Text @ Quinn
- Rachel: No. I don't...want Blaine to ask questions. I don't want to see anyone.
- Rachel: I don't....
- Rachel: I have to think of a plan. I have to fix this.
- Quinn: Okay. But... I think we need to talk.
- Quinn: I'll be home in 5.
Text @ Quinn
- Rachel: They probably haven't noticed. I say this seriously. However, thinking about it, Kurt has probably talked to Blaine. Which means he's talked to my fathers. Which probably means they've seen my room.
- Rachel: I'm sure there's many discussions occurring on my behalf. They should be aware.
- Rachel: But I haven't...talked to anyone, no.
- Quinn: Do you want me to.. Idk.. say something to anyone for you?
- Quinn: Just so they know you're okay?
Text @ Quinn
- Rachel: Yes, I know. Because they'll be clean. :D
- Rachel: I've...probably left them in a bit of a pickle. Blaine will give him my notes. I'm certain it will sort itself out.
- Quinn: ...Does your family know you're not dead at least?
- Quinn: I'm not going to tell you what to do but... three days is... a long time.
- Quinn: Judes would be calling the national guard or some crazy shit.
Text @ Quinn
- Rachel: I cleaned it. Which meant...I moved a large majority of your room (your clothes) into a hamper. And vacuumed. And maybe folded your clothes. And you do know that you have a *closet*, right?
- Rachel: I didn't touch any of your art supplies because I didn't know what you were going to claim as an artistic experiment and what was actually a mess.
- Quinn: I'm not going to be able to find any of my clothes... :|
- Quinn: Picking up Lizzie right now then I'll be back.
- Quinn: Kurt asked me if I'd seen you today... He seemed kind of panicky.
- Quinn: I didn't tell though.
Text @ Quinn
- Rachel: I know you probably don't have your phone...
- Rachel: But don't be mad.
- Rachel: I might have been...really bored...so I entirely re-organized your room. As in, I cleaned it. I might have also cleaned the kitchen. And labelled all of Judy's spices with removable labels. And made her lunch and literally ran it to her.
- Rachel: I think I'm going stir-crazy and it's only been one day.
- Quinn: ...You rearranged my room?
Call @ Quinn
- Rachel: *Sound of the car starting and a quick influx of music before it's turned down* I'd like that. I can't really say whether or not it compared because, well...my only beach experience. *laughs* It was cold but...nice. Very, very nice. What's the beach from your hometown like?
- Quinn: There are cliffs, and they're like... the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I dunno if I can describe them properly. It's really, really gorgeous.
Call @ Quinn
- Rachel: A little.
- Quinn: Soooo we'll stay on the phone. *pause* I'm glad you liked the beach, but the one where I'm from... no contest. It's awesome. *Another short pause* Maybe I'll have to take you sometime.
painty hands.
I'm Quinn. You can call me Q. Or... 'Hey asshole, stop dripping paint all over my rug!' That's what my mom calls me most of the time anyway.I paint. I sculpt. I read. I smoke. I drink. I collect vinyl. I love to people watch. I curse like a sailor. And I've been told I have the most lame sense of humor on planet earth. I love the original Twilight Zone and catching episodes of The X-Files at 3 a.m. I watch David Lynch movies because there's never just one way (or ten even) to explain what I just watched. I find pure bursting happiness in Tegan Quin's lyrics. I'm shamelessly addicted to Red Bull and Starburst. I have a mad crush on Zooey Deschanel, and I moonlight as Banksy in my spare time.I'm new to this neck of Bumfuck, Ohio. I'm hoping to find something idyllic and Rockwellian here. (We'll just ignore that I find Rockwell's work a bit creepy.) Who says small cow-towns can't be inspiring?PS - My best friend is a French Bulldog named Picasso. Pretty sure he's the only guy I'll ever need.
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