Uncle Dean stood and walked over to Quinn,
"I am so sorry Quinnster, I didn't mean to abandon you. And I wasn't delivering the message to be mean or cruel I just… my brother sad if I didn't tell you he would. And I knew that'd hurt you even more." He pulled Quinn into a hug and she returned the embrace,
"I didn't know what to think I thought he had gotten to you and changed your mind."
"Nothing will ever change my mind about you Quinn. Nothing. You hear me?" Quinn nodded smiling slightly
"we'll talk later Quinnster I've got to get back to work but I'll swing by later ok?" Quinn nodded and the senior Fabray squeezed her shoulder "alright I'll see you later kid."
Then he left, the Glee club's eyes followed him as he exited.
"Wow Quinn I'm impressed," Mr. Schu said, "you were able to effectively communicate what you needed to say through the song in a positive way. Great job."
Yeah that took balls. Lady balls" Puck commented.
Quinn flinched, "thank you Mr. Schu and Puck I think." Puck nodded then the bell rang thankfully and Quinn grabbed Rachel's hand and hurried out of the choir room. She didn't stop until they were in the parking lot, "thank you" she said pulling the brunette close,
"for what?"
"For helping me find my voice and finally use it in a way that people will hear it." Rachel smiled against the blonde's chest
"your welcome." They stood like that for a while until a voice interrupted them,
"well I hate to break up this little love fest, but Quinton we're going shopping for the party tonight.."
Quinn groaned, "Santana I totally forgot about that, I have to take Rachel home I'll make it up to you."
"Uh no Quinton you are coming with me and Brit, the midget is going with Kurt and Mercedes."
"Why?"
"Because Santana and I are going to have the talk with you." Britney stated simply Santana nudged her, "ouch! Well it's true," she mumbled rubbing her side.
"Agh come on Quinton say bye bye to your wifey and let's go!" The Latina said dragging Quinn to her car and pushing her into the back seat.
"What about my car?"
"Your Uncle Dean already took it," Santana yelled slamming the door closed, the blonde looked out the window of the car and saw Rachel being half dragged half carried by Kurt and Mercedes towards Kurt's Hummer.
"Geez separating you two is like separating my cat from it's scratching post." Britney mused as she slid into the passenger seat beside Santana.
"What is it with you and cats?" Santana asked,
"I don't really know… I guess cause they kinda remind me of you in a way. They are really smart and pretty and nice when they want to be." Santana smiled and leaned over to kiss Britney on the cheek. Quinn groaned this was going to be a long shopping trip.
Thirty minutes later they finally arrived at the mall, Quinn jumped out of the car unable to take anymore of Britney's talk of how good Santana was in bed. The blonde adjusted her sunglasses and thought about running into the mall and hiding but that probably wasn't a good idea… Santana might call her lady dick or something or worse page her as Quinton… and that would just be embarrassing.
"So Quinn we are going somewhere before we get your clothes and other things for this evening. Ok." Santana said as she and Britney walked ahead of Quinn. They were walking kind of fast which isn't a problem for Quinn but she wants to know why they are going so fast. Then she looks up and she sees it the tattoo shop.
"Why are we here? Are you guys getting tattoos?" Santana snorted,
"no you are."
"What? What makes you think that I want a tattoo?"
The blonde asked curtly, " your Uncle Dean told us" Britney said gently "and he asked us to take you to get it done."
"He… he told you?" Britney nodded,
"he's paying for it too. He has an idea of what you want to get done." Quinn felt something pulling at her heart,
"he-he paid for it already?"
"Yes Quinton now come on we have an appointment to keep!" Santana snapped grabbing one of Quinn's arms and Britney grabbed the other and led her into the shop.
There was only one tattoo artist in the shop at this time, and he seemed to be waiting for Quinn.
"So you're Quinn Fabray." It was more of a statement then a question, Quinn nodded slowly not sure how to react to all this. "Well sit down then any relation of Dean's is a friend of mine. Except for his low life brother! He's a pig."
Quinn smiled she liked this man already, "so Dean had an idea of what you wanted to get done he sent over a copy of a drawing" the tattoo artist pulled out two pieces of paper on one of them there was an anchor with the word live on it and it had a large camera above it with a snake and a sword. The other had the word free on it with a steering wheel from a boat and an arm band and a shield with another snake.
Quinn nodded "yes that's exactly what I want done,"
"damn Quinton! Could you put anymore ink on there?" Santana laughed, Quinn smiled the Quinton nickname wasn't too bad she was starting to get used to it now in fact maybe even liking it.
"Ok" the artist said "this might be a bit painful so I'm glad you have friends with you sometimes it helps."
He went and got his supplies, "ready?" Quinn inhaled sharply, "yeah but can we make a minor adjustment to the anchor and the wheel?"
"Sure" Quinn fidgeted a little,
"can the anchor have the initials R.B. on either side and can the wheel have the initials D.F. on either side?"
He smiled "sure."
Quinn smiled and closed her eyes preparing herself, "ok this might tickle a bit but I'm going to need you to hold still for me ok?" Quinn nodded and the artist began his work.