingerly.

"I just don't want him to chase her off".

"It's between them, you can't do anything about it. You're not responsible for fixing everything, y'know", her voice quiets down by the end of it but Quinn hears it.

Every unspoken meaning behind what she's saying because yes, he is a fixer. He fixes things and that is just the way he is.

But too much has happened between him and Cassie for her too casually pretend that his saviour complex does not eat out the remnants of her sanity.

"Cass", he sighs.

She shakes her head, "Don't. You stay here, okay? I'll check in on her", she squeezes the hand resting on her waist and sidles out of his grasp.

Did he . . . . do something wrong?

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canucks give me so much anxiety i cant 😭