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Like everyone doesn't know that just down the hall, Mr. Shuester is making some choices that could be considered poor but brave with the doe-eyed guidance counselor.
Quinn Fabray knows a lot about poor choices, and if anyone's counting, the entire glee club itself is an exercise in poor but brave choices. She might have liked to keep her opinion of Mr. Shue firmly on the ground, but it turns out he's a great guy. A great guy who makes poor choices in his love life, just like her (but to be honest, Quinn thinks giving in to Puck is way less of a crime than marrying crazyass Terri), and poor choices about his hair product, which is nothing like her (that his product-laden curls need some serious help is the only thing Coach Sylvester is right about). She might have really felt good about giving her baby to him, except for the sociopathic wife thing.
So if he wants to play tonsil hockey with the redhead, Quinn is just going to lean against the door so she's blocking the window and hope nobody sees him, for the love of God. He is still married. Plus, her back kind of hurts today, and she's not exactly a favorite in the room right now. Finn still won't look at her, and Puck won't stop looking at her, but with these puppydog eyes that don't have much effect on her without being paired with wine coolers, and maybe she didn't slap Rachel's nose right off her face, but there's still some weary tension there.
She stays there, cheering up when Santana and Brittany come to fuss over her, but ultimately, she needs to leave first. Some of her things are still at Finn's house, and she needs to move them into her car. Thank God for small favors, but her dad is still so pissed that he's letting her keep the car rather than have to see or think about her if he reports it as stolen. After that, she's got no idea where to go; sleepovers at Santana's can't be a forever thing, and Brittany would spill her secret on the first night.
Quinn's problem is solved for her when she shoulders her purse, kisses her girls goodbye, and walks out of the practice room, taking the back hallway to a scenic tropical beach.
Her purse hits the sand.
"Oh. My. God."
It's like she's walked into a screensaver or something. The sky is so blue it hurts, and the sand is sprinkled with seashells and hermit crabs and birds with skinny legs, and there's the ocean, just going out to everywhere, bigger than anything she's ever seen before. Quinn turns around and there's some kind of jungle or rain forest, just as picture perfect as the beach. Like it's punctuating her shock, a parrot suddenly bursts through the canopy of trees and flies inland as a blur of color.
Quinn doesn't have any other words.
"Oh my God."
Quinn Fabray knows a lot about poor choices, and if anyone's counting, the entire glee club itself is an exercise in poor but brave choices. She might have liked to keep her opinion of Mr. Shue firmly on the ground, but it turns out he's a great guy. A great guy who makes poor choices in his love life, just like her (but to be honest, Quinn thinks giving in to Puck is way less of a crime than marrying crazyass Terri), and poor choices about his hair product, which is nothing like her (that his product-laden curls need some serious help is the only thing Coach Sylvester is right about). She might have really felt good about giving her baby to him, except for the sociopathic wife thing.
So if he wants to play tonsil hockey with the redhead, Quinn is just going to lean against the door so she's blocking the window and hope nobody sees him, for the love of God. He is still married. Plus, her back kind of hurts today, and she's not exactly a favorite in the room right now. Finn still won't look at her, and Puck won't stop looking at her, but with these puppydog eyes that don't have much effect on her without being paired with wine coolers, and maybe she didn't slap Rachel's nose right off her face, but there's still some weary tension there.
She stays there, cheering up when Santana and Brittany come to fuss over her, but ultimately, she needs to leave first. Some of her things are still at Finn's house, and she needs to move them into her car. Thank God for small favors, but her dad is still so pissed that he's letting her keep the car rather than have to see or think about her if he reports it as stolen. After that, she's got no idea where to go; sleepovers at Santana's can't be a forever thing, and Brittany would spill her secret on the first night.
Quinn's problem is solved for her when she shoulders her purse, kisses her girls goodbye, and walks out of the practice room, taking the back hallway to a scenic tropical beach.
Her purse hits the sand.
"Oh. My. God."
It's like she's walked into a screensaver or something. The sky is so blue it hurts, and the sand is sprinkled with seashells and hermit crabs and birds with skinny legs, and there's the ocean, just going out to everywhere, bigger than anything she's ever seen before. Quinn turns around and there's some kind of jungle or rain forest, just as picture perfect as the beach. Like it's punctuating her shock, a parrot suddenly bursts through the canopy of trees and flies inland as a blur of color.
Quinn doesn't have any other words.
"Oh my God."