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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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[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.

[quinnthequeen]

Sixty percent your fault. Because I wanted it.

[sighs] I like it better without all that stuff anyway. But my uniform never bothered you before.

[perving]

Fine, whatever. Sixty percent.

[ He'll cross his arms ] Your uniform doesn't bother me now, either. Who wouldn't want to bone a hot cheerleader? [ Ugh, bad choice of words ] ...point is that I think you're pretty either way, alright?

[quinnthequeen]

Okay. Just... don't say stuff like that anymore. [you make Quinn sad, Puck D:]

[perving]

[ Don't be sad, Quinn, it makes him feel bad! He reaches up to touch her shoulder ] You gotta tell me this stuff, alright? You know that I kinda suck at all of this.

[ Meaning yes, he knows that he's a dumb boy and needs help with it. ]

[quinnthequeen]

Kinda? [but now she'll crack a tiny smile]

[perving]

[ Yay, smiling. He counts this as a success. ] Yeah, kinda.

[quinnthequeen]

More than kinda.

[perving]

Just means you need to spend more time helping me out.

[quinnthequeen]

I have a feeling you mean that in a pervy way, somehow.

[perving]

I didn't, but hey, if you're willing. [ It's... hard to tell if he's kidding or not ]

[quinnthequeen]

[that is not going to get him a smile. it's going to earn him one very pissed off looking sort of girlfriend because the show left it vague and confusing] You're so disgusting! Not only is that like, completely inappropriate and how we got into this mess in the first place, but-- you already think I'm fat enough as it is! Like I'm actually going to make it worse?

[perving]

Woah, Quinn, chill out! It was a joke. I mean a guy has needs, but- But I'm trying, alright? And I'm s- [ Oh, let's try that again, Puck. You are quite capable of saying it. ] I'm sorry about the fat thing. I know I fucked up.