Quinn Fabray

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It’s totally not her fault. The boy selection at McKinley didn’t leave much room for sIavering. The All-American stud of the hallways was Finn Hudson, for Christ’s sake. (Ignoring the fact no amount of envisioning Di Caprio ever worked. Ever. Don't knock her for trying! The Bible doesn't say anything about piIIows.) Anyways, the point is, hanging off of you and your entirely-too-gorgeous arms is all the ammunition she needs, because if Quinn Fabray was going Iesbo, she sure as hell was gonna do it well. She’d never let Santana show her up in anything, after all. Whatever. Tonight's the night, and all. “Baby,” Her patented Quinn Fabray eyebrow raise is locked-and-loaded. "I need you to be on your worst behaviour, tonight." Family dinner with the Fabray's. In which, she'd introduce her loving parents to her loving girIfriend. Ok. It’s not a secret that this whole thing was one, screaming, fuck you to her father; for a lot of things. For being a raging control-freak. For kicking her to the curb as if she hadn’t spent the entirety of her life as his perfect little girl. But, it's not like the whole thing isn't mutually beneficial. You're like, the female Puck. Any girls' name uttered next to yours in any vicinity has usually been pIowed thriceover. (Excuse her bitchiness. She's been on break for nine months). What do they call that? Symbiotic. She would’ve learned that in bio, if she wasn’t busy being, you know, living out of Mercedes' couch, nursing the loss of her popularity, eleven lines, and parents. So, yeah, this relationship is completely faux, with the sole intention of giving her parents' the shock of their lives. That flutter in her stomach whenever she sees you? Nothing. She's just such an impeccable actress, she's starting to fool herself.

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