Quinn woke up in the morning and smiled when she remembered the previous nights events. But then a shiver rolls down her spine and her eyes snap open, she realises that she's alone. He left.
She looks around the room trying to find a note but there isn't one in sight. He just left. He really didn't care about her.
She picks up her phone and sees that she has over twenty miss calls from Santana. She decides to call the girl back.
'Thank god you're alive!' Santana exclaims. 'Where did you go last night?'
'I had a migraine.' She lied. 'I'm sorry for leaving without telling you.'
'Are you okay?' The Latina asked carefully. 'You sound sad.'
'I'm fine.' She lied through gritted teeth.
'Look Q, if this is about Puck-'
'It's not.'
'Quinn, he wants you, you want him. Just let yourself be happy. Screw what anyone thinks.'
Quinn bit down on her lips. 'I-I have to go. I'll call you later.' The blonde lied and threw her phone across the room.
If he wanted her, why would he leave in the middle of the night without saying goodbye? Like she was just another one of his one night stands.
The thought makes her stomach turn and the next thing she knows she's running to the bathroom and she throws up.
She wants to shut out the world for the whole day. She avoids Santana's calls and Finns texts. She waits for Puck to call her, to leave her with some sort of explanation to why he left without saying goodbye. But the call never comes.
They really are over. For good this time.
She feels awful so she decides to take a nap, but
She wakes up a few hours later feeling the hell. But she needs to go to the mall to pick up her prom dress. Santana picks her up and the pair go to the mall.
'Quinn I mean this in the nicest way possible but you look like crap.'
'Thanks.' Quinn scoffed. 'I told you, I'm fine.'
'If you say so.'
A short ride later the girls arrived at the mall. They make their way to the dress shop and pick up their dresses. Santana couldn't help but notice how down the blonde was.
'Come on Q, lighten up.' She nudged her. 'We've been talking about prom for the last ten years.'
'I'm excited.' Quinn tells her, convincing nobody.
'Sure.' Santana said sarcastically. 'Are you sure this isn't about-'
'Don't say his name.' Quinn said. 'I don't want to talk about it.'
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The princess and the player
FanfictionIt's simple. She's the princess, the perfect girl. He's the player, the juvenile delinquent. She shouldn't want him, he could have anyone he wants. But they are both addicted to the chase. Obviously I don't own glee. If I did it would 99% quick and...
