Quinn laid her head heavily on her pillow, blowing her hair out of her face as she did. Really, when this day had started, it had promise….but now. All she wanted to do was crawl under her covers and die.
"Quinn…your phone is vibrating a hole into your desk drawer. Really…answer it already!"
"Yeah. Thanks for all your concern there roomie, but you know who that is. So you know why I am not answering. Go back to your Abnormal Psych book and analyze me for a little while longer or something."
Lara shook her head. Quinn sure was something. True, her mood had drastically improved since she and Rachel had gotten together…..but this last week she was back to her pre-Rachel moody, broody old self. She liked in love Quinn MUCH better.
The last two months had been heavenly for the room mates. Quinn and Rachel's relationship was sweet, and serious. Quinn had settled down considerably with the little singer at her side. She had a new relationship with her sister Francine; and Lara was seeing a fresh, new side of Quinn that she always had suspected was there. Even Lara's relationship with Quinn had changed, Quinn seemed much more open to them having an actual friendship now…..and their lives sharing a room together were greatly improved because of this shift.
But for now….Quinn's phone was making Lara nuts with its constant vibrating and chiming. The peace that had enveloped their little utopia was surely going to break if Quinn did not act soon.
"Quinn…seriously. Answer it, or I throw it out the window! Your choice!"
Quinn rolled off of the bed violently and opened her texts. Three from Puck, 5 from Kurt….and 20 from Rae.
"Oh for fucks sake! If she doesn't want back with her leave it already!"
Lara peered at Quinn from over top her Abnormal Psych book, hi lighter ever in hand. "What now Quinn? More Operation Reunite SanBritt?"
Quinn moaned in affirmation.
"Yeah…something like that. Rach has everybody and their dog messaging me because San is all "hells no bitches!" Like I can MAKE Santana do anything! What did you call them? SanBritt? Sounds like sandwich!"
Lara shook her head forlornly.
"Hate it all you want roomie. You know that you are going to wind up doing what Rachel asks…right?"
"I hate you Lara."
"Right back at you Quinn. Now answer the phone or go to the library already!"
Quinn grabbed her phone again and checked her messages…of them all; Puck's seemed to be the one that was the most pressing.
From PuckasaurausNOTsex: Srysly Q…do sumthin abt Jewbabe. I no Britts here in Cali do-n a showcase or whtevr but I cant make hr tlk abt S. FML! Call Jewbabe off alrdy!
Puck's phone chimed poolside and he hurried to see Quinn's message. Really, Rachel was making him crazy, and he was depending on Quinn to calm her down. He opened his phone and wasn't very happy at what he saw.
From: BBYMAMA: You tell me how to call her off! I am TOTALLY open to suggestions!
Puck shook his head and did what he knew to do now. He called Francine.
"Hey Frannie. What's good Auntie?"
