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@quinnxfab
slcpez:
Look, I get that you’re all for filling out your ‘my high school experience was a damn mess’ bingo card and getting to cross out the part about having that rebellious hair dying phase was probably a big win but come off it, Quinn. I mean seriously - you’re not fooling me at all. And listen, since I’m so nice - when I’m inevitably named captain, I’ll totally push for you to get a spot back on the Cheerios. Granted there’s no saying what exactly that spot will be if Coach Sue has any say in it but it’s something. Plus me, you and Britt can go out on top - like how it’s always been meant to be.
But yes, I think it’s safe to say we can agree there because the countdown’s already on.
I’m choosing to ignore the snide comments and focus on the somewhat nice offer. I appreciate it, Santana. I really do, but save yourself the trouble. I can’t spend another year of my life pretending to be something I’m not. Besides, the three of us will still be going out together. Deciding to exclude myself from showcases and cheer practices won’t change that. I’m just no longer subscribing to the theory that being ‘on top’ means anything.
jeffthesterling:
I second that. I’ve still got Warbler practice,I mentor a few of the freshmen, and work on the weekends. But outside of that it’s nice to not worry ‘bout anything after class other than homework. If they don’t notice you’re gone then where’s the harm in sneaking off? Who’s it gonna hurt? Not that I’ve done it or anything.
Do the Warblers practice often? Your performances always gave the impression that you had worked on your numbers for months. The New Directions, on the other hand, usually figured out what we were going to perform at competitions with maybe a week’s notice.
I think sneaking off campus will definitely be in my future. It doesn’t seem like it’d be difficult. No one pays attention to anything at this school.
I'm honestly a little shocked at how much spare time I have in my schedule without practices for glee club or the cheerios. It's nice to leave school on time and not wait around for the countless extracurriculars I used to be tied up in. I've got a free period after lunch, which I would be happy about if it wasn’t a total waste since it's 'not recommended' to leave the school grounds during it. But no one seems concerned that I have nothing to do.
Is anyone else already looking forward to this year being over?
hqsam:
Who: Quinn Fabray ( @quinnxfab ) & Sam Evans Where: Stoner Brett’s party — the front yard When: Friday evening, August 14th
Sam was used to feeling out of place, a blonde blight in a crowd of unfamiliar faces, but transferring to McKinley had changed all that. He’d lost his superpower of invisibility, but gained so much more. His uncle’s offer of letting him stay to finish his senior year in Ohio was looking better and better. Sam removed his keys from the ignition and peered out of the passenger side window. The party had already spilled outside and onto the street. He nodded in greeting to a few of the football players and winked at a few girls whispering in his direction, before slowly making headway to the front door. Well, that is, until he saw pink hair in his peripheral.
“Quinn? Is that—” Sam’s sentence ate shit as he tripped backwards and the wind was knocked out of his chest. “I guess,” he wheezed, “gravity didn’t want me saying you looked like Ramona Flowers.”
It wasn't often that Quinn had a free night, and she wasn't sure why she had chosen to spend it at a mediocre house party, especially one thrown by someone known only as Stoner Brett. Apparently her attempts to distance herself from her classmates and do her own thing weren't working as well as she had hoped. But pondering her past decisions an hour too late had never been effective or solved her problems, not in any of her previous identities. She had found a spot on the front porch to people watch, tapping her feet on the pavement to the music that was playing loud from the backyard and sipping something that tasted horrible out of a solo cup.
She was beginning to enjoy her peace in the chaos when she heard her name. Quinn stood once she saw Sam, just in time for the rare smile that appeared on her typical RBF to quickly turn into shock as she watched him trip. "I'm not going to pretend like I know who that is," Quinn explained, suspecting they were one of the Avatar people. If he was already making references, she was sure he was fine. "But I hope that's a good thing. You really know how to make an entrance, don't you? Or were you pre-gaming on the way over?"
fondueforme:
No one can, they’re practically sacred. Aww, thank you, Q! I trust you, plus Sue would probably try to shoot me out of a cannon if I got one. Me either, but there’s gotta be a way. I’m sure we’ll find one and you’re right! Last time I fell asleep in the library, I just told the night janitor I got lost and he was totally understanding.
Yeah, if we can make it out of this year without Sue trying to shoot you out of the cannon, that would be great. History is always repeating itself at this school. Perfect, so you can charm and lie to the janitor, and if that doesn’t work I’ll find a way to threaten his job. Consider it done.
hqsam·:
Maybe we can hit one up sometime when I visit. You know, as friends.
I wouldn’t say no to that. I’ll take any chance to get out of the house, and it’d be nice to catch up, see how your family is doing.
losthudson·:
I was a boy scout when I was younger for a couple of years. I thought it could have been worth mentioning. It’s okay that it wasn’t your thing. It’s totally cool. I’m working at a farm called Veasey Acres a couple of counties over. This lady told my mom at work that her parents needed help, and when she told me about it, I volunteered.
That doesn’t surprise me. It’s not hard to picture you as a boy scout. Good for you, Finn. Beats playing video games or lounging by the pool all day. It sounds like you probably had a much more productive summer than the rest of us.
fondueforme·:
You won’t regret it, I promise, pinky promise even. I wasn’t talking about a makeover for you. Exactly, so if anyone needs one, it’s me. But you might be on to something there… You think we can get into the school for some footage?
I’ve never been able to turn down a pinkie promise. You don’t a makeover, B. Seriously, and you can trust that I would actually tell you if you did. I’m not sure how successful we would be at getting inside the school, but I’m also not above trying. Even if we got caught, I’m sure we could talk our way out of it, and that’s worst case scenario.
losthudson·:
Yeah it kind of is. You were in girl scouts? You never told me that. Aloe vera. Got it. I, uh, yeah. I had a pair in my truck, but I only had about five or so more left to move, so I thought why not. Never again. It just sucks because I have a thing tomorrow that I have to go to.
It wasn’t really worth mention. I didn’t have a lengthy run with girl scouts, two or three months at the longest. It wasn’t my thing, but obviously the tips I remember are occasionally helpful. Where are you working anyways?
hqsam·:
So, since Breadstix is out, what restaurant gets your official seal of approval?
I probably sound like I’m doing that ‘high maintenance’ thing I’m famous for, but it’s really just Breadstix I have an issue with. It’s not like Lima has great restaurants anyways. The rest of the mediocre ones can have my approval stamp.
losthudson:
Quick question for anyone that can answer this. Does anyone know how to treat kind of rope burns? So, I might have continued to throw hay bales wrapped in twine after both of my gloves had ripped. Now, I have rope burns on both of my hands.
Sounds extremely painful. I remember from my girl scout days that aloe vera was helpful on blisters. It might have a similar effect on rope burns. And you know, maybe next time either get nicer gloves or keep a backup pair.
fondueforme:
Thank you, Q! Next week I’m going to be taking down JBI’s bathwater business, but the week after that you could come on! I think you’d be a great guest star. You could talk about anything you want or we could do a makeover episode! I haven’t done one yet and I think it’d be awesome. I’ll make sure Lord Tubbington is out of the house for you.
You know what? I’ll consider it, just for you. I’m not sure about a makeover though. I think I’ve already made a couple drastic changes this summer. We could discuss how horrible our school and all of its teachers are, exposé style.
hqsam·:
But, Quinn, you could get all the weirdly-shaped bread sticks they won’t serve to guests! Man, I miss bread.
It’s still a pass from me. Those don’t even count as actual bread. They probably keep them in a freezer for months after their expiration dates.
fondueforme·:
Stay tuned for a new episode of Fondue For Two tonight! We go live in about two hours. Lord Tubbington and I will be reading a few of our viewers cards thanks to my new deck. We’ll also be making s’mores since I’m still waiting on a new fondue pot. Don’t ask about the old one. Or at least I’ll be making them and Lord T’s going to be steering clear of the chocolate.
If you want to be a part of the episode speak now or hold your peace.
l enjoyed watching the new episode, no surprise there. Not sure I’d be the best candidate for your guest star. Candor has never exactly been my strong suit. And to be honest, your cat kind of scares me.