Adopted by Quagmire (Glenn Quagmire x Reader)

2: Sparks fly

I left the room to leave this strange man alone to collect himself as I sit on a couch in his living room. It makes sense now, why would anyone want me? This was a total mistake.

I wouldn't mind living here though, it's better than the adoption center. He's also kind of cute, this is the first man I've ever seen, I need to calm down.

I heard the bedroom door open, and I could hear his dainty footsteps down the hall getting louder as he approached me. I didn't look up. I couldn't bring myself to meet his handsome brown orbs.

He cleared his throat, and I raised my head slightly just so I was eye level with his curvaceous chin. He had a silky bathrobe on now, which is a huge improvement than before

"I suppose I may have made a mistake. I apologise for assuming you were the um, girl I requested online," he awkwardly scratches his neck as he avoids eye contact with me.

I don't say anything, I nod my head but deep inside I could feel the anger rising in my chest like bread in the oven. I wasn't even mad at him, but rather, myself. I hated myself for believing anyone could want me.

"You can stay here until I sort the paperwork out, I guess,"

I look at him, for real this time, and I can't even express the joy that has overcome me.

I must have been crying but I didn't notice, "woah, don't cry. If it's that bad I can find someone else to let you stay with until we get this sorted out."

I shook my head, "no, this is fine I don't mind. I don't want to go back. Can we... Start over?"

He smiles back at me, "yeah, I'd like that."

"My name is (Y/N)," I stood up and stuck my hand out towards him.

He firmly grasped my hand in his own and I felt goosebumps rise from his touch, "my name is Glenn Quagmire."

My heart begins to beat faster the longer we hold hands, I don't know why I am feeling this way. He lets go of my hand and we awkwardly break contact with each other.

"I'll go prepare a room for you (Y/N), why don't you go out and explore a little? There's a park nearby here."

I nod my head and thank Mr. Quagmire again. I leave and walk down the street to the park, it was pretty empty. I sit alone, on a wooden bench and watch the clouds.

I can't stop thinking about him, and the way I felt when our hands touched. I quickly shake my head, 'no! (Y/N), you need to get a hold of yourself! He is a grown man who accidentally adopted you while trying to buy a mail order bride! Not to mention, you'll be living with one another.'

But still, that feeling when they touched hands, it was electricity. Could this be... Love?