wanting was enough

I never said it, but I know that I I bury baggage 'til it's out of sight

get to know LUCY QUINN FABRAY

* 23 years old, February 1st. * English, creative writing and latin. * Second year at William McKinley University. * From Lima, Ohio.

Quinn let out a sigh and finally gave up. It seemed pointless to keep up the pretense of lying to the other blonde. She turned her whole body, accompanying the gesture with an eye roll - more out of habit than anything else. Even though Brittany was questioning her, she didn't feel annoyed. "Uh, yeah," she said.

I could do two top 5s: my favorites and TV shows I think are the greatest of all time. I'll make a mix for you, though, anon.

In no particular order:

Fleabag

Buffy

Seinfeld

Friends

Breaking Bad

I got into this one TV show called Severance a few days ago, and I've been obsessed; I sense this will be on my top 5 once I finish it.

High school me probably would answer this differently, as I was a little bit more… assertive. As of now, I'm not really in a hurry to find someone. I mean, it's undoubtedly fun, but I would go out of my way to make the first move. Maybe I'd send a few signs depending on my interest and especially on the person. However, this doesn't mean I am against someone making the first move on me. In fact, I am quite a romantic and enjoy those kinds of gestures.

This is a tricky question for me because I often find myself changing my favorite flowers based on my overall mood. But gardenias and pink carnations usually shine over the others on my personal preference. Whenever I look at gardenias and think of purity and peace, it's silly, I know. But whenever I see a garden full of them, I get speechless; it's just so stunning. On the other hand, besides their beauty, the pink carnations just have a personal meaning for me.

There's this little bookshop close to campus that is absolutely my favorite place in the whole city. Every time I have some free time, I find myself going back there. The owner is really talented at recommending books; you just tell him something about yourself or what you're thinking at the moment, and he finds you a perfect piece of literature to keep you satisfied for at least a week. Truly a wonderful place. The last time I was there, he recommended me a Murakami book that honestly made me rethink my whole life for a few hours.

Why would you want to-? Well, I guess you answered that already, but… just why? You're definitely something else, Puckerman. So humor me for a second; if I told you could do that, then you wouldn't do it?

Thank you. I'll admit, though, that I have a few items that aren't nearly as poetic. Tell me some items from your list; maybe I'm curious.

I have always lived with other people, so I do not like to disturb them by singing. Besides, I am a bit shy. What about you? Do you have a favorite song that you like to sing in the shower? Or better yet, did you sing one today?

My bucket list is quite extensive. It takes growing up to realize just how much we missed, right? Well, I'd love to sleep under the Greek night sky, counting the constellations someday. Dance in the rain without bothering if anyone is looking, swim with dolphins, surf, skydive - the list goes on. 

The scoff about to come out of her mouth was almost unavoidable. Still, Quinn was able to mostly contain it by graciously letting out a breathy snicker at the absurdity of the situation. They were university students, for God's sake - one would think that something so childish would be left back in high school. Unfortunately, with the hopeful looks of the student body gathered around the cafeteria, the blonde saw no choice but to stand up, but not before a discreet roll of hazel eyes accompanied it.  "Uh, the name is Quinn Fabray; I'm an English major aiming to become a writer in the future." Said the girl, albeit awkwardly. This would be more than enough for her, but one look at the principal's slight frown told her she expected a bit more coming from her. With a sigh, she continued. "This is my second year here, as I have some unfinished business in the city, but I intend on next year be on my way to-" Yale, she would complete, thinking about her acceptance letter and scholarship waiting for her. The notion that she was indeed capable of getting there waiting for her. But at the last second, she was able to stop herself.  One of the only good things she learned with her father was that one should never reveal too much about themselves, as it could be used against them as a weakness in the future. So naturally, Quinn gave in to her old instincts. "-new experiences. Who knows?" Without further words, she sat down, her mind telling her that she could be more specific on hobbies, her passion for her course, her love for writing, and different languages. Even maybe revealing her new excitement for photography. Alas, she felt Russel Fabray's heavy hand on her shoulder, keeping her down and well-behaved - quiet and unapproachable. With that, she tuned down the rest of the introductions, choosing to pass the time scrolling on her phone until this ridiculous display came to an end.