Room 317 [morning]
So, Puck was asleep. That wasn't all that unusual: athletics aside, he was sort of lazy by nature, and Saturday mornings usually turned into Saturday afternoons before he was up. And Puck was curled around a girl, in a bed he hadn't slept in before -- and really, that wasn't all that unusual, either.
What was unusual was the fact that it was Quinn he was with, and even if he wasn't awake and conscious of it yet, that meant something. Something important. Something that would probably warrant Talking About Things.
It would be highly serendipitous if something happened this weekend to distract them from that fact, wouldn't it? Just saying.
[for a couple of young ladies, one of whom is much younger than the other. :D]
What was unusual was the fact that it was Quinn he was with, and even if he wasn't awake and conscious of it yet, that meant something. Something important. Something that would probably warrant Talking About Things.
It would be highly serendipitous if something happened this weekend to distract them from that fact, wouldn't it? Just saying.
[for a couple of young ladies, one of whom is much younger than the other. :D]