Moving Forward, Moving Out.
It had been about an hour or so since she and Rachel had arrived at the apartment that Quinn was no longer going to be occupying, packing up the things that she would be taking home with her while leaving enough for the space to be functional in case they – or someone else – needed a place to stay away from the insanity. It wasn’t an entirely huge job to do, but the blonde had decided that morning that she actually wanted to sort through her stuff that she had brought back to the city with her and get rid of some of the things she wouldn’t need or didn’t want. It was a process much longer than she could have expected, and about halfway through her far too large collection of clothes she had gotten tired and decided to grab some water and take a small break.
Walking out to the kitchen, she grabbed a glass from one of the cupboards that was now about half-empty and filled it with some water from the fridge, humming when she brought it to her lips and took a long sip of it. Her eyes darted around the room after, spotting Rachel just a few feet away working on something that she couldn’t quite make out, just watching her for a few long moments. There was no longer a longing whenever she looked at her wife, no ache in her chest from knowing that she couldn’t have the other woman because she had hurt her so badly, and it was entirely strange in the best way to simply feel her heart swell with love and happiness when she looked over at the brunette, once more. Setting her glass down on the counter to be retrieved later, the blonde made her way over to the singer and moved to sit behind her, allowing her to wrap her arms around Rachel’s small frame and kiss along her shoulder.
A really romantic night || Quory
Rory was excited for tonight, he would take Quinn on a very romantic place, he had an apartment that he didn’t use but it had a beautiful garden on the roof, he had worked in the garden for a long time, he gave the name of Quinn to that garden, he intended to take her to this garden and make a picnic with her, the moon was beautiful, and the sky full of stars, this building was really loud, and when was on the roof you could see the entire moon, was very beautiful, Rory was with a little cold, but he didn’t say that to Quinn because he didn’t want to spoil the evening. Rory left the hospital and went home, he went into the house and called Quinn’s name “Quinn! Honey! Are ya here?” he asked and waited for her answer.
Train Rides To Somewhere New
When enough time had passed for Quinn to know Rachel was on her way in the taxi, the blonde got up from her table in the corner of the library and began to make her way through – armed with her cellphone, just in case Rachel needed directions, and the money that she would need to pay for the singer’s cab over to the library. Her eyes darted around her as she walked, wondering just how many books she could read in the time it took her to make her way through her schooling, and ended up smiling at the thought. Just being there made her happy, and though she almost wanted to go party and get to know her new friends better, she knew it was better for her sanity if she just didn’t get into the alcohol. She stopped at the vending machines and ended up buying two questionable looking blueberry muffins for the sake of it and then made her way out to the front steps to watch for Rachel’s taxi, smiling all the while to herself as she tried to contain the odd feeling of excitement over seeing her high school friend.
So, I see a few familiar faces.
I think I’ve talked to almost all of you before, but if not, hi. I’m Quinn Fabray, WHMS royalty. I assume most of you are taking finals just now, too bad that I finished my first year at Yale last week. Or I could’ve shared your pain. But long story short, someone fill me in on the gossip I have missed out on.
Back to Haven
Puck felt like the train ride was going to take forever. It was the same feeling he’s been having ever since Quinn left his place after their fight/make up whatever you’d call it, and he didn’t like how the whole thing was going down. He had a tendency to fall in love pretty fast since he admitted it to her the first time, whether that be to much older women or real ugly women - but it all ended up the same, getting his ass dumped.
He had to try and be careful this time, especially with her and their complicated past. They were both going out on a limb here to date again - differently this time (As if the first wasn’t different enough).
He sends her a text indicating that he’s on the train and will be up in half an hour give or take the conditions of the track, and it leaves him sitting there playing around on his cell to keep occupied on the remainder of his journey to New Haven.
I'm going to copy everyone else and ask you to send me things.
fenixfabray.tumblr.comBecause I just really need to occupy my mind right now.
