Sugar Coated Disaster

Quinn Fabray || 23 || New York City's newest and finest Investigative Journalist You probably know me by my cheekbones and loud laugh. Or perhaps you know me from the newspaper. Either way, you probably know me. Perhaps you'll be lucky enough for me to know you.

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If you pinch this then I will have to seek my revenge.

[ladyquinnyc]

Aw. Downright adorable, your declaration is, sir.

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Oh-no, not the middle name.

[ladyquinnyc]

Someone’s going the right way for pinches.

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You’re cute when you’re competitive.

[ladyquinnyc]

This disrespect. Don’t patronize my glare, Jesse David. 

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Well then I guess there’s no other choice than for myself to do the same. Though, I already know that I can go longer without blinking than you ever will be able to. I have advantages.

[ladyquinnyc]

I’m picturing that signature Jesse St. James glare of yours and I swear it’s giving me the worst case of the giggles. 

Still, my glare rightfully stays put. 

[nycsaint-blog]

Are you going to tell me what that look was for or are you just going to leave me wondering?

[ladyquinnyc]

Well you’re too far away for me to pinch. I’ll just glare.

[ladyquinnyc]

[ladyquinnyc]

TXTS → QUINN & JESSE.

Jesse: I miss it?

Quinn: Don't you get sentimental on me, mister. I might start to feel a swoon coming on.

[ladyquinnyc]

TXTS → QUINN & JESSE.

Jesse: I couldn't ever take my eyes off of you when you used to wear my shirt.

Quinn: This is a stupid reason to blush. I don't know where all this talk of Quinn being sexy is coming from.

[ladyquinnyc]

TXTS → QUINN & JESSE.

Jesse: I know but it was always sexy to see you wearing my stuff.

Quinn: Stop with the sexy. I don't want to blush.

[ladyquinnyc]

TXTS → QUINN & JESSE.

Jesse: My favorite pair of glasses on you are my glasses.

Quinn: Those are the only glasses you've seen on me.

[ladyquinnyc]

TXTS → QUINN & JESSE.

Jesse: As a matter of fact I do.

Quinn: Well I'll thank you to leave me and my hot glasses to live in a comfortable state of bliss.

[ladyquinnyc]

TXTS → QUINN & JESSE.

Jesse: I could get used to that look on you.

Quinn: I bet you say that to all the girls about their glasses.

[ladyquinnyc]

TXTS → QUINN & JESSE.

Jesse: You adore my shining confidence.

Quinn: You're the reason I'm going to need glasses before I'm 30.

[ladyquinnyc]

TXTS → QUINN & JESSE.

Jesse: If we were hypothetically dating and you hypothetically cheated on me then It would be only fair to get even.

Jesse: That would never happen though. It's a privilege to date me. Cheating would simply be foolish.

Quinn: It's too bad your ego isn't as hypothetical as this situation.

[ladyquinnyc]

TXTS → QUINN & JESSE.

Jesse: Yes.

Quinn: I think you're full of it.

[ladyquinnyc]

TXTS → QUINN & JESSE.

Quinn: Not everyone lives to your level of dramatics, St Hussy.

Jesse: A public slap to the face is amateur. Though amusing, predictable. I would do something much worse.

Quinn: Is this you giving me a warning?

[ladyquinnyc]

TXTS → QUINN & JESSE.

Jesse: He probably left the coffeehouse to win her trust and affection back. And now they're together again. To me that slap didn't seem like a 'goodbye' slap. It was more of a 'see you later.'

Quinn: Not everyone lives to your level of dramatics, St Hussy.