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[quinnthequeen]

[Quinn walks through the door, fresh from her trip home. Her arms are crossed and she's a bit huffy]

Like I can seriously help getting fat? And it's so his fault.

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[bitofaneurosis]

Who called you fat...? There's a difference between fat and pregnant.

[quinnthequeen]

Puck said I should probably stop getting fat. And I was like, hey, guess what, I'm pregnant. And you know what he seriously said? 'And that's my fault?'

Uh, duh.

[bitofaneurosis]

That's... [ Looks mildly horrified. XD ]

If there is 'fault', it certainly is a good part his.

[quinnthequeen]

I know, right?

Ugh-- sometimes I just-- why am I kind of dating him, again? Last time I checked, I wanted to be alone.

[perving]

Seriously? Hell no, not my fault. Not totally.

[quinnthequeen]

It's like, fifty percent your fault, for your information! Actually... probably like seventy five percent your fault, cause you got me drunk.

[perving]

No, I'll take fifty, because you totally chose to take the drink. [ Give him a second, though, he's trying to think of a way to put it so that he doesn't sound like a total girl ]

[perving]

You are pretty hot when you're pregnant, though. And not constantly wearing Cheerio colours or having your hair up in that tight ass ponytail.