the monster mash
Who: Everyone!
What: Halloween Dance~
Where: McKinley High's...gym?
When: Saturday
Rating: With this group? Who knows!
Quinn had never really been a fan of Halloween - even as a child, she never saw the point. She never went trick or treating, never went to parties, and was never interested in scary movies. She spent her Halloweens either handing out ( Read more... )
What: Halloween Dance~
Where: McKinley High's...gym?
When: Saturday
Rating: With this group? Who knows!
Quinn had never really been a fan of Halloween - even as a child, she never saw the point. She never went trick or treating, never went to parties, and was never interested in scary movies. She spent her Halloweens either handing out ( Read more... )
Her eyes glanced at the scene winding down to her left, one that had probably called to her gossip nature as there were loud words and a small, staring crowd involved. Ferrari? What is that girl doin'? Who was she---OH. Mercedes's attention completely turned to the wings of the taller figure next to her with a small glare. Quinn Fabray, pretty little Angel of Death. Seems fate wanted her to get this over with sooner rather than later. Mercedes could make no qualms against fate. Her throat cleared softly before she spoke up, "Hey, Quinn? Mind of we have a little straight up chit chat?"
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She wasn't surprised to see Mercedes approach her - she half expected it, actually. Quinn rolled her shoulders back in response, her arms instantly crossing over her chest defensively as she eyed the girl.
"What?" She said, residual harshness filling her tone. She pursed her lips and swallowed, trying again. "What do you want?"
Not any better. Mercedes would have to deal.
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Her hand quickly snapped her fan back into one piece in her hand before her words flowed with the confidence of the character she decided to emulate this year. Mama Morton, help me be the real countess of the clink.
"What I want, Quinn, is for you and your little pack of Wheaties to step off Kurt okay? He didn't do anything wrong and it's dumb for y'all to be giving him hell for it. God don't like ugly girl. For real." Mercedes' hip jutted out for effect as her hand easily rested on it.
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"No, no, I think you're missing me completely. What you and your "team" do is my business," She paused a bit as she allowed her self to swallow the select words she wished to spew about a team of Stepford Wives in training. "It is certainly my business when y'all are being out right wolves in sheep's skin with my boy. Especially when you mess with my boy because of who he is. And I will bother you a helluva lot more until you get that point." The girl was slightly thrown Quinn hadn't snapped her fingers and called for her Wolf pack yet but she didn't let that get to her. Mercedes Jones had a purpose and she was sticking to it.
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She didn't blink as she started speaking with conviction. "My issue with your 'boy' lays completely in his feeling like it's alright to throw himself at young boys such as Sam. I don't care whether or not he chooses to live his life in sin, but I do care when he tries to bring innocent people down with him," Quinn squinted at the girl severely. "And I have no problem with telling you, your boy, or anyone else that point."
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"Of course I'm talking about Kurt, I know you aren't completely blonde slow up there angel," She quipped with sarcasm.
One hand unwound itself from her arms and pointed a finger up at the Cheerio as Mercedes could feel her mama bear instincts flare. "You should have a problem with it. Maybe you saw what your high horsed mind thought you did Fabray, but it doesn't mean you were right. Jumping to conclusions doesn't make you a protector it makes you look idiotic. And like a crazy bible thumper which gives the rest of us church folk a terrible name, thanks for that. If Sam had an issue with anything he and Kurt did, let him be a big boy and speak for himself." A glare settled along Mercedes' face as she harshly hissed the end of her words. "Another thing, Kurt doesn't throw himself at people like your Cheerios do, okay? And sinning? Really? Love is more than fine in God's eyes Quinn, biggotry? Not so much. You should go read 'My Little Bible' again. Expand your mind."
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"You and I both know that no one is brave enough to take Kurt on, because if he doesn't tear them apart with his attitude, he drags them down into the black hole of misery that is his life. And Sam is too freaking kind to ever be rude to anyone," Quinn's eyes drifted over to Finn momentarily before she focused back on the girl in front of her. "And speaking of church folk, don't question my allegiance to the Lord based on your inadequacy. If a man also lie with mankind, as he lieth with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination."
Quinn's eyes bore into the girl as she looked down to her, the severity of her gaze hopefully masking the uncertainty the girl felt every time she delivered a bible verse she wasn't sure she really believed could be true with a fervent belief. But no one - not even Finn - could ever know that.
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Her dark eyes glared back into hazel as her shoulders rolled back in an attempt to make herself slightly taller.
"If I'm not supposed to question your allegiance to the Lord, which I view as one built totally upon fear of change, don't question what I know. I know Kurt is a great guy who can be slightly high matainenance with a huge heart and more jaded wisdom than someone his age should have thanks to stunts you and your Cheerios put him through. And maybe Sam's kinder than you give him credit for too." Mercedes adjusted her arms and placed her hands on her hips in her typical defiant diva stance. "Speaking of rude? That verse drips with it and you know it. Above all, let your love for one another be intense, because love covers a multitude of sins. Maybe you should get a better view of love and understanding Cheerio because if you think God just damns people left and right, your cheese has seriously slipped off your cracker."
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Quinn eyed the girl with a judging gaze as she watched her posture shift.
"He sets himself up for the things he goes through, Jones. Anyone who dresses and acts the way he does doesn't just do it for fun, they do it because they know what they're going to get from it - attention. And Sam is nice. Far too nice to ever be rude to Kurt, even though he took advantage of him." Of course, Quinn couldn't really be sure of that fact - she hadn't seen the kiss in it's entirety - but she had seen a kiss. A kiss full of sin. "Rude or not, it's the truth. Do not lie with a man as one lies with a woman; that is detestable. If Kurt has the chance to repent, and he should take it."
Although Quinn wasn't really sure what it was he was repenting for.
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"I get you're being you and doing what you, weirdly, think is right but who says Sam didn't want the kiss? They were both drunk, you seem to be forgetting that tiny tid-bit. This whole thing is being blown out of proportion because of your own insecurities with things." Her fan flicked open and she fanned herself. This whole situation was agrivating. She was spending most of her time bitch-festing with the most hard headed blonde in the world, Kurt hadn't seemed completely confident when they'd arrived and she was starting to get hungry. Crap.
This was going nowhere and Mercedes knew it. But it was making some mark hopefully, at the very least, this showed Fabray that the bottom of the social ladder wasn't totally afraid of her when it came to each other. Slushies, jeering or social ignorance aside, that counted for something when you weren't popular. Sticking together was all they had. "Look, you aren't going to budge on this and neither am I. Back off Kurt for being a guy at a party. He has nothing to repent for and if he had the chance to repent and be all perfect like you? I doubt he'd like all the wrinkles from the constant uptight feelings. Why don't you not be the total stereo typical pain about this and baffle the world."
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Quinn pursed her lips at the girl's (completely accurate) appraisal. "My insecurities? I don't appreciate that your social standing makes you feel like you need to drag people like me down into the stupid, pitiful world the rest of you live in," Quinn gained strength in her blatant lies, bringing her hands to rest on her hips. "This isn't based on anything but fact. And I am here to represent that. So are all the Christ Crusaders."
Quinn could tell that Mercedes had grown tired with their argument, which made her feel victorious (though she wasn't, and it was undeserved) momentarily. But as she watched as the girl rolled her eyes and sashayed off, she was suddenly overwhelmed with the fact that she hadn't really come out on top - she was supposed to feel superior, but she didn't. Her hands fell to her sides and she balled them into fists, stomping her foot.
"I do not have wrinkles!" She cried after the girl. A few people shot her a startled look, and she instantly glared at them. "Problem?"
[ooc: I hope it's alright that I ended things, I felt like they went as far as they could go. Lemme know if it's not and I can edit. :D]
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