Mercedes knocked loudly on her spare bedroom door, which is where Quinn had been staying ever since her dad came back into town.
"Quuiiiiiiin, time to get up!" Mercedes was overly-cheery, especially for 9am on a Saturday.
"Go away," Quinn shouted, although the sound was muffled as her head was buried in her pillow.
Without giving another warning, Mercedes barged in Quinn's room and shouted "Get up, before I get a jug of ice cold water!" Quinn instantly sat up, knowing Mercedes wasn't playing around. Quinn sleepily rubbed her eyes and frowned at Mercedes.
"What are you doing here so early?"
"I just heard some gossip…" Mercedes swung from side to side and her voice went slightly higher, like she was incredibly excited about something.
"Oh yeah, what's that?" Quinn yawned and nestled herself back into bed.
"That you've got a date," Mercedes sang, getting even more excited by the minute. Quinn sighed and threw the blanket over her head. "You told me all about Santana's vomit-fest last night, but you left out the part you've got a date with Hottie from the bar?! So, I've come in here to wake you up, get you looking hot and make sure you go."
"Make sure I go?"
"I know you Quinn. You'll make up some lame-ass excuse so you can't go, you'll stay at home and eat ice-cream all day. But I know you're gonna regret it this time."
"I won't regret it. Just let me sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!"
"Quinn, you find these perfect guys, and you always find something wrong with them."
"He's not perfect."
"Oh really? What's wrong with him?"
Quinn sat up and again and looked hard at Mercedes. Her brain was searching for reasons, but she couldn't think of any. After a blank look from Quinn, Mercedes gave her an 'I told you so!' look and smiled.
"There's gotta be something wrong with him! There's no such thing as 'the perfect guy'."
"For you there might be. And this could be him. Now get up, fatass, we've gotta sexify you."
Mercedes pulled the duvet of Quinn and opened up her wardrobes.
"Ew, ew, ew, ew, no way, ew, ew, did you borrow this from my Grandma? Ew, ew, ew," Quinn sighed and sat up, yawning.
"Booyah!" Mercedes shouted as she pulled out a summery flowery dress and threw it at Quinn.
"Why are you making me do this?" Quinn whined.
"Because I know you secretly want to, but you just don't want to admit it…"
"No I don't!"
"Really? Then why'd you agree to it?"
Quinn gave Mercedes an evil stare, before walking off to freshen up.
"How do I look?" Quinn twirled in front of Mercedes. She was wearing a blur of autumn colours, all which complimented her skin tone breathtakingly. Her long blonde hair was pushed back with a headband and fell effortlessly over her slim shoulders. Mercedes spent an hour doing here make-up, insisting she had to look her best. After deciding on a pair of plain black heels, she was ready to go.
"Now, text me if you're not coming home tonight, then text me the details, ok?" Mercedes directed as she handed Quinn her phone to put in her small clutch bag.
"Believe me, I'll probably be home in an hour."
"Keep telling yourself that…"
Quinn rolled her eyes, before saying goodbye to Mercedes' parents and heading out the door. Mercedes had already done the liberty of texting Puck, a text that Quinn wasn't happy with. "Hey bby, I'm ready xxx". But the text was already sent, and all Quinn could do was growl at Mercedes seconds after she sent it. Quinn gracefully bounced down the stairwell, each step bringing more butterflies to her stomach.
After finally opening the main door, she saw the same black car that saved her from the unbelievable rain that night.
"Wow." Puck's jaw dropped open as she climbed into the passenger seat.
"Yeah, yeah. Just drive." She told him as she pulled her seatbelt on. He shrugged his shoulders and immediately started the car.
"Well, I can tell you're excited about this." He mumbled sarcastically.
But what he didn't realise was... She actually was.