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Apparently there have been some concerns.
Who are also vertically challenged, don’t forget that; but, m’hm, you’re welcome.
Perhaps, or genetics might have another plan in mind. Regardless, there are certain advantages to being pocket-sized.
Apparently there have been some concerns.
I can only imagine what kind of mom you’re actually going to be and all I can say is God be with those kids. Even if they’ll be in good hands, I’m sure.
When and if I choose to have children, they will either be brilliant or simply outstanding and incredibly ambitious go-getters prepared to take over the world. So thank you, Quinn, I do think my hands are both loving and very capable.
I can't believe the weekend's already basically over
It’s just a little much.
And if that's how you choose to approach this final week, then the project is going to seem tiresome and overbearing.
Apparently there have been some concerns.
I’m sorry, baby monitors?… For a bag of flour? Are the both of you for real?
… Scratch that, I know who I’m talking to.
A bag of flour?! Not so loud, Quinn! She'll hear you and develop a complex! She's already having to deal with an incredibly short stature that she inherited from her mother.
Apparently there have been some concerns.
Rather than spending the last hour in my normally scheduled class, I was instead called to the guidance counselor's office over uneasiness that I might be taking this flour baby project a step too far. Evidently baby monitors, carseats, baby bjorns, family photoshoots, and notes in the daily log about bath time and a birthday celebration have worried school officials.
But is it really my or Jesse's fault that Carmel and rest of the state of Ohio has never witnessed such superior parenting of a flour child?
We will not apologize for setting the bar too high because if you're going to do something, do it right, well, and above and beyond. A little flair, style, substance, and most importantly effort, never hurt anyone.
I can't believe the weekend's already basically over
Oh, cool. Sounds… fun, I guess. And yeah, sounds like yours is going way better. This whole project kind of blows, if you ask me.
Carrying around a bag of flour for two weeks could be seen as an annoyance and a hindrance, or the bag can be Ginger Grace who likes mashed carrots and banana, enjoys showtunes in the Range Rover but has also recently taken a personal liking to "The Itsy Bitsy Spider," and refuses to sleep in past 6am.
It is what you make of it, Finn.
I can't believe the weekend's already basically over
Do you have a flour baby too? I thought that was just us.
That I do. Or really, Jesse and I do. I believe the curriculum is rolled out statewide, so us juniors at Carmel are in the same boat. Though from what I've gathered, my voyage with my little one has been much more pleasant than all of yours...
I can't believe the weekend's already basically over
It’s kind of nuts how quick it goes. Watching that Honey Boo Boo crap with Kurt is kind of fun though. What’s everyone else up to?
It has gone by too quick, hasn't it? But along with my dads, Ginger Grace was introduced to her first musical, Into the Woods, this afternoon. Though she went down for a nap during intermission as the second act can be quite dark and not exactly age-appropriate for a one-week-old.
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Neil Patrick Harris and Jason Segel sing Confrontation - Inside the Actor’s Studio March 27 2014
F2F || PUCKLEBERRY
The world comes to a complete pause, at least, it does for Noah Puckerman. He doesn’t register any of Rachel’s words before his eyes bulge out in surprise.
"She allows Quinn to see her." "She allows Quinn to see her." "She allows Quinn to see her."
Beth. Their perfect thing.
Having the knowledge dropped on him hurts. Because they weren’t supposed to see her. And if they ever did, it was supposed to be done as a unit. A million questions pop into his head.
How long has she been seeing her? Why didn’t she tell him about it? Why did she break the promise?
It’s unlike Quinn. Because of all people, she knows how much Beth means to him.
“What the fu —?"
Puck stops himself from completing the question, the look of confusion and disappointment evident on his face. His eyes dart across the room, as the free spirit energy disappears from his body, and he’s left sitting still unable to process everything — although he doesn’t let go of Rachel’s hand. Words have always been hard for him, and in this moment, it’s impossible. She’s the one subject that affects him more than anything else in the world, and he can’t hide how much it does. There is no anger; he can’t bring himself to feel it.
Words finally come out, though his voice is low and masked with indignation. “How long… has she been seeing her?”
The change in Noah is nearly immediate. Rachel watches, confusion painting over her own features, as too much white of his eyes shows and a stiffness spreads across his shoulders and appears to straighten his spine. It’s as if there’s some invisible string attached to a blade of the slowly rotating ceiling fan above them and with each spin, it perfects his posture until it’s uncharacteristic, barely recognizable. And then it hits Rachel: he didn’t know.
Swallowing around the sudden lump in her throat, Rachel doesn’t know if she’s more upset with herself at the moment, because of course she would reveal yet another apparent secret of Quinn’s, or if her sudden ire is more directed at the other girl. Quinn’s been given these opportunities to form these connections, to build such important bonds with her little girl, and yet Rachel now knows she’s kept these meetings from Noah. In fact, Rachel in just a few short months’ time has probably developed a stronger association with Beth, and that’s just not right. Because if Noah wants to be in her life, and if he’s keeping his own under control, shouldn’t he be allowed?
Rachel knows their situations aren’t exactly the same, but they are similar. They each have holes in their hearts, pieces – people – missing, but Beth shouldn’t have to endure a Noah-shaped hole nor Noah the obvious crack in his own, not when Quinn’s had the chance to mend, to begin to heal. Squeezing Noah’s hand, Rachel’s thumb trails over his knuckles. “I’m sorry. I– I thought you were aware that...” She blinks and then sighs. “Probably since she and Jesse got serious. Jesse... He’s been living with us now, but before he lived with Ms. Corcoran and...” Rachel inclines her head as her words trail off.
F2F || PUCKLEBERRY
"That’s a flying load of monkey shit."
It figures he had to be friends with the most stubborn people on the planet. Part of him understands why, though it’s still undoubtedly frustrating. His friends claim to want her back, but don’t make the effort and — ugh. But this isn’t the time or place to feel that way. It’s just not how he wants to roll, when he just wants the time he has with Rachel to be filled with good moments.
"But whatever. I’ll convince you some other time."
The closed-off smile after hearing Rachel’s comment makes his eyes crinkle. ”Damn fuckin’ right,” he responds with a wink. “I’ll play you whatever song you want later.”
However, the Vocal Adrenaline mention gets the thoughts swirling in his head all over again. The sole focus being Shelby.
"So, uh —"
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
There’s nothing to be nervous about. Nothing. It’s just a simple question. But considering the circumstances, it’s not really all that simple. A big part of him is curious. He just wants to know something, anything just to put his mind at ease — though he made the promise to her and himself back then.
"How’s Shelby doing?"
Rachel’s thoughts are stuck flipping through her mental musical catalogue of not what song Noah can play for her, but rather what song they can sing together – a duet for old time’s sake – when she registers his question. Her thoughtful expression turns slightly sad because she knows they both know that he’s not really asking about Shelby Corcoran. Still, she’ll play into his need to take the long way around to what, or really whom he wants to know about.
“Considering that the last time I saw Ms. Corcoran, she was walking towards the chorus room with yet another trophy tucked under her arm, I’d venture to say she’s doing pretty well.” Rachel brings her other leg onto the chair and with both knees bent and tucked to her chest, rests her cheek against the joints. “We’ll hit the ground running at breakneck speed on Monday for Nationals prep, so I assume she’s taking this week, like most of us are, to relax, recharge...” She pauses, blowing a quick but steady stream of air from pursed lips. “...And spend time with her daughter,” Rachel finally adds, her eyes lifting to watch the subtle shift of Noah’s features at the mention of Beth.
It’s honestly been a while since she herself has seen Beth. With Jesse moving into the apartment with her and her dad, there’s been no reason to visit the Corcoran household and with the intensity of regionals rehearsals these past few weeks, Beth in all her blonde-haired and rosy cheeked glory hasn’t made an appearance at a practice in a while either.
“Noah,” Rachel starts before she untangles her limbs to reach forward and take his hand. “If you really want to know how she’s doing, just talk to Ms. Corcoran. She allows Quinn to see her, so I don’t know why she wouldn’t extend the same courtesy to you.” In fact, she thinks having the opportunity to spend time with Beth would do nothing but good things for Noah, because if he ever needed motivation to stay straight and out of trouble, Beth seems like the best type of positive reinforcement.
Do you think your mom is proud of you somewhere?
You ask this question as if you’re under the assumption that I have an established relationship with my mother, but I don’t have a ‘mom,’ Anon. I have two wonderfully supportive fathers.
What I did have was a generous incubator who was under a contract for eight months, two weeks, and three days. But, giving the benefit of the doubt, when the eighteenth of December is marked off on the calendar each year, maybe she thinks about me, but maybe she doesn’t since I was essentially a short-term job for her.
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