You Know Where You Are With by leerths
Quinn doesn't panic. She doesn't do panic. Or fluster. Or irrational internal spirals over inconsequential things like former academic rivals-slash-accidental allies-slash-girls-who-sometimes-text-at-midnight-about-obscure musicals-and-then-pretend-it-meant-nothing. OR: The weekend Rachel visits Quinn at Yale and they stop pretending their constant texting is just friendly.
TENSION! TENSION! TENSION! TENSION!
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