I would for all the pretty places.

QUINN FABRAY – YALE DRAMA. Feeling Twenty-two. Lima native. Quinn Fabray, Aspiring actress. Remember the name; someday you'll be seeing it on the big screen.

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Made the mistake of going to the supermarket today and checking out the bakery. They had pies literally bigger than my head and I may or may not have splurged. I told myself I’ll take it home to family, but I fear it’s not going to last that long. I swear it’s calling my name. Anyone else going back to Lima for the break?

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sam--dwight--evans​:

Though the night had seemed like maybe it was going one way at first, the surprise of Quinn Fabray staying for the weekend had made it take a wild right turn for Sam. Now this was what he called upgrading. After bidding a hasty goodbye to the girl he’d met at the bar, Sam joined Quinn in the kitchen as she fixed tea for the both of them and quickly brushed off any thoughts she had that she’d ruined his night or anything. As he stood there in the kitchen, fully embracing his fellow blonde, he laughed again at her protest. “It’s a deal, my game will be fine, I promise.” He could have stayed like this all night, honestly. It wasn’t often that they got to catch up in person, and after the last few times it had happened at least this was under way better circumstances. Her fingers lightly toying with his hair for a moment caused Sam’s eyes to squeeze shut as he enjoyed it, just a few moments later they broke from the hug yet lingered a little closely too as he again expressed how glad he was to see her.

Her hands pushing off of his chest caused a quick flutter within the walls of said chest, just for a moment again. Sometimes Quinn could do or say something and he was right back there at McKinley sophomore year again, totally captivated by the Cheerio Captain. Having that much power over him was definitely something Sam didn’t think she even realized she possessed. Wanting to know how her audition went, he was pleased to see her reaction as brilliant hazel shone back at him. He broke into a wide grin and nodded enthusiastically. “That’s amazing then, and hell yeah it’s something! It’s a first step towards even bigger somethings.” Sam chuckled again. “Cover Girl. It definitely suits you, Quinn.” His attention turned towards finding something to eat now, as if it ever wasn’t partially on that, he kept on grinning with his face hid in the fridge when she mused over how he’d sent the other girl away. “It wasn’t even a tough choice. And we’re in luck, tons of bacon and everything else we need here.” He began to grab for the ingredients, piling them into his arms and then turned around. “But I can still tease you anyways, if you’d like.”

Spreading things out on the counter, Sam began to get to work on their sandwiches. “Hey now, to be fair it was just one random girl. I’m much more comfortable with girls I’ve known for a while.” Carefully doctoring up a couple of BLTs for them, he made sure to add a little extra bacon to Quinn’s knowing full well how much she enjoyed it as well as how rare she probably still treated herself to it. “And really, not that much. I’ve been doing the modelling thing and gotten a little bit of work out of it, but it’s mostly been working at the bar and just doing odd jobs and stuff.” Trying not to sound like he was bitter because he really wasn’t, “It’s been awesome to see how everybody else has been doing here in college and the real world, I just feel like maybe I’ve been falling behind a little, though. But that’s okay. There’s lots of time still.” Finishing up with the food for them, Sam picked up one of the sandwiches and lifted it up to offer Quinn a first bite. “Now here. Tell me this isn’t the best thing you’ve ever put in your mouth.”

Years ago, Quinn would have reveled in an evening all alone cozied up with Sam. Even if the latter had only consisted of a lingering hug, the effect it had on her was no different than when she’d been a love-struck teenager. Quinn had her share of relationships; some better than others. The one that she had once upon a time felt was the healthiest and happiest though, had always been hers with Sam. For a long time after she held onto the hope that they might find each other that way again someday. Good friends though, was much better than nothing. As he reassured several times that batting away his date for the evening in favor of her was no great loss, she couldn’t help but swell with pride. Even if she was sure there was nothing particularly romantic meant by it. “Oh, I’d never doubt your game,” she mused— yes, fishing a little. She couldn’t help but be nosy. Even at the flirty push off of his chest, she failed to not become entranced again by his electric eyes. Deeper conversation toward career goals seemed to be the only thing to tear her away.

“Thanks, Sammy.” Her response was shy; grateful for Sam’s encouragement and kind words about the gig she had landed. The nickname came out so naturally she didn’t think twice about it. Quinn’s grin nearly matched his as eyes flicked toward the steaming cup of tea, which she brought to her lips for a delicate sip while Sam scavenged for ingredients. It was his remark about teasing her that brought a flush to the blonde’s cheeks and the giggle that bubbled out suppressed her nearly choking on said drink. “If I remember correctly, I was usually the one teasing you most of the time.” A glittering flicker of heat glinted her hues for the teeniest moment. “But, I can’t say I’m not intrigued.” Quinn withheld an internal scoff when Sam assured that this was his one hook-up to bring home. She knew that he wasn’t the kind of guy that always needed someone, but found it hard to believe that he didn’t have constant offers. “Mhm.” The tone was teasing, but disbelieving. “If you say so, Ken.” A reminder of their former ‘Ken and Barbie’ days. “Hard to imagine, but I know you wouldn’t lie to me either.” Gently, she nudged his shoulder with hers. “Well, naturally. You’ve seen me at my worst.”

Engrossed in the conversation, she hadn’t even thought to help Sam with the sandwiches, but it seemed like a familiar rhythm for him. It was nice to catch up with his latest ventures, even if Sam didn’t seem wholly satisfied. Not, unhappy; just a little... stuck. “You are not behind, Sam. I may have school about in the clear, but it’s very possible I may not make it far with this acting thing. I’ve put all my eggs into one basket, and I’m kind of screwed if it doesn’t work out. You’re a man of many talents, and having a great work repertoire and resume could give you a leg up that not many of us have. Not to be a stalker, but your modeling work? I saw. And it was fantastic. Are you still singing, too?” Sam’s love and talent for music and guitar was something she still believed was a promising path for Sam. Quinn’s mouth watered at the sight of the BLT; crispy bacon hanging over the edges and wafting under her nose. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d tasted any. Still, Sam’s words brought the heat back to Quinn’s face as she bit back a suggestive comment. Meeting his eyes, they fluttered closed once she sunk her teeth in for a bite of the sandwich; a pure moan escaping while she slowly savored it. “Oh my God. If I ever get rich, I’m hiring you to be my sandwich chef. No arguments.”

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Text || Fabrevans

Sam: I know exactly what you mean. I always feel the same way, it's just not the same. You mean it?

Sam: Thanks! I'm glad things are going well for you too, you're welcome. Oh that's cool, any more things booked? Oh yeah! Do you know when it is yet? Pretty much the same as always, trying to work when I can. And pretty sure getting on Kurt's nerves always being around with him and Blaine.

Quinn: Glad we're on the same page then. I always felt like it was our song. I mean, you know, before. Always.

Quinn: You're welcome! Unfortunately not yet, but I've been trying. I'm supposed to film at the end of the month, so I'll be back then. Hey, whatever gets the bills paid, you know? That's something I need to work on. No way; they'd never tire of you. No one would.

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Text || Santana

Santana: It's all vegan stuff, but whatever, beggars can't be choosers. Jealous enough that it might convince you to move to the big apple?

Santana: Of course, it's just like high school, I call it how I see it. Though of course, i'm /marginally/ less cutting these days. I appreciate the offer of freebies and will extend an invite for some celebration drinks when you finish your shoot.

Santana: Thanks Q, I love you.

Santana: Don't tell anyone I said that though, hanging with Chang and Berry is making me soft.

Quinn: True, and there are some good vegan options. Just not enough to make me convert. I mean... maybe? A tiny bit? After graduation, of course. My only concern is what if I can't find much work there?

Quinn: I know you do, and that's one of my favorite things about you. Even when it's been about me. Just maybe not so much in the moment, lol. That's alright; I think we've all softened a little. Must be part of growing up. I would love that!

Quinn: You're welcome, S. Love you too.

Quinn: I promise it's just between us.

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mike--chang​:

Right? I wouldn’t change it for the world though. That’s what they keep saying but I don’t want to overstay my welcome. I saw something a while ago but everything’s so expensive. I don’t think my burgeoning, low key modeling career can pay for that.

I’m sure they don’t feel you’re overstaying. In fact, they’re probably just as relieved for you pitching in with rent and splitting it as you would be if the roles were reversed. If it weren’t for my mom pitching in, I’d be in the same boat.

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Text || Santana

Santana: I mean, I always win arguments, it's kind of my thing. But I hear ya, she's difficult but she keeps my shit together and she cooks all the time which is awesome for me. Honestly, I think Chang and I would starve if it wasn't for her.

Santana: Look at you, Cover Girl is an amazing start Quinnocence. I'm proud of you! I know that they /know/ it's just a commercial but I still occasionally get side eye, as if i've got the fucking plague. Bring me some freebies!

Santana: My laziness, mostly. I don't know, just got a lot to consider right now, with school almost finishing and Funny Girl opening next week. Feels a little overwhelming.

Quinn: Well you definitely have the talent, because I know she's the type that likes to get in the last word. I had no idea she was even much of a cook, but that's pretty great then. Sounds kind of like you've all got a pretty good thing going there. I may be a little jealous.

Quinn: Thank you, Tana! Honestly that means a lot coming from you. High praise, for sure. Well those people are morons, but you bet I will shower you with all the freebies I can find!

Quinn: As someone who has considered myself excellent at multi-tasking, I'm not sure how you keep up with it all. But, if anyone can do it, it's you. I'm proud of you too, whatever you decide to do.

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mike--chang​:

I try my best haha. They’re both stronghold and they’re both artists so there’s never a dull moment. I’m going to miss that when I move out. As I said, it’s nice to live with Rachel and San but I’m also used to being on my own. Besides, I have my eyes on a small apartment and it’s big enough for one person or a couple.

Why go to a Broadway show when you have that kind of performance for free? Well, is it a must the? I definitely understand being on your own; I mostly have been too. But if they like you there and you like it-- why rush? Have you had any luck with that?

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Text || Santana

Santana: Berry is just as intense and sometimes, I think being waterboarded would be preferable over arguing who's turn it is to take the trash out. But she's different too, much more tolerable and dare I say, fun?

Santana: Congrats Q, what's it for? Make sure that you never do commercials for anything embarrassing. That Yeast-I-Stat commercial I did last year will /haunt/ me for the rest of my life.

Santana: I know, it's almost insane how little time we have left. I'm gonna miss cheering most of all, I think. Honestly considered auditioning for a professional team but I think I actually do want to act. Or sing, or something like that.

Quinn: Fair enough. She's definitely not the person you can easily win an argument with. I mean, I've seen flashes of her being fun, so that isn't completely unbelievable. I just don't know that I could actually share a place with her. You have more patience than I do. I'm glad you're getting along well though.

Quinn: It's for Cover Girl. I figured make-up was a pretty safe route to start with. I mean, people /know/ you were just acting, but I totally get that. I think I'll try and stay clear of any health-related ones if I can help it.

Quinn: I understand that. It's one thing I've missed here at Yale. I just chose to focus on studies instead, but there are times, especially at games, that I just want to hop onto that field and cheer it out. Well, who's to say you couldn't triple threat it?

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Text || Fabrevans

Sam: Aww, you did? That's awesome. Any time I hear that song I think of you, Q.

Sam: I am, how about you?

Quinn: I did. Couldn't help but sing along. But it wasn't the same without my duet partner. Aw, really? I think of you too.

Quinn: Good! I'm glad to hear it. I'm doing well too, thank you. Just been going for random auditions, and soon I'll be shooting that commercial. What have you been up to?

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sam--dwight--evans​:

Sam couldn’t help but grin at the question, and took no time at all in answering it. “Definitely not silver, nope.” For Quinn to think of herself as anything other than in the prime of her life and just as attractive as she ever was, Sam wanted to set her straight. And the fact was no matter what other plans he’d had, now knowing that she was in town for a visit had shifted his priorities completely. “Oh, don’t worry about her. She didn’t leave exactly because of you, more like because I pretty much asked her to.” If that made Sam kind of a jerk for choosing a long term friendship over someone he’d only met that night, he’d happily live with it. Besides which, he was fairly sure that there was at least some part of Quinn that might have felt good about chasing the other girl out the door simply by being around.

Walking fully into the kitchen to join her now, Sam watched as she got out a second mug from the cabinet and started to fix him a cup of tea as well; ever the thoughtful one. “Don’t be sorry, I’m not. I’m really glad to see you Quinn, and that you’re staying here this weekend.” The look on her face as she backed against the counter, Sam felt like wrapping his arms around her and just pulling her into a gigantic hug right now to try and make sure she knew exactly how happy he was for her presence right now. And just a few moments later, that’s exactly what he decided to do as he crossed the floor and threw his arms around her in a big embrace. “You’ve gotta stop saying that, you haven’t ruined my night. In fact you’ve made it better, just like you always do.” He gave a little chuckle as he let his temple gently rest against hers when he realized that no, he hadn’t gotten the girl’s number, or even cared enough to ask as she was leaving. “Nope. And as you can see, I’m just broken up over it too.”

Letting go of her now, because lingering on it any longer might have come off as weird, Sam took a step back and smiled at his house guest, leaning against the kitchen island. “And wait, you said you had an audition earlier right? How do you think you did?” It was at that moment that Sam’s stomach growled, reminding him that he still hadn’t eaten anything since earlier that day. “I know you’re making tea, but do you feel like something to eat, maybe? I let her take dinner with her, but I’m still kind of hungry. What are you in the mood for?” Sam started to rummage through the fridge, surveying what items were available to them. “I think we’ve got all the stuff here for a couple of BLTs, maybe? And I know there’s some ice cream in the freezer too, Blaine always keeps a couple of pints on hand.”

Sam’s power to make Quinn blush at the slightest compliment was something that hadn’t faded over time. She smiled as he assured that she wasn’t quite past her prime yet. A quiet smugness seeped through Quinn, because although it was difficult to imagine sweet Sam asking anyone to leave, he had done so on account of her feelings. That seemed to outweigh the guilt in changing his plans, especially since Sam didn’t at all seem regretful of it. A slow smirk took over freshly moistened lips at his insistence. Quinn had not prepared herself for a run-in with Sam, especially not just the two of them cozy in the brick stone all weekend. The thought made her heart give a light flutter, even if she knew that nothing more than platonic would happen between them. Even if her feelings for Sam had never entirely shut off, she didn’t want to risk losing him completely. He had closed that door her senior year when he suggested she ‘hold on to sixteen.’ Wisdom that to this day she had respected.

Quinn’s apologies were continually brushed off; though she was genuinely sincere, there was that tiny part of her that was relieved Sam had chosen friendship over some hook-up. After taking a sip of her tea, Quinn set it aside just in time to be enveloped by him. She probably shouldn’t have sunk into his arms as enthusiastically as she did, but it had been a while since anyone had hugged her in such a way, and it was easy to get caught up in him. “Okay, okay. I’ll stop. Just don’t go blaming me later for messing up your game.” She too chuckled along with Sam, his laugh tickling the shell of her ear as her fingers crept up his back and into his hair. Quinn’s head dropped to his shoulder for a moment; her voice softening as she spoke. “It’s really good to see you too, Sam.” As his strong arms fell away, Quinn reluctantly drew back, though his electric eyes dazed her for a moment. She had trouble believing she made things better, but they had had some great times together. Cracking another smile, Quinn tousled his blonde locks playfully before pushing off his chest with her hand in attempt to break the tension. It was playful, yet subtly flirty-- though not enough to make things awkward.

“I did,” she answered excitedly, hazel eyes lighting up. “I feel like it went really well. It’s just a Cover Girl commercial, but that’s something, right?” Quinn giggled softly, catching the growl of his stomach. Her own echoed more silently. “I still can’t believe you sent her away,” Quinn mused, obviously humored by the whole situation. “At least not empty handed.” Though she could have forced herself to go to bed without a proper meal, a BLT did sound amazing. He was well aware of her inability to say no to bacon. “Do not tease me with bacon unless you know for a fact that you have it.” Her tone was teasing as she brought her cup of tea to her lips for another taste. “I can’t think of a better combination, honestly. So, besides picking up random girls, what else have you been up to, hmm?”

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mike--chang​:

Oh nice! Before you know it, it’s gonna be for L’Oréal haha. I can’t wait to see it. Thank you! It’s a dance studio like a block away from NYADA so it’s convenient. I’m gonna do more apartment hunting as well. Santana and Rachel have been more than generous and I have to admit it’s nice to have roommates but we’d agreed it wasn’t going to last.

Maybe so! And then on to Maybelline, of course. Thank you, Mike! I’ll let you know when it all comes together. Oh that’s wonderful then; I’m glad you won’t have to go far. Well, knowing you, they probably feel lucky to have someone not stirring up drama in the place, but I certainly get wanting to find your own apartment. Or would you have a roommate?

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Text || Fabrevans

Quinn: Random, but I heard "Lucky" on the radio today and I couldn't not tell you.

Quinn: Hope you're doing well!

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mike--chang​:

She really is and it’s a good thing people recognize her talent. That sounds exciting! What kind of commercial is it? Well I’m going to make some money assisting Cassie with the summer programs and hopefully I can go to a few auditions. She got me into a private workshop that starts in September so I’m excited for that.

I’m not sure how anyone could miss it! Thank you, I think so. It’s for Cover Girl. Oh are you? That’s amazing, Mike! I’m sure you’ll land something great. Anyone would be blind not to notice your talent too. Congratulations! Where will that be located?

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Text || Santana

Santana: Always, Quinnocence.

Santana: Honestly, it's usually pretty fun. But working together and living together is pretty tough. Having Chang around as a buffer has been great though.

Santana: Things are peachy keen, Jellybean. School is good, Funny Girl is good, life's good.

Santana: And you? How are things?

Quinn: Right back at you.

Quinn: Well I'm glad you're enjoying it. I had an image of complete torture in my head. Oh, good! Mike is definitely a peaceful presence. Do you get to see each other a lot?

Quinn: That makes me happy to hear. And no, I'm not saying that sarcastically. Anything new going on?

Quinn: I'm doing well, thanks! Landed a new commercial, so I suppose that's something. Still no big break, but I'm sure I'll get there once school is done. Which, is very close!

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sam--dwight--evans​:

Hey even if so, we both know you’re more logical than I am so it’s not like I can say anything anyways. Besides, that was a long time ago. Yup, man’s best friend is a hoodie. Oh yeah, I kinda got that sense when I was there too before, they really are similar aren’t they? You’re welcome, and did you? That’s AWESOME! Congratulations Quinn, I knew you’d book it! That’s still awesome, so you’ll be back here sometime soon to work on it? That’s cool then, and aw well say hi to her for me then? Me either, that would be nice to get together sometime. Under better circumstances this time. No doubt, hah! And you’re right about that, you can’t let that sun go to waste.

Give yourself more credit. You have wisdom when it comes to more important things. I suppose so, but I still have many regrets. I did always like stealing yours from you. They really are; just a little less polluted here. I did, actually! Thank you Sam, so much. I wasn’t, but your faith means a lot. Yes, right around the 4th of July. I definitely will; she always adored you. Pass it on to your family as well? I think so too. Summer might be just the right time. Think anyone is up for putting something together? Yes. I sure hope so. Maybe a beach reunion could be an idea. Or even at Cedar Point.

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Text || Santana

Santana: I wouldn't expect any less.

Santana: Welcome to New York.

Santana: Bitch please, I can always find time for you. Berry's on my last fucking nerve this month, so it'll be good to have some gal pal time and not want to wring your neck.

Santana: At least straight away, that is.

Quinn: Glad you still think highly of me.

Quinn: I honestly don't know how you manage to stay there. She cooled her jets a little as time went on, but I might pull all my hair out if I had to live with her.

Quinn: At least I know if you do, it's out of affection. Mostly.

Quinn: How have you been?