Quinn Fabray (![]() ![]() @ 2011-01-30 17:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | noah puckerman, quinn fabray |
WHO: Quinn Fabray and Noah Puckerman
WHAT: Romancing.
WHEN: Backdated to Saturday night
WHERE: Quinn's apartment, possibly her room?
RATING: TBA
STATUS: Incomplete
Hanging out with Bella had actually helped her mood considerably the previous night. Out of all of her friends who came here with her, there was no one to really talk about the situation to. They were all attached to it in some way and therefore biased. Not to mention talking to Santana about Puck was a definite no anyway. The girls were on decent terms now, but it had essentially been Puck who got in the middle of their friendship. And Brittany, bless her heart, wasn't really intelligent enough to understand. Considering her last conversation with Finn, that wasn't happening either. So Bella had been a safer bet.
When she woke up that morning, her annoyance headache was even gone. That helped since Puck had invited himself over for later that night. A part of her thought of asking him to bring her ice cream anyway, since Bella hadn't been able to offer any, but considering her ice cream cravings during her pregnancy, she didn't really want to raise too many questions. Surely Puck would know that she hadn't slept with Sam, so that wasn't even a possibility, but still. Better to be safe. Right now things were a little iffy between them anyway. She couldn't gauge how they were really doing until she saw him in person.
Throughout the day, she'd gone for a walk, did a little shopping and looked for a job. Walks had become frequent for her here since she didn't have Cheerios practice to keep her in shape. And shopping had gained her a few more clothes, including the outfit she chose to wear that night--she was well aware that he wanted her in her Cheerios uniform, but what fun would it be to either of them if she just gave in? The job search had come out with a few promises to call but nothing definite. She hoped she would find something soon, though. While Puck had told her he'd buy her things, she wasn't about to expect him to pay for everything. She'd even told him that up front.
As the night drew closer and closer, Quinn took a shower in plenty of time for it to dry naturally so that her blonde hair fell with gentle curls down her back. Combine that with the skirt and sweater she had bought that day, she found herself hoping that he would want to touch, even if he couldn't. Her fight with Rachel still left her with certain insecurities that making things official on a pda network couldn't quite fix. She needed to look sexy to him in order to feel sexy.