"I love you too," Quinn breathes hotly into my ear and I can't stop the shiver that rips through my entire body at her words and the feel of her breath on my skin. I'm grinning like an idiot now but I can't help it. All of the previous nerves are now all but gone, to be replaced with nothing but elation, joy, happiness, excitement, giddiness, and those are barely scratching the surface. We've had so many ups and downs that just to know that we're finally and properly on the same page with our feelings is fantastic. I'm pulled from my thoughts by Quinn loosening our embrace before pulling back altogether and reaching up to cup my face with both of her hands. I instinctively lean into her touch and her smile softens as we get lost in each other's eyes again for a moment and I notice that her eyes are starting to darken exponentially. My breath hitches and gets stuck in my throat as she slowly, oh so slowly, starts to lean in and close the tiny gap that was remaining between us. It felt like eternity before her pillow soft lips finally landed on mine for the first time since we were ten and I can swear I hear Angels singing. Her lips are the softest and greatest tasting things in the world and I can already tell in addicted for life now. I used to laugh when people would talk about their first kiss with someone being magical or life changing, but not anymore. Quinn freaking Fabray has most certainly made me a believer in magic. I understand now where the expression comes from when they say 'I saw fireworks', because right at this very second there are hundreds of fireworks exploding behind my eyelids, my heart's beating so fast it feels like it's trying to make a break for it from the inside of my chest, and I feel as if I'm about to pass out from oxygen deprivation but I can't really bring myself to care even a little bit at this very second. Nothing matters but Quinn and her intoxicating lips. And the best part is, besides me kissing Quinn freaking Fabray, is that it's such an innocent kiss. Just lips slowly working against lips, but it's so full of love and emotion that I swear I'm getting drunk off of it.
She finally pulls away with a breathless "Wow,", but she doesn't go far as she presses our foreheads together and we just stare at each other as we try and catch our breaths.
"I know," I agree in a whisper, not wanting to break the surreal feeling of the moment between us. "B-be my girl?" I mumble out nervously, but all the nerves that came rushing back were for naught though, as she squeals in excitement and nods her head yes almost immediately. I'm not too sure how long we stay like that, just holding one another and occasionally giving the other an eskimo kiss, but the next thing I know the bell signalling the end of sixth period rings out overhead. It startles both Quinn and myself and we slowly pull apart from each other with chuckles and slight blushes. I hand her her backpack before grabbing my own, and then grab Quinn's hand in my own, before leading the way to the exit into the hallway. As I'm holding the door open for her I expect her to drop my hand once she's into the hallway, but instead she only tightens her hold and yanks me fully into the hall after her. This causes me to lose my grip on the auditorium door which then falls shut with a loud bang that's completely drowned out by the sounds of the loud and bustling hall full of students. Some of which are throwing Quinn some very intrigue and curious looks as they spot our intertwined hands. "Are you certain?" I question warily. I know how Quinn can be about her image. One of our bigger arguments of the past.
"Yeah. I am," she tells me tenderly, knowing exactly where my head is at right now. "I've spent way too long hiding myself away from people who don't matter, and now that the one person who truly does matter is back, nothing else is important. I have you to always protect me, so bring on the idiots," she finishes confidently with a wink.
"If that's the case then go on a date with me?" I question hopefully, too which she just smiles brightly to and nods with an adorable laugh while pulling me along to her locker. There we see Santana at her locker that's right next to Quinn's with Noah and Brittany waiting patiently as she rummages through it. They silently finish with their lockers (It's late in the day and we're all starting to tire out) before we all turn and prepare to group off towards our next class. Quinn and Santana share the next class so they both absentmindedly start heading in that direction while lost in conversation about a routine Coach Sylvester is trying to kill them with now. "Wait!" I call out before they're too far down the hall and they stop and turn to me expectantly, as did a few passerby but I pay them no mind. Instead I rush over to Quinn, grab her by the back of her neck, and pull her into a heated but quick kiss. "I'll see you in History Bonita. Have a good class," I whisper into her ear as I pull, turning on my heel and jogging back to an open-mouthed and shocked Noah and Brittany, but not before catching sight of the dreamy and lost look Quinn was wearing. Prefect. I just laugh loudly as I grab both Noah and Britt by the arms, turning them and pulling them in the direction of our next class.
"What the fuck was that?!" Is exclaimed loudly just as the three of us turn the corner to the next hall and I laugh even harder. Britt snaps out of her shock at her girlfriend's outburst and begins to laugh along with me.
"That was mean Rae-Rae," she tells me in between chuckles. I just look at her in confusion for a moment before she clarifies for me. "You just left Quinnie all alone to explain things to San."
"B...I have to explain everything to you two all by myself," I point out with a shrug, still slightly confused.
"Yes Rae but we're talking about Santi here," she emphasizes and I cringe a bit as it clicks. My cousin can be a handful and a half sometimes.
"Ahh yes. That's going to be a pleasant conversation for sure," I say with another round of chuckles. Noah's been silent this whole time so I look over to gauge his reaction only to see him pouting with his arms folded like a five year old. "What's the matter Ark?"
"It's not fair," he whines out as his pout deepens further.
"What's not fair Pucky?" Britt questions in curiosity.
"Not only am I now that only single one, but I also can't enjoy any of you guys making out because you're family! Where else am I supposed to find two sets of lesbians in this freaking hicktown?" He finishes his rant with a frustrated growl and Britt and I just look at each other for a few seconds before both "Awwww"ing simultaneously and each pinching one of Noah's cheeks in our hands. He breaks out of our holds with an annoyed huff before storming the rest of the way to the classroom. "You guys suck!" He calls back to us before stomping into the classroom causing Britt and I to exchange amused looks before making our way into the class just as the late bell's ringing.
After a boring class period that feels like an eternity, where I briefly explain my updated Quinn situation and Noah and I keep each other semi-entertained by throwing things at the back of people's heads, the bell finally rings. Noah, Britt, and I are in an intense conversation about which superhero is best (original Spiderman. Duh) as I lead the way out of the room, but before I can get more then three steps out of the door and into the hall I'm blinded by an intense freezing stinging across my upper body, face, and eyes.
"What the actual fuck?!" I bellow as I shake the frozen substance off of my face and wipe it from my eyes. Once my vision comes back into focus I glare in front of me where a mammoth sized jock is currently standing and impeding the flow of traffic, looking absolutely delighted with himself while he holds an empty big gulp. He smirks at me once he notices me glaring in his direction, holding his arms wide as if in invitation as the rest of the hallway laughs. That is everyone except Britt, she's looking pretty livid, and Noah who's currently barely being restrained by Brittany from pouncing on the pendejo.
"Welcome to McKinley dyke," he just jeers at me before dropping his arms and going to join in with the rest of the hallway's laughter. He doesn't get the chance to even chuckle at his 'clever' line though, because before he can realize what's happening I've already pulled my leg back and let it lose as hard as I can straight between this jerk's legs. He bends down to cup himself in pain immediately with an embarrassing little squeal and I take advantage of the new position to bring my knee straight into his face, smirking at the 'crack' I hear right before the mammoth tumbles to the floor.
The entire hallway is dead silent by now, and it says something about the faculty of this school that this is all happening right outside a classroom with said teacher right inside and nothing is being stopped. Not that I'm complaining though, because this pussy's pained whimpers are like music to my ears right now seeing as he thinks it's ok to throw a frozen drink in my face. I place my foot heavily on his family jewels and press down. Hard. He immediately cries out in pain causing me to just roll my eyes and slightly release my pressure. "Shut the hell up," I command darkly with barely restrained fury. I wanna kill this oaf. "What in the world made you think it was ok to throw a frozen beverage in my face?!" I bark out. He just stares at me blankly like he doesn't understand the question, so I growl darkly and press my foot down even harder than the first time.
"It wasn't my idea!" He squeals out immediately. I knew he understood me. "I was paid $30 to do it!"
"Who paid you?" I demand and he stays quiet again. He quickly drops his gaze away from my murderous one to the ground with a look full of fear swimming in his eyes. Good. He should be scared of me. I can't decide if it's adorable that he thinks he's going to stay loyal to whoever paid him, or if it's just plain stupid as I raise my eyebrow even higher at him and begin slowly pressing harder and harder on his jewels. I don't need 'em, does he?
"Please! I'll tell you! Stop! Please just stop!" He wails out, the agony written clearly all over his face and a pleading in his eyes.
"Not until I hear you tell me what I wanna know puto!" I spit out through clenched teeth.
"Hudson! It was Hudson!" He literally cries out with a gasp, tears now flowing freely down his severely red face.
"Now," I say sickly sweet as I release the pressure of my foot but keep it in it's place. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" I tell him through clenched teeth and he quickly shakes his head no in answer. "Let us get one thing clear…" I pause heavily to give the idiot time to register the importance of my nexts words, "If you ever throw anything in my face again I will castrate you. Got me?" I growl out menacingly as I press down with my foot hard again to emphasize my point. He just nods frantically at me with wide eyes and another pained squeal. "I want a verbal answer," I demand harshly, shifting my weight to again press fully against him.
"Yes! I won't! I promise!" He whimpers out pitifully, his voice several octaves higher than it was at the start of our encounter together.
"Good boy," I sneer at him condescendingly as I finally fully remove my foot, kicking him in the side forcefully one last time just for good measure, before finally doing an about face and walking in the direction of the nearest restroom. The syrup is coating what feels like every inch of my upper body and this shit is really beginning to hurt.
Brittany's right behind me as I barge into the nearest girls restroom, along with Kurt and Tina (Where'd they even appear from?), and I can just barely see Noah pacing in circles in the hallway like a caged tiger with a barely restrained look of fury coating his entire features as the door swings solidly closed behind my entourage. I don't speak as I immediately peel off my frozen and soaked t-shirt, tossing it hap-hazardly behind me as I focus on grabbing a handful of paper towels and turn on the hot water. All the while I'm trying, and failing, to keep my teeth chattering to a minimum.
"Hey Rae? I'm gonna run and grab you a clean shirt, ok?" Britt tells me softly, as she places her warm hand on my bare shoulder. I lean into her warm touch with a nod, and almost whine in annoyance when the warmth of her hand disappears as she quickly bolts from the restroom at my confirmation. It's at this point that Tina clears her throat to get my attention, bringing my focus to the two standing awkwardly in front of the door helplessly.
"W-we can help you clean up if you want," Tina tells me shyly, "We used to get slushied all of the time." Kurt just nods sagely beside her with a solam look on his face. I don't hesitate to agree, and before I have time to fully blink they're swarming me and gently shoving me into a chair I hadn't previously noticed sitting in the corner of the room. Tina starts wiping me down with the warm paper towels while Kurt immediately begins rinsing my hair with hot water. It feels absolutely amazing and I have to stop myself from dozing off as they work. Literally seconds after they give me the all clear Brittany bounces back into the room holding a clean shirt and a towel for me to use. I accept both with a grateful grin, drying my upper chest and shoulders before wrapping my hair up quickly. I pull on my shirt before vigorously drying my hair and quickly handing Britt the soiled towel back. I noticed the Cheerios logo on it and the last thing I need is her in trouble with her coach because of a missing towel.
"Sorry Rae-Rae, it's all I could find that would fit you. It's Santi's," she tells me with a slightly apologetic smile and I just shrug it off.
"Thanks B, anything's technically better than walking around shirtless and having a raging Quinn on the loose," I tell her with a smirk as I throw the shirt over my head without even bothering to look at it, fondly remembering a memory of something similar happening at a lake a few years ago on a family trip. As soon as I'm fully dressed and ready to face the questions I know Quinn's going to throw at me for my change in appearance, I yank open the door and walk smack into a still pacing Noah.
"I'm fine Ark," I tell him with a reassuring grin as I push him out of the way so that the others can also make their way into the hallway as well.
"I don't care if you are fine! I'm gonna kick Hudson's ass so hard he's gonna wish he was never born!" he shouts in aggravation. I grab his arm and lean into his side, looking his dead in his eyes as I say,
"Look Ark, this is my battle to fight with the bumbling orge. He's pissed that I 'took his girl' and broke his nose all in the same day." I see Noah open his mouth to argue with me, and surprisingly it looks like Britt's about to as well, but I continue talking louder than before to stop them both, "The oaf's just started a war that he has absolutely no chance of winning."
"Yeah? What are you gonna do to him?" Noah questions me intrigued and I just smirk at him evilly for a moment before answering.
"I have a few ideas already forming that I'll run by you later, but now I've gotta get to class before Q decides to send out a search party," I say as I see I already have three text messages from Quinn questioning my whereabouts.
"Hey star?" Noah calls out to me as I turn around and take a few steps in the general direction of mine and Quinn's class.
"What's up?" I ask, only turning my head to face him as I freeze midstep.
"I like your shirt," he tells me with a teasing smirk, and at his comment and look I finally look at what I'm wearing for the first time.
"Hay! Dammit Britts," I exclaim with a whine. When she said she was giving me one of Santi's shirts I didn't question it because it's freaking Santana! Looks like I maybe should have.
"Sorry Rae, but it was the only one I could find," she explains with a small pout as she gestures to the black and red Cheerios shirt nonchalantly.
"It's ok B. I just appreciate you finding me something at all honestly," I say with a sigh. That puts a smile back on her face and I return it before waving goodbye to everyone as we head our separate ways to our classes.
"Ms. Berry I presume?" My Calculus teacher questions me, in a super snobbish voice might I add, before I can even fully make it into the classroom.
"Um...Yessir," I answer him as politely as I can considering all of the current circumstances. Not that I care honestly if I offend the rude looking dude or not, but it's still only the first day and I've already been in one altercation, so...yeah. I look around the room as I'm talking to him to take in my unfamiliar surroundings and see Quinn staring at me curiously, her head slightly tilted to the left. That's her confused but calculating stare (When her head's tilted to the left) and I'm pretty sure it's because she's currently trying to figure out why my hair's now currently wet and curly and why I'm in a Cheerio's shirt out of all the shirts. I see the subtle shift and hardening of her eyes as I see her come to a conclusion and I avoid her gaze as it begins to bare down on me intently.
"You're late," he states out in a monotone, stating the obvious.
I roll my eyes at this and have to bite my tongue to refrain from snapping out 'No shit Sherlock!', and instead go with, "Sorry sir. I was...ah...I was slushied." I then close my eyes as I take a deep and steadying breath as I hear an audibly pissed off growl come from Quinn's direction, and before I can peek in her direction to see just exactly how pissed off she is, rude-ass is speaking again. And surprise, surprise it's rudely.
"Take your seat. You're disrupting my class," he bites out before turning back to whatever equation he was writing on the board when I walked in. I scowl at his back and flip him the bird where no one is able to see before finally turning to face the class again and faltering at the glare Quinn's currently aiming my way. The scowl on her face is ten times deeper than the one I was shooting Mr. Rude-Ass and I can't help but chuckle at the thought of how much trouble Hudson would be in if I let Quinn at him. That however seems to be a mistake because if the darkening of Quinn's face is any indication she heard me and isn't pleased that I'm laughing about this. I cringe away from the intense state slightly as I weigh my options on my seating choices. Now I can either take the seat that Quinn obviously saved for me next to her, or I can go sit in one of the other random seats next to a kid that I have absolutely no intentions of speaking to or getting to know. The answer's pretty obvious even with 'Scary' Quinn out to play at the moment, so I quickly walk the few feet to slide into the seat next to her. I throw her a small smile that she doesn't return, and I gulp quietly as she growls out a quiet, but still entirely menacing, "Who?".
"Look babe, it's not a big deal ok? It's going to get handled. I don't need you going to jail for murder," I try and soothe her, throwing in a joke to try and get her to crack a small smile.
"I didn't ask if it was going to be handled or not. I asked who?" she snaps at me with her glare never faltering. Any normal person would be pissing their pants right now if they were on the receiving end of this particular glare, but thankfully I'm not any ole normal person.
"If I tell you, will you promise me not to do anything about it?" I question with a sigh. This woman is stubborn and I'm surprised I've held out this long. It's basically programmed into me to give Quinn whatever she wants, so as soon as I was on the receiving end of her glare (While not scared) I wanted to fold.
"No," she tells me simply, her eyebrow now raised with a blank expression on her face. Ah geez...I hate that look.
"Look Q," I start off seriously, "I know that you're pissed, I am too, but I need to do this my way babygirl. I need to show these hijos de putos that I'm not the person to mess with, and if you and Tana are coming to my rescue everytime something happens then that's just gonna make me look like a huge wimp. That's not right Q. At all," I ramble, a deep pout settling on my face the further into said ramble I get. I'm not a wimp dammit! I can see her 'Ice Queen' expression slowly cracking so I go in for the kill. "Please?" I please quietly, making my eyes as pathetic looking as possible. The Ice Queen completely thaws at my puppy eyes and pout (Like I knew she was going to).
"Fine," she sighs out with a small scowl and a head nod. I grin at her brightly, giddiness replacing my annoyance at the past 45 minutes. I can't believe I'm finally home and back beside her again. "What are you doing after school?" she questions a few minutes later after jotting down a few notes from the board.
"Well, I planned on going straight home and changing out of this absolute monstrosity," I say dramatically as I wave towards the hideous cheer shirt, "And then I've gotta help the 'rents set up the barbeque that Noah and I are supposed to invite everyone to tonight. Which reminds me...wanna come to a barbeque tonight? You can come after school with me and we can hang out before everyone gets there. Ya know, so we can spend some extra time together and you'd also already be there for later. I-if you can't or don't want to that's cool too. I-I've just missed you and-"
"Breathe, Rachel," she tells me softly, slowly pulling her hand away from my mouth when she's sure I won't start my rambling again (Which only happens around her). She's smiling at me with so much adoration and affection in her eyes that I can't help the blush that spreads quickly over my face and neck. Thank God for my tan skin. "I've really missed you too baby," she tells me shyly. "And of course I'll come to your house after school. I'm your girlfriend now, you don't ever have to worry about feeling embarrassed at wanting to spend time with me," she mentions with a small laugh at the end. I give her my own shy smile that immediately turns into a prominent scowl whe Mr. Rude-Ass decides he's had enough of us not paying attention to his boring lecture and calls us out for not paying attention. Specifically me.
"Ms. Berry!" he snaps at me and Quinn quickly shoves her hand back over my mouth to stop the nasty retort I was thinking up as I opened my mouth to snap back at him. First day be damned.
"Sorry Mr. Reynolds," Quinn apologizes quickly, and even though Rude-Ass looks like he wants to comment further he wisely nods once to Quinn and goes back to his board. Pendejo. As soon as his attention's no longer focused on us again Quinn turns to face me with a stern look on her face. I just lick her hand with a defiant stare seeing as it's still covering my mouth, and oh. My. God. Her hand shouldn't taste so freaking good! Like seriously. If her hand of all things taste this good, then I can't wait to see how the rest of her tastes.
"Really Rach?" she questions me cooly with her knee shaking, sexy eyebrow raise. I just nod my head with a smug smirk, not trusting myself to speak right at this moment with all of the dirty thoughts zooming around in my mind. She just rolls her eyes at me playfully while sending me a gorgeous grin, and I make it my mission for the rest of the period to keep that grin in place and make her laugh.
"You know that Mr. Reynolds really doesn't like you now right?" Quinn asks me as soon as we leave her locker. We haven't really said much since exiting said rude ass teacher's classroom (Though her grin hasn't faltered once and I'm pretty proud of that), and now we're heading to my locker to get my things and wait for the others.
"Eh…" I say with an uncaring grunt as we reach my locker and I open it to shove everything I'm carrying inside. I'll worry about actual schoolwork next week. "It's all good cause I can't really stand him either. He's rude," I tell her as I shut my locker with a shrug. Quinn's opening her mouth to no doubt tell me to behave when it comes to our teachers, but before she gets the chance she's interrupted by an excited squeal.
"Hey Rae-Rae!" Brittany yells excitedly as she crashes into me full force and yanks me into a vice-grip of a hug.
"Hey B," I greet with a smile. "You do realize that I just saw you last period right?" I question as she pulls away and lets Tana wrap me in her own quick embrace.
"Yeah I know. I just really wanted to hug you again," she tells me airily with a happy shrug and grin.
"Who did it, Rae?" Tana questions me in annoyance and I look at her in confusion for a moment until she gestures to her shirt and my hair. Like Quinn she already knew what had happened after just studying for a few moments.
"It doesn't matter Yoshi-" I start.
"The fuck it doesn't!" Santana snaps at me before I can finish speaking. I glare at her for her interruption and continue speaking.
"Because I've already taken care of the puto who did it and I'm handling the culo who ordered it on Monday," I finish telling her with a dark smirk. She just stares at me blankly for a few moments in doubt before her own dark smirk slides onto her face.
"'Kay, but only if I get to help," she tells me and I grin.
"That can be arranged," I tell her with a nod before grabbing Quinn's hand and interlocking our fingers. "Are you guys ready to go?" I direct to the others.
At the round of nods I receive I start leading the way into the parking lot, only to drop Quinn's hand moments later as we step outside and sprint in the opposite direction towards the dumpsters. I just so happened to catch a glimpse of Kurt and Artie backed into a corner by the dumpsters with a group of jocks surrounding them all holding giant big gulps in their hands.
"Hey Putas!" I scream, trying to get their attention before they could do anything to the others. They all spare me a glance, and the ones who know that I called them a bitch using the femine pronunciation glare at me, before they focus their attention back on Kurt and Artie. It pisses me off beyond belief that they all just dismiss me like they do, and I'm probably going to actually murder someone today. "Why don't you actually pick on someone who can fight back, ya pussies!" I holler, finally only a few feet away from the giant group. They all glare at me now, turning their focus to me and off of Kurt and Artie. Good.
"Who the fuck do you think you're talking to like that dyke?!" One of the jocks (I'm assuming the ringleader) yells out with a murderous look in his eyes. I just smirk before rolling my eyes and taunting,
"Oh no! Not dyke?! What a mean, mean word. Can't you idiots come up with anything new or original? I mean seriously…? I think I've heard that word alone over a thousand times already. It's tired," I snap with a glare. Idiotas. The main idiot who yelled at mes face is now almost a purple color as he unclentches his teeth to respond to me, but before he can get a word out Santana's by my side and snapping at the idiot.
"What the hell Azimio?!" The purple is now slowly draining out of the lead idiot's face to be replaced by a sickly paleness while the other idiots begin shuffling uncomfortably in their spots. Both Tana and Quinn have their HBIC glares firmly in place and directed straight at the group of neanderthals, and it's highly amusing to see the group go from manly intimidation to a bunch of scared rabbits wanting to flee at the first sudden movement.
"I could've sworn that we made the gleeks off limits, S," Quinn says to Tana as she briefly removes her glare from the group to pretend to glance at Tana questioningly.
"Ya know what, Q? I could've sworn that we did too," she answers her lightly before her tone turns dark. "So what I really can't seem to understand is," she continues as she turns her attention away from Quinn and back to the group with her HBIC glare now even more fierce than it was early with Quinn mimicking her actions, "Why in the hell you and your neanderthal buddies are surrounding two known Gleeks with slushies," she grits out through clenched teeth as she takes a threatening step towards the group. "Please Azimio, enlighten me," she tells the main idiot while glaring straight into his eyes. He visibly shrinks away from my cousin and swallows harshly a few times before he manages to stutter out,
"K-Karofsky said that Hudson paid him to slushie the knew Glee chick, so-so we thought it was open season again," he squeaks out to Quinn and Santana in the most pathetic voice I've ever heard and I have to stop myself from laughing at the fact that he looks like he's trying not to piss his pants. Although even though his reaction amuses me, his explanation makes me growl darkly and I want to lunge at him. Instead I decide to make a mental note of all the cowards who are slowly sneaking away while the girls' attentions are focused on Azimio, so that way I can keep an eye on them in the future.
"You don't take orders from Hudson and you damn well know that!" Santana growls angrily before marching up to the idiot and slamming her knee suddenly into groin as hard as she can. "You can thank your buddy for that," she spits as she pulls back and watches the jock fall to the ground with tears of pain forming in his eyes. "Next time you make sure any orders you receive are legit. Am I understood?!" she barks at him with her murderous glare still in place before pointedly looking at every member still remaining in the group once he nods and whimpers out a pitiful "Yes!" "Do you assholes understand me?!" She snaps after a moment when Azimio is still the only one to answer her. There's then a terrified round of 'yeses' that can be heard flow around the group before Tana barks at them to get lost before she changes her mind. They all scramble like the frightened rabbits that they are and we immediately start making our back across the parking lot towards our respective vehicles.
"Wait!" I hear Kurt shout to us as we're halfway across the lot and we freeze, waiting on him and Arite to catch up to us, and as soon as they're at our side we continue walking again. "I just wanted to tell you how grateful I am that you saved us. This is my absolute favorite Marc Jacobs and it would've been ruined by them so...Thanks," he tells me sincerely and I just nod with a small grin.
"Yeah, thank you," Artie pipes in with a giant smile of his own. "It's a bitch trying to get cleaned up from those things," he says with his grin faltering at the unpleasant memories and thoughts.
We all just tell them that it was no trouble in our own individual ways as we reach our cars and I immediately pull open the passenger side door for Quinn. She smiles brightly at me before giving me a kiss in thanks (Which was over way too soon for my liking honestly) before I smile back and help her up into the Jeep. I then walk over and hop into the driver's side with a quick goodbye to Kurt and Artie, start up the Jeep, and speed out of the lot with Noah in the back seat and Santi not far behind me in her own car.