𝖌𝖊𝖙 𝖕𝖚𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖉

Okay, I need new music. And a distraction from homework. What’s the one song you’ve had on repeat lately?

crazy train. rip to a legend.

That doesn't surprise me. I wasn't trying to judge; you put it out there. I was just pointing out that we're incompatible because we want different things.

yeah, cuz what you want is lame.

If the shoe fits, Cinderella. I didn't say that, but you implied it by going on about your hook-up record. Well, you don't seem to be the type that wants to be tied down, and I don't casually sleep with people so I don't see how you could be?

i mean, i didn't deny it. haven't you ever heard you're not supposed to judge a book by its cover? i don't. i treat all books the same - i don't read them.

Right, of course. I didn't mean it like that, it's just I'm not a casual hook-up person, and you obviously are. I'm not going to let anyone in my pants unless they're into me.

"obviously"? are you calling me a slut? and what makes you think i'm not into you?

Was this the way they were always destined to be? In a constant tug of war. Fighting over a past they couldn't change? Quinn could feel herself breaking, but refused to give him any satisfaction. "And how exactly am I supposed to talk to you? You say one thing and the next you're bringing someone else to bed." She said it as a fact, they both knew it was true. One minute they're baby sitting other children together and the next she finds out he's hooking up with her best friend. Somehow that's always forgotten, and she's expected to be open and forthcoming when she already finds it hard to let people in. "Yeah, sure." She nodded in agreement, refusing to.let her facade fall for even a moment. "I never cared. Why would I? You're a Lima loser and you're always going to be a Lima loser." Harsh. She knew it would hurt him, but he was hurting her too. And in the face of that, Quinn was never big enough to walk away. She lashed out.

"oh, i'm sorry." the scoff that follows makes it very clear that he is not, in fact, sorry for his actions - not these specific ones, at least. "i was supposed to, what, become a goddamn nun, twiddling my thumbs and waiting around for some chick who doesn't even want me?" considering she'd been carrying his baby, well... maybe it wouldn't have been too much to ask of him, at least while she'd been pregnant, but that was sort of the thing, wasn't it? - she hadn't asked. he was never going to be more than a mistake to her, and it was better if he got that through his head now, than letting the what-ifs continue to haunt him.

The word 'sorry' slipped out of Puck's mouth, and Finn didn’t even know what he meant. Sure, maybe it was because they’d collided. It was the natural thing to say, right? But something about it felt heavier, like it wasn’t just about that moment. What was he really apologizing for? The bump in the middle of the campus, or everything else? Finn stood still for a second, like his brain needed a moment to process that the voice he’d heard was actually real. He blinked once, then again, just to make sure he wasn’t imagining it. “Yeah,” he said after a beat, his eyes not quite meeting Puck’s. “You should be.” What exactly Puck meant by sorry didn’t matter anymore. Finn decided that word could cover both things: the collision and everything that had happened before. His voice didn’t sound angry, or even sad. Just… tired. Worn down by a weight he’d been carrying since the whole mess exploded. Since he found out the truth. About Quinn. About Puck. About how everyone else probably knew long before he did. He exhaled slowly and looked down at his hands, like he wasn’t sure what to do with them. It was easier than looking at the guy who used to be his best friend. The guy who had once felt like a brother. Who knew if time would ever really fix that kind of hurt? It had already been months, and the betrayal still clung to him. Was that feeling ever going to fade? He thought about just letting the moment pass, about turning around and walking away. But then, before he even realized it, he was already speaking. “You ever think about how fast everything changes?” His voice was low, almost distant. “One day your girlfriend tells you she’s pregnant, and you’re terrified, but you decide to step up, because it’s supposed to be your job, right?” His eyes lifted, staring somewhere past the buildings, up into the sky. “And then, the next second, everything flips. You find out you’ve been lied to. By the two people you trusted most.” Finally, his eyes landed on Puck. And for once, Finn’s expression didn’t show anger or sadness. Just silence. Just quiet.

finn's words are a little harsh, sure, but, honestly? anything that's not a fist hitting his nose is kinder than he deserves. besides- he's not wrong. he should be sorry - and he is. he's a guy who's made a lot of mistakes in his life, time and time again, but none of the others had even come close to the fallout that this one had lead to, even if it had started just the same. a result of not thinking about anything - or anyone - besides what sounded fun, in that moment. that kind of thinking had gotten him into trouble plenty of times, but this was one he'd carry with him for the rest of his life.

because i like what i like, and you can steal puck - but i feel like its gonna bite you in the ass one day.

a pencil's a pencil, dude. my shit handwriting looks the same with all of them.

I question your sanity. In what world would I give you anything other than fashion sdvice? No. Obviously. Try budgeting like all the other losers on campus. Don't you have a pool cleaning business you're supposedly earning money from? Wouldn't you have been booked for the summer?

okay, what's going on? did you chicks all get together and plan this to get back at me for some reason? what's with all the ragging on how i dress lately? they're just normal dude clothes. sorry i'm not kurt or whatever, but that's not my vibe, and i don't have the budget for it anyway.

Quinn: No, Puck. Because you always lash out and throw things back at me.

Oh, well hearing that just kick-started my libido. Sorry, but I don't just hook up with anyone. I prefer there to be something there, which you've made clear you are not about. Wait. Quinn? As in Quinn Fabray? The Quinn Fabray?? Dude, at least own up to it.

yeah? you know where to find me. well, good thing i'm not just anyone then, huh?

Jesse: You're an odd human being.

Just overheard a girl in my lecture say she’s “not like other girls” because she doesn’t wear makeup. Babe, you’re not like other girls because other girls have taste. This is college, not the pick me girl Olympics. Anyway, I showed up late, looked better than everyone, and still managed to make the TA nervous. Honestly? If you’re not causing at least one minor identity crisis per week, what are you even doing here? @encorehqsstarters

haha damn that's crazy

Because I don't want to chance getting knocked up? Sure.

it's not like it's guaranteed. percentage-wise, there's been wayyyyyyy more chicks who haven't gotten knocked up than those who have, js. i mean, if you think about it, it's more like that quinn's got super strong eggs or whatever. basically not even my fault, really.