Without much of a plot to stick to I could literally go on forever with these two D: But I won't and this is sort of a filler to breeze through the summer without missing everything but not writing everything because that would take forever so no. I'm thinking 25 will be the last unless I do an epilogue (let me know if you think I should or you want me to please?) Thanks and enjoy :)
"How much longer til they're supposed to start?" Quinn mumbled quietly into Santana's neck. She, Santana, Rachel and Kurt snuck onto the roof to watch the Fourth of July fireworks without dealing with the crowd. Santana was lying down on a pillow with Quinn curled against her side while Rachel and Kurt sat on the other side of the blanket "dancing" to the music on the radio.
Santana checked her phone, "Probably soon, it's finally getting dark."
Quinn hummed in response and closed her eyes, "Don't let me fall asleep."
"I won't." Santana laughed quietly.
"You two are being boring!" Rachel backhanded Santana's thigh. She had been drinking wine all night and was a tad tipsy.
"Don't ever touch, let alone hit me again, Berry." Santana scowled.
Quinn cracked open one of her eyes to see Rachel frowning at them, "We're supposed to be having fun!" Rachel exclaimed.
"I'm laying with my boo, this is all the fun I need until you two leave us alone." Santana muttered.
Rachel frowned, "Are you saying we're not fun to be around?"
"I'm saying you got mad the last time you saw us having sex so I thought it'd be rude to do it now." Santana explained.
Rachel blinked at her and turned away without saying anything. She hates when they bring that up because it makes her think about it and then she "just can't look" at them. Quinn snorted, "Leave her alone about that."
"Why? I still think its humorous. It will forever be humorous." Santana said.
"Yeah well that wasn't one of my best moments so..." Quinn said.
Santana laughed as the radio announced the fireworks would begin after they played the Star Spangled Banner. Rachel sang along obnoxiously as Quinn and Santana sat up and huddled against each other to watch.
Santana held out her phone, "Selfie time!"
"Noooo!" Quinn tried to turn away.
"Yes!" Santana exclaimed as she pulled Quinn back to her. She put her hand on her opposite cheek to keep her there as she kissed her cheek and took the picture.
Quinn frowned and looked at it as Santana pulled it up. Quinn had a huge smile on her face despite her struggle. Santana laughed, "Your mouth is huge, babe."
Quinn scowled, "You're mean." She said as several booms rang through the sky catching their attention.
Santana poked around on her phone, "I love your oddly large mouth," She grinned as she put it down, "It's precious." She added and kissed her cheek again.
Quinn hummed a disbelieving response as she watched the fireworks across the sky, "These are so much better than the shit fests back at Lima." Santana commented a few minutes in.
"To be fair, Lima is an ant compared to New York City." Kurt said.
"That doesn't mean their fireworks should suck ass." Santana retorted and Kurt just shrugged. Santana's phone starting to vibrate between them caught Quinn's attention finally. She glanced at the screen and saw it was Santana's mom calling.
Santana pursed her lips and glanced at Quinn before picking it up and answering, "Hey, mom." She said casually. Quinn's lips quirked as she faced forward again. She could hear Maribel's voice on the other end of the phone but couldn't make out anything she was saying.
"Seriously?" Santana responded, sounding annoyed. She sighed and stood up and walked in front of them to the other side of the roof. Quinn kept a curious eye on her in her peripheral vision.
"Who is that?" Rachel turned around and asked Quinn.
"Her mom." Quinn shrugged.
"She sounded annoyed is everything okay?" Rachel asked again.
"I don't know, Rachel. I didn't hear what she said." Quinn answered with a sigh. A few minutes later, phone still held up to her ear, Santana turned around with an arm folded across her chest to support her other arm. She was looking back at them, presumably at Quinn. Quinn tilted her head curiously and Santana flashed her a smile even thought it was dark and Quinn could barely see it.
Shortly after, Santana turned around and leaned against the ledge of the roof after she shoved her phone in her back pocket. Quinn frowned and stood up, slowly walking over. She briefly considered stopping and taking a picture of Santana's silhouette and the fireworks seemingly going off around her but her phone camera sucks and she's never been good at catching fireworks.
"Is everything okay?" Quinn asked hesitantly as she slowly walked up beside her.
Santana glanced over at her, "Everything's fine, Q." She reassured.
"You sounded mad or something." Quinn pointed out as she rested her hand in top of Santana's and interlocked the fingers like that.
Santana glanced down at the action, "She," she chuckled quietly, "She saw the picture I put on Instagram and apparently needed to talk to me about it."
"What picture?" Quinn asked curiously.
"Do you have your phone?" Santana asked. Quinn glanced over at her and shook her head. Santana grabbed hers back out of her pocket and handed it to her, "Check."
Quinn frowned at Santana's lock screen which was a picture of her trying to feed a goat at the petting zoo they all went to last month. She had a worried look on her face and was standing as far back as the length of her arm would allow. Santana wouldn't stop laughing at her when she took it, "All the pictures you have and you use that one." Quinn muttered as she swiped her thumb across the screen and started to search for the right app.
"It amuses me. The home screen is my fave though." She said, leaning closer to see what she was doing. Quinn swiped to the side to see what it was.
"We're just kissing." Quinn laughed.
"Yeah well I like kissing you." Quinn grinned as she poked the Instagram icon and waited for it to load.
"Should I be worried if your mother felt the need to call you?" Quinn asked, "Oh my god it wasn't the one you took the other night was it?" Quinn flailed slightly and looked over at her with wide eyes.
Santana gaped at her and put her hand on her phone so Quinn wouldn't knock it off the edge, "Why would I ever do that?"
Quinn relaxed, "I don't know."
Santana rolled her eyes, "You're such a dork sometimes, Jesus."
"Why? I wouldn't put it passed you," Quinn said and Santana scoffed when she started to mock her, "Look at what I'm about to do, bitches. Be jealous."
"The point of bragging about it is for them to not get to see it." Santana pointed out as Quinn navigated her way to Santana's profile.
"Ew why did you post that?" Quinn frowned when she saw the most recent one was the one they just took a few minutes ago.
"It's cute. Open it and read what I said." Santana said quietly.
Quinn picked the phone up so she could she the words better. She saw Santana watching her intently as she read;
Me and my beautiful honey bear waiting for the fireworks here in NYC to start. Best three (four kind of) months of my life. I can't wait to make this next month before she leaves for school again even better. I love you so much, Q.
Quinn smiled at her, "You even liked the month before you asked me to be your girlfriend?"
Santana snorted, "Of course that's the only thing you point out." She said and Quinn shrugged, "As much as I wanted to punch you in the face and make you leave me alone ever since that weekend you came up here, my life has improved significantly since then."
Quinn laughed, "You're welcome?" She said, slightly confused, "But why did your mom call you about it?"
Santana shrugged, "She just wanted to talk about it...us I guess."
Quinn gave her a questioning look so Santana continued, "She thinks I fell too hard, too fast again." She said quietly.
Quinn directed her attention back to the lights flashing across the sky, "I thought she was happy for us and stuff."
"No no, she is...she's just worried about me. She knows I don't usually put myself out there like that for people and she knows the only time I did it didn't go well and..." Santana explained.
"She does know I did pretty much the same as you here, right?" Quinn asked.
Santana shrugged, "I told her I know you and I know that if you weren't in it for the long haul you wouldn't have waited around practically two months, counting right after Valentines Day, for me."
Quinn laughed quietly, "I feel like that's an accurate statement considering I wanted to punch you a majority of that time."
Santana nudged her with her hip, "Everything worked out."
"I love you so much too, San." Quinn smiled and glanced over at her.
"Kiss?" Santana poked her lips out and leaned forward to look at Quinn's face as she turned away.
"No, I'm busy." Quinn said, trying to hold back a smile.
Santana leaned over and brushed Quinn's hair away from her neck before placing a soft kiss under her ear. Quinn shivered and twitched away from her, "I said I'm busy, Santana."
"I wanna get busy." Santana smirked as she leaned into Quinn's side and interlocked their fingers with one hand and wrapped her other around Quinn's arm.
Quinn giggled, "With Kurt and Rachel back there, really?"
"We can give them a show that's worth watching." Santana laughed.
Quinn snorted, "I don't think they would appreciate it."
"Two hot girls having sex in front of them? Who wouldn't enjoy that?" Santana scoffed.
"Obviously Rachel. And Kurt...Neither of which like girls." Quinn said.
"Pft, Berry only got mad because we were doing it on the counter. Ten bucks says she'd be up for a threesome." Santana said.
"Santana!" Quinn hissed, "You're insane."
"It wasn't a suggestion I was merely making a bet with you, calm down." Santana squeezed her arm.
Quinn rolled her eyes, "I'm sure."
"What, you think I wanna sleep with Berry?" Santana scoffed.
Quinn shrugged, "She's hot."
"What!?" Santana pulled away from her and gaped at her.
Quinn blinked and refrained from looking over at her, "You did tell me awhile ago you thought I always had a "lady boner" for her or whatever you said."
"And you denied it." Santana scowled.
"Are you really getting mad because I said Rachel is hot?" Quinn asked, holding back a laugh.
"I work every night, Quinn. I don't know what the fuck you guys do when I leave." Santana said.
"You think I sleep with Rachel when you're at work? Just because I said that?" Quinn scoffed.
"Do you?" Santana asked.
"No!" Quinn said loudly, "You can't tell me you don't think she is." She said pointedly.
"That's not even the point." Santana scoffed.
"Oh my god, you're flipping out because I said she is. Am I not allowed to find other girls attractive?" Quinn asked accusingly.
"Not ones we know" Santana said.
Quinn blinked at her, "You're being ridiculous."
"Quinn, anyone would be better for you than me. We've discussed this before and it worries the shit out of me." Santana said, quieter.
Quinn sighed, "And during said discussions I have told you I disagree with that and even if it was true I don't care." She said, calming herself down too.
"And you're an idiot for that." Santana said.
Quinn snorted and rolled her eyes, "I'm your idiot. Only yours. Not Rachel's, not anyone else's."
"All mine?" Santana asked with a smile playing on the edge of her lips.
"All yours." Quinn grinned.
Santana grinned and sighed as she leaned her head against Quinn's shoulder. They watched they rest of the display standing like that, "Now can I have a kiss?" Santana asked as they watched the last sparks fall.
Quinn snorted and turned her face towards her, "Is it really that important?"
"Yes! I said I like kissing you so just let me." Santana frowned.
Quinn snorted leaned closer to press her lips against Santana's, "Better?" She asked against them.
"Not quite." Santana smirked before letting go of her arm and making her turn her entire body towards her. She threw her hands up around Quinn's neck and pulled her face back to hers, "Now it is." She grinned before connecting their lips again.
They both sighed and leaned into each other as Quinn wrapped her arms tightly around Santana's waist. There was a catcall from Kurt and an "aww" from Rachel. They both smiled as they finally pulled apart.
"Go away!" Santana yelled halfheartedly at them.
"Inside?" Quinn asked quietly.
"Please!" Santana said, grabbing her hand and pulling her back across the roof, "Can you do us a favor and chill up here for awhile?" Santana asked as they walked by.
They glanced at each other, "I guess." Kurt said.
"Thank you!" Santana said and kept pulling Quinn along behind her. Quinn waved at them as they watched with amused looks on their faces.
Santana pulled her through the door and rushed down the stairs to their floor and down the hall. Quinn keeled over slightly to catch her breath as Santana worked to unlock the door, "You need to work on your stamina." Santana commented as she turned the key.
Quinn straightened up and scowled, "My stamina is just fine." She said as she shoved Santana through the door. No sooner than Santana got it closed was her back pushed up against it with Quinn attacking her lips.
She didn't waste any time in responding and immediately pushed her tongue by Quinn's lips. They moaned simultaneously and Quinn reached down to hike one of Santana's legs around her waist, grinding against her. Santana let out a low groan and detached her lips from Quinn's, her head lulling back with a thud against the door. Quinn blinked at her before she moved to her neck, sucking and nipping all the way down.
Santana made a noise somewhere between a disapproving groan and a moan, "I tell you every-fucking, Jesus, time not to leave marks, Fabray." She scolded, "My boss hates it." She struggled to spit out coherently while Quinn continued working on her neck and gently rocking her hips against her.
"But doing this means everyone knows you're not available and they leave you alone." Quinn muttered.
"Fuck, how many times do I have to tell you I want nothing to do with anyone but you." Santana all but whined.
Quinn pulled back and gave her a pointed look. Santana raised an eyebrow and let out a huff of air in frustration, "Would you like me to wear a sign or a shirt, or better yet, get property of Quinn Fabray tattooed on my forehead?"
Quinn scoffed, "You're not my property."
"I'm yours, no matter what you wanna call me." Santana barely whispered.
"You're my girlfriend, I don't own you." Quinn said.
"God why can't you just accept things like they are. I didn't argue with you about you being all mine and it was super sweet. Now you're just interrupting our sexy times," Santana said and Quinn rolled her eyes, "And you do own part of me." She added, staring back into Quinn's eyes just as intensely as Quinn was hers.
"What, your heart?" Quinn smirked.
"I was gonna say my vajayjay but okay." Santana laughed.
Quinn snorted and rested her forehead on Santana's shoulder, "You're ridiculous."
"Okay well, two parts then. My heart and vagina. No one else gets them." Santana said.
"And the rest of you?" Quinn asked, looking back at her again.
"Still all yours." Santana answered, seriously again, "Now stop talking and let me prove it." She smirked as she jumped up and wrapped her other leg around Quinn's waist.
"Quinn, is it safe to come in?" Rachel asked hesitantly outside of their room.
Quinn had been awake for a few minutes and didn't want to disturb Santana who was practically on top of her as she slept. Quinn pursed her lips, "Hang on." She answered quietly and struggled to slip out from under Santana. Her eyes swept over the room for something to throw on. She found a pair of what looked like Santana's shorts and her sweatshirt.
She walked back over to the bed and pulled the blanket up over Santana who shifted slightly in her absence and kissed her forehead. She walked out of the room, almost taking out Rachel who was standing right by the curtain.
"Sorry." Quinn whispered as she reached out to steady her.
Rachel laughed quietly, "It's fine." She said and walked Quinn over to the couch.
"What's up?" Quinn asked as they sat down.
"I was just gonna warn you I'm seeing Shelby today. She's gonna help me prepare for rehearsal and stuff. I remembered what we spoke about before and I was wondering if you changed your mind or wanted to know anything or..?" Rachel explained quietly.
"Oh," Quinn said and thought for a moment, "No, I haven't changed my mind...just, I don't know. Just the rundown of how she is and stuff."
Rachel nodded, "This still isn't easy is it?"
Quinn shook her head, "And I don't know why."
Rachel continued to stare at her, her lips quirked a little bit, "What?" Quinn asked, narrowing her eyes.
"I was just thinking how good the sex hair and tired face looks on you." She said as she struggled not to laugh.
"Ass." Quinn backhanded her arm.
"No, it's a compliment, really. I usually look like a troll." Rachel said.
Quinn blinked at her, "I don't need to think about that."
"Think about it? Quinn I've seen the before sex, the during sex and the after sex with you two okay? How do you think I feel?" Rachel frowned.
Quinn snorted, "I'm assuming it doesn't bother you that much."
"Why?" Rachel asked, confused.
"You complimented how I look right now." Quinn laughed.
Rachel poked out her lips as she thought, "Well you should know by now you always look gorgeous."
Quinn's eyebrows shot up, "Oh really?"
"Well duh, I've told you this several times." Rachel pointed out.
"Pretty is all you've said...and hot that one time." Quinn said.
"Why would I risk my life saying anything else? Santana would think I'm hitting on you and like, smother me in my sleep or something." Rachel said seriously.
Quinn tried to bite back her smirk as she nodded her head slowly, "Interesting."
"What why?" Rachel asked quickly.
"Nothing." Quinn said.
"You're not gonna tell her I said that are you?" Rachel asked, eyes wide.
"Why? Does she have a reason to be mad about it?" Quinn asked.
"What like I'm jealous of her or that I want you?" Rachel scoffed.
"What the fuck are you two talking about?" Santana asked as she groggily stepped out of her room.
Rachel's eyes widened again, "Nothing."
Santana blinked at her, "All I heard you say was you want her."
"I was, no...You didn't hear before that." Rachel defended quickly.
Santana raised an eyebrow, "Why are you getting so defensive?"
"I'm not I just-" Rachel started.
"Everybody knows Q is hot, Berry, its fine." Santana said, surprising them both.
"I didn't even, what?" Rachel said, confused.
"I'm taking a shower," Santana said, ignoring her, "Would you like to join me, Q?"
Quinn laughed at the confused/scandalized look on Rachel's face, "Sure, baby." She said and stood up to walk back to their room.
Santana followed her and they grabbed clothes and stuff for the day before walking out and heading towards the bathroom, "So," Quinn started as she closed the door behind her and sat her stuff down, "What was that about?"
"Well, Berry's voice has a way of carrying and I actually heard the whole conversation so I was just messing with her." Santana answered easily.
"How?" Quinn asked as she combed through her hair.
Santana glanced at her, "She's afraid to say anything like that to you because of me, right? And me being "okay" with it yet not giving her a chance to explain herself is going to drive her crazy."
"So you're over what we argued about last night?" Quinn asked.
Santana looked at her for a moment, "Yeah...but that's kinda why I'm messing with her." She admitted with a smirk.
"You're such an ass to her." Quinn laughed.
"It's one of my favorite past times." Santana shrugged.
Quinn rolled her eyes, "One?"
"Yep," Santana nodded, "Another one is messing around with you." She added as she stepped closer to Quinn.
Quinn put the brush down as she stepped into her, "I don't think I like what you've done to me." She said quietly.
"What?" Santana asked, "Turn you into a crazy sexy time machine?" She smirked.
Quinn pursed her lips, "Precisely."
"Oh please, we barely do it. You're never awake when I get home from work." Santana scoffed.
Quinn rolled her eyes, "Compared to my life before you."
"It was nonexistent." Santana bit back a grin.
"That's not entirely true." Quinn said.
"Don't talk about." Santana said quickly before she pushed Quinn's sweatshirt over her head. Her eyes blatantly scanned over her, Quinn still wasn't used to that, "It's cute how nervous you get when I look at you." Santana commented quietly.
"We can't all be as confident as you." Quinn said before she pulled Santana's shirt off.
"True." She smirked before shimmying her shorts off and walking over to turn the water on. She was singing Come and Get It quietly as she messed with the temperature. Once it was perfect she turned around and signaled for Quinn to come over and get in with her.
This love, will be the death of me. Quinn sang in her head as she walked over to her.
Quinn sat on the couch with Kurt after Santana left for work. They were waiting for Rachel to get back with something to eat when her phone started vibrating on the table. She leaned forward and looked at it and shot Kurt a worried look.
"What who is it?" He asked.
"It's my dad." She said quietly.
"Well don't answer it." He said simply.
She gaped at him, "I can't be an ass to him, Kurt. He's kind of the only resource I have right now."
"Then answer it! I don't know these things." He said sounding frustrated.
She pursed her lips before she picked it up and answered it, "Hello?"
"Good evening, Quinn." He said.
She rolled her eyes at his formality, "Hi, daddy." She said trying to sound cheerful as she cringed.
"Judy says you've spent the summer in New York, how's that going?" He asked. Quinn's eyes widened slightly as she started to panic, when did he talk to her?
"Uh, yeah I am. It's going really well. Lots of fun, I really like it here." She answered calmly.
"Who is it you're staying with?" He asked. Well hell, this is going to go great.
"Rachel, Kurt and Santana. They have a loft here together." She said.
He hummed some sort of response, "Well I hope you're holding up okay." He said and Quinn rolled her eyes because she knows what he was implying.
"I'm fine, daddy." She said through gritted teeth.
"Met any nice boys?" He asked. Jesus.
"Nope." She answered simply.
"Oh? Judy mentioned you were seeing someone."
"Oh, right. We started seeing each other before school let out." Quinn said quickly.
"So he goes to Yale too? Already sounds like a keeper." He said. Quinn could hear the disgusting smile he had on his face in his tone.
Quinn sighed and closed her eyes tightly, "Yeah, he uh, he's amazing."
"Where's he from?"
"Not far from Lima actually." She said and sat back roughly against the back of the couch. Kurt offered her a sympathetic look.
"Oh really? Huh, you'll have to stop by with him on one of your breaks."
"Yeah we'll see." She said, rolling her eyes again.
"What's his name?"
Quinn sighed, is this 20 questions or something? She glanced at Kurt who was watching her curiously, "Adam, his name is Adam." She said and he narrowed her eyes at her. She just shrugged.
She could practically hear the gears turning in his head, "He didn't effect your grades did he?"
Quinn almost scoffed, "No daddy, I still got A's and B's. Just like last semester. And every other semester ever."
"Just making sure. I don't want anything around that could distract you from doing your absolute best at Yale. I'm glad you're finally trying to get your life back together."
Quinn rolled her eyes so hard she thought they could've fallen out of her head, "Me too." Was all she said. Finally trying?
"Well, I was just checking up on you. Making sure it was still worth the money to keep you up there." He said.
Quinn laughed humorlessly, "Understandable. Can't have any more screw ups can we?"
"Absolutely not," He didn't seem to sense the sarcastic tone in her voice, "I was worried when your mother told me who you're staying with."
"Nothing is wrong with them, daddy. They've been my friends for awhile." Quinn said.
"You're life went to hell when you joined that damn glee club with them."
"My life was hell before that, father." She snapped.
"You watch your tone young lady. Your mother and I did everything right for you."
Quinn rolled her eyes again, "Yeah you're right. How could I forget."
"Well I see you still need to work on your attitude but other than that I see no reason why I shouldn't help you another year."
"Yeah, I'm going up there next week to take care of classes and stuff so..." Quinn said, trying to lose the edge in her voice.
"Oh are you?"
"Yeah..." Quinn said cautiously.
"When?"
"Um, Monday or Tuesday." She said.
"Well I'm going to Boston this weekend, maybe I could take a train up and meet you there." He offered.
"Oh no, daddy that's not necessary. It's really just meeting with my adviser and signing up for classes. There wouldn't be any need for you to go." She said quickly.
"Nonsense, I can make a payment while I'm there and get to see my little girl for awhile. Maybe meet...Adam?" He said.
Quinn brought her hand to her face, "He's actually in Ohio so he won't be with me."
"Oh, some other time then. But I'd still like to see you. It's been awhile."
"It certainly has." With good reason.
"I'll see how my schedule is and let you know this weekend."
"Awesome." Quinn said.
"Alright, I'll let you go." He said.
"Okay, bye daddy." She said and they both hung up.
"Jesus Christ." She said as she practically threw her phone on the table.
"That sounded lovely." Kurt said.
Quinn narrowed her eyes at him, "He wants to meet me at Yale when I go next week. And he thinks I'm dating some douche bag named Adam."
"He probably doesn't think he's a douche bag." Kurt pointed out.
"Like I care what he thinks." Quinn rolled her eyes.
"I'm pretty sure you do or you wouldn't have lied to him about five million times." Kurt pointed out, "And if you don't stop rolling your eyes I'm pretty sure they might fall out of your face soon."
Quinn rolled them again, it's like she couldn't stop, "This is stupid."
"What's the big deal? Pretend you're Lucy Q for a few hours and come back home and have tons of sex with Santana. It all cancels out." Kurt said.
"I can't believe how vulgar you are about our sex life." She said with a scowl.
"I'm not vulgar, I'm truthful. But really, what's the big deal?" He asked.
"Santana was gonna go with me, we were gonna hang out by ourselves for awhile." Quinn sighed.
"Take her and then chill when he leaves?" Kurt suggested.
"He doesn't exactly like any of you guys." Quinn pointed out.
Kurt made a look of realization, "Ohh, well..."
"Yeah." Quinn sighed.
"Dinner!" Rachel cheered as she came through the door. Quinn and Kurt watched her bring everything over, "What's wrong, what did I miss?" She asked when she saw them.
"Quinn's father wants to go with her when she goes up to New Haven next week." Kurt explained.
"Oh." Rachel said shortly, "I'm assuming he knows nothing about you these days?"
"Pretty much." Quinn said with a weak smile.
"I think you'll be okay." Rachel smiled as she passed around the food and drinks.
"Yeah right." Quinn mumbled.
"Well Santana always seems to make everything better for you, she was gonna go with you." Rachel said.
Quinn sighed, "Yeah but he's not exactly a fan of hers. Or any of you. He's not exactly happy I'm even staying here."
Rachel frowned, "He's not coming here is he?"
"He said he wanted to meet me there. I'm stupid and mentioned I was going up there and he's like, oh I'm going to Boston this weekend maybe I can meet you up there." Quinn mimicked him.
"Apparently I need to work on my attitude, so I can't exactly just say no I don't wanna see you." She continued.
"Plus he's why you're going there." Rachel sighed.
"Yeah." Quinn sighed too as she took a bite, "Maybe it would be better to just do it instead of waiting. Any other time would be in Lima and then I'd have to find a freakin Adam to bring with me."
"What?" Rachel asked, confused.
"Quinn is apparently dating a nice young man named Adam." Kurt said.
"Oh Quinn." Rachel offered her a sympathetic look.
"You could always just "break up" with him." Kurt said.
"True." Quinn nodded.
"You got in quite the mess didn't you?" Rachel asked.
"My entire life has been a mess." Quinn said with a pointed look.
"Just another hurdle to clear," Kurt said with a reassuring smile, "You've made it this far."
"Barely." Quinn mumbled. God this was going to end up a giant mess no matter what. She was sure of it.
"Whether he likes us or not, we're here for you." Rachel smiled.
"You got this." Kurt added.
"I hope you're right." Quinn sighed.