Room 317, Sunday Midday
Nov. 28th, 2010 10:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
former_cheerioQuinn spent almost her whole weekend back in Lima asking people what she should do about the Finn situation. Because even though Bruce was, in her opinion, being a little jerky about it, he was right -- she couldn't just keep hanging on to Finn forever when she thought it wasn't going anywhere. If that meant Finn ran off with Rachel Berry, well, that was Finn's bad taste, not to mention proof Quinn was right to get rid of him.
On the other hand, he was Finn. He was an amazing, hot guy and made her feel safe. She wouldn't find better if she ended up back in Lima.
So she dithered.
She asked her mother, who said, "Quinnie, I don't know. If you want." A pause. "He is such a nice boy."
She asked her father, who said, "Why, is he pressuring you?"
She asked Coach Sylvester, and was rewarded with a rambling dissertation, the upshot of which was that Quinn shouldn't be worrying about boys to start with, not when she still couldn't do a handless roundoff back handspring. And also there was something about Nazis and Matthew Broderick that didn't so much make sense, but that was par for the course.
And then she asked Santana, God help her, who said, "What? Is this a sex thing? 'Cause you should just get it over with and do him." And then she smiled that Santana smile that made it hard to trust her with anyone's boyfriend, girlfriend, sibling, or crush, and said, "I would."
... none of which exactly made Quinn feel awesome about the idea of going through a break-up.
But in the end, Rachel freaking Berry forced Quinn's hand. "I read an article that said 75 percent of all people at boarding school cheat," she informed Quinn brightly when the blonde dropped in to watch New Directions rehearse. "It's so terrific you and Finn kept such a strong connection. If you'd been kissing anybody else, I might be worried that thing at the corner of your mouth is a cold sore."
"It's not a cold sore," Quinn said automatically, fingertips flying to the ugly bit of dry skin at the corner of her mouth. "Don't you have somebody else to bother?"
"Oh. It looks just like a cold sore." Rachel smiled brightly. "You should get it checked out. I'd hate for you to pass it to Finn -- you know those can turn into herpes, right? But if you haven't been kissing anyone else, of course neither of you has to worry. You're lucky."
Even this wouldn't have been so bad, except that Finn overheard.
Which lead to her explaining it wasn't a cold sore, honest.
Which lead to him asking her point-blank if she'd been kissing anybody.
Which lead to her saying yes, but it was for school spirit and absolutely nothing to worry about.
Which lead to him asking who.
Which lead to Puck's name coming up, Quinn crying, and the Puck from her version of Lima getting punched for something he didn't even do. Then Finn stormed out, and the glee club geeks seemed to blame everything on Quinn. Which was -- just about perfect, really, and probably what Quinn deserved.
Which was why Quinn came back to Fandom single and desperately needing to hit up Caritas that night. She set about unpacking some winter clothes her mother had sent home with her instead, with a very determined set to her jaw.
As far as she'd ever tell anyone, her Thanksgiving break had been just fine.
[OOC: Lima action NFB, Quinn being baaaack totes for broadcast. Open door, open post.]
On the other hand, he was Finn. He was an amazing, hot guy and made her feel safe. She wouldn't find better if she ended up back in Lima.
So she dithered.
She asked her mother, who said, "Quinnie, I don't know. If you want." A pause. "He is such a nice boy."
She asked her father, who said, "Why, is he pressuring you?"
She asked Coach Sylvester, and was rewarded with a rambling dissertation, the upshot of which was that Quinn shouldn't be worrying about boys to start with, not when she still couldn't do a handless roundoff back handspring. And also there was something about Nazis and Matthew Broderick that didn't so much make sense, but that was par for the course.
And then she asked Santana, God help her, who said, "What? Is this a sex thing? 'Cause you should just get it over with and do him." And then she smiled that Santana smile that made it hard to trust her with anyone's boyfriend, girlfriend, sibling, or crush, and said, "I would."
... none of which exactly made Quinn feel awesome about the idea of going through a break-up.
But in the end, Rachel freaking Berry forced Quinn's hand. "I read an article that said 75 percent of all people at boarding school cheat," she informed Quinn brightly when the blonde dropped in to watch New Directions rehearse. "It's so terrific you and Finn kept such a strong connection. If you'd been kissing anybody else, I might be worried that thing at the corner of your mouth is a cold sore."
"It's not a cold sore," Quinn said automatically, fingertips flying to the ugly bit of dry skin at the corner of her mouth. "Don't you have somebody else to bother?"
"Oh. It looks just like a cold sore." Rachel smiled brightly. "You should get it checked out. I'd hate for you to pass it to Finn -- you know those can turn into herpes, right? But if you haven't been kissing anyone else, of course neither of you has to worry. You're lucky."
Even this wouldn't have been so bad, except that Finn overheard.
Which lead to her explaining it wasn't a cold sore, honest.
Which lead to him asking her point-blank if she'd been kissing anybody.
Which lead to her saying yes, but it was for school spirit and absolutely nothing to worry about.
Which lead to him asking who.
Which lead to Puck's name coming up, Quinn crying, and the Puck from her version of Lima getting punched for something he didn't even do. Then Finn stormed out, and the glee club geeks seemed to blame everything on Quinn. Which was -- just about perfect, really, and probably what Quinn deserved.
Which was why Quinn came back to Fandom single and desperately needing to hit up Caritas that night. She set about unpacking some winter clothes her mother had sent home with her instead, with a very determined set to her jaw.
As far as she'd ever tell anyone, her Thanksgiving break had been just fine.
[OOC: Lima action NFB, Quinn being baaaack totes for broadcast. Open door, open post.]
