#kaaquinn

[endofeverythingrpg]

the following characters are currently under activity check and have 24 hours to return before their roles are reopened:

blaine anderson

quinn fabray

[wildefatale]

PMSG 💻 QUITTY

Kitty: Hi.

Kitty: Take it from a girl who knows. If you decide to start hanging out behind the bleachers and puffing down Marlboros then you're going to want to make sure you bring knee pads and more dignity than you could ever think of.

[A PAUSE]

Kitty: That sounded bad. I meant because the girls back there like to push girls like us down and they laugh if we bleed. So.

Kitty: For whatever it's worth I think that it's about damn time that the sicko leaves you alone, but. I do wish that you didn't have to be involved like this. So.

[alrightwstn-blog]

QUINN ⚜ text

Brody: Thank you.

Brody: I know you didn't want to tell her and you did, so thank you.

Brody: I found a website that lets you run plates.

[thegreateststar-blog1]

text 🎉 quinn fabray

Rachel: Are you going to take Hillier up on her offer of co-captains?

[alrightwstn-blog]

QUINN || text

Brody: You have to tell Rachel. Or let me tell her. You gave me the letters, I have proof.

[thegreateststar-blog1]

text 🔨⚰ quinn fabray

Rachel: Whatever friendship we were forming is finished. I don't know if it was some elaborate ruse so it hurt more when you won Brody back in the end anyways, but clearly this isn't meant to be.

Rachel: I'm getting Kitty back as top flyer now come hell or high water and I never, ever want to speak to you again.

[thegreateststar-blog1]

face to face ⚜ faberry

october fourth, evening.

Even in the years since she and Effy had begun to dabble in the darker side of Bay Grove and it’s surrounding territories, Rachel still couldn’t handle her hangover the next morning. Without her former best friends influence on a regular basis, she was becoming weaker, she was sure, or maybe they’d just gone harder than they normally did. Rachel could barely remember the night as it was, a blur of sweat and skin and flashing lights as they danced, Effy’s heartbeat under her cheek as they rode back to Bay Grove with someone else driving them, the soft curve of her hip as Effy collapsed in her bed with her like it was just another weekend.

If it hadn’t been for the faint lingering of her perfume and the pounding headache, Rachel would have even believed she made the whole thing up. There was no messages, no shower running or grumbling about Rachel’s lack of taste as she rummaged through her drawers for a suitable outfit to crawl home to.

No Effy at all.

She was pretty sure her plans with Brody had been cancelled, something nagging in the back of her mind that he was upset with her, but he had said it himself, once before. He could have been anyone that first night. She still felt like she could have been anyone to him, and sometimes she was sure she was.

They were having fun, but fun was getting complicated once again.

By the time she was due to meet Quinn at the deserted shopping mall where the Halloween store had popped up once again, her head was almost on straight, though she had to rummage for eye drops to get rid of the bloodshot appearance altogether.

Not that Quinn wouldn’t understand. If she had lost Santana - if anyone was going to understand what Effy meant to Rachel, it would be them. They were just the same.

“Crap,” Rachel mumbled, dropping her phone as she checked it for the fifteenth time - still no messages, no calls, no nothing. It was only a flash of blonde that forced her to hide her phone in a pocket, Quinn arriving right on time, and Rachel found herself forcing a smile, hoping it looked more natural than it felt.

[thegreateststar-blog1]

text ♔ qfabray

Rachel: Can I ask you a favor?