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Please just tell me what to do.
She looks out the window of her plane as it takes off from the tarmac and thinks about everything she talked about with Naomi yesterday.
Though Naomi had been a great comfort and support, she knew that her roommate didn’t understand why she was so upset. She didn’t blame Naomi. Most people would be confused by the situation. They would think-
Isn’t it a good thing? Quinn is already in love with her. The path from here should be simple.
But it’s not. They don’t understand how difficult it really is. Quinn has had years. She’s had years to adjust to being attracted to someone who eventually became her best friend. She’s learned how to live with those relational layers intricately woven together. She is aware of Rachel as her best friend, and simultaneously someone she is attracted to and loves romantically. The feelings evolved gradually, and then later on their friendship was slowly added to the mix. Quinn has struggled with it, but at least she’s had time.
She hasn’t had that same opportunity. Instead, the only thing she’s had time to settle into is their friendship. That has been her constant. Quinn said on the phone this past week that Rachel is continually reminding her that they’re best friends, that that’s where their relationship stands.
Her close friendship with Quinn is the one thing she understands. It’s the one thing she has to cling to when everything else is uncertain. That’s why everything felt like it was imploding when their friendship was brought into question. She can deal with the lack of understanding surrounding their past, she can deal with the awkwardness of their current dynamic, as long as she knows that their friendship will ultimately stand strong.
Friendship is their foundation, and for a while that’s worked. But what do you do when friendship no longer feels like enough?
The urge to be closer- emotionally, physically, everywhere- is overwhelming and refuses to be suppressed any longer. She wants to be closer, whatever that means for them, and Quinn thinks that she wants carefully measured distance. Quinn is deliberately erecting boundaries all while, for the first time, Rachel wants to tear those boundaries to the ground and build something entirely new amidst the rubble. But they have an indeterminate amount to gain and everything to lose.
Just the thought of losing Quinn if it doesn’t work out is enough to make her stomach clench painfully, and the need to have Quinn in some capacity threatens to drown out the desire for more.
And that’s all on the assumption that her feelings ring true and something else goes wrong. What if her feelings right now are misguided? She can grudgingly admit at this point that she doesn’t have the best track record with gauging her own feelings and making solid decisions based upon them. If she rushes into pursuing something, only to realize that she wants something different, it might actually break Quinn.
It could shatter their relationship irreparably.
Naomi says that it’s unfair to Quinn to keep this from her when Quinn has had feelings for Rachel for so long. But wouldn’t it be far worse to tell her, only to realize she wants something different?
She has feelings for Quinn, yes. She recognizes that now, and probably should have realized it a while ago. But muddled feelings and the urge to be closer don’t necessarily equal a romantic relationship.
She can’t exactly walk up to Quinn and say, “I’ve realized that I have feelings for you, but I have no idea what I want to do about it.”
She needs a plan. She needs to know what she wants before she shares any of this with Quinn. Because saying she wants more, without a solid idea of what more actually means for her, will make things so much more complicated. The last thing she needs to do is mess with Quinn’s emotions and cause her more hurt.
So she’s keeping this to herself. She’s not going to blindside Quinn until she’s adequately prepared for the potential fallout.
For now, she’s going to focus on the fact that she gets to see her dads today and she gets to see her best friend tomorrow. She’s going to focus on this upcoming Tuesday, when she’ll be turning eighteen years old. She’s going to focus on the opportunity to reconnect with friends.
She’s going to focus on everything else, and hope that clarity about her current predicament will present itself somewhere along the way.
It might not be the best plan, but it’s the one that scares her the least.
XXxxXX
The first thing she notices when she gets off the plane is that everything feels slower somehow. Ohio might be farther east than a lot of states, but it’s definitely different from the east coast. There’s a distinct difference that feels much stronger now that she’s been living in New York for several months.
But it’s home, and there’s a unique comfort in that. New York may be where she was meant to end up, but Ohio is where she came from, and she’s glad to be able to reconnect with this place. Just because she was ready to move on from Lima doesn’t mean she wants to permanently leave it behind.
She wheels her small carry-on suitcase past the security checkpoint, and then her fathers are there, smiling widely as they catch sight of her amongst the other travellers. She barely keeps herself from squealing once she sees them, and instead she jogs forward quickly and launches herself into her dad’s arms.
She hears her daddy laugh beside them as her dad wraps his arms around her and says, “welcome home, sweetheart,” in that soothing voice of his.
Then her daddy adds, “Not quite home, since we’re in Dayton, but the sentiment still stands,” as he gives her a hug. “It’s so nice to have you back here with us.”
She walks between them while they head towards luggage claim and banter back and forth about what’s going on Lima these days. Conversation flows easily and soon they’re all laughing and there’s an arm wrapped around her shoulder. Her daddy is right-
It’s good to be back.
XXxxXX
Her bedroom looks the same, with the exception of a few boxes of stuff near her desk that she packed but ultimately decided not to bring to New York. The room is still the same bright yellow, and it seems brighter than ever after living in a dull dorm room for three and a half months. Sure, she brought some of her posters to school, but it’s just not the same.
It’s strange. Because it feels like her room, but all of the things that made it truly hers are the things she brought to New York. The Wicked poster hangs above their mini fridge in the dorm now, and the collection of photos that used to scatter her room are now tacked across the bulletin board atop her desk at school. Her room is an accurate reflection of her life now, where the foundation was left in Lima, but the core parts of who she is moved to New York.
She hears someone enter the room behind her and turns to see her dad leaning against the doorway.
“How does it feel to be home?”
“Weird,” she admits, trailing her fingers along the fabric of her bedspread. “Like it’s familiar, but very different somehow.”
Her dad smiles and steps into the room. “I remember the first time I came home from college.”
“Did it feel like this?”
“Not at all,” he answers, and Rachel frowns. “I was very homesick my first semester of college,” he adds in explanation. “When I came home, I felt this rush, like there was so much I had missed. My room felt like a safe haven that I didn’t want to give up again.”
“I still missed it,” Rachel assures, because she doesn’t want her parents to think that she didn’t miss home at all.
“I know you did,” he smiles. “But you missed it in a different way. It’s just the nostalgia and familiarity of it for you, isn’t it?”
She nods her head and sits down on the edge of her bed. “I love living in New York City,” she admits, like a guilty confession. Her dad laughs and sits down beside her.
“I would’ve never guessed,” he jokes, and Rachel shoves at his shoulder lightly. “That’s why your daddy and I fully supported your decision to go out of state. Of course we’ve missed you, but you love New York and you seem really happy.”
“I am. Also still a little lost, but I hear that’s quite common among college students.”
Her dad chuckles and stands up, leading her out of her bedroom towards the kitchen.
“Honey, it’s really common among adults.”
XXxxXX
The next morning, she agrees to go to the grocery store with her daddy, mainly because she knows they’ll pass McKinley High on the way. She can’t really explain her desire to see the high school. It’s not like she expects it to look any different. But when their car turns the corner and reaches the stop sign near the football field, she makes her daddy pull the car into the parking lot for a minute.
He sits patiently while she stares at the main entrance of the building for a few seconds before she speaks.
“Is it weird that I don’t miss it? Because I…I feel content. I don’t regret that I moved on and lost touch with most people. And maybe that’s bad, but-“
“That’s just how life works sometimes. People come and go. It doesn’t necessarily mean you like them any less. It’s just that you transitioned to a different stage in your life, and relationships don’t always make it through those transitions.”
Rachel feels the twinge of guilt in her chest begin to leave, and she turns to look at him.
“I’ve only talked to Quinn, and occasionally Santana. I see basic stuff on Facebook from other people, but besides that…”
Her dad inclines his head back towards the road, and she nods, letting him continue on to the grocery store.
“It’s not that surprising. Even this past summer, that’s who you spent most of your with. You and Quinn became much closer, and she was already good friends with Santana and Brittany.”
Memories of last summer flash through her mind, when she hung out alone with the three most popular girls in school for the first time and realized how completely normal they were.
Quinn would try to show Santana new music and Santana would roll her eyes and tell her to “put on some Rihanna, or something” and then Brittany would jump in the pool, just to interrupt their tanning and music bickering.
Of all the people that she expected to be friends with beyond high school, those three were the least likely.
“Well Kurt successfully avoided me, and I successfully avoided Finn, so I relied on Quinn more.”
There’s an awkward pause before her daddy answers her, and he glances over quickly before speaking.
“What exactly have you heard about Finn?”
Rachel furrows her eyebrows and turns to look at her dad once they reach the parking lot of the grocery store.
“Very little. I blocked him on Facebook, and Kurt blocked me, so I haven’t heard anything really. You told me at Thanksgiving that he was back in Lima, but then dad changed the subject. Why, what’s going on?”
They exit the car together and he takes a slow breath before answering. “Yes, he’s still in Lima. I want you to know so that you’re not totally surprised if you run into him. And maybe it can be a chance to get some final closure.”
Rachel shakes her head, pushing her hands into her coat pockets as they approach the entrance to the store.
“Why is he still here? Did he decide not to join the army? I should have known…”
“He did, but…” her daddy pauses, resting his hand on Rachel’s shoulder and making her stop for a second. “It was Burt. He stayed here because of Burt, Rachel. Right before he went to enlist, Burt started having some heart problems again. Finn decided to stay, and he’s been working at the tire shop.”
Despite everything that happened with both Kurt and Finn, she’d never wish a situation like that on them. She can’t even imagine how she would deal with it if one of her dads had a serious health problem.
“How is Burt doing now?”
“Stable, but not great. He didn’t have another heart attack or anything, but the doctors say he’s at a high risk level right now. Anyway, I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything, but I wanted you to know.”
She nods and moves forward to grab a grocery cart for them. The thought of seeing Finn right now is, quite frankly, exhausting. They barely spoke to each other once she broke up with him shortly after prom. She got accepted to NYADA, and suddenly the ring on her finger felt more like a weight dragging her down and less like a support system holding her up. She wanted to picture Finn in New York, but she couldn’t. The two just didn’t go together.
It’s like what her dad was just talking about with relationships and transitions. She thought Finn would be someone who automatically transitioned with her, but he just wasn’t meant to be that person.
“I…thank you for telling me.”
Maybe if she’s lucky, she won’t have to deal with this over break. But then again, maybe final closure is really what she needs, even if she hadn’t realized it.
XXxxXX
Later that afternoon, she’s unpacking her suitcase when her phone rings with an unknown caller. She lifts her phone, not recognizing the area code, and accepts the call.
“Rachel Berry speaking,” she greets, sitting down on her bed.
“Hi, Rachel. It’s Rose Thompson. Heejin gave me your cell number. I’m so sorry that I haven’t been able to contact you until now about your musical.”
She sits up a little straighter in surprise, holding the phone closer to her ear.
“Oh, hi Rose! It’s alright. I know that finals time is very taxing for seniors especially. That’s why I was surprised that Heejin even wanted to show you my assignment.”
It’s true. She trusted Heejin’s judgment, but she had no idea why she sought out Rose. Seniors are notoriously busy that time of year.
“I’ll admit there may have been an ulterior motive to me reading your play,” she says warmly, in a way that puts her at ease even as her curiosity is piqued. “My boyfriend Derek is in the comedy troupe with Heejin. I’m always at the events, which is how we know each other. Anyway, pretty much anyone who is even an acquaintance of mine knows that I’ve been looking for a piece to do for senior showcase this spring.”
“Showcase?” Rachel questions, eyes widening.
“I’m sure you’ve heard about it. It’s basically NYADA’s version of a capstone project. There’s been several options, but none of them have really spoken to me. But then Heejin calls me and says she has the perfect musical, and of course I was curious.”
“Wait, let me make sure I’m hearing you correctly. Because sometimes I get really excited and then start jumping to conclusions. Are you saying that you want to perform my musical for your senior showcase?”
She can’t really wrap her brain around it, but that seems to be the only logical conclusion. A NYADA senior in her musical theater program wants to perform her musical for senior showcase.
“That’s what I’m saying. Your story is so different from anything else I’ve read. With your permission, I want to show it to my good friend Jenna. We were planning on working together for showcase and your play is kind of perfect because we could play the main roles and then cast the other minor parts and the ensemble. But hold on, I’m jumping way ahead of myself,” she laughs, taking a measured breath. “Is this something you’d even consider? We’d have to meet up with you to really hear your full perspective on the story, since there’s still some things that aren’t clear. But are you open to the possibility of it being performed?”
Her mind is reeling and she stands up from her bed, walking in imprecise loops around her room. The pads of her feet press into the carpet and she thinks about the opportunity to see her story brought to life on a stage. A part of her wants to say absolutely yes, but then she thinks about what it would be like if they misrepresented her story. It’s not just a story- it’s her life and she needs them to treat this play with extreme care. Not to mention Quinn, who was nervous about someone just reading her musical.
“I…I’m not sure. I mean, it’s really exciting and you have no idea how flattering this is. But I at least have to talk to Quinn about this first.”
“Quinn?”
It takes her a second to realize that Rose might not even know her musical is autobiographical.
“You know her as Monica.”
There’s a long pause and then-
“…woah. This is a true story then?”
“The only thing that I really changed was our names.”
“So you’re…”
Rachel nods her head even though Rose can’t actually see her. “I’m Lily.”
“I knew something about this felt very personal. I had no idea it was that personal though.”
“I’m seeing Quinn tonight, so I’ll try talking to her about it soon. You should probably have a Plan B though, because I really don’t know if she’d ever agree to this.”
Quinn is probably going to freak out, and she knows the chances that Quinn will actually agree to this are slim. This story is intensely personal, and she doubts Quinn is ready to share it with the world. It even scares her a little, so she can’t imagine how her best friend would feel.
“I understand,” Rose assures. “But…” she pauses, and for a moment Rachel wonders if the call cut out. “I’m so curious because it’s a pretty open ending- do the girls end up together eventually?”
She inhales a sharp breath, trying to decide how she should answer this. It’s not like she owes Rose anything.
“They become best friends,” Rachel eventually answers. “The rest is still…this might sound incredibly cliché, but the rest is kind of unwritten right now. In our actual lives. The story isn’t there yet.”
“Oh?”
She can tell that Rose is curious, but doesn’t know Rachel enough to feel comfortable asking more. That’s a good thing, since she has no idea what she would even say at this point.
“Yeah... When’s your deadline? Because Quinn will probably say no the first time but she may decide to think about it.”
“The Friday after we start the second semester. So maybe let me know for sure one way or the other in a couple of weeks?”
“I will. I’ll talk to you soon, Rose.”
“Thanks, Rachel. Bye!”
She sets her phone down on her nightstand once she ends the call, and then she’s just standing there in her old bedroom, trying to figure out how she feels about the possibility of seeing her musical come to life on stage.
Like everything else these days, the feelings mix together, tangling in frustrating knots that won’t untie.
XXxxXX
Quinn’s flight gets in a three o’clock, but then they have to drive home and she knows that Quinn will have to spend time with her family before she can come over. She received a text shortly after Quinn landed that said-
Just got to Ohio. See you in a little while when I can get out of the house. :)
But it’s barely after six and the doorbell is ringing and she practically sprints towards the front door. Quinn is standing on her porch in a charcoal grey peacoat and matching earmuffs, smiling widely and teeth chattering just a little.
“You’re here!” she squeals, launching herself at her best friend and completely ignoring the cold and her bare feet. Quinn laughs against her ear and stumbles back a couple of steps, steadying Rachel by wrapping her arms around her back.
“Rach, you’re gonna get pneumonia out here,” she warns, just to freak Rachel out and get her to go inside.
“Not funny,” Rachel pouts once she’s safely indoors again. Quinn shuts the door behind them and hangs her coat on the hook, revealing the deep purple sweater and jeans that she’s wearing.
It hits her, suddenly, that she is in the same room with Quinn, who has no idea just how much things have changed in the past few days. Okay, maybe changed is the wrong word. More like how many things are apparent now that weren’t before.
Like how she’s aware that Quinn looks beautiful right now, and that she’s suddenly nervous to be standing next to her even though she was just hugging the girl uninhibited. She’s the kind of nervous where her whole body feels jittery and her pulse seems like it’s racing way faster than it should be.
“What?” Quinn asks self-consciously, glancing down at herself when Rachel continues to look at her.
“Nothing,” Rachel replies quickly, stepping forward a little. “I’m so glad you’re here. Was your flight and everything okay?”
“My flight was fine. It was everything after that sucked, but I was pretty much expecting it, so…”
Quinn shrugs her shoulder, like she’s okay with the fact that she hates being home again.
“Is the family stuff already bad?” Rachel frowns.
“More like really tense. I think my mom is afraid that I’m going to come out to my dad sometime over break. She kept looking between the two of us like she was waiting for everything to come crashing down. Please. As if I’d ever be that stupid,” Quinn rolls her eyes, masking the genuine fear at the thought of her dad knowing about her sexuality. “But mom is tense, which makes my dad tense even if he doesn’t know what’s going on. And we don’t have Frannie here to help balance it out because she doesn’t get here until next week.”
“I’m sorry,” she says, even though she knows it won’t change anything.
“Don’t be,” Quinn assures, meeting her eyes and setting off those jitters again. “Especially since I’ll be taking up space in your house as much as I can to avoid them.”
Rachel’s about to say something about how Quinn would never just be taking up space, but then her dads are entering the foyer and smiling at the both of them.
“Quinn, it’s wonderful to see you!” her daddy greets, resting his hand on her shoulder for a moment.
“Hi, Mr. Berry,” she replies politely, ducking her head down a little in sudden shyness before meeting his eyes.
“Mr. Berry. Really, Quinn?” her daddy answers, almost like he’s offended.
Rachel and her dad both laugh and Quinn blushes slightly.
“I was raised to always formally address other adults,” she defends, while her daddy continues to arch his eyebrows at her. “Hi, Hiram.”
“There we go.” He pats her shoulder, winking as he steps back.
“I have, umm, something to give Rachel for the last day of Hanukkah. I hope I’m not interrupting anything right now…”
“Not at all,” her dad answers. “We’re just finishing up making dinner and then we were going to do a couple of things for the holiday after we eat. You’re welcome to join us if you’d like. We’ve got plenty of food.”
Quinn glances shyly over at Rachel, and she nods her head to assure Quinn that it’s really okay.
“I’d love to. But I actually have to be back at my house by seven to eat dinner with my family. I managed to sneak away for a little bit, but they’re expecting me back soon.”
“Alright,” he concedes. “But feel free to stop by any time while you’re home, Quinn.”
“Thanks,” she answers kindly, and Rachel inclines her head towards the stairs.
“Want to go up to my room?”
Quinn smiles and nods, and Rachel turns toward the stairs so that she doesn’t end up awkwardly staring at Quinn again.
Quinn does a slow turn once they’re in her room, taking in her surroundings. There’s a faint smile playing at her lips, not obvious but definitely there.
“I think I missed this room more than my own,” she confesses, finally looking at Rachel fully. Their eyes meet and Quinn’s smile widens, lighting up her face as she shrugs her shoulders. “Which is probably a sad commentary on my own home, but…” she adds, letting the sentence hang unfinished.
“Well you did spend a lot of time here over the summer.”
She walks towards her bed and sits down, watching while Quinn steps over and joins her. The palm of her hand is resting on the comforter, fingers gripping the edge of the mattress, and Quinn’s hand is pressed against the bed right next to hers. If she shifted her left hand a couple of inches, their pinkies would be touching. She feels ridiculous for craving such minimal contact.
“I still don’t understand why your dads are so nice to me. They should hate me,” Quinn says quietly, staring down at the carpet.
“Like I should hate you?” Rachel challenges, and Quinn lifts her eyes.
“What-”
“Quinn, we’ve talked about this. My dads don’t know everything that happened in high school. But they’ve moved past the stuff that they know about. Every time that you show up here, smiling and being polite and proving that you’re a good friend, the less they think about who you used to be. They don’t have a reason to hate you anymore than I do.”
Quinn shakes her head, body shifting a little, and suddenly the gap that Rachel was so eager to eliminate is gone and their hands are barely brushing against each other.
“But they can’t just ignore everything that happened in the past,” she defends, and now Rachel wonders if they’re still only talking about her fathers right now.
“There’s…” Rachel begins slowly, choosing her words with care. “There’s a difference between blindly forgiving and forgiving with purpose. It’s not like they were automatically nice and welcoming to you. I’m sure you remember how awkward it was at first. You had to prove you weren’t going to intentionally hurt me again and you did, all those times you were at my house and my parents saw how happy I was. For a while I thought that Kurt and I had a great friendship, but I realize now that you…you were my first best friend, Quinn. My parents could never hate you for that.”
Hazel eyes are shining when they meet hers and Rachel grasps Quinn’s hand, squeezing just once. Sometime soon she imagines that she and Quinn will finally get their past fully out in the open, once and for all. But Quinn has to be home soon and she doesn’t want to upset her right now.
So instead, she looks over at Quinn’s purse that she set down on the desk and nudges her hand.
“So either my last Hanukkah present is really small, or it’s invisible,” she says and Quinn laughs.
“It’s in my purse. Hang on, let me get it out.” Quinn gets up from the bed, and Rachel regrets the loss of contact. But then Quinn is walking back over with a small box in her hand, wrapped in blue paper.
It looks suspiciously like a jewelry box and now she’s worried that Quinn spent too much money on her.
“Okay, before you open it, I just want to say that…it’s your birthday present too. I decided to get something nicer and just combine the gifts, since your birthday is in two days.”
Rachel delicately tears through the paper to reveal what is in fact a jewelry box. She glances at Quinn once, sees the nervous energy in her eyes, and then lifts the lid. Inside is a small necklace, a thin gold chain holding a small star pendant. The star itself is barely the size of a dime, but manages to fit a small Hebrew inscription.
“It says-”
“Rachel,” they say at the same time, and she looks up to meet Quinn’s eyes.
“Quinn, this is…it’s beautiful, and kind of perfect. But you…it’s…”
How does she even communicate that this feels like way too much? Not just because of how much she probably spent on it, but because her best friend just gave her a gorgeous necklace for her birthday and sort of Hanukkah, and the lines are blurring once again. The lines of what they can do under the pretense of friendship.
“Please don’t feel uncomfortable about this. I wanted to get you something nice for your birthday, which is part of the reason why most of the Hanukkah gifts were inexpensive or homemade. Please don’t be upset.”
Quinn sounds so nervous that it’s almost endearing, and she reaches forward to rest a steadying hand on Quinn’s shoulder.
“There’s no way I could be upset when someone did something this thoughtful for me, Quinn. A little overwhelmed and slightly worried that you spent too much money on me, but not upset,” she assures, and Quinn relaxes a little.
“ So you like it?” Quinn asks shyly, and Rachel has to bite down on her lip to contain her reaction because it’s really not fair that her best friend is being this adorable right now.
“I love it,” she answers, still holding the box when she reaches her arms out to pull Quinn into a hug. Quinn’s arms wrap around her waist, and then somehow this feels different than it ever has before. The arms holding her are the same gentle steady weight, but she has to fight off the urge to burrow closer, to tilt her head so that it’s resting against Quinn’s shoulder and press a soft kiss against her neck.
It’s all the desires that have been dormant before, now at the surface and making themselves known. The realization that she has no idea what to do with them kind of freaks her out, and Quinn is pulling away from her, completely unaware that she’s actually thinking about what it would be like to act on impulse and kiss her right now.
She allows herself to glance at soft pink lips just once before giving a shaky smile and turning her back to Quinn.
“Can you help me put it on?” she asks, holding out the necklace and trying to steady her breathing.
“Sure.”
Quinn takes the box from her hands, and she’s just standing there for a moment while Quinn unhooks the clasp before she feels the thin chain being looped around her. The metal is cool against her skin, but it’s the brush of Quinn’s fingertips against her that causes the goose bumps. She feels her fumbling with the clasp and then Quinn pauses.
“I need you to lift your hair up. I can’t get the clasp otherwise,” she explains, and Rachel shifts her left arm to hold her hair up on her head. Then fingertips are touching bare skin at the nape of her neck, and surely Quinn must be able to notice the goose bumps at this point. She doesn’t understand how it’s possible that such a simple touch is setting her off like this, and before she has anytime to process it Quinn is done.
“There,” she says proudly, stepping around to face Rachel and see the necklace. “Oh, good, the chain is the right length.” Quinn gives her an easy smile and it’s impossible not to smile back.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Happy Hanukkah. And happy almost birthday.”
There’s a moment of awkward silence, but then Quinn is laughing all of a sudden and she has no idea why.
“Speaking of your birthday, I’m supposed to make sure I don’t tell you that some of the glee club gang is throwing you a surprise party on Tuesday,” she smiles, and Rachel’s eyes widen. “But I know how you feel about surprise parties, and I tried to tell them it wasn’t a good idea. So instead I’m warning you so you don’t freak out.”
“Don’t they know I need at least forty eight hours to adequately prepare for major social gatherings, especially ones where I am the focus?” she huffs, and Quinn laughs again.
“Yes, but they didn’t believe me when they were coordinating it on Facebook. So…surprise! Don’t tell them I ruined it for you.”
“I’ll be sure to practice my appropriate surprised faces ahead of time. What should I wear to a party that I’m not supposed to know about but still want to look good at?”
The fact that Quinn knows it’s a legitimate question makes her love the girl that much more.