#lyredoubt

Tosses over small bag onto the bed, “That’s from Chocolate F/X. Thought we’d Netflix and sugar binge? ”

“ i happen to think you look stunning, quinn ...” he holds the array of dresses over his arm as he watches quinn emerge from the changing room, sitting on the small ottoman in front of the curtain. “ she’s going to love it. not that you need a fancy dress and a pair of louis vuittons for santana to swallow her words in your presence, but she’s just angry, not blind ”.

“ you... flatter me, sebastian. really, but if i don’t apply to brown like my dad wants me to then my dreams of even going to college are going to be crushed...” his fingers dance on the rim of his to-go cup and he exhales in exasperation. “do you ever feel like our entire lives have just been planned out for us?”

at first she thought it was just a rumor like any other. she had spent the better part of her afternoon bullying sebastian into asking blaine to be his prom date before another boy in the choir beat him to the punch, but when she hears it from rachel berry out of all people (who has been desperately trying to get her attention again and had now succeeded in the worst way possible), who assured her she had seen it with her very eyes, she makes reacquaintance with that very specific kind of anger. she finds quinn in the courtyard, sitting at their usual table, and while she’d usually wear a smile for her, she takes a seat with a solemn look in her eyes.  ❝ is it true? ❞ she’s not exactly being subtle, but she’s past subtlety at the moment.  ❝ is it true that he’s taking you to prom? ❞  

   “ NORMALLY, the whole face, ” He gestures, hand flapping in front of his own and almost smacking him with an incredibly cursed medallion. “WOULD be scary but⁠— kinda already holding the macguffin already, Q. ”

NO, YOU WERE WONDERFUL AND SENT IT TWICE. It’s great <3

i have replied to both because yes.

“… OK, whoever said we should go to separate colleges? Fuck that idea. ”