quinn fabray

Quinn Fabray || owner of a Broadway theatre

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askthewarblerblaine​:

I’ve never gotten on that trend, I love a good hot apple cider in the fall, and am weak for a gingerbread latte though during the holidays.  It was really nice.  It could have been slightly better, maybe, in one tiny area, but I can’t complain.   I miss Hep so much and I feel like she’s grown so much.    Sometimes a little impromptu break can be good for the soul.   Glad to hear you enjoyed it.  How is your show going?

I can’t say there are any autumn flavors that bother me, I like all of them. Winter treats are dangerous too-- though I can say that I’m not a fan of egg nog. All of that is good news. My show is going well, it’s a complete workshop so there’s a lot to be done, but it’s worth it. 

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FRANNIE📱QUINN

Frannie: Hey, sis. This may be a loaded question, though I don't mean it to be.

Frannie: Are you going to Oliver's get together?

Quinn: Hello, Frannie. Loaded, not exactly, but obvious, maybe. Yes, I'm going. As predictable as that may be.

Quinn: I thought I might wear this: [ https://static.gofugyourself.com/uploads/2018/09/shutterstock_9879419a-1536882696-600x900.jpg ]

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askolliebray​:

Ollie heard Quinn before he saw her, the sound of her heels clacking against the floor as she made her way towards him drawing his attention instantly. No matter how many times in his life Oliver laid eyes on Quinn Fabray, there was no denying the fact that every single time felt like the first time, all over again. Though, in their age, he’d gotten much better at hiding it. A grin broke out across his face, and he stepped towards her, keeping his hands positioned in is pockets while he closed the distance between them. “Oh, absolutely! I mean, who wouldn’t want a tour of this place? Look at it!” He replied, punctuating his words with yet another look around the area before settling a gentle gaze on her once more. “I know, I know, you’re struggling to accept that I didn’t come here just to see you. I’ll give you a moment to take that one in.” The glimmer in his eyes and his lopsided smile should have told her he was joking, and he finally closed the remainder of the distance between them, pulling her in for a quick hug before releasing her. “You look good, Q, though I never doubted that you would.”

Quinn Fabray was a woman that knew how to enter a room, the charm she exuded was matched only by her firm grasp on her own attributes. When she walked, it was with the perfect grace of someone that knew how to make her muscles work in much more complex ways- the cheerleader in her never dying, because she continued to keep in shape and push herself to keep at the top of her game. She knew which was her best side, just how much sway to her hips was just right, and where to stop when the lighting would be the best on her skin. As a calculated woman, all of these things came into play and yet she looked so effortless that it couldn’t possibly be an act, it looked natural. His grin was met with one of her own, breaking her lips open to show pearly whites before laughter at his excitement. The teasing joke was the kind that only someone that knew her as well as Oliver did could make without losing his head, she was just the kind of daydreamer that would think something like that and fantasize about it at great length. He was killing her fantasy, but he did it with that stupid look on his face that made her wonder if he was lying just to tease at her egocentricity after her Gone With The Wind style entrance. Her eyes sharpened, belying the hidden little monster that lived in the shadows of her irises but the expression didn’t stay. “So you thought about what I would look like,” she called out, taking the opportunity to poke Oliver right back. Her arm was offered, the other gesturing towards the unknown, inward. “I’ll start with the patron experience, then we can go backstage. You might be here just in time to see me take the stage again, coincidentally. I was thinking I’d do Heathers next and slot myself into the playbill. Probably as Heather Chandler, because I mean... who else would I play? Seriously. I don’t so much mind that she’s not top of the billing, though I know that’s already surprised a few people.” 

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askthewarblerblaine​:

I can not believe it’s September.  It feels like it was just June and now here we are getting ready to  head into autumn.  I hope everyone has a fun and safe long weekend.  I was fortunate enough to get the weekend off and get out of the city for a little family time.  I have a couple of little adventures and fun activities planned for us.  What does everyone else have planned for the long weekend?

@atfgstarters​

I can’t either, where has summer gone? I love pumpkin spice, but I’m not ready. It sounds like you had a nice weekend, Blaine. I’m glad to hear it. I spent the weekend inside, but I can’t complain. I’ve actually been enjoying my little impromptu break. 

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askclaringtonhunter​:

Precisely. I am, not to worry. And how are you, Quinn?

That’s good to hear. I’m doing well, enjoying my time. It’s good to see you make an appearance on social media, even if it is just to say that you won’t be socializing.

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askclaringtonhunter​:

It appears as though everyone will be partaking in thrilling plans this weekend. Congratulations. I extend my sincerest hopes you all enjoy yourselves. I, however, will be spending the majority of the weekend finishing the book I have been reading on WWI, as well as finishing a much-anticipated documentary on the French Revolution. Happy Holidays, I suppose.  @atfgstarters​

As ready for fun as ever, I see. I hope you’re enjoying yourself, Hunter.

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askolliebray​:

It didn’t take long for Ollie to land at the precise address Quinn had given him. And, the truth was, he didn’t really need the address to begin with. The moment he’d stepped foot in New York on a more permanent basis, he’d made the effort to look Quinn Fabray up. Since doing so, he had been aware of her success, and the location of her theater, though he hadn’t quite been able to bring himself to tell her that. He told himself it wasn’t creepy, not when his intentions were good, and it wasn’t like he was hanging out behind the bushes at all hours of the night- in fact, this was the first time he had visited in person. Heading up the steps and through the large entryway, neck turning this way and that to take in the ambiance of the place. “Hey, Q!” He called, his voice echoing. “I’m here, just waiting for that grand, personalized tour you promised!” 

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Quinn could have been lying in wait for Oliver, prepared for her very own Scarlett O’Hara moment. It was something that plenty of past iterations of her would have done. As it was, she did put on an outfit she had in a closet in her office for those emergency moments when she needed to impress someone for her business and she hadn’t been prepared in time to go home and change. Despite having a career that often left her on her feet and on the go, she wore heels too, with her long hair pinned back to keep it out of her face. When he called out to her, she approached with a broad grin, the air of Miss America from head to toe as she walked as if she were wearing a ballgown even though she wasn’t and stood with the confidence of a CEO. “Hey yourself, Oliver. Is this what you came all the way out here for? A tour of my new business?”

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askolliebray​:

I know you won’t, you’re you. You’re right, I did. PM: How presumptuous, assuming I’m doing enough of nothing to show up at your first beck and call. Send me that address, I’ll be there.

I couldn’t have said it better myself. PM: Like you just said yourself, I’m me. This isn’t your introduction to me being demanding or presumptuous. [insert address here] I’ll see you soon, Oliver. 

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askolliebray​:

Damn, can’t wait to see what I’ve been missing. All thanks to you, guess I’ll owe ya one. I am, actually. The fact that you don’t already have one ready is just…Baffling. I do, yeah, but that’s precisely why the moment deserves to be commemorated. At least you’ve finally admitted it. That is step one. You know me so well, it’s nearly embarrassing. PM: You mean, like, in life or, like, right this second?

I’m sure you can’t. I won’t complain about being owed, and I won’t forget it either. You said it, not me. PM: Both. But the answer to what you’re doing right now could bring us to a point where you can tell me where you are in life in person. I’ll send you the address to my theatre.

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askthemike​:​

What show are you doing Quinn?  And when do you think it will be ready to hit the stage?

I was thinking Heathers. With a new school year starting, it just seems appropriate. As for timing, with any production you have to cast, then workshop, choreograph, sometimes recast, rehearse, promote and then it’s finally ready. I’m expecting it’ll take a few months, depending on who is involved. 

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FRANNIE📱QUINN

Frannie: Hey, Q. I haven't heard from you in a while, I wanted to check in. How is everything going with you?

Quinn: I suppose a few hours is a while in the life of a Fabray. The same as before. Working on a new production, as per the post I made on social media. Oliver is in town. How are you?

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askthewarblerblaine​:​

Good luck with your auditions Quinn.  What show are you putting together?

Thank you, Blaine. I’m feeling Heathers, honestly. I think it’s the right time of year for it.

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askliligarcia​:​

You offered and I came running. Anything for my former Captain, and Glee Clubber. What…What production are you auditioning for? Out of curiosity?

It’s the next show I’m going to put on at my theatre on Broadway. I was thinking Heathers. I know I’ll see you there.

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FRANNIE📱QUINN

Frannie: Hey, Q. I haven't heard from you in a while, I wanted to check in. How is everything going with you?

Quinn: The biggest plot twist in my life is always going to be how cool you are as a sister. I'm alright. Busy. I'm still looking for someone for that duet challenge. Oliver is in town. I'm starting my next production this weekend. What about you?

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askolliebray​:

Well, there you have it, I’m psychic. Officially. I’m just glad you’ve finally admitted it, and so publicly at that. Does that mean I win? Oh I am, thanks for noticing. But, I’m pretty sure that makes you Scrooge. I don’t make the rules. Is it? Well now, how could anyone say no to such a heartfelt, thought out invitation? When and where, Blondie ;).

Now you have your new career, sucks it took this long to get to the truth but you’re better late than never. Are you looking for an award? You know how hard it is to get me to admit that anyone else won. Maybe it does make me Scrooge. I thought you’d like the subtle nature of it. PM: What are you up to now?

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askolliebray​:​

With everyone posting about these duets, I might have known I would see you follow suit at one point or another. Quinn Fabray, just as much of an overachiever as you always were; some things just never change. How have you been, Quinn?

You know, my first draft for that post included a little opener about how these Sue Challenges seem to be bringing everyone out of the woodwork and here you are... proving me right even if I hadn’t said the words. Oliver Bray, I see you’re enjoying the role of ghost of Christmas past. I think that’s more of an in person question, if you ask me. I can show you the theatre I bought.