The more I think of the total lack of Quick in last season, the more I miss them.
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She doesn't know what she's doing when she walks into that dinner, really. It's late and her mom's out of town and everybody's too busy to keep her company. She feels fat and alone and ugly.
Just like that time.
She sits at the first table she sees and suddenly her head is overcrowed by memories. This is the place Puck used to bring her when she had a carving for bacon, after all. But that was a long time ago.
"A plate of bacon, please." she says, when the waitress aproaches her.
"Just bacon?"
"Just bacon."
But it really isn't just a plate of bacon.
"I will never understand how you kids can eat a full plate of just bacon."
Quinn arches an eyebrow.
"We?"
The waitress points to a table in the other corner of the room.
"That guy comes a lot, and he always orders a plate of bacon. He never eats it, though."
Quinn doesn't need to look at him to know who the guy is.
And, like a flash, it hits her. Just like that.
"Make it pancakes, instead of bacon. And please take them to that table."
She doen't really know what she's doing when she walks over and lets herself fall graciously on the seat in front of him.
But there's one thing she knows.
"You loved me." she says, simply.
She doesn't know how is it possible that it took her a whole year of ignoring him to realize that.
He looks up from the plate he'd been staring and focuses his eyes on her. He seems surprised.
"What are you doing here?"
"You loved me." she repeats.
All she wanted was someone to love her.
She wasted so much time looking in all the wrong places.
"I did." he answers, sighing.
"How much?"
"More than any of them. More than anyone."
And, for some reason, that's enough. She can`t even remember the reason why she didn't believe in that "Specially now" back then.
But she believes now.
Because he's sitting at the dinner they used to come and staring at a plate of bacon he's not going to eat.
She takes a hold of the plate and slides it across the table until it's in front of her. Then, she grabs a slice of bacon and she bites on it, still staring at him.
"I should have let myself love you."
He stares at her, but says nothing. The waitress comes and sets a plate of pancakes on the table before him. His lips curve into a small smile.
She stares at him as he eats. She has never really stared at him before.
"I'm fat."
She doesn't really know what she's thinking. Or maybe she does. Maybe, she's thinking about love.
"You're not fat."
Maybe he is, too, thinking about love.
"My mom's out of town."
"You want wine coolers?"
It's like a circle. She had forgotten where it begun, but she knows where it ends. And that's just a new beginning.
This is how it has to be. This is how it had to be all along.
They are so, so bad for eachother.
Who cares.
"Not this time."
He smiles at her, and she smiles back.
And, just like that, that year they spent ignoring each other hasn't happened at all.
Because that's the thing with Quinn Fabray. She always ends up right where she begun.