Quinn was pretty sure she was supposed to have some kind of broken home trauma or something. But the truth was, from what she could tell, divorce kind of rocked. Her mom had gotten a job, which gave Quinn way more freedom. She didn't have anything interesting to use it on -- most of her friends either spent all their time at cheering practices or were still being totally annoying dorks about glee club -- but it was the principle of the thing. Besides, Quinn kind of liked the quiet after a year in Fandom. Lima was the dullest place on earth, but it was good to know piranhas weren't going to suddenly appear in her bathtub.
Well, she liked the peace for the first three weeks. Then she was ready to climb the walls out of boredom. The birthday weekend with Puck had come along at exactly the right time.
The other great thing about her mom being preoccupied was that it was fairly easy for Quinn to get permission to drive to Fandom. A portal would have been faster, but she liked her little red car. It was nice to have it waiting for her in the island's parking lot.
She patted the dashboard, locked the car doors, and started toward the causeway. It was her senior year. She'd decided it would be amazing.
[OOC: Open if you happen to be in the parking lot too. "Divorce kind of rocks" is a canon quote.]
Well, she liked the peace for the first three weeks. Then she was ready to climb the walls out of boredom. The birthday weekend with Puck had come along at exactly the right time.
The other great thing about her mom being preoccupied was that it was fairly easy for Quinn to get permission to drive to Fandom. A portal would have been faster, but she liked her little red car. It was nice to have it waiting for her in the island's parking lot.
She patted the dashboard, locked the car doors, and started toward the causeway. It was her senior year. She'd decided it would be amazing.
[OOC: Open if you happen to be in the parking lot too. "Divorce kind of rocks" is a canon quote.]