Vulquinn One-shots

Chemistry

It all had started in an assigned lab group within their chemistry class. They knew of each other but only by name and hearsay. When they finally were able to put a face to the name, that's when it all came crashing down.

"You're even cuter than I thought you'd be." We're the first words out of Sal as he looked at the black haired, brown eyed, introverted jock before him. Geeky shy with a mix of athleticism was a personality combination Sal had never seen and it drew him in deep with a deep breath and a heightened heart rate. He would purposely be confused about the work in class and ask him questions just to hear him talk. His accent was cute, his voice was deep, and the way he fumbled a bit over his words was music to his ears. Sal especially loved to get him all flustered. As he moved behind the stool that Q was sat on, he placed his hands on his shoulders and stopped in his tracks,

"Wow Quinn, you got some strong shoulders, huh?" He complimented as he slowly massaged the muscles. Q's face went red as he broke out in a cold sweat,

"Oh, I uh... I just... I'm not super muscular or anything... but thanks for... for thinking so!" He would say in return to the compliment he received as his mind grew staticy.

Q, while he felt the same, had a different sensation to this affair. Never had he felt so strongly about another person and it almost frustrated him because he couldn't concentrate without thinking of Sal. With the way Sal flirted with him, it felt as though his chest was being cut open and he was left to bleed out a river of crimson emotions. Red was actually the perfect way to describe how he felt. The pale rose color that would paint his cheeks when they met eyes, the ruby hue that would pulsate in his chest when their skin made accidental contact, the red-orange of this fiery passion he had stored secretly within his heart that would send fog through the spaces of his skull.

Sal saw a different hue. He felt blue, but not in the way many interpret the emotion of such color. This color took on a whole new form. A pale grey blue that would coat the cold damp city in the morning is what he imagined the comfort of the boy's arms felt like, benitoite was a rarity gem such as the feelings he had for Q, steel blue was the color that encased him when he looked into his eyes and time felt as though it halted. Not to mention the sweet name he had for Q: Angel blue. Seemingly innocent but the visual of copper chloride within a flame. He knew Q was no saint from the stories he heard, but he was nothing of the underworld either. A perfect fusion of heaven and hell, what else was there to say?

Q had made feeble attempts to make some kind of effort to relieve the pressure of his heart and say something to Sal, but he always bit his tongue for fear of sounding stupid like a clown in front of someone he deeply admired. Rather, he showed it in gestures. Whenever Sal struggled with something, he was quick to offer help with a smile. He wandered into an ice rink to hang out with a friend afterwards only to find that Sal was on the hockey team, he became a frequent guest tucked away in the shadows of the bleachers quietly watching and admiring that special someone gliding on the ice. His favorite thing: exchanging music with Sal. Nothing made his heart soar more than seeing the smile on the other's face when cassette tapes were swapped and traded then resulting in a newfound music junkie. Music sounded different to him then. Sweeter were the lyrics and the melodies were savory as he sunk in deeper.

Sal knew there was a special energy between them, but he played coy. Too long had he been the initiator of such escapades and he didn't want to overwhelm the poor lovesick boy. So, he waited. Wanting Q to make a move on his own time. He wondered when the day would come where these bubbling feelings would finally foam from his mouth and relieve the pressure he sees welling within Q.

The time finally came as he choked on the alphabet and suffocated on adjectives, pouring the words he had coursing through the pipes of his nerves that sent electricity sparking through the ridges of his fingerprints, through the ink of his pen, and onto the papers he crumbles, scratched out, and drafted to perfection. With thunder in his chest he folded his confession quietly and tucked it into his bag. When the opportunity rose, in the quiet corridors of the in session school, he found Sal's locker and began cramming the note through the grates of the locker frantically.

"Quinn?" A shiver ran down his spine as Sal had come into view just as the note had dropped into his locker. He felt like a deer caught in the headlights. He couldn't tell if his head was pounding or if his heart was working so hard that it ricocheted through his skull and his whole body. His face felt so hot that he was scared he was gonna melt away.

"S-Sal I uh, I was just, I just, you know, I just, it's something but I, I don't, it's..."

"Can I read it?" Sal didn't want him to have a conniption so he asked a simple question. Q wasn't sure, but he for unknown reasons had nodded his head staring down at their shoes. Sal opened his locker and allowed the note to fall before them and picked it up. He unfolded it and began to read the carefully transcribed words that sat on Q's tongue for so long. Q's hands were drenched in sweat as the tension laid thick in the silence of the hall. "You know, I was waiting for you to finally say something, angel blue."

"Wait, you knew?"

"You say a lot. Maybe not verbally, but physically you do. You have a way of being vulnerable in unique ways. Plus, your song recommendations. I may not be artistic but I can read between lines." Q's nerves were pulsing and he felt almost embarrassed.

"Would you like to... like to go out... sometime maybe?" Sal just giggled bringing his hands to the sides of the other's face and allowing their worlds to mesh into a fantastic shade of indigo the moment their lips finally connected. Q felt dizzy when they pulled away pleasantly shell shocked.

"That answer your question?"

"Friday. Sound good?" Q was on autopilot at that moment and Sal adored it truly.

"Of course. Maybe we should get back to class before we get in trouble." A final peck on Q's lips and they began to go separate ways, "see you in chemistry angel blue."