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Combat (Quinn/Tina)
Title: Combat
Fandom: Glee
Length: 383 words
Prompt: I vote for sub-stories pertaining to the aforementioned shoe-shopping, food poisioning and couch naps PLZ <3 for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Pairing: slight Quinn/Tina
Other: A missing scene (the shoe-shopping!) from Freedom Lived; if you're reading it individually just note that Quinn has been staying with Tina due to baby drama.
Excerpt: Tina takes her to buy shoes that don't feel like they're slowly squeezing her feet to death.
Tina takes her to buy shoes that don't feel like they're slowly squeezing her feet to death. Quinn had never realized that every part of you grew when you were having a baby. Except maybe her arms; they were as lean as ever, but she felt like the Tyrannosaurus in that kiddie Pixar film they'd watched two weeks ago. "I have a a big head (a big everything, Quinn thinks) and little arms. I'm just not sure how well this plan was thought through."
Tina's plan was thought through, though. She took Quinn to Sears and ignored the stares of the saleslady, who clearly thought that Tina should have stayed in Hot Topic, and when Quinn decided to get an attitude in return, they both fled, giggling like little girls who had done more than insult a salesperson. They paused outside a thrift store for Quinn to put her old shoes back on (wincing). When she looked up again, she mentally compared the store displays to Tina's wardrobe, and then linked arms with the Asian girl and pulled her in.
It smelled strange in here. She'd been in thrift stores a couple of times when her mom had bags of donations to drop off, but this was almost more of an organic smell than a used-clothing smell. Quinn wrinkled her nose. Tina leaned over and whispered in her ear, her dark hair tangling with Quinn's blonde.
"I think it's incense." She lifted her eyebrows. "I think."
Quinn walked out of there with her first pair of scuffed-up combat boots, feeling oddly proud of herself. Why shouldn't she wear them? She felt like she was walking into war every day. Plus, Tina was right. They were totally comfortable.
When they got home (after a more "normal" pair of shoes had been purchased from a local Pay-Less, for backup purposes), Quinn kicked off her old shoes with a groan of satisfaction and stepped into the combat boots. With a little careful maneuvering, she was able to tie them (that sort of thing wouldn't be happening for much longer, though). She clicked her heels together and looked at Tina.
"Where am I supposed to wear these?"
Tina giggled. "To life, I suppose," she answered. "You look cute."
Quinn smiled.
Fandom: Glee
Length: 383 words
Prompt: I vote for sub-stories pertaining to the aforementioned shoe-shopping, food poisioning and couch naps PLZ <3 for
xbirdseyeviewxPairing: slight Quinn/Tina
Other: A missing scene (the shoe-shopping!) from Freedom Lived; if you're reading it individually just note that Quinn has been staying with Tina due to baby drama.
Excerpt: Tina takes her to buy shoes that don't feel like they're slowly squeezing her feet to death.
Tina takes her to buy shoes that don't feel like they're slowly squeezing her feet to death. Quinn had never realized that every part of you grew when you were having a baby. Except maybe her arms; they were as lean as ever, but she felt like the Tyrannosaurus in that kiddie Pixar film they'd watched two weeks ago. "I have a a big head (a big everything, Quinn thinks) and little arms. I'm just not sure how well this plan was thought through."
Tina's plan was thought through, though. She took Quinn to Sears and ignored the stares of the saleslady, who clearly thought that Tina should have stayed in Hot Topic, and when Quinn decided to get an attitude in return, they both fled, giggling like little girls who had done more than insult a salesperson. They paused outside a thrift store for Quinn to put her old shoes back on (wincing). When she looked up again, she mentally compared the store displays to Tina's wardrobe, and then linked arms with the Asian girl and pulled her in.
It smelled strange in here. She'd been in thrift stores a couple of times when her mom had bags of donations to drop off, but this was almost more of an organic smell than a used-clothing smell. Quinn wrinkled her nose. Tina leaned over and whispered in her ear, her dark hair tangling with Quinn's blonde.
"I think it's incense." She lifted her eyebrows. "I think."
Quinn walked out of there with her first pair of scuffed-up combat boots, feeling oddly proud of herself. Why shouldn't she wear them? She felt like she was walking into war every day. Plus, Tina was right. They were totally comfortable.
When they got home (after a more "normal" pair of shoes had been purchased from a local Pay-Less, for backup purposes), Quinn kicked off her old shoes with a groan of satisfaction and stepped into the combat boots. With a little careful maneuvering, she was able to tie them (that sort of thing wouldn't be happening for much longer, though). She clicked her heels together and looked at Tina.
"Where am I supposed to wear these?"
Tina giggled. "To life, I suppose," she answered. "You look cute."
Quinn smiled.