That's Just Not Me

Put Into Motion PT2

Quinn: POV

I called Marcy. "Come get me."

She was obviously confused. "Lucy?"

"Come get me." I repeated.

"Where are we going?"

"I don't care. I just need to talk. We can get fro-yo for all I care."

"Mmm. Fro-yo. Well I got the kids already."

"You're bringing the kids to glee?"

"Sure. Why not? Mr. Shue shouldn't care. They're not hurting him."

I shrugged before remembering she couldn't see me. "Alright. Just hurry."

We hung up and I waited outside for her. She came pretty quick. I was worried someone would say something about me just standing outside but no one did.

I got in the car and put on my seatbelt. I took a deep breath. "Drive."

She looked at me like she wanted to say something but she just took off. She drove to the nearest fro-yo place and parked.

We got out and got the kids out. We went inside. Marcy took out her phone to answer a text. "You think Merce might want one?"

"One what?" I was distracted.

"A yoghurt." She sent me a look.

"Okay, I'll tell you." I huffed. "Finn has been flirting with me since the twins were born."

If this wasn't so serious, I would have laughed at the long suffering look she had on her face.

"Say something."

"You don't want my opinion."

"Yes, I do!"

"Ignore him."

"I am. But he got to me today. It makes me feel really good when he notices me. And I'm prettier than Rachel. He's just stating a fact."

"Rachel's pretty." She got a testing cup for Beth.

I frowned. "Whose side are you on?"

"Are you saying Fuinn vs. Finchel?"

I thought about it. "Yes and no."

"Neither and yours."

I smiled. "How can it be neither?"

"Finn and Rachel are enough to give anyone an overworking gag reflex and you two are so American and you aren't even American."

"Being American isn't so bad."

"Then why haven't our parents made us citizens?"

"We're going to be eighteen soon. We can do it."

"No thanks. There's a good chance I'm leaving this country."

I giggled. "What has America done to you, Marce?!"

"I have a lot of bad memories here."

I instantly deflated. I was here worried over a guy when she had real problems. "Oh, Marce."

"Don't get weird. I have bad memories everywhere."

"Then where are you going to go?"

"Back to Greece. Everything was perfect there."

"You were two. You don't remember Greece."

"I do, too!" She insisted.

"What do you remember?" I got some yoghurt.