i liked you better as a warbler
i liked you better as a warbler - Quinn, Blaine; G
"What the hell are you wearing?"
He turns around to see Quinn Fabray behind him, pink hair held back strategically with little clips, wearing a loose t-shirt, sleeves and bottom cut off to reveal her arms and midriff, short black skirt snug around her hips, holey fishnets on her legs, and boots on her feet.
His eyes return to her face after his inspection of her. "Think I could ask you the same question."
She smirks and shakes her head, and he shrugs, grinning as he fingers the bowtie around his neck.
"This is me. This is what I like."
She gives him a pointed look, as if to say, well, that's my answer too, and he stares at her a moment.
"Is this who you really are though?"
She sneers, crossing her arms over chest. "You don't know who I am." She pauses, and then adds quietly, "Nobody does."
Including you, he wants to say, but holds back.
She looks at him a moment longer, and then shakes her head again. "See you around, Blaine Warbler."
"It's Anderson," he says, and she smiles despite herself, ducking her head so he can't see.
"Whatever."
She turns to leave, and she's halfway down the hall when he calls after her, "I liked you better as a blonde."
"I liked you better as a Warbler," she calls back, without looking around.
He laughs quietly as he turns back to his locker.
Life is full of mysteries, enigmas, riddles, and curiosities.
Quinn Fabray is one that he definitely wants to figure out.
"What the hell are you wearing?"
He turns around to see Quinn Fabray behind him, pink hair held back strategically with little clips, wearing a loose t-shirt, sleeves and bottom cut off to reveal her arms and midriff, short black skirt snug around her hips, holey fishnets on her legs, and boots on her feet.
His eyes return to her face after his inspection of her. "Think I could ask you the same question."
She smirks and shakes her head, and he shrugs, grinning as he fingers the bowtie around his neck.
"This is me. This is what I like."
She gives him a pointed look, as if to say, well, that's my answer too, and he stares at her a moment.
"Is this who you really are though?"
She sneers, crossing her arms over chest. "You don't know who I am." She pauses, and then adds quietly, "Nobody does."
Including you, he wants to say, but holds back.
She looks at him a moment longer, and then shakes her head again. "See you around, Blaine Warbler."
"It's Anderson," he says, and she smiles despite herself, ducking her head so he can't see.
"Whatever."
She turns to leave, and she's halfway down the hall when he calls after her, "I liked you better as a blonde."
"I liked you better as a Warbler," she calls back, without looking around.
He laughs quietly as he turns back to his locker.
Life is full of mysteries, enigmas, riddles, and curiosities.
Quinn Fabray is one that he definitely wants to figure out.