don't wanna miss a single thing, [ seth + quinn ]

[seth hall]

This was the second time in my life that I’d attended a new school. The first time was years ago, or so it seemed, making the switch to Carmel High; immediately, I didn’t fit in. Granted, Carmel wasn’t exactly like other schools. I had a handful of friends, of course, but the top dogs were Vocal Adrenaline and they were far from friendly. Well, the majority of them, anyways. I didn’t miss Carmel, not really. I missed a few particular people, of course, such as my good friend Alex (but we always talked, and I babysat for him a lot) and Emily, who I probably shouldn’t miss. After all, we broke up over a month ago, but she was my first real… Anything. It hurt that she cheated on me, don’t get me wrong, and I can’t for the life of me understand why she did it; we had something great going. And that was what I was dwelling on. The lack of something to wrap my arms around was killing me, and while I’m sure I could find a plethora of suitors (and, if all else failed, Alex was up for a good cuddle… Not that I was gay, or anything, contrary to popular belief), something about Emily just kept my heart at bay. And so, as it stood, I was finding it difficult to put my heart and soul into a superior school such as McKinley (as far as social standards were concerned, as far as I could tell) when those two rather important aspects of myself were back in Akron, no doubt happy elsewhere.

Story of my life.

This aspect in particular was weighing heavily in on my mood. I should have just gone to find one of the few friends I’d already made at William McKinley High School. Or, hell. I should have gone home. It was after school hours and I had no business being where I was, but really, I didn’t want to go be among stacks of unpacked boxes. I couldn’t understand why this whole thing was getting to me now, but really, if anything could bug me it would be that; I was, overall, a pretty optimistic, happy-go-lucky kind of guy. I had reasons to be happy that far outweighed the reasons not to be. My sister was, at least for the moment, cancer-free, which was what permitted us to move up to Lima in the first place. That was what I should be focused on. But frankly, my mind continued to wander back to that lovely little blonde who was probably practicing some intense Vocal Adrenaline routine. And then, I can imagine that she’d spend her breaks texting me, probably telling me about the new advisor that took over for Shelby Corcoran. But I guessed she was doing that with someone else, now. Probably wearing someone else’s necklace. Perhaps whatever guy she cheated on me with -- I never cared to ask who it was. I hoped she was happy, but not in any sort of sarcastic way. She deserved the best, but apparently, I wasn’t able to give her that.

I couple of people passed me and I didn’t bother offering them a friendly smile. Instead, I shoved my hands deeper into my pockets as I lurked the halls of the school I’d been attending for approximately a week, now, still trying to accommodate myself with all of the twists and turns of the school. I began, then, to consider all of the women I’d come in contact with this past week. I was distracted, then, by my arrival at the gym.

And to think, I’d been skipping out on P.E. just because I couldn’t find the damn room.

I bit my lip and took a few steps in, my gaze sweeping the floor. It was empty, aside from a lone basketball off in the corner. I hesitated, due to my lack of enjoying physical activity, then decided to grab it anyways. I couldn’t be too bad. I was, after all, six foot three; that had to give me some advantage, right? I dribbled it over to stand in front of the hoop, then took a shot, frowning as it missed by a hair and hit the backboard, ricocheting off in a direction -- I was too lazy to get it. Instead, I sauntered over to the bleachers, ascending them until I reached the top, then sat down.

This would do.

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[quinnfabray]

remember the name
THIS IS TEN PERCENT LUCK, TWENTY PERCENT SKILL
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FIFTEEN PERCENT CONCENTRATED POWER OF WILL

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FIVE PERCENT PLEASURE, FIFTY PERCENT PAIN !
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HUNDRED PERCENT REASON TO REMEMBER THE NAME

[QUINN FABRAY]

It had been a long summer . The past year and a half was the best and worst time of my life. I lost absolutely everything a person could lose- my family, my home, my faith, popularity, spot on the cheerleading team, my boyfriend, and my friends. I was alone and miserable and I deserved it, and I had a child on the way. But then something magical happened: Glee Club. It was unexpected, obviously. But then again, who would have ever guessed that the captain of the Cheerios would get pregnant at sixteen? A lot of things had changed. I realized I wasn’t alone and I did have friends that came from the most unexpected place. The gleeks had taken me in without a second thought even after all the hell I’d put them through for the simple reason that they were good people. I knew, had the roles been reversed, I wouldn’t be able to say the same thing for myself. I think Jesus everyday that I have them in my life and, by some miracle, they keep sticking around. I don’t know where I would be without them.

The summer had been pretty laid back. I decided to move back home with my mother after seeing her again at Regionals. Things were tense still, but I couldn’t impose on Mercedes and her family any more and I wanted to give my mother a chance. She promised that things would be different now that my father was out of the picture and since the divorce had come out well in her favor we were able to keep the house and remain very well off. We didn’t talk all the time and most of our conversations were tense and awkward, but we were both trying and there had been no blowups yet so I considered that a small victory in its own right.

Beth was gone and I hadn’t talked to Puck much since then. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that exactly. On one hand I knew seeing him again would bring back all the memories of Beth even strong than I already experienced them, but I also couldn’t help but miss him. I wasn’t sure why, but he’d made an impact on me and I had the feeling that wouldn’t change soon.

Now it was a week into the new school year and I couldn’t handle lunch today. I knew for a fact Puck and I had the same lunch period and I’d seen him hanging around Rachel Berry often, which was weird. I knew they dated once upon a time for about a week, but whatever. I also couldn’t deal with Kurt and Mercedes arguing over the new episode of Gossip Girl and Lindsey’s latest scandal or Tina and Artie making goo-goo eyes at each other. I loved them dearly, don’t get me wrong, but I hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep last night and was missing Beth and today was just no in the mood. I dropped my books in my locker and headed off, not paying any attention to where my feet were taking me. I found myself in front of the gym and sighed. I was still in the process of convincing Coach Sylvester to let me back on the cheerleading squad. Pushing open the heavy doors I looked up at the high ceiling and closed my eyes, remembering the feeling of flying high above the crowd. Back then my only worry had been about perfecting my landing and finding a dress for the homecoming days.

A lot had changed indeed.




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words; i don't feel like counting them. so let's just say a lot.
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[seth hall]

As the door to the gym opened, I jumped and scrambled back to a higher bench, as though that would help conceal me any. I didn’t know if I was supposed to be there or not. I mean, I didn’t think there was a law about lurking in the gymnasium, but I heard tell that Sue Sylvester claimed the floor for most of the time and, while I had never met her personally, I’d heard horror stories and she didn’t sound very pleasant. I wasn’t a really brave guy. On the contrary, I was sort of a wuss and for that reason, I had already made a resolution to avoid her at all costs.

But much to my surprise, a smaller, more gentle-looking girl walked in. I focused my attention and realized that it was Quinn Fabray. I had never met her in person, but we’d spoken on the internet and we started to text every now and again. It wasn’t a common friendship that would constitute as anything… I don’t know, close, but we talked and we knew enough to where we were sure we’d get along with each other. I’d gathered some knowledge about her over the past week, too. How she used to be a bitch, head cheerleader, and had that taken away from her when she got pregnant. But she didn’t seem like the kind of person who’d do any of that. I mean, she changed, as far as what I could see. She seemed really incredibly sweet, and pretty, definitely pretty. Even though we'd never spoken (I wasn't sure if she'd put my name to a face yet or not), I'd seen her around the school and she was definitely pretty. She had that blond hair that you just wanted to run your fingers through, and that face that you just wanted to plant butterfly kisses all over, and those eyes that you just wanted to look at all the time. I thought a lot of girls were pretty but she was definitely one of the prettiest; she had a great mix of 'stunning' and 'adorable' that you just wanted to hold all night long.

But hey, I should probably meet her in person before I start going off with fantasies, shouldn't I? She wasn't Megan Fox. It wasn't as though I had to admire from afar. I liked making friends.

With a smile, I pulled out my phone and found her name in my contacts. "Hey, Quinn, look to your left, and then look up." I chuckled lightly as it sent, pocketing my phone again and smiling while I waited for her to turn around.

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[quinnfabray]

remember the name
THIS IS TEN PERCENT LUCK, TWENTY PERCENT SKILL
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FIFTEEN PERCENT CONCENTRATED POWER OF WILL

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FIVE PERCENT PLEASURE, FIFTY PERCENT PAIN !
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HUNDRED PERCENT REASON TO REMEMBER THE NAME

[QUINN FABRAY]

I missed a lot about my old life. The past year had changed me quite a bit, for the better I knew, and I had grown as a person because of it. And I wouldn't have given up the experience of meeting my daughter for anything in the world. But I missed the simplicity of last year. Things were so much easier when all I had to worry about was myself. If I was okay then life was great. Now I was concerned with a lot of other people. Mercedes, Kurt, Tina, Brittany, the rest of the gleeks. And Beth, always Beth. Was she okay? Was she happy? Was Shelby making sure that she smiled all the time and that her laughter was a constant sound filling their tiny apartment? Did she have enough toys and was she eating okay? Flu season was coming up, how was her health? Deep down I knew she was fine, I fully trusted Shelby to raise her into the best she could be. But still. You couldn't really blame me could you?

This is why I needed to cheer again. I needed something to take my mind off of everything and focus on something I could actually control. As soon as I saw Coach Sylvester next, I was going to confront her and demand my spot back as Captain. I'd been working out so I knew I was physically ready. And emotionally, well, things could only go up from here.

Feeling a small buzz in my pocket I pulled out my phone, preparing for a lengthy text from Kurt on why I was skipping lunch. To my surprise, it wasn't Kurt but Seth Hall, the boy I'd met online and apparently went to school with as of just recently.

"Hey, Quinn, look to your left, and then look up."

I frowned at the weird request but did as instructed. Low ans behold, there he was sitting at the top of the bleachers. I smiled and held up a hand to wave briefly before making my way over and climbing up to sit beside him. "So we finally meet in person." I said, taking large notice to how cute he was. His eyes were warm and inviting, and he looked very simple, charming, and easygoing. Just what I needed. "I'm Quinn Fabray, it's nice to formally meet you." I wasn't sure if I should hug him, but a handshake seemed weird so instead I just smiled and waited to see what he would do. Boys were supposed to make the first move after all, right?


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words; i don't feel like counting them. so let's just say a lot.
credit; framing daylight @ caution.

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