#post: text.

[frncisabernathy]

realising you text no one but family members lmao fu ck

[therealqfabray]

TEXT MESSAGE ⇄ QUINN & KITTY

QUINN: Kitty Kat.

QUINN: Are the claws coming out to play with weekend? I think the entire campus has been invited to a party reminiscent of a five year olds birthday, myself included, so you're going, right?

[therealqfabray]

text message ⇄ quinn & mason

QUINN: Well, I hope you're happy.

[therealqfabray]

text message ⇄ quinn & jake

Quinn: Okay. Ignore how stalkerish this seems, but I was like, totally stalking your Instagram, and your last name is Puckerman and you're Jewish when it suits you, so.

Quinn: It's fairly easy for me to put two and two together, and what I'm trying to ask is do you have a long lost cousin, or something? Goes by 'Puck' despite his name being Noah?

[therealqfabray]

text message ⇄ quinn and puck

QUINN: What are you doing Friday night? I'm thinking me, you and dinner reservations.

QUINN: Like a date.

[therealqfabray]

text message ⇄ quinn & kitty

QUINN: I need some advice, or whatever you want to call it. But you're actually the one person in my life who'll give it to me straight and who know's like, everything.

QUINN: I know I don't have the largest assets up top, and I know my breasts are small, but do you think they're like, /too/ small? This is weird, I know. But God forbid I ask a guy about this, and you're not paid to be nice to me.

[therealqfabray]

text message ⇄ quinn & sebastian

QUINN: Was dinner enough foreplay for you? It was for me.

QUINN: Let's not beat around the bush, Sebastian. I'd like to cross myself off your list. We're both smart enough to realise that you find me attractive, you've obviously dedicated your life to sleeping with the entire cast, and if your recent blog update is anything to go by, you're in dire need of human contact as much as I am.

[ a beat. ]

QUINN: God, dare you even consider sharing this conversation with /anyone/, and I'll sue.