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[Glee] adorn yourself accordingly (Quinn/Tina)
Title: adorn yourself accordingly
Fandom: Glee
Length: 983 words
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
glee_anon: Quinn/Tina. Quinn (putting the Fail in Failbray, as always) tries to be goth so Tina notices her.
Pairing: Quinn/Tina; past Sam/Quinn mentioned
Other: n/a
Excerpt: It was almost subtle at first - some darker lipstick, and then more charcoal greys in her wardrobe. After a while Quinn took to sighing whenever Tina was around, trying to convey her disdain for life.
It was almost subtle at first - some darker lipstick, and then more charcoal greys in her wardrobe. After a while Quinn took to sighing whenever Tina was around, trying to convey her disdain for life. She bought a ruffly skirt and wore it with a pretty white blouse because it matched, but then decided that a dark tie made it more gothic. She experimented with cat's eye style in her eyeliner. One daring weekend, she put temporary red streaks in her hair and went to the study party that Tina was hosting in hopes of passing honors English. She'd gotten plenty of compliments, and a few confused looks, but Tina didn't say anything. Her own mother had plenty to say about dying hair and God's look for his people, which was apparently conservative middle-class or a skimpy cheerleading uniform. Quinn said something about her mother dying her greys and escaped to her room. She pulled off the arm cuff and the giant skull ring that she'd borrowed from Puck.
(In order to convince him to let her borrow it, she had to tell him the whole story about this awful and embarrassing crush on Tina Cohen-Chang, and swear him to secrecy, and threaten him with revealing some of his parole-breaking habits, and even then, she had to promise to kiss Tina in front of Puck at least once, assuming that her seduction worked.
Urgh, boys.)
She was sitting there on her bed, head in hands, uncertain of what to do next. She was Quinn Fabray - she had boys falling all over her and she didn't even have to try. Why was it so hard to attract the attention of one quiet girl? Should she give in and watch The Nightmare Before Christmas so they could have something to talk about together? Clothes were one thing, but she wasn't going to go full-on devil-baiting unless she had to.
The phone rang and she answered it without looking up from her despair.
"This is Quinn," she mumbled.
"Um, Quinn?"
Quinn sat up straight so quickly that she knocked her head back against the wall. She knew that voice - she'd dreamed about that voice and its owner, in a PG-13 manner, because her imagination always seemed to fail before the actual sex act. She'd watched the porn Puck had lent her (he was fast becoming what he called a "lesbro" and she called "really annoying, but sort of sweet"). But when it came to applying those acrobatics to her own life, she wasn't really sure how the transition would work.
"Oww," Quinn said under her breath, fingering the bruise.
"Quinn?" Tina repeated.
"Yes!" Quinn answered quickly. "Ah, yes. Hi. ...Tina, right?" She was trying not to sound too eager. But maybe she should? So Tina would get the idea? She cursed in her mind, but couldn't take the casual tone back.
"Yeah," Tina said, and then she paused; an uncomfortable silence began to fill the space between them. In the background, Quinn could hear rock music playing really quietly. Tina was probably in her bedroom. In her bedroom, alone, talking to Quinn - oh my.
"I know this might sound weird," Tina said suddenly, interrupting the quiet moment, "but um. Puck called me after you left and gave me your number. He said -- well, we've all kind of noticed... that is... Quinn, are you okay?"
"I..." Quinn began, both thanking and cursing Puck in turns. "Why do you ask?"
"You've been kinda dark lately, Quinn," Tina said. "You usually wear all those pretty sundresses. And now you're quiet, and wearing black. I thought... I don't know. Are you sure you're fine?"
Tina had noticed! She really had! Except... except that wasn't how this was supposed to go at all. Quinn sighed heavily into the phone.
Tina sounded worried. "Do you want to talk about it? I mean. I guess maybe you'd rather talk to Mercedes or your mom or -- or someone else -- I think Puck picked me because I dress like a goth or something, so I should be good at mourning. He said."
"No, no, no," Quinn said hurriedly. "No, I'd love to talk to you. I'd really love it."
She got up and rested her phone in the crook of her shoulder, pulling open her closet and looking for her favorite dress, which she'd pushed to the back.
"We could meet at McDonald's," Tina offered, sounding a little more relieved. "I like to people-watch there. And sometimes I draw."
Quinn didn't think that anyone at McDonald's was worth doodling stick figures of, much less full sketches. But she kept that thought to herself. "Sure, that would be great. Twenty minutes?" She reconsidered, fumbling through her makeup bag. "Half an hour?"
"That's fine," Tina said.
"I'm buying you a shake or something," Quinn said quickly. "For helping me out." And if she bought, it was kind of like a date, right? Just a little? Except probably both parties had to know for it to be a date. Or they'd have to agree, like she and Sam had agreed that one time before she realized blond just wasn't her thing.
"You don't have to," Tina said.
"I want to," Quinn said firmly. She hoped Tina couldn't tell that she was changing. The idea that she could stopped Quinn in mid-movement. She nearly fell over, leg half-out of her skirt, and had to grab the bedpost for balance. Her phone fell and skidded across the floor. She went after it.
"Quinn?" Tina was saying uncertainly.
"I'll see you in a little while, okay?" Quinn said. She knew that she was smiling too wide and she ignored it. No one else was here to see.
"Okay," Tina said. "In a little while."
She hung up, and Quinn Fabray spent the next twenty minutes hurriedly transforming back into herself.
After all, Tina liked her that way.
Fandom: Glee
Length: 983 words
Prompt:
glee_anon: Quinn/Tina. Quinn (putting the Fail in Failbray, as always) tries to be goth so Tina notices her.Pairing: Quinn/Tina; past Sam/Quinn mentioned
Other: n/a
Excerpt: It was almost subtle at first - some darker lipstick, and then more charcoal greys in her wardrobe. After a while Quinn took to sighing whenever Tina was around, trying to convey her disdain for life.
It was almost subtle at first - some darker lipstick, and then more charcoal greys in her wardrobe. After a while Quinn took to sighing whenever Tina was around, trying to convey her disdain for life. She bought a ruffly skirt and wore it with a pretty white blouse because it matched, but then decided that a dark tie made it more gothic. She experimented with cat's eye style in her eyeliner. One daring weekend, she put temporary red streaks in her hair and went to the study party that Tina was hosting in hopes of passing honors English. She'd gotten plenty of compliments, and a few confused looks, but Tina didn't say anything. Her own mother had plenty to say about dying hair and God's look for his people, which was apparently conservative middle-class or a skimpy cheerleading uniform. Quinn said something about her mother dying her greys and escaped to her room. She pulled off the arm cuff and the giant skull ring that she'd borrowed from Puck.
(In order to convince him to let her borrow it, she had to tell him the whole story about this awful and embarrassing crush on Tina Cohen-Chang, and swear him to secrecy, and threaten him with revealing some of his parole-breaking habits, and even then, she had to promise to kiss Tina in front of Puck at least once, assuming that her seduction worked.
Urgh, boys.)
She was sitting there on her bed, head in hands, uncertain of what to do next. She was Quinn Fabray - she had boys falling all over her and she didn't even have to try. Why was it so hard to attract the attention of one quiet girl? Should she give in and watch The Nightmare Before Christmas so they could have something to talk about together? Clothes were one thing, but she wasn't going to go full-on devil-baiting unless she had to.
The phone rang and she answered it without looking up from her despair.
"This is Quinn," she mumbled.
"Um, Quinn?"
Quinn sat up straight so quickly that she knocked her head back against the wall. She knew that voice - she'd dreamed about that voice and its owner, in a PG-13 manner, because her imagination always seemed to fail before the actual sex act. She'd watched the porn Puck had lent her (he was fast becoming what he called a "lesbro" and she called "really annoying, but sort of sweet"). But when it came to applying those acrobatics to her own life, she wasn't really sure how the transition would work.
"Oww," Quinn said under her breath, fingering the bruise.
"Quinn?" Tina repeated.
"Yes!" Quinn answered quickly. "Ah, yes. Hi. ...Tina, right?" She was trying not to sound too eager. But maybe she should? So Tina would get the idea? She cursed in her mind, but couldn't take the casual tone back.
"Yeah," Tina said, and then she paused; an uncomfortable silence began to fill the space between them. In the background, Quinn could hear rock music playing really quietly. Tina was probably in her bedroom. In her bedroom, alone, talking to Quinn - oh my.
"I know this might sound weird," Tina said suddenly, interrupting the quiet moment, "but um. Puck called me after you left and gave me your number. He said -- well, we've all kind of noticed... that is... Quinn, are you okay?"
"I..." Quinn began, both thanking and cursing Puck in turns. "Why do you ask?"
"You've been kinda dark lately, Quinn," Tina said. "You usually wear all those pretty sundresses. And now you're quiet, and wearing black. I thought... I don't know. Are you sure you're fine?"
Tina had noticed! She really had! Except... except that wasn't how this was supposed to go at all. Quinn sighed heavily into the phone.
Tina sounded worried. "Do you want to talk about it? I mean. I guess maybe you'd rather talk to Mercedes or your mom or -- or someone else -- I think Puck picked me because I dress like a goth or something, so I should be good at mourning. He said."
"No, no, no," Quinn said hurriedly. "No, I'd love to talk to you. I'd really love it."
She got up and rested her phone in the crook of her shoulder, pulling open her closet and looking for her favorite dress, which she'd pushed to the back.
"We could meet at McDonald's," Tina offered, sounding a little more relieved. "I like to people-watch there. And sometimes I draw."
Quinn didn't think that anyone at McDonald's was worth doodling stick figures of, much less full sketches. But she kept that thought to herself. "Sure, that would be great. Twenty minutes?" She reconsidered, fumbling through her makeup bag. "Half an hour?"
"That's fine," Tina said.
"I'm buying you a shake or something," Quinn said quickly. "For helping me out." And if she bought, it was kind of like a date, right? Just a little? Except probably both parties had to know for it to be a date. Or they'd have to agree, like she and Sam had agreed that one time before she realized blond just wasn't her thing.
"You don't have to," Tina said.
"I want to," Quinn said firmly. She hoped Tina couldn't tell that she was changing. The idea that she could stopped Quinn in mid-movement. She nearly fell over, leg half-out of her skirt, and had to grab the bedpost for balance. Her phone fell and skidded across the floor. She went after it.
"Quinn?" Tina was saying uncertainly.
"I'll see you in a little while, okay?" Quinn said. She knew that she was smiling too wide and she ignored it. No one else was here to see.
"Okay," Tina said. "In a little while."
She hung up, and Quinn Fabray spent the next twenty minutes hurriedly transforming back into herself.
After all, Tina liked her that way.