Phone Call || Quinn

Puck: I almost killed myself in her house, Quinn. [He rubbed a hand over his face.] She let me move in to try and help and I still... She doesn't get it, okay? I tried to explain shit to her and it didn't do any good.
Quinn: Okay. [blows out a long breath.] I just want us all to get past this. I can't really force anything, though, so. Just... I'm not going anywhere and she and I are attached. She'll be around. She'll /come/ around.

Phone Call || Quinn

Puck: I've been weird all year, Quinn. [He sighs.] It's nothing, alright? It's done.
Quinn: [grinned a little because she didn't want this to be /too/ serious.] Who are you kidding? You've always been a little weird. It's true we've all changed, though, but honestly if you think you can passively aggressively turn me into your message bearer, I'd suggest you tell me what's up.
Puck: I'm not trying to be passive aggressive. I just...wanted to say congrats, but the last time we talked, she made it pretty clear that she'd given up with me. I figured texting her was a bad idea.
Quinn: Oh. Well, okay. I'll let her know you said as much. But Puck? Texting her would be smart. She doesn't /actually/ give up on people, she just gets angry and says things. I'm not saying she doesn't mean them, at the time, but later on she's... you're her friend and that's real and she isn't going to completely revoke it because you're having a rough time. She might just need a step back. [she shrugged.] And what's the worse that can happen if you text her? She doesn't reply? At least she'll still see it in your own words.

Text || Quinntana

S: Q, seriously. The school name only matters to my dad. All that matters to me is figuring out what I want to do with my life and having you there with me while I figure it out.
S: Nah, I'd hate to inflate that ego anymore than it already is.
S: I envy her head and how she comes up with all those schemes. She's quick, that one.
S: Glad someone likes the twins. House to yourself? I'm guessing you want company? And that we shouldn't tell your mom about what I'm going to do to you on one of her kitchen counters?
Q: Yeah but if they're gonna pay you to do it...
Q: My ego is perfectly sized, thank you very much.
Q: She really is. I'm not sure I envy her lack of ethics, though.
Q: Of course I do. I have a healthy appreciation for them, just not enough one-on-two time with them. Yes I want company and no I do not want to spell it out for my mom.
Q: The kitchen counter?

Phone Call || Quinn

Puck: It's alright. Not great, but... I'm dealing. I... [He stopped himself, words away from bringing up his last trip to the hospital. Right. As if that would go well. He'd already lost Santana.] You're probably with Santana or whatever, so I'll let you go. Just... She probably doesn't care, but tell her I said congrats to her too, okay?
Quinn: [sighs] I'm not with her right now, actually. You're acting weird. So there will be no hanging up. Just get talking. What's going on?
Puck: I've been weird all year, Quinn. [He sighs.] It's nothing, alright? It's done.
Quinn: [grinned a little because she didn't want this to be /too/ serious.] Who are you kidding? You've always been a little weird. It's true we've all changed, though, but honestly if you think you can passively aggressively turn me into your message bearer, I'd suggest you tell me what's up.

Phone Call || Quinn

Puck: [was tempted to ask why she thought Finn wouldn't be going with him, but he left it alone, sighing.] I don't know. Shit's just...different now. [His voice lowered.] S'my fault.
Quinn: [sighs] Yes, it is. It's not your fault. I haven't really been around either so I can't fault you for it entirely. [blows out a long breath.] How are things anyway?
Puck: It's alright. Not great, but... I'm dealing. I... [He stopped himself, words away from bringing up his last trip to the hospital. Right. As if that would go well. He'd already lost Santana.] You're probably with Santana or whatever, so I'll let you go. Just... She probably doesn't care, but tell her I said congrats to her too, okay?
Quinn: [sighs] I'm not with her right now, actually. You're acting weird. So there will be no hanging up. Just get talking. What's going on?

Text || Quinntana

S: Um, hadn't really considered SF. Got an offer from USC, but that's a serious drive. I'm sure SF has a university. I can try to walk on, maybe work for a scholarship later.
S: Fine, fine. You're a totally hott bitch. ;)
S: You're the only person in the world who LIKES Coach Sylvester. Kind of creepy, not gonna lie.
S: I don't care when. It sounds amazing either way. I won't get my mack on at the ceremony. Promise. Though I can't promise I won't stare at your...assets. There are benefits to having a last name after yours. Gives me an opportunity to watch you walk ;)
Q: Do you want to go to USC?
Q: Say it like you mean it, Lopez.
Q: I don't like her like her. I just see the underlying value in the insane things she does. I also know to take at least 50% off the top before I follow her directions.
Q: That's fine. I can turn around and watch you walk toward me. We'll call it even. We can take full advantage of my mom going out with her former in-laws afterward, though. I'll have the entire house to myself.

Phone Call || Quinn

Puck: Thanks. [He cleared his throat, wishing this didn't feel as awkward as it seemed to.] Finn and I are gonna be going out to LA. Not sure when, but we're getting outta here.
Quinn: [nodded and sighed.] Good. That's really good that Finn's going with you. It kind of sounded like he might not. I'm really happy things are working out for you two. [cleared her throat a little.] Why is this so awkward?
Puck: [was tempted to ask why she thought Finn wouldn't be going with him, but he left it alone, sighing.] I don't know. Shit's just...different now. [His voice lowered.] S'my fault.
Quinn: [sighs] Yes, it is. It's not your fault. I haven't really been around either so I can't fault you for it entirely. [blows out a long breath.] How are things anyway?

Phone Call || Quinn

Puck: Hey. I um... [He shook his head. He wasn't going to be weird about this. He wasn't.] I just wanted to say congrats. Didn't see you after Figgins let us go.
Quinn: Puck? [licked her lips and sat down.] Thank you. Congratulations to you as well. We.. [scowled, a little disbelieving.] We made it. Any idea what you're doing next yet? It's been a while since we talked.
Puck: Thanks. [He cleared his throat, wishing this didn't feel as awkward as it seemed to.] Finn and I are gonna be going out to LA. Not sure when, but we're getting outta here.
Quinn: [nodded and sighed.] Good. That's really good that Finn's going with you. It kind of sounded like he might not. I'm really happy things are working out for you two. [cleared her throat a little.] Why is this so awkward?

Phone Call || Quinn

Puck: [stared down at his phone for a minute, sighing before he hit call.]
Quinn: [almost didn't get to her phone before it went to voicemail and didn't check who the caller was before answering] "Hello?"
Puck: Hey. I um... [He shook his head. He wasn't going to be weird about this. He wasn't.] I just wanted to say congrats. Didn't see you after Figgins let us go.
Quinn: Puck? [licked her lips and sat down.] Thank you. Congratulations to you as well. We.. [scowled, a little disbelieving.] We made it. Any idea what you're doing next yet? It's been a while since we talked.

Text || Quinntana

S: I guess. Wow. California. Damn. Who'd have thunk? Hey! Didn't Mercedes go to UCLA? How far from San Fran is LA? We could hit her up that way we're not total loners out there.
S: It was a little sappy. Borderline cute, though, don't worry.
S: Everyone is nicer than your dad. Coach Sylvester is nicer than your dad.
S: I don't care if it's not until we're 80. I'd get my wrinkly ass into a bikini and go. Ah, they're coming to the ceremony? So, I should tone it down and just be Santana the bitchy friend?
Q: Obviously only if the details all come together. Is there a school there you want to cheer for? I think they're a few hours apart. It's closer than Connecticut though so we can, definitely.
Q: I'm not sure which is worse if 'sappy' and 'cute' are my two choices though. Am I losing my edge?
Q: I like Coach Sylvester. I definitely do not like my father.
Q: Well I'm thinking it'll be more like the end of June than next century, San. They want to live to hear about it. And yes please on the toning it down. I think they /know/ but I haven't specifically /told/ them and I don't want to get into it at graduation of all places. We're finally done with that place, we're going out on top, and I'd like to just leave it be that way. The details aren't anyone else's business right?