dipandnunchucks:

What, why? You can’t.

I can.

dipandnunchucks:

I’m alive so I guess okay. Getting ready for school mostly now a days. What’s new with you?

I’m moving.

dipandnunchucks:

So uh, how have you been?

I’ve been okay, you?

dipandnunchucks:

Nevermind. That went over your head.

Right.

dipandnunchucks:

It’s creepy. Cool, but creepy. Wait, why don’t have a sixth sense?

What?

dipandnunchucks:

toxic-asset liked your post: Do you think Quinn will talk to you this year?

Do you always pop up when someone talks about you? x]

Pretty much. It’s a sixth sense.

@Quinn

mylittleberry:

Rachel was a little taken aback by Quinn openly cussing. It wasn’t that she’d never heard the girl swear before, but she always seemed so wholesome to Rachel. She had always been the sweet, Jesus-loving, cheerio. But that girl was long gone. Rachel was trying to figure out this new Quinn, but she hadn’t quite done so yet. She had no idea why Quinn had suddenly gone for a new change in her attire and attitude, but whatever the reason, it couldn’t be good. 

Rachel frowned when Quinn announced she was leaving on Wednesday. That was so soon! Would she have even told anyone if Rachel hadn’t approached her today? It was sad to think about, Quinn dealing with all of this on her own. The glee club hadn’t really spoken much over the summer, and Rachel was now regretting that. Maybe if she had known sooner, she could have prevented Quinn from moving. Or maybe she could still do so now…

“It’s not like I really have a choice. I’m leaving, and that’s that.” Rachel shook her head. “But you do have a choice, Quinn! You don’t have to leave. You can…” Rachel racked her brain for a solution. She had to figure out something so Quinn could stay. But what could she possibly do to help? A few moments passed before Rachel finally figured out a plausible solution. “Come stay with me!” She smiled excitedly before continuing. “I know it isn’t your first choice, but ever since my psychiatrist moved out we’ve had a spare room and my dads wouldn’t mind at all given your circumstances with moving.” Rachel’s voice changed to a more gentle, and slightly embarrassed, tone as she spoke the next few words. She didn’t know if Quinn would agree to stay or laugh in her face at the idea, but she was really hoping it wasn’t the latter. “What do you say? Maybe just try it out and see if you like it?”

To say that the fact that Rachel had just so blatantly offered up her house to Quinn was a shock would be the understatement of the year. Sure, Rachel had always been giving, if not the most understanding person in all of Glee Club, but this was Quinn they were talking about, and no matter how much they decided to put in the past, this was a big step. A huge step. This wasn’t like telling someone they could stay for the weekend because there parents were going to be gone for a couple nights. No, this was like telling someone they could stay with you for a while, until they could get back on their feet. 

Quinn’s throat clenched together, and she bit down on her tongue to hold back the tears she knew were soon to follow this meeting. Her life, despite her best efforts to pick it back up time and time again, was shit. Every time she found herself letting someone in, she’d find some reason to push them right back away again. Every time she’d start to let her guard down, she was fucked over. And every time she had found herself starting to get comfortable somewhere, she was expected to just pick it up and move it somewhere else.

‘I know it isn’t your first choice, but ever since my psychiatrist moved out we’ve had a spare room.’ Those were definitely the last words Quinn had ever expected to hear leave Rachel’s mouth, but she’d be lying if she said it didn’t give her a glimmer of hope. “I don’t know…” She began, letting her eyes drift up towards the ceiling, confusion evident on her face. “I wouldn’t want to do that to you, and your family.” She announced, her fingers playing with the bottom hem of her own shirt. “That’s too much, Berry. And while I appreciate it, I couldn’t.”

dipandnunchucks:

[text] I uh. I miss you okay. :/ but whatever if you don’t want me to.

[text] You can, but only for a little while. I’ve got to get things together.