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GENERAL NOTES: Quinn and Puck babysit Lord Tubbington and have a New Year’s Eve Date complete with fancy clothes, pizza and champagne.
WARNINGS: None yet, but that’s subject to change.
Quinn Fabray:
To say Quinn was nervous for her date with Puck was a complete understatement. She wanted everything to be perfect because everything else in her life was basically miserable. Pushing those thoughts out of her head, she continued to wash the dishes from her dinner earlier with Brittany. Quinn took her time to get ready, applying her red lipstick perfectly. Curling each strand of hair perfectly. She had sprung for a mani/pedi during the Christmas vacation so her nails were, of course, perfect. She might have been living in the slums, but she didn’t have to look like she lived in the slums. Quinn had been on plenty of dates before, but something about Noah Puckerman had her head all messed up and her stomach in knots. They’d hung out plenty of times. They’d made out plenty of times and gotten too handsy for any parents liking, but something about the fact Puck asked Quinn to hang out on one of the most romantic nights of the year had Quinn reeling.
As she studied herself in the mirror, Quinn slipped on her high heels and took a deep breath. “You’re a classic.” she whispered to herself, needing to be reminded that Puck actually thought that of her. “You’ve got this. You’re a Fabray. You get what you want.” she told herself out loud. Puttering around the house, she set up the spotify to play the New Year’s Eve playlist they had promoted currently. She turned on the TV to the New Year’s Rockin Eve special and muted it. This way they could keep track of the special and what time it was but not have to watch those terrible performances. Now all she really had to do was wait. Thankfully, it wasn’t long before the doorbell was ringing. Quinn sauntered over to the door and opened it, her hips cocked to the right side and her left arm propped against the door frame. “Hello, “ Quinn started, “Happy New Year!” Reaching for Puck’s hand, Quinn pulled him into the house and shut the door before leaning in to kiss his cheek. Of course her lipstick left a bit of a stain so she reached her thumb up to wipe it away gently.
Time Frame: Saturday night, after Quinn's campaign party
Location: Puck's home
General Notes: Lalala I rambled and am bad at starters~
QUINN FABRAY
Quinn Fabray hated parties. They might as well have been the bane of her existence. Most, if not all, she had attended included her friends getting drunk, loud, usually distasteful, music blaring, fatty foods, and large numbers of people (which normally wouldn’t be a bad thing, except there was always too many in one place, and always obnoxiously wasted). The parties thrown by her parents, while starkly different, were just as bad in different ways. Her mother would have a few too many wine glasses, there would be some stiff, incredibly boring conversation constantly going on between her o father and whatever politician he was trying to swing the vote of, and Quinn wouldn’t be allowed to go to her room while they had “very important” company over. Even when Quinn was the one throwing the party, it was semi-enjoyable at best. Sure, her house looked even better than usual and she made a point to talk to nearly everyone, but by the end of it she just wanted everyone out.
Her feet hurt from them being in those silly, fancy heels for the past few hours, and she was fairly exhausted, but she was happy to be seeing Puck again. Even if they were just going to discuss their campaign (with some breaks in between), it’d be nice to talk to somebody she actually liked as opposed to rambling off her list of “Reasons to vote Fabray Puckerman 2012” to whatever students were at her party to listen. After retouching her make-up and changing into something much less formal, she made her way out the door, telling her parents she was going toBrittany’s for a while. Her father was much too protective to let him know about Puck. Knowing Russell Fabray, he’d probably take one look at her boyfriend before forbidding Quinn to ever glance at him again. Her parent’s were hardly lenient at all on the subject of boys, and Puck? He definitely wouldn’t meet the Fabray standards. Still, for some odd reason, he was the one Quinn liked, and the one she lied to her parents about meeting on a Saturday night (even if they were just going to discuss politics).
Her fingers drummed on the wheel on the way to his house, still unable to come up with proper promises for if they were elected. She was on honor roll, and had a wit that was matched by few; coming up with things as simple as a (false) promise should be easy. And she did have some ideas, but they seemed too weak for use. Still thinking when she arrived, she shut the door of her car and walked to the Puckermans’ door. Her fingers fumbled with the bottom button of her cardigan absentmindedly, hoping that the perfect campaign plan would strike her down like the hand of God then and there. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen, and instead she rang the doorbell, still clueless. And being clueless was an amazingly rare occurrence for Quinn Fabray, of all people.
A nice juke tune from Vlsonn. Some nice rhythms on this. This one will be available for free download this Monday as part of the "I Love Bass Music" one year compilation [ILBM001YR].
Puck hasn't seen Quinn in years. He remembered the last time he saw her perfectly. It was right after graduation when everyone was gathered outside, saying goodbyes and taking pictures and such. Puck planned on leaving straight from there. He had his car right in the lot all packed and ready to go to L.A. Nobody knew he was leaving so soon until that very day. He remembered the look on Quinn's face when he told everyone. He remembered their hug goodbye, not saying anything to each other. For a brief few seconds they looked at each other and then he walked away, driving off to the airport. He never came back after that and he never saw her again.
She was in New York with Finn and all their friends, and he was in L.A all by himself. He seemed to be the only one who ventured off, seprate from the only family he ever really had. Sure, he'd keep in touch with them with the occasional "hey" and "how's it going" but it wasn't the same. He could have stayed. He could have fought for Quinn. But now she was getting married, to Finn. He ruined that relationship once and he didn't want to ruin it again.
Shelby wanted them to see Beth and Puck wanted Quinn to see pictures and all the tapes of her before she did. He was nervous to see her without a doubt, it's been years and he knew his feelings for her didn't go away. He got dressed in a pair of jeans and a button down, spraying on some Axe and sat on the couch, waiting for Quinn to arrive.