Title: TFLN ficlets
Author: timorous-scribe
Length: varies
Rating: mostly PG to T-ish
Summary: Various little ficlets using Texts From Last Night posts as prompts.
(510) all the one night stand stories i have end with me crying on my RA's floor stuffing cupcakes into my mouth
"You gotta do something, Quinn. You can't just keep-"
"It's Lucy." Quinn sniffles around a mouthful of cupcake-strawberry, her favorite, like Tori knew she'd be showing up this weekend and made her favorite in preparation-and a fresh round of fat tears rolls down her cheeks. "Lucy sits on the floor feeding her fat face full of fucking cupcakes when she's sad. Not Quinn."
Tori sighs in exasperation, running a hand through her long red hair. This is the fourth weekend in a row Quinn has shown up at the dorms crying hysterically in a walk of shame sometime after three in the morning, and if they weren't friends she'd consider this well beyond standard R.A. duties. She watches Quinn unwrap another cupcake-her third-and sob into the cream cheese frosting before thinking it's probably well beyond her duties, either way.
"Have you considered therapy?" Being a psych major has her asking that question more than she ever thought she would in life, but this time it actually really seems to fit. Quinn just snorts, an errant smear of frosting resting at the bow of her lip.
"I don't need a shrink, I need to quit going home with fucking girls."
Tori's gathered that there's obviously some unresolved something in regards to Quinn's sexuality, but she also has a theory that there's a particular someone that triggers the whole mess, too. She hasn't been able to determine if that someone is here at Yale or not, but she's pretty sure they exist and that these weekend meltdowns are Quinn's faulty coping mechanism.
"Sweetie, maybe that's the symptom and not the actual problem."
"No, it's definitely the problem." Quinn says it defiantly, sniffling a little with her tears starting to dry, and Tori doesn't dare to hope that it's lucidity she's beginning to see in that turbulent hazel gaze. "I'm not a lesbian." It's spit with such vitriol that Tori recoils, sighing again and looking at Quinn frankly.
"Well be that as it may, you keep doing this every weekend and you're gonna drive yourself crazy." She eyes Quinn warily, looking for acknowledgement. "Something's gotta give, either quit doing it, or figure out why you keep doing it and find some peace, but this has got to stop." Quinn nods and wipes her face, shakily getting to her feet.
"You're right, you're so right, I'm so sorry." She stumbles a little towards the door, cupcake wrapper still gripped between sticky fingers. "I shouldn't be bothering you with my damage, I'm sorry."
Tori can see her eyes welling up again, fresh tears banking for a downpour.
"That's not what I meant..." She starts, but Quinn is already out the door, muttering to herself as she ping pongs down the hallway to her own room.
"I'll never be right for her, and no one else is right for me. It's just how it is."
Tori feels her heart crack for the smart and gorgeous girl dissolving in front of her, wondering absently who the mystery woman could be and why Quinn can't seem to find her happiness.