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"Listen," Quinn says tersely, "I've had this conversation with you, like, a million times. And I'm not doing it. I don't know what kind of girl you think I am, and I'll admit, I've made some choices that are questionable."
She's sitting on the floor of the rec room, trying to be as prim as possible in a hugely oversized sweatshirt and jean shorts just big enough to accommodate the ever-growing bump. Even the pert red ribbon on her ponytail isn't getting her message all the way across now.
"I'm not Rachel, and there's no glee on the island, so you can just-- fuck off," Quinn says irritably. She doesn't swear, not usually, and she knows she shouldn't where the baby can hear. Not like the island isn't lacking in horrible influences anyway, but still. "Do you understand me?"
Clocks strike upon the hour, and the sun begins to fade.
Still enough time to figure out how to chase my blues away.
Quinn looks over her shoulder at the jukebox. "I mean it. You stop that right now."
I've done alright up 'til now,
It's the light of day that shows me how--
and when the night falls, loneliness calls....
Quinn lets out a little shriek. "No, it's not showing me anything--"
But the devil's instrument sings on and she can't help it. God is apparently punishing her anyway, so why not just take a little look around, and when she's sure nobody is there, she belts right out with Whitney:
"Oh, I wanna dance with somebody, I wanna feel the heat with somebody, yeah, I wanna dance with somebody, with somebody who loves me...."
Of course, someone's probably listening anyway.
She's sitting on the floor of the rec room, trying to be as prim as possible in a hugely oversized sweatshirt and jean shorts just big enough to accommodate the ever-growing bump. Even the pert red ribbon on her ponytail isn't getting her message all the way across now.
"I'm not Rachel, and there's no glee on the island, so you can just-- fuck off," Quinn says irritably. She doesn't swear, not usually, and she knows she shouldn't where the baby can hear. Not like the island isn't lacking in horrible influences anyway, but still. "Do you understand me?"
Clocks strike upon the hour, and the sun begins to fade.
Still enough time to figure out how to chase my blues away.
Quinn looks over her shoulder at the jukebox. "I mean it. You stop that right now."
I've done alright up 'til now,
It's the light of day that shows me how--
and when the night falls, loneliness calls....
Quinn lets out a little shriek. "No, it's not showing me anything--"
But the devil's instrument sings on and she can't help it. God is apparently punishing her anyway, so why not just take a little look around, and when she's sure nobody is there, she belts right out with Whitney:
"Oh, I wanna dance with somebody, I wanna feel the heat with somebody, yeah, I wanna dance with somebody, with somebody who loves me...."
Of course, someone's probably listening anyway.