Q: Hey Anderson.
[Quinn gazes up through the slats of the steel underside of the bleachers where a face was visible. Blaine. The other teen looks at her and smiles.]
B: Fabray.
[Blaine jumps down athletically, tie flapping, and lands with relish at her feet]
B: What are you doing down here?
[Blaine dusts himself off where the chalky residue has settled on his blazer]
[Quinn takes a deep drag from the cigarette she's holding and breathes out noncommittally. its tip glows briefly orange]
[Blaine stretches out next to her on the floor, his hands splayed behind him.]
[The sit in silence for a minute, gazing out at the sunlit football field.]
B: Kurt wants me to move to McKinley.
[Quinn's mouth dropped open and her cigarette nearly slipped from between her lips. She snorted]
Q: Why? This place sucks.
B: Say's it's because he misses me, and my school doesn't have any bullies to face or something.
[Blaine gestures to Quinn and she passes him the lit cigarette] [Blaine brings it to his lips and puffs curiously]
Q: No one can fault his logic.
[Quinn rolls her eyes]
[Blaine smiles but says nothing]
[Quinn puffs the rest of the cigarette and puts it out on the concrete]
Q: Is that why you're here? Scoping out McKinley's finest bullies?
B: It's not a bad campus. A lot of vibrant characters. A great Glee Club?
[Blaine nudges her and smirks]
[Quinn shakes her head]
B: But if I'm honest it's a big decision. Maybe a stupid one.
Q: Oh I'm no stranger to those.
B: Feels like he's already such a big part of me we've only been dating for a few months.
Q: Feeling the Urge to Merge?
B: Pardon?
Q: Something Santana told me. If you're not careful it might take over your life.
[Quinn slips her round sunglasses on from where they had been resting on her messy pink head. She looks troubled and careworn]
Q: Love is bullshit, isn't it Anderson?
[Blaine nods but looks concerned]
Q: Needing that validation. It's all bull.
[Quinn scratches at her cheek from under the enormous shades and her voice sounds steely]
Q: There's not a second I don't think about giving up my baby. Think you're about to make a stupid decision? Well I already made mine.
B: So... you're not... are you... reconsidering Beth-?
[Quinn laughs harshly and brokenly]
Q: I told you love was bullshit.
[Blaine presses his shoulder to Quinn's]
[Quinn looks at him, eyes fierce but shuttered. They'd looked like that for several weeks now. And It had all started at the end of last semester.]
B: You need a fresh start.
Q: Santana and Brittany think so too. They cornered me this morning. I don't deserve them. I deserve to be discarded. Maybe just live on the outskirts where nobody has these crazy expectations of me, y'know… I already let myself down. Not to mention my dad, my kid...
[Blaine held her hand determinedly]
B: Then become exceptional. Leave it all on the back burner while you regroup.
[Quinn looked at him, eyes red and questioning]
Q: I'm tired of the politics of popularity, Anderson. I'm tired of Sue and everybody knowing all my dirty secrets. I'm more at home under these bleachers than at the top of a pyramid.
B: I have to say, you're really selling the school to me.
Q: Remember the Night of Neglect?
B: Oh yeah.
[Quinn gives a little laugh]
Q: A little advise, Anderson. Holly is our only competent teacher and she's a sub. I don't even know how I maintained such a perfect grade average all these years.
[Blaine made a soft humming noise to himself]
B: There's something else too, I need to retake the semester if I transfer. I spoke to Emma this morning, and apparently the principal here is very strict about that.
Q: Figgins. His hands are no doubt tied over that particular rule. You had a meeting with our guidance counselor? You must be serious.
B: I was…
Q: Don't let my opinion of mckinley dictate your decisions, Anderson. I'm currently indisposed. I made out with Brett this summer. I'm clearly crazed and unreasonable.
B: Not judging. I spent the summer in costume at a theme park so…
[Blaine looked at Quinn with uncertainty for a second]
B: What are you doing for lunch later?
Q: Um don't tell the skanks, but… my mom made macaroni salad so I'm gonna jump the gates and eat with her.
[Blaine fell back on the concrete laughing]
B: That's so Punk wow.