Love Is Only A Feeling → QUICK
Tagged→ Noah Puckerman, Quinn Fabray
Location→ The Fabray residence
Time Frame→ 3 months ago
Notes→ FLASHBACK! On a day in which Quinn feels particularly bad about herself, she calls up her boyfriend's best friend and thing get a little more carried away than she originally planned...
Author’s Notes→ Like we could resist the opportunity.
QUINN:
Most days Quinn looked in the mirror and could only think to thank the grace of God and her parents' good genetics. Some days Quinn looked in the mirror and simply wished she hadn't. It came and went, but when it did come, it hit her hard. Normally, Quinn could appreciate a hard Cheerios practice. The sweat at the nape of her neck and the achy feeling in her calves always reassured her of a job well done. of calories well-burnt. The sound of Coach Sylvester's harsh voice bursting out of a megaphone usually pushed her to work harder. This time, though, each insult felt like it was aimed straight at her, each mention of "sloppy" or "sluggish" or "mediocre". Her body felt less achy and more shaky and she definitely wasn't the only one who noticed. Quinn was positive she was bloated, was so sure people were eying her abdomen and her thighs, knew that she wasn't imagining things when her mother had given her the smallest serving of scrambled eggs she'd ever seen that morning. She felt like the biggest loser in all of Lima, and her confidence was shaken. She was Quinn Fabray; She couldn't afford to be feeling like that.
It was her sense of duty that led her to dial Noah Puckerman's phone number- Or at least she pretended it was. She wasn't blind, she could see the way he looked at her sometimes. He completely oozed sex appeal, and she was sure someone with as much charm as him could muster up a believable compliment. The best Finn ever called her was 'hot' and 'smoking'. Like that was gonna get her out of her deep hole of self-despair. If her boyfriend's best friend had been anyone else, she wouldn't have ever considered inviting him over, but Quinn knew him well enough to know that it wasn't an offer he'd pass up. She was pretty, smart, and flaunted both her short Cheerios skirt and her celibacy for all to see. Throw in the fact that she was dating his best friend, and she became the one girl he would never have.
Her big house was silent as she calmly waited for him to pick up the phone. Her parents were both at work, and she knew they would remain there until late that night. The rules were no guests over without their permission and definitely no boys without them there at all, so naturally, Quinn frequently hosted her boyfriend at her house alone. She preferred it that way. If Quinn's own techniques at refusing her urges didn't kill the mood, the oil painting of Jesus Christ hanging over her bed usually did the trick. She wasn't so sure it would work too well on Puck, though. He was Jewish. Quinn straightened her posture as she heard the ringing stop, and with as much confidence as she could manage in her downtrodden state, began, "You should come over," before he even had a chance to say hello.
