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Quinn had not been talking to her parents a whole lot lately.

It wasn't intentional; it was just that usually when she thought of it, she was either busy, or trying to study, or turned the wrong age before she got around to it. Or else things were too weird to possibly explain, and Quinn wasn't sure she was up to lying.

Besides, her folks weren't exactly burning through their phone minutes calling her.

But when they didn't call on her birthday, that was ... more than a little off. She finally found out why when her mom got in touch. Apparently her dad had been too busy sleeping with some tattooed freak to remember he had a younger daughter, and her mom had been too busy kicking him out.

Quinn was packing a bag for home before she even hung up the call. The island was cold and smelled like Viking; it was a good time for a long trip to Lima.

[OOC: Quinn is heading off the island for at least half the summer. If you want her to have given you notice before she left, handwave away, or this post is open for extreeeeeme slooooowplaaaaaaay. Thanks to everybody who tagged to her b'day party -- and especially to Erin for putting it together -- sorry I had to miss it!]

Date: 2011-05-03 10:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
As soon as Puck got Quinn's text, he hurried down to her room, knocking on the doorframe. "What happened?" he asked, more concerned than he'd usually let most people see, but hey, this seemed like a big deal.

[omg let us epic sp this thing, lady. :D]

Date: 2011-05-04 11:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Nothing," Quinn totally lied, with a tight little smile that lasted as long as it took to spread across her face.

She gave up the effort.

"My father has decided he wants to be with some slut who probably has Marilyn Monroe's face on her cleavage and not with the mother of his children, is all. My mother is ... responding appropriately."

Date: 2011-05-05 08:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Holy shit," Puck swore, completely just reactionary. "When'd she find out? Like, right now?"

Date: 2011-05-05 11:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"She said she's known for sure for a couple of days," Quinn shrugged. "She's pretending she's fine, you know? Like everything in my stupid family."
Edited Date: 2011-05-06 12:00 am (UTC)

Date: 2011-05-06 01:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"And you're going to go help her?" he checked, raising a brow. "And...also not deal with it, but in person now?"

Date: 2011-05-06 05:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"She could use some help getting all of his stuff out of the house," Quinn said defensively. "And I could use some time away from the island weirdness. It's win-win."

Other than missing Puck, but that was ... something she'd deal with later.

Date: 2011-05-06 08:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Puck considered that for a moment, then sighed. "Do what you gotta do, and go take care of your mom," he said, looking over at her, "but summer's gonna blow without you."

Date: 2011-05-07 12:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I know," Quinn said, lip quivering the tiniest bit. "I might even miss the weird after a couple weeks."

"We can still go away for your birthday?"

Date: 2011-05-07 09:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I'll come steal you away from Lima?" he asked hopefully. "'Cause you know it's gonna suck by comparison. It's Lima."

Date: 2011-05-08 11:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I know," Quinn said, resigned as she flopped down to sit on her bed. "It'll have the wrong you, and stupid parties. I think I'll try to get a job coaching at a day camp or something just so I'm not too depressed."

Date: 2011-05-08 02:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Puck crossed over to sit with her, moving to drape his arm across her back. "They won't be totally stupid parties. Don't hook up with the wrong me, though. He'll probably skip out on you before breakfast and tell Santana about it."

Puck knew his past behavior pretty well.

Date: 2011-05-08 02:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"And then Santana will let the whole town know," Quinn added, resting her head on his shoulder. She knew what other- Puck was like pretty well, too. "No offense, but I think I can pass."

Date: 2011-05-09 12:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"And I'll try and resist if I come across another version of you," he teased lightly, skimming his hand along her back soothingly. "Gonna miss you, though."

Date: 2011-05-09 12:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"You better resist," Quinn said, also lightly teasing. "And I'll miss you too. I'll call as much as I can to make sure you don't forget me."

Date: 2011-05-09 12:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I couldn't anyway," he assured her, pressing a kiss to her temple. "And I'll send pictures of stuff if I turn into a llama or it rains strawberry sauce or something."

Date: 2011-05-09 12:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"You would be insanely adorable as a llama," Quinn said, because she was occasionally a teenage girl.

A pause.

"... but how would you work your camera?"

Date: 2011-05-09 01:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I'm pretty sure Kate wouldn't let me be a llama without taking a picture," he decided. "She could send you a picture. Either way, if I turn into one, I'm calling it your fault, now."

Date: 2011-05-09 12:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I'll take the blame as long as I get a photo," Quinn decided. "Don't have too much fun with the vikings while I'm gone."


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