quinn.

                    Joining the others in New York before Thanksgiving had even rolled round had been something of a last minute decision. The costume party and karaoke night they had hosted the other night had been, admittedly, WILD, a word that Quinn would never usually use when it came to describing her old classmates. So much alcohol, her head had been positively BANGING when she woke up the next morning, but she supposed that was a part of the fun. Everybody at Yale had been so serious lately, forgetting the fact that he was the start of the holiday season. Some part of her can’t quite comprehend it, but it probably has something to do with their dreaded mid-terms. It’s been a killer for the past two years or so.

                    ❝  What movies do you have??  ❞      Brow quirks, hazel eyes flickering towards the shelf full of DVDs beside their television set. If he suggests a musical, she might just throw herself off the balcony, but she smiles politely, shuffles a couple of inches closer to him and TUCKS herself beneath her corner of the blanket.      ❝  Because if I have to sit through another round of  ‘  One Day More  ‘  I don’t know how I would be able to survive.  ❞

One arm casually wrapped itself in a loose hold around Quinn’s shoulders to let her scoot as comfortably close as she wanted to. Honestly–and it might be silly for him to feel this way–but feeling her inch nearer and be comfortable enough to do that with him made him feel good inside.  Quinn was always someone he looked up to.  Even admired for the strength she had to get through everything life threw at her and still come out shining.  They were friends.  Definitely friends.  But she was always someone he handled carefully.  Respecting her distance was important to him because so often others–good intentions aside–never seemed to realize when not to.  Her sometimes quiet and her sometimes not so quiet was okay with him.  He UNDERSTOOD more than she might know.

Now that they were under a blanket on the couch and she was close, though?  Blaine couldn’t wipe the light smile off his lips. Leaning over–he grabbed the remote from the table and offered it over instead of taking over menu surfing.  “How about we play it safer and let you pick? That’s the polite thing to do anyway.  I mean–you might get stuck with superheros or something way too black and white and old if I’m in charge?  The DVD rack isn’t going to help.  Those are mostly Rachel’s and Kurt’s and we both know what that means.”