She shook her head, "No. You're not a Fabray, you're just Quinn. My Quinn."
She ducked her head so that she could get right into my line of vision, "I really don't care if you're a Fabray or not, and you shouldn't either. To me, you're just Quinn."
"Quinn Fabray is," she paused momentarily, "Quinn Fabray is guarded and reserved, pressured to conform and judged if she doesn't, she covers her hesitancy with false bravado, and her fears and insecurities haunt her if she's not careful," she held up her finger when I went to protest, "My Quinn is adorably charming without realizing it, she's honest with the best intentions, she protects me from things that not even she can protect herself from, and she even trusts me enough to admit that she's scared."
I literally thought of Lucy during this part
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