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Hello! What you are about to read the the latest Quinn chapter written by random-gleekV
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Quinn's POV
He asked me out on a date. He asked me out on a freakin date. Joe Hart asked me, Quinn Fabray, out on a real live date. I think I might explode. Or faint. If I could move my legs, I'd be doing a cliché happy dance. But at the same time, I'm nervous. The first two activities we have planned seem fine. But the movie part is what concerns me a bit. Joe hasn't seen many movies, so what movie we go see may be an issue. If it's a rom-com, I'll like it, but Joe may not or it could make the whole thing awkward for us. Especially if there is some...more adult content in it. If we see an action movie, I'll be bored and or scared. And I'm not sure how Joe will react. If we decide to try a little kids movie just because it's safe and okay for all ages, it may be stupidly lame and we'll get bored or Joe will think it's cheesy or immature. There are so many issues that could occur. I don't know what to do. I guess I'll just have to see how it'll play out.
Anyways, so I've started going to Physical Therapy. So far, it's useless. Nothing is working and it's been making me upset. My mom comes with me and helps out. But after two sessions, nothing has happened. My mom keeps telling me not to lose hope. I'm not. Despite what others think. Artie, for one. He thinks I'm stuck like this permanently. I am not. Who cares what he thinks? He's still a sweet guy and all that, but he has no idea what to say to a girl. There have been several occasions like this.
So today is Saturday. And all day, I've had the date on my mind. I don't think it's healthy. So I took drastic measures. I needed to distract myself. I invited Mercedes over. She graciously came over. But she knew something was up right away.
"Girl, what's up? You're hiding something. And you just have to tell me," she said with a sly smile.
"You can read me like a book," I retorted. "But yes, my mind is racing."
Mercedes flopped on my makeshift bed. Well, it was my real bed, but it was temporarily downstairs now.
"So? Tell me!" Mercedes begged, her eyes shining.
"Well, yesterday Joe texted me," I began. "And he asked if I wanted to hang out after church. He suggested a picnic, coffee and movie. So like a date!"
"Ahhhhhh!" Mercedes screamed, sharing my joy. I beamed.
"I'm so happy!" I said.
"Holy cow! Girl, that's like the news of the century! Oh, I'm so happy for you! You and Joe are like cuter than Kurt and Blaine, but don't tell Kurt I said that," Mercedes rambled on with a large smile.
"I know! I'm so excited because I like him and I didn't know if he liked me, but maybe he does and I can't stop smiling!" I said.
"What? It's so obvious he likes you!" Mercedes screeched. "You guys flirt like every second."
I rolled my eyes. "Being close friends is not flirting."
"For you two it is," Mercedes said, bouncing on the bed excitedly. "Okay, let's get down to business."
"What do you mean?" I asked, tilting my head.
"Business!" Mercedes said, louder. She sat up straight and folded her hands in her lap. "Now tell me, what are you going to wear?"
I giggle. Leave it Mercedes to be clothes obsessed. "Um maybe yoga pants and that blue hoodie?" I pointed to my blue hoodie that was lying on the couch.
"No, no, no" Mercedes shook her head. "Are you smoking something?"
Memories of the weeks I spend under the school bleachers smoking something, somedays I didn't even know what, flashed into my mind. I guess I had frowned because when I looked up at Mercedes, she had a guilty look on her face.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't think-"
"It's fine," I said quickly. Geeze, I regretted those days now more than ever. Even though I went blonde and girly again for the wrong reasons, I'm glad I did.
Mercedes, eager to forget this minor incident, smiled. "Anyways, no you absolutely cannot wear that outfit on your date. Over my dead body," she said, her sass returning.
"I don't want to get all dressed up for this. He never did actually say 'date'. He said 'hang out' so for all we know, it may just be casual," I reasoned.
"Look at you! Five minutes ago you were here squealing because you had a date with the love of your life and now you said it's just a 'hang out'?"
I held up three fingers. "Three issues with that ridiculous sentence you just spoke. One, I never said he was the love of my life. Two, I am right. It may just be a hang out. And three, I checked the weather forecast and it's supposed to be chilly on Sunday, so what I had planned would keep me warm."
It was Mercedes' turn to roll her eyes. "You just don't get it do you?"
"Get what?"
"Joe likes you!" Mercedes yelled in my face with a smile. "And, it's a great thing that it'll be cold. That means you can pull the old 'fake cold' except real."
"The what?"
"The fake cold. You know, when you shiver so the guys gives you his jacket. It's totally romantic" Mercedes explained with a sly grin.
I sighed. "That's ridiculous."
"No it's not. It's brilliant."
"I don't care."
"So what are you going to wear, with this superb idea in mind?"
"What if Joe doesn't have a jacket to give me?" I asked, eyebrows raised.
Mercedes paused. "He will. It's like a rule. Guys always bring a jacket."
"Not Joe. He was homeschooled so maybe he doesn't know the 'rule'," I said, using air quotations.
"He will," Mercedes nodded, clearly not going to argue the point.
I sighed. "Mercedes, to be perfectly honest, I invited you here to help get Joe off my mind."
Mercedes laughed. "Oh, hush. I'm helping you."
I rolled my eyes.
"Now, you have two options. One, skinny jeans and a cute top or, option two, a dress," Mercedes said.
"Fine, I'll wear a dress," I said with a sigh.
"Oh, cute! You wanna show some leg, huh?" Mercedes winked with a smile.
I giggled. "No, dresses are my style."
"Sure," Mercedes said and she looked through the dresses I had in the room. She grinned and held up a pink and green floral print dress. "This is it!" She announced with a grin.
"Really? I haven't worn that in ages. I look like a watermelon," I said.
"Nonsense!" Mercedes replied. "This is adorable. Joe'll love it."
"I don't think Joe will care. It matters more if I love it," I point out.
"You will love it. Because it makes you look even prettier than you are already," Mercedes said.
"Oh, shucks," I said with a laugh. "Okay, fine. I'll wear the dress."
"Yay!" Mercedes cheered. "Oh, and go easy on the red lipstick. It just makes you look desperate."
The rest of the time, Mercedes and I watched funny videos online. We laughed so loud and I was glad my mind was off Joe for a while. It was also good to hang with a girl for once. Joe's great but he can't discuss the new hot boy band with you or comment on the gorgeous dress that star wore on the red carpet like a girl can. When Mercedes left, it was late and I was tired. So I ate a quick microwavable dinner and went to sleep. I had a big day ahead of me.
Church was torture. I'm sorry, that wasn't very Christian of me to say. What I meant was, waiting through Church was difficult. I caught Joe's eye once as we went in and he blushed a bit. I guess he was as excited as me. Or nervous. And during the mass, I sang loudly, to try and distract myself. It worked for like ten seconds. Finally, it ended and we filed out of the building and into the sunlight. I took the wheelchair exit and Joe's family met us there.
"Hello," my mom said to Joe's mom.
"Hi!" she said with a smile.
"Hey Joey," I smiled at Joe. Joe smiled back and waved.
"Ruth, do you and your husband want a drive home? I heard Quinn and Joe have plans," my mom said to Mrs. Hart.
"Yes, so I heard. Joe was preparing stuff all morning," his mother said and smiled at Joe and me.
"Mom!" Joe gasped, clearly embarrassed. I giggled.
"Thanks for the offer," Joe's father said. "But I am actually going to speak to the priest about possibly replacing the bibles here. So I'll walk home later."
"Ruth?" My mom asked.
"Sure, thanks so much," Mrs. Hart answered.
My mom and Joe's mom left. Joe's father handed Joe the car keys and walked to the front of the Church. That left just us.
"So..." Joe said awkwardly.
"So..." I repeated. "Are we going to go?" I asked slowly.
"Yeah" Joe nodded. He gave a smile. "Let's go!" He walked alongside me as I wheeled across the parking lot. Joe helped me into the car and then he got in too. He started the car and we pulled out of the parking lot and hit the road.
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