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Quinn decided Saturday afternoon that she couldn't go home for Thanksgiving. For one, there was the co-president thing; even if Annie would be around, it felt a little like the captain abandoning her ship with the iceberg straight ahead.

For another, Portalocity was being unusually impossible to deal with. The best their haggard-sounding customer service rep could offer Quinn was $350 each one way for a trip that included spending all of Tuesday on a layover in 1349 Denmark. Quinn was fairly certain this meant they'd run into either the black plague or meta Hamlet, and she didn't need Puck to get in trouble for dropping the Prince of Danes down an outhouse.

Anyhow, so she sent Finn a civil little look-we're-exes-but-we-can-still-be-friends email to let him know, since they'd vaguely talked about hanging out, and included a general inquiry about Rachel both to be polite and in the faint hope the answer would be she'd developed bubonic plague.

Finn wrote back, Sorry u can't come. Xmas? And whos Rachel?. Which would have been even more satisfying than the festering boils, except a couple more emails back and forth established he meant it literally. As far as he was concerned, Rachel Berry had never existed.

Weird, but weirder yet was her next call. Her mom sighed when Quinn made excuses for not coming home, saying she couldn't get the time off work.

"It'll be hard for a woman my age to have Thanksgiving alone, Quinnie," she said. "Maybe someone from my book club will feel sorry for me."

"Alone?" Quinn frowned hard at the phone. "Mom, what are you talking about? I figured you'd just spend it with Frannie and her husband."


"You know, your other daughter?" The one Quinn had spent the first 14 years of her life rarely measuring up to?

Judy Fabray was silent for a long moment. "You're a little bit old for imaginary siblings, aren't you, darling?"

The conversation didn't really recover from that one. And now Quinn would be searching her room, trying to find any proof that she wasn't hallucinating having had a sister. A photo, a card, anything.

[OOC: Post/door open! Also, I pulled the name Frannie from a fan wiki, and reserve the right to change that if the character shows up and the show uses another name.]

Date: 2011-11-20 01:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Are you looking for something interesting?" Puck asked as he tapped on the door. "And can I help? I'll start with your panty drawer."

Such a giver.

Date: 2011-11-20 01:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Pass. Am I an only child?" Quinn asked, as if it was the most sensible response ever.

She wasn't finding anything from Frannie; even the sweater she'd swiped while her sister was home from college years before was gone.
Edited Date: 2011-11-20 01:46 am (UTC)

Date: 2011-11-20 01:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Um, no," Puck said, staring at her a little now. "Wishful thinking?"

Date: 2011-11-20 01:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Only if my mother suddenly decided I was her favorite," Quinn said, sitting back in her bed and wrapping her arms around her legs. "She swears I don't have a sister. I can't find anything to say otherwise."

Her voice was cracking a bit on the last few words. She'd wished her sister away plenty of times, sure, but not -- away-away.

Date: 2011-11-20 02:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Hey, hey." Crying girlfriend. Oh, shit, crying girlfriend. Puck was not really great with those, but he could try and not suck at this. Starting with going over to sit with her and pull an arm around her shoulders. "Maybe it's...okay, maybe it's the island screwing with us? Maybe everyone's siblings are disappearing for the weekend!"

Date: 2011-11-20 02:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Maybe," Quinn said, swallowing hard and trying to recover her composure. An island issue would make sense. "Is yours okay?"

Date: 2011-11-20 02:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"...I'm not sure," he admitted, frowning a little. "But I'm sure she is! Just...somewhere else, like yours."

Date: 2011-11-20 02:09 am (UTC)
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"Maybe it's someplace else where the annoying people go," Quinn said hopefully. She doubted it was true, but she wanted it to be, so if she repressed enough... "Finn has no idea who Rachel Berry is."

Date: 2011-11-20 02:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Good. Maybe he kicked that to the curb and is shunning her now," Puck replied, rolling his eyes. "Let's all pretend we don't know her."

Date: 2011-11-20 02:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Hrrmph. We can dream," Quinn said, settling against him rather comfortably. "I hope you're right and everything's normal Monday. Not that I want to acknowledge Rachel in any way."

Date: 2011-11-20 02:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Might be Tuesday, since it started today," Puck pointed out, rubbing her shoulder. "And then we can just go on ignoring Rachel because she's there."

Date: 2011-11-20 02:49 am (UTC)
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"Or mocking her when something pisses us off," Quinn said dreamily, rolling her shoulders.

"And maybe the portal weirdness will clear up by Tuesday too, and we'll get Thanksgiving at home ... you're good with your hands, have I told you that?"

It was hard to concentrate during a shoulder rub.

Date: 2011-11-20 03:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Not recently enough for my taste," Puck replied, shifting so he could rub both her shoulders more effectively. "If it doesn't clear up, though...Thanksgiving here? I mean, the pie's not bad."

Date: 2011-11-20 03:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"There'll be pie. Our friends are here," Quinn said lightly, as she shifted to encourage him to move his hands a little lower on her back. "We could get a hotel room if the dorms make us too nuts. It's not home, but ... there are compensations."

Date: 2011-11-20 03:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Hotel room, at least, has more promise than your mom's couch," Puck offered, obediently sliding his hands lower to knead the small of her back. "I mean, going home would be better -- I kinda miss Lima, even if it's your version, and your mom's totally cool and all -- but we'll make it okay here."

Date: 2011-11-20 03:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Quinn snorted. "My mom's not cool," she said lightly. She was a mom. "But yeah, we'll be fine. I wish she wouldn't make you stay on the couch."

Date: 2011-11-20 03:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"My mom'd probably make you do the same thing if she even noticed you were there," Puck offered. "I think it's written into the mom brain-wiring."

Date: 2011-11-20 03:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I'll be a cool mom," Quinn vowed, even though if she was honest -- and not melting from a combination of anxiety and back rub -- she'd admit she was way too uptight for that. "I'll be ... you know. Honest."

Date: 2011-11-20 04:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Like in the 'clearly these kids are sexually active, might as well let 'em sleep together under my roof' kind of honest way?" he wondered, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck.

Date: 2011-11-20 04:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"At least for people our age, after they've gotten the condom lecture eight hundred times," Quinn said. "It's not like the celibacy thing ended up working that well for me, right?"

She twisted her neck to glance at him, embarrassed that she'd admitted she'd changed her mind. And also hoping a bolt of lightening was not about to strike her down..

Date: 2011-11-20 11:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Celibacy with someone like you's a waste, anyway," Puck replied, tilting his head to press a kiss to her cheek. "You're too hot and too good at sex. Besides, you weren't irresponsible. Still aren't," he added, raising a brow. "I mean, we used a condom, you know me, and as far as I know, giving up the V-card didn't turn into a mission to sleep with the whole school, right?"

Date: 2011-11-20 11:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Quinn snorted. "Like there's anybody else I'd even want to sleep with," she said. (And if that wasn't 100 percent true for all people in all states of mind, it was close enough.) "And thank you. It's weird we had to come here for me to figure out I could love you."

It had taken a good nine months for her to work up to the l-word, but she felt right saying it now.
Edited Date: 2011-11-20 11:37 pm (UTC)

Date: 2011-11-21 12:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
And now he was sort of staring, his mouth parted just a little because she had just said that and...okay, Puck was really, really good at convincing girls to have sex with him. He was. But he'd never gotten one to love him, before, and as much as he'd been confused about what he felt for Quinn, he hadn't expected her to just come out and say that.

He didn't hate it, though. And he didn't want to run away. The particularly rusty cogs of Puck's strange little mind were working together to reconcile that those tingly, protective, warm, fuzzy, glowy things he felt for Quinn amounted to love, and so for the moment, he was reduced to a, "...wait, you love me?"

Date: 2011-11-21 12:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I think so," Quinn said, a little bit defensive. She'd only said it to one other person, and that time she wasn't sure in retrospect that she meant it, so maybe -- maybe she didn't even know what love really was.

But she knew Puck made her feel cherished and safe and happy in a way not much else did, and she felt like they fit together in some way that went deeper than what she felt about anybody else. And she was not, in general, a sentimental person. So.

"Is that -- not okay?"

Date: 2011-11-21 01:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"No, no, it's like really okay. It's more than okay. It's awesome." And now he was babbling, and that was so not cool of him, and why did he suck at this, and --

"No,, love you too. I just wanted you to be sure," he said quietly, and with far less of usual cocky swagger.

Date: 2011-11-21 01:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"You do?" Wow, and she knew for a fact he wasn't just saying that to get into her pants. "So we ... I don't even know. Is there some official thing we should do now that we've said it?"

Her tone was light, teasing. "I'm happy."

Date: 2011-11-21 02:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I dunno. I've never really said it before," Puck mused, turning a little red and grinning, himself. "I mean, I think you know how I think we should celebrate, but we could get more creative. Throw a party or something. It's kinda late notice, though. Probably would end up with like four losers who didn't have anything better to do tonight."

Date: 2011-11-21 02:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Quinn leaned back against him, feeling light. Feeling almost giddy. "I guess your kind of celebration would be okay just this once."

For the worst day ever, this was ... improving rapidly.


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