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Wine and cheese parties were not her kinda thing. Nor was it his thing.
But that didn't really matter, because they had to go anyway.
Her parents had been invited, and they made her go, and since she decided she wasn't going to suffer alone, she took him with her.
Nearing the end of the party, they were having their private party in a corner. Either the adults were too drunk to notice, or really didn't care, the teens were not paid attention to.
Who knew you could get so drunk on wine?
They were giggling about the fact that their names rhymed, when a waiter passed them by with a huge block of cheese on it, waiting to be cut into pieces and distributed.
"Hey, psst, dude!"
The waiter turned to them and she haggled with him and they got half of the cheese. Uncut.
Before she could go and steal a knife to cut it into funny pieces, he grabbed the cheese and took a huge bite out of it.
"Holy damn, Quinn you have to try this!"
He practically shoved the cheese in her face.
She took a tentative bite out of it.
Finn fished his cellphone out of his suit pocket and started to send a text message.
He punched in Kurt's number and typed the message: 'Have you ever straight up just taken a bite out of a block of cheese? Because it's amazing.'