girls literally do not ever go to the bathroom alone
Who: morbidbubbles and fabraymazing
What: Tina standing up for herself and her man~
Where: Girl's bathroom
When: The Monday proceeding Quinn's first Glee club.
Rating: PG?
Fraternizing with Brittany and Santana in the girls' room was something that came with the territory of being in a group like the Cheerios; everyone had to look friendly all the time. Like they were all a united front. But because, technically, no one really told anyone else anything personal about themselves, this forced conversation could only lead to one thing: insulting the losers. Nothing brings two people together like hating another person, right?
With Jacob Ben Israel old (and actually really apathetic) news, the girls were forced to find other targets for their useless banter. Rachel Berry was of course a topic of discussion, her "hideous clothes" and "delusional superiority" already brought into question, but even that grew old. The girls had to set their sights elsewhere: the rest of the glee club.
Standing in front of three respective sinks, grooming themselves, the threesome rattled back and forth about students with ease, like a ping pong tournament of bitchiness. delightful giggles erupting intermittently from them as they worked. It was something Quinn had grown to be really, really good at.
Until mention of Artie and Tina.
Quinn cleared her throat awkwardly when it became her turn to speak, having a hard time finding it in her to be cruel about the boy she used to be friends with. No one, of course, knew that Quinn and Artie had all but grown up together - going to each other's houses after school, sharing glue sticks and lunch snacks in class - before his accident. Since, they'd been at ends; Quinn grew to be popular, and Artie fell further into social obscurity. This was something Quinn took as a fact of life, an inevitability, but not something she really liked to think about.
"And what about his awful sweaters?" She offered meekly, eyes still trained on the mirror although she was doing nothing but holding a tube of mascara in her hand. Santana scoffed before erupting into laughter, which, of course, made Brittany giggle as they said their goodbyes and headed out the door, pinkies locked.
Quinn stood, eyes fixed still upon her reflection, toying fruitlessly with the idea that maybe things should change.
What: Tina standing up for herself and her man~
Where: Girl's bathroom
When: The Monday proceeding Quinn's first Glee club.
Rating: PG?
Fraternizing with Brittany and Santana in the girls' room was something that came with the territory of being in a group like the Cheerios; everyone had to look friendly all the time. Like they were all a united front. But because, technically, no one really told anyone else anything personal about themselves, this forced conversation could only lead to one thing: insulting the losers. Nothing brings two people together like hating another person, right?
With Jacob Ben Israel old (and actually really apathetic) news, the girls were forced to find other targets for their useless banter. Rachel Berry was of course a topic of discussion, her "hideous clothes" and "delusional superiority" already brought into question, but even that grew old. The girls had to set their sights elsewhere: the rest of the glee club.
Standing in front of three respective sinks, grooming themselves, the threesome rattled back and forth about students with ease, like a ping pong tournament of bitchiness. delightful giggles erupting intermittently from them as they worked. It was something Quinn had grown to be really, really good at.
Until mention of Artie and Tina.
Quinn cleared her throat awkwardly when it became her turn to speak, having a hard time finding it in her to be cruel about the boy she used to be friends with. No one, of course, knew that Quinn and Artie had all but grown up together - going to each other's houses after school, sharing glue sticks and lunch snacks in class - before his accident. Since, they'd been at ends; Quinn grew to be popular, and Artie fell further into social obscurity. This was something Quinn took as a fact of life, an inevitability, but not something she really liked to think about.
"And what about his awful sweaters?" She offered meekly, eyes still trained on the mirror although she was doing nothing but holding a tube of mascara in her hand. Santana scoffed before erupting into laughter, which, of course, made Brittany giggle as they said their goodbyes and headed out the door, pinkies locked.
Quinn stood, eyes fixed still upon her reflection, toying fruitlessly with the idea that maybe things should change.