hello fellow readers! i know i'm late but i'm sorry. at least i wasn't awful late, right? so this is the update! more mystery, i don't know if you would call it drama though. no action. i feel like i should give them all a little reprieve from what happened before.
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guest1: not all things are Quinn's fault though.
caffeinecrazy: i think you might like this chapter.
guest2: that's good. i don't want anyone to know who the perpetrator is haha
redroseangel27: hmm...maybe
ad3n: everyone else were cowards. Quinn dropped her gun. no she's not ashamed. she's just uncomfortable.
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okay, now that that's over with. read, ponder and enjoy.
She lost her image with the team in a span of two weeks. And it was all because of everyone's fault. She had been injured. She had bandages around her. No big deal. She couldn't understand why everyone – Rachel, Santana, Brittany, Puck, Sam, Sebastian, even Kurt – was making such a big deal out of it.
She wasn't allowed out of bed for the first four days. Finally, she put her foot down and threatened them with a hunger strike if they wouldn't allow her to go back to the pool house and survey the recordings of the security cameras on her laptop. She regretted the decision as soon as she saw the wheelchair Puck rolled in.
"I can walk!"
"You're still sitting in the wheelchair," Rachel said. When Quinn wanted to argue, Rachel gave her a glare that shut her mouth. "You can go back to the pool house. But you're going back in the wheelchair. At least for today."
Honestly, Quinn wasn't handicapped! She could walk perfectly. It wasn't her legs that were injured, it was her upper body! Who used the upper body to walk? She was ready to point it out when Santana stuck her fingers in her ears, indicating that she didn't want to hear any arguments.
Quinn was extremely unhappy at the arrangements. She had been through much worse when she was in the army. This was a piece of cake.
"I've been through much worse in the army," she said as Sam deposited her on the bed and offered her the laptop.
Her friends – for two weeks, they were her mortal enemies – surrounded her, with the exclusion of Sebastian and Kurt, who were busy with their work duties. They each offered their own signature glare but she refused to back down.
"I've been shot and stabbed before, okay? I've even been in a crash! This is nothing!" she argued.
"Yeah well, this is not the army," Rachel voiced. "You're on my property. You're under my employment. You went through all of that to save me. I want you to take time to heal; as long as it takes. Puck and Sam can handle your job for now."
That was the thing; Quinn didn't trust Puck. She couldn't. Not for the time being. She still hadn't made her inquires with the store where he bought his cologne. She supposed she would just trust Sam, as inexperienced as he was.
Rachel routinely made her appearance every day for the next two weeks. Quinn tried hiding in the garage once, only to have Rachel storm in, smile at Karofsky, then drag the blonde out to the back and into the pool house. She lectured Quinn for thirty whole minutes, stating that the whole point of healing was to not wander around the house, exposing herself to the bacteria outside.
She was finally allowed out of the pool house after two weeks. She immediately gathered her team in the kitchen. They all looked tired and sloppy and she grimaced. God, what had become of them while she wasn't able to supervise them? Santana, being her annoying as fuck self, sat in the corner watching her.
"Did any of you manage to track prints on my jacket?" she asked them, but she was pointedly staring at Mike. They were quiet. "Did you?"
Azimio rolled his eyes. "Yes. We found a set of prints. They belong to Dustin Goolsby."
It felt like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over her. She turned to him abruptly with wide eyes. "Dustin Goolsby?" she repeated. Then she remembered. "Oh no, we ran into each other before the incident. He was my officer when I was in the army."
Azimio shrugged. "Well, that's the only set we found."
She nodded. "Did anything unusual happen when I wasn't around?" she said, gritting her teeth at the last three words. Santana snickered and Quinn turned to glare at her. She smirked at Quinn. The blonde rolled her eyes and turned back.
"Nope. Just the usual crew," Marley interjected. "I can bring you the visitors' log if you want."
Quinn smiled and nodded gratefully. "That'd be great. Thank you. So will anything special happen this week?"
"We're going to be onset every day. So if you don't feel like it, you can stay in bed," Azimio ended his statement with a smirk.
Quinn froze and her eyes locked with Azimio. "What do you mean?"
His smirk stayed as he said, "I think you know what I mean."
"Hey!" They turned to see that Santana had stood up and was standing next to Quinn against the island. "You don't get to talk shit like that, big guy." Azimio looked ready to defend himself but Santana held up a finger with an intimidating stare. "To be honest, none of you get to talk shit like that. If it weren't for sweet Quinn here fighting those grade-A assholes, you wouldn't be standing here breathing the same air as her. You picked your sorry asses up and fled the goddamn scene. You left her alone there and now you're blaming her for staying in bed?"
"If she was doing her job right, she wouldn't need to stay in bed for two freaking weeks," Azimio said with a laugh. "She's weak!"
"Excuse me?" This time, it wasn't Santana who said it but a new addition in the room, Rachel. She had her arms crossed and she was staring at Azimio, brow slightly raised. "Did I just hear you say that Quinn is weak?"
"Guys," Quinn interrupted. "Stop fighting. We need to get on set. So, skedaddle. Go prepare. I'll handle things." Rachel looked ready to protest but Quinn gave her a pointed look. "I said I'll handle it. Go prepare yourselves."
Rachel huffed and stormed away, leaving them to themselves again. Quinn took a deep breath and stepped closer to Azimio. "Just because I was injured and I wasn't here for two weeks doesn't mean I haven't been doing my job," she said lowly. "I don't care if you don't like my absence, I don't care if you and your team are displeased with me, but I'm still the head of this security team and I get the power. So you better shut up before I do it for you."
Azimio clenched his jaw and pointed a finger at her. "I'm not afraid of you."
Her face contorted at the stench of his breath on her face. "I don't care. I'm still the boss. So now, be good and go prepare the cars and everything else. We move out in half an hour.
The man huffed and turned on his heels to face the team. "Alright, dweebs! You heard the boss! Go!" he ordered, clapping his hands a few times to emphasize his orders.
They scurried out of the room. Quinn stopped Marley on her way out. "I'd appreciate it if you could grab the log for me now so I can look at it while we wait for her highness to finish preparing," she said with an appreciative smile.
Marley nodded. "Yes, ma'am. And uh…don't mind Adams. He's a jerk like that," she added before heading out to follow Quinn's request.
Quinn laughed and glanced at the door Marley left through. "Please don't tell me you're attracted to that blue-eyed pack of innocence." She turned to Santana who was staring at her with a bored expression. "She's not your type."
"You don't know what my type is," Quinn replied, crossing her arms.
"Oh I know. Trust me, I know. I've seen you pick up girls more than I should and a majority of them are dwarfs with big nose and big brown eyes that just gross me out," Santana described with a teasing smile.
Quinn faltered. She set her jaw firmly and said, "Like you said, a majority of them. Doesn't mean I don't like tall girls with blue eyes. She's pretty."
Santana scoffed and moved to stand next to Quinn. "But, you will always love the midget. Isn't that right, Q?"
The blonde gave a self-depreciating smile and scuffed her toes against the tiles of the kitchen. "Don't remind me," she said. "Allow me to have my own fantasy once in awhile, Lopez."
"You are allowed fantasies. Just don't think they're real," Santana retorted. "Anyways, I gotta wake Britts up. I've always wanted to see what a filming location looks like. I heard their food is amazing." She smirked at Quinn before walking out to the foyer.
Quinn laughed and sat herself on the stool. She palmed the back of her jeans where her new gun was tucked away. Her old one hadn't been found; seemed like the attackers took it. She nodded to herself in assurance as her hand grazed the handle. She tapped her fingers on the island top, idly ticking away the moments. She'd been there for two minutes when her phone buzzed. She took it out and eyed the contact curiously.
Private number.
She frowned and opened the text. Her eyes widened.
Seems like an army veteran can't cut it. Are you sure you're suited for this job? Like I said, you can't protect her forever.
She read the text repeatedly. Who the hell was this? How did they even get her number? She slipped down the stool and stormed out the back door, her phone in her hand. Marley was on her way to the kitchen and she grinned when she saw Quinn.
"Quinn! Here's the log," she said, handing it to Quinn.
The blonde offered a distracted smile and took the log with a grateful nod before storming past Marley and to the garage where everyone was gathered. She scanned the space and easily found Mike, the tech guy. She made a beeline towards him and he looked up from his laptop, surprised at her approach.
"What can I help you with?" he asked after a moment.
"Can you track a private number?" Quinn asked, offering her phone to him.
He took it and glanced at her before looking down at the text displayed on the screen. She watched as his posture stiffened and his Adam's apple moved as he swallowed. His eyes ran over the text a few more times before he looked back up at her with a serious expression on his face. He nodded.
"I'll do my best. I need time," he said, not waiting a moment to fish out some sort of wire. One side was inserted it into one of the USB ports of the laptop, the other end into her phone. "I'll have it tracked as soon as possible."
She nodded. "Thank you."
She swung around and went to Kurt, ignoring Sam and Puck's curious looks and Azimio's scowl. Kurt was speaking – or rather barking – into his Bluetooth earpiece as he scribbled and crossed and scribbled again and again on his clipboard. She tapped his shoulder and he turned around to face her. He held up a hand but she shook her head insistently.
Urgent, she mouthed.
He frowned at her and sighed, telling whomever he was speaking to that he would call back as he directed his full attention to her. "What is it?"
"I don't think it's safe for Rachel to go onset today," she whispered. He looked ready to protest. "I just got a text from a private number warning me that I can't protect her forever. Just like the letter I got last time when I moved here."
"Wait, what letter?" he said with narrowed eyes.
She stammered and then waved her hands dismissively. "Doesn't matter. What matters now is the text. For two weeks there was nothing, and now we receive a text today. They obviously know that I'm ready to go and we're going onset."
"Look, even if I agree with you, the producers won't agree to it. The film has gone over budget because Rachel's been skipping days over the past two weeks to take care of you. She needs to go today, tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow and so on to get this movie filmed as quickly as possible. We can't afford to pay for her absence anymore."
"She's in danger," Quinn stressed.
Kurt stared at her seriously. "I know that. Don't you think I want her to stay at home until the damn perpetrator is captured? I do! But this industry is not as kind and forgiving as you think they are. They're cutthroat and all they want is money. They don't care." He sighed and she could see his grip on his clipboard tighten. "Look, all we can do now is tighten the security, okay? Keep a close watch on her. And we all know you offer the best security alone. So I suggest you stay with her throughout the entire filming process. I have to warn you though, it's going to be a long day today."
She kept her gaze on him as she ran through everything in her head. She surveyed the room to see the team watching them. Rachel was already in the car, a concerned look overtaking her features as she watched. Quinn's eyes lingered on her before she turned back to Kurt with a nod.
"Fine," she snapped. She didn't mention that her wounds hadn't fully healed. She didn't mention that she was still taking medications. She knew despite all of that, she would still offer her life to save Rachel's. "Get in the car. We're moving."
She rounded the sedan and slid in next to Karofsky. When she got the signal that they were all ready, she nodded at Karofsky. He returned it and began driving. She could hear Rachel and Kurt whispering at the back but she couldn't bring herself to care. She still had to think about the best way to secure the entire lot without leaving an external loophole, which quite frankly, was harder than anyone ever thought.
They've been onset for two hours. She kept getting updates via walkie-talkie from everyone in the team as they did their patrol. Puck was with her watching Rachel. She still wasn't confident enough in letting him be by himself.
Mike was still working on her phone. She had been checking with him between intervals to see if he had any progress with the number. Apparently, the perpetrator was very careful and an expert at hiding his trail. He had set up a safety system behind the number, with a string of codes that weren't going to be easily cracked
She explained the situation and new duty arrangements to her team during a quick briefing upon their arrival to the set. She kept a close eye on Puck while she spoke, but he seemed unfazed and his actions gave no indication that he was the man behind all of this.
The crackle from her walkie-talkie snapped her out from her line of thoughts and she listened to the usual update from one of the team. The moment the report was done, her name was shouted, echoing across the lot. She turned to see Dustin Goolsby approaching her with a huge grin on his face.
She smiled at him and was surprised when he engulfed her in an embrace. Once she got over her shock, she took a sniff and she tensed. He let go and grinned down at her, sticking his hands into his pockets. She disguised her suspicion with pure shock.
"I didn't know you were onset, sir," she said, her octave slightly higher than usual.
He laughed and waved his hand dismissively. "I said call me Dustin. I'm not your officer anymore," he reminded her. "I just wanna see what I missed when I wasn't around. I also had to write a check to replenish the budget status. Not that I'm complaining."
He was complaining. She could see the displeasure in his eyes and the edge in his voice told her he wasn't very happy with the news.
"So how are you, Quinn? I haven't seen you around in two weeks. I heard you were injured that night at the charity event. Yikes," he said, clucking his tongue. "Those guys need to be put behind bars for doing this and threatening a cast member on my set."
His set? Her eyes narrowed slightly but not enough to make him notice. "I'm good. I'm still walking and moving so I'm good."
He nodded with a tight smile and then gestured in the air. "Anyway, I gotta go. I have a meeting later to discuss my latest investment on a new estate. I'll talk to you if we run into each other, okay?" He didn't even wait for her reply before he walked away.
She watched him cautiously. He was absolutely different from the Dustin Goolsby she knew in Afghanistan. From what she remembered, he was never this…anxious about money. And he wasn't this possessive. There also seemed to be this aura around him that disconcerted her; she wondered how she didn't notice the last time they met. And also, how had she missed the scent of his cologne?
"Care to tell who that was?" Puck drawled from beside her. "You two look friendly."
"He was my officer when I was in Afghanistan." She finally turned to Puck from Dustin's disappearing figure. "He was the best officer I had within my four years of service."
He raised his brows and nodded. "Good for you. Hey, can I go and grab something? I'm starving." The words weren't out of his mouth when his stomach growled and Quinn laughed, nodding her approval.
When he was gone, she quickly scanned the area, trying to locate Santana. She didn't see her anywhere. Damn it. She didn't have her phone with her. She looked around the set where Rachel, in uniform, was still filming a scene with a fake AK-47. Quinn had to admit that Rachel looked absolutely hot in that outfit. She shook her head to shake the thought out and jogged towards Kurt, trying to be as unnoticeable as she could.
"I need your phone," she whispered in his ear. He jumped and turned in surprise. "I need your phone," she repeated.
"Yeah well, you can at least tell me you're right here instead of jumping on me like a creep," he whispered back harshly as he offered his phone. "Here!"
She took it and dialed Santana's number. It took two rings for Santana to answer her phone. "What?"
"Where the hell are you?" she hissed.
"Eating. Brittany was hungry. We're heading back now though. What do you want?"
Quinn looked around to see if anybody was listening. When she was sure nobody was eavesdropping, she cupped her mouth with her hand and whispered, "I need you to call a cab and get out of here to go to the store in city."
"What store?"
"The cologne store. The one where Puck's cologne was sold."
There was a pause before a "Why?" came through the line.
"Turns out Puck isn't the only one wearing SG7." She licked her lips and closed her eyes in an attempt to block out the possible reality. Come on, Dustin was her officer. She was fond of him. She couldn't bear the thought of him doing something as terrible as this. "My officer from before, you know, Dustin Goolsby?" There was a hum of understanding. "I could smell it on him when he hugged me just now."
"So you're saying that your ex-officer, the one you kept praising about how nice and amazing he was, he uses that cologne too." She spun on her heels to see Santana and Brittany standing behind her. "Am I right, Q?"
Quinn nodded and managed a breathless "Yeah."
Santana hummed and leaned back on her heels. "Well, aren't things just getting more and more like Pretty Little Liars here? With the text and the letters and the attacks."
"It's not time for joking, Santana," Quinn gritted between her teeth. "Can you do this for me?"
Santana nodded and rolled her eyes. "This place is boring the hell out of me anyway. The food isn't really that good. I'm so firing the agent who told me that when I get back to DC."
Quinn raised her brow at Santana. "Do you really think this is relevant to our current situation?" she deadpanned.
"Whatever. I'm calling a cab. I'll call you if I get any news." Santana grabbed Brittany's hand and walked out. "I can handle this. Don't worry," she said without looking back.
Suddenly, Quinn was grateful that Santana decided to take a long-term visit here. She certainly was helpful in situations like these.
"Dustin Gordons. That was the alias he used when he bought the cologne. Or I think it is. But the young man's description of the buyer is pretty goddamn accurate. I don't know if he has super eyes or what but he said tall, neat haircut, an all-black suit, a Bluetooth earpiece and all that."
Quinn kept her eyes on Rachel. They had moved outdoors to film one of the scenes and the sun was shining right down on them. She was practically sweating all over. She whipped out her handkerchief and dabbed at her forehead.
"And uh…Puck?" she asked.
"Oh yeah, that guy. He hasn't been there since five months ago. I think he stopped using it. But Puck didn't disguise anything. He used his own name when he bought the cologne. Good thing they keep a logbook on the buyers or we'd be at a dead end again."
Quinn hummed and saved the new info in her phone. She put her phone back to her ear and shoved her free hand into her pocket. "Thanks for the help, S. I'll see what I can do."
"Wow, Quinn Fabray thanking me. Now isn't that a surprise?" Santana teased.
"I've been thanking you for my whole life, S," Quinn retorted, rolling her eyes in response. She caught Rachel's eyes from across the set as she was discussing something with Artie. Rachel smiled shyly at her which Quinn returned after a moment of hesitation. "Anyway, I gotta go. Job perks."
"Thank fuck I'm not involved in the blue collar department," Santana grumbled.
"Wait, this is blue collar?"
"Well, you're doing all the running and jumping and checking, right? While I'm just here relaxing with my dearest girlfriend."
Quinn frowned at her logic – if she could even call it logic. She shook her head and bade a quick goodbye before hanging up. Rachel was making a beeline towards her by the time she had looked back up from the notes saved in her phone. Quinn was a little shocked at how close Rachel had gotten while she wasn't looking.
Shit, she really had to up her game.
She tucked the phone into her pocket and took a small step back so she wouldn't be so close to Rachel. It was distracting and she certainly didn't need a distraction now. She mustered a small smile in Rachel's direction and then surveyed the surroundings, not meeting Rachel's eyes.
"So, how do you feel?" Quinn looked back to see the concern and curiosity written all over her face. Rachel raised her eyebrows, silently asking her to elaborate. "You know, you just got out of bed and you won't stay at the mansion to rest because you're a stubborn fuckhead…" Quinn's eyes widened, her brows shooting to the top of her forehead with surprise. Rachel realized her slip and she huffed, running her hand through her hair in frustration. "God, I've been spending too much time with Lopez."
Quinn smirked at the use of Santana's last name; A classic Santana trait was addressing people by their last names. "Clearly." A smile stretched on Rachel's lips when she saw the smirk on Quinn's face. Quinn uncrossed her arms and let them hang limply at her sides. "And if you're asking if I feel anything other than normal, then no. I'm perfectly fine."
Rachel's smile widened, initially pleased with the answer; but she needed reassurance. "Are you sure? 'Cause I couldn't help but notice this look on your face, like you were uncomfortable or something just now," she trailed off, realizing that she had just admitted to visually stalking Quinn.
The smirk on Quinn's face expanded into an appreciative smile. "I'm okay," she said, nodding at Rachel. "You don't have to worry. All you need to do now is go ahead and finish this film and let it wow everyone who watches it."
"You really believe in me that much?" Rachel asked with a tilt of her head.
"I believe in your talent." They both knew what that statement meant. It meant Quinn was still learning to trust Rachel. It meant Rachel's chance was still slim. It also meant Quinn still had deep feelings for Rachel. "I think Mr. Abrams wants you back." She pointed over Rachel's shoulder.
Rachel glanced over her shoulder and sure enough, Artie was there looking at her expectantly. She smiled at him with a nod before turning back around. She bit her lip and Quinn gulped. Stop biting your lip please, her mind whispered. Oh God, oh God, she chanted inwardly, clenching and unclenching her hands as she struggled to not reach out and grab Rachel and lay her lips on her.
Rachel hesitated and then asked, "Can I…can I hug you?" She watched as Quinn stiffened and she cleared her throat. "I mean, you don't have to but I just…I missed you and I've been trying to not kiss you ever since you came and I can't…I want to at least touch you."
The blonde stared at her and then sighed, defeated. Who was she to reject Rachel? She just couldn't. She smiled at her and opened her arms wide, wiggling her fingers. Rachel grinned and stepped into her embrace and oh dear God.
Quinn had missed this. God, she had missed this for God knows how long and she felt so safe and peaceful with Rachel's arms around her. Her eyes watered but she pushed it back as she buried her face in Rachel's hair and subconsciously kissed the top of her head. And there it was; the Rachel Berry smell. It was indescribable, but it felt like heaven.
"I don't wanna let go," Rachel finally whimpered, burying her nose deeper into her neck and tightening her arms around the blonde's waist. This was so painful and yet so blissful all at the same time. "I don't wanna let go," she whimpered.
Quinn's heart tightened and soared at Rachel's words. Maybe that was the moment. She didn't know; except that suddenly she felt like she could relax and just let go of the rope that she had been holding onto for dear life and just fall in hopes that Rachel would catch her. If she wasn't wrong, this was what they called trust.
Do I trust her yet? Will she break my heart again? Her mind circled around these questions as she tightened her arms around Rachel.
The world came back to her as she opened her eyes; Artie's impatient face being the first thing she saw. Quinn released a breath before she slowly withdrew her arms from around Rachel and stepped back, tucking a strand of stray hair behind her ear.
"Artie is going to spit fire if you don't go now," she reminded the crestfallen brunette. "And I'll be here. Just like always," she added.
Rachel turned back to her and smiled. "Thank you, Quinn." She trotted back to the set and sat down in one of the chairs to let her makeup team, Kurt, fix her makeup.
Quinn's arms hung limply by her sides. She smoothed her palms over her thighs and watched as Rachel transformed into another woman and began reciting lines in front of the camera. The feeling of Rachel pressed against her body was lingering against her alabaster skin.
For once, Quinn didn't want to forget.
It was ten thirty in the evening when they finally reached the mansion. They parked the cars in the garage and slowly and tiredly made their way into the mansion to grab replenishments. Part of the security team had already bade goodnight, since they weren't on duty that evening. The other half were grumbling and hastening to make coffee.
Quinn saw the pool house lights were switched on and she trotted towards it with a frown. Who would be in the pool house if she weren't even there? Then she saw a tall figure with blonde hair dancing in the living room floor and her anxiety vanished. She smiled and opened the door to hear music flowing from the stereo. Brittany was dancing in the middle of the floor while Santana was on the sofa with a beer in hand, watching her girlfriend with a smile on her face.
They turned when they heard the door opened. Santana stood when she saw Quinn, and Brittany skipped towards her, engulfing her in a bear hug. Quinn laughed and hugged the girl back. She couldn't help but think that this wasn't as nice as hugging Rachel.
"We couldn't figure out how to turn on the TV," Santana said when they released each other.
Quinn rolled her eyes and showed them how to work the TV. Brittany squealed and jumped onto the couch with excitement, her eyes glued to the screen where SpongeBob was being his usual self, annoying Squidward. Quinn straightened and tilted her head toward the kitchen, silently asking Santana to join her there. Santana nodded and followed behind.
Quinn watched as Santana threw the can of beer into the garbage can. "You owe me a can," Quinn remarked.
"Relax, I bought it on my own. Puck and Sam warned me about how freaking stingy you are."
Quinn smiled and nodded. "So, what do you have for me?"
"Well, first, you can thank me, again. Feels nice to hear you say it." Quinn rolled her eyes and Santana laughed. Abruptly, she turned serious as she fished a flash drive out from her pocket. "Here. I used my badge to make them get me a copy of their database. Everything was in it. I also ran the system on Dustin Goolsby. Everything's on there as well. I don't know what you usually do with this stuff, but I hope you can find whatever it is you're looking for."
The bodyguard took the flash drive and twirled it in her hand. "Thanks," she said. Santana smirked and looked ready to tease her when Quinn raised a finger to silence her. "Do you want coffee?"
"Nah," Santana rejected with a wave of her hands. "Me and Britts are going to sleep. I'm exhausted. You stay here and keep being the vampire you are. Don't become a panda though." She made a peace sign before telling Brittany that they were going to bed. Brittany waved goodbye at Quinn as they left.
Puck and Sam came in shortly after. Quinn was sitting at the island, nursing a can of beer. The boys wore matching grins on their faces and greeted with Quinn loudly before they took turns in the shower and readied for bed. By the time they were snoring their heads off, it was already twenty minutes past midnight.
Quinn looked down at the flash drive in her hand. Maybe this would prove Puck's innocence. Or maybe it would just exacerbate her suspicion of him.
so, love it or hate it? review to tell me?
and i haven't watched the latest episode. i'm about to and frankly, i'm terrified. i mean, there's bram and all that. it just scares me. is it good? you know what? i'll find out myself.
and oh my god, no more Quinn for the rest of the season! can you believe it? i swear this show is just getting to me!
i guess i've done enough rambling. tell me how you feel about this chapter. i'll also take all your suggestions into consideration. until then, see you next chapter!