#quinnf

[thescandalouselites]

THE MCCARTHY MEMORIAL GALA RECAP

The Annual McCarthy Memorial Gala is always one that leaves the city talking, and this time it was no different. 

Many of the most well known members of the Upper East side arrived to the Gala with gorgeous dates on their arms and even better looking jewels on their neck. Of course, not everyone seemed to get the dress code in the invitation. Jake Puckerman arrived slightly underdressed for the occasion, his younger sister and newcomer on the scene, Sarah Puckerman, on his arm. We’re writing his outfit choice off as a way to stir the pot, where as we’re willing to bet Miss Stacy Evans is just clueless when it comes to how these functions work, since she arrived to the gala in a New York taxi cab. How tragic.

While guests and dates are often the talks of our blog, the pairings for this event were rather dull. Frannie Fabray attended the party with a rather yummy male model, but we’ve heard since that night she’s filed at restraining order so we’re willing to bet it wasn’t all heart eyes and rainbows between the two. Her ex, Duke Wilde, brought a date of his own, but seemed to disappear from her arm early in the night. Marley Rose attended the party with her step brothers best friend, Hunter Clarington. At first we hoped a scandal was on the horizon, but many sources heard Clarington state he brought Princess Peach as his date because her new step brother dropped out at the last minute. Not very brotherly, Sebastian. The only other notable dates were the hosts themselves. Mason McCarthy brought long time date, Kitty Wilde with him, not too shocking, but his sister Madison McCarthy brought Ryder Lynn. Quite interesting considering the past between Wannibieber and Kit Kat, especially since Ryder Lynn has been seen out numerous times, before and after the Gala, with Marley Rose.

The dateless includes Stacy Evans and Scout Lynn. Sorry ladies. Maybe next time just go with each other, it’s always less pathetic then going stag.

It seems the Gala itself was boring, many of the guests leaving the main hall when Michael McCarthy began talk about his war days. His daughter Madison was seen fleeing to the garden after being turned down for a drink by the bartender. Of course that clearly didn’t deter the girl, because she was seen trading drinks with the likes of Jake Puckerman, Ryder Lynn and Frannie Fabray. It seems she was quite drunk later in the evening. So drunk in fact, that she kissed ex-whatever, Hunter Clarington. Right after leaving a slap on his cheek. Interesting foreplay, McCarthy. 

Her twin brother was probably one of the only people who spent most of the party at the party. Fluttering around between guests and girls alike. While Kitty was his date, it seemed that she wasn’t the only one on his radar. Boy McCarthy spent most of his night chatting up Stacy Evans, before she eventually ditched the event all together to get burgers with her drunk twin. Oh the parallels. Once Stacy was gone for the evening, Mason moved onto the other dateless girl, Scout.

Who probably deemed the party as a bust, considering she also left early and was spotted partying it up throughout the night. She did however, spend a bit of time with Baby Puckerman while at the Gala. We’re not totally sure what they talked about, but one observer swore the word marriage came up during the conversation. Hey Girl Scout, maybe you can plan your wedding once your birthday party ends? Although we doubt your big bro will be happy with the groom, especially after he hears what Jake was up to later in the night.

If anyone should get the award for most entertaining, it should be Jake Puckerman. Not only was he practically chased throughout the house by a rather clingy ex of his fathers, but he had a bit of lady drama. Of course we know about his talk with Scout, but apparently at one point throughout the night, he stumbled upon Marley Rose and admitted to having feelings for her and then the two shared a dance? Are we hearing this correctly? We thought she had a thing with his best friend? Either way, no one here at gossip girl is exactly shocked, since we all remember the night he spent at her place. Puckerman wasn’t done with Ryder’s leftover though, because one source claims to have seen Baby Puckerman and Kit Kat leave a secluded office together later in the night. Who knows what went on in there? Well... we have a few guesses, especially after the pictures that surfaced earlier this week.

We’re both wondering how Ryder Lynn will feel about all this, especially since it all seemed to happen under his nose. His sister, his ex-girlfriend and his new beau all in one shot? Could this mean the end of a life long bromance? We’re dripping with anticipation. Especially since we know that Lynn left the event with Marley Rose. We doubt he knows about the conversation, since Marley was seen later in the week buying some lingerie with friend Madison McCarthy, and we’re sure the only person she’d be buying that for is for Lynn himself. Will he see it, though, is the question? Especially with this new information.

Not much was seen of Duke Wilde during the party, but that could be because he slipped off into the library rather early in the night. We thought that boy was all about a good old fashion party? But maybe being in the same room as long time ex girlfriend, Frannie Fabray was too much? We’ve been told they did seem to have a rather cordial conversation, but for all we know that was the alcohol. Or maybe they’ve agreed its time to get back together? Fingers crossed it’s the latter, because we’ve placed bets.

What we at Gossip Girl find most interesting is the fact that Quinn Fabray and Sam Evans weren’t even in attendance to the party. We figured as much from Fabray, what with the clear tension between her and Madison earlier in the week, but we expected Trouty Mouth to show up and watch over his younger siblings. Instead they were spotted together, even taking a dip together in the Fabray pool. But we’re a tad confused. We thought Barbie 2.0 and Hunter Clarington were on track to become a thing? Clearly we were wrong, and she’s decided to downgrade.

That’s all the information we have for now, boys and girls. But our favorite Upper East Siders are currently in the Hamptons and we know that will call for plenty of drama, especially after they all read this.

It’s all fun and games until people get exposed.

xoxo, gossip girls.

[sammy-d-evans]

@quinnf​ continued from x

I’m not sure. When are you free? I.. I actually have something I want to talk to you about. Maybe you could come by my place this time.

Umm, would Sunday be okay? Oh, okay... Yeah, that won’t be a problem, what time? 

[mercedesamayajones]

Quinncedes || Welcome Home

Mercedes was in the restaurant at the HIgh Note working, the Club was being decorated for a private party and she was going over the menu the client sent her making sure they had everything for her “Divorce” party which seemed to be a thing again. She had also booked a baby shower for next week. She liked to keep the major nights i.e. the weekend open but during the day and week she let people schedule any party they wanted. As one of her wait staff brought her another drink she went back to her computer, the best friend of the divorcee wanted to add a few more desserts. As she lifted her head to check the partons she saw a familiar face and screamed involuntarily as she hopped out of her seat, looking a tad crazy she was sure btu she didn’t care at all. “Q!!!”

@quinnf​

[justquinnfs]

Hmm riding monster thing. Done for now. You just get on his back and ride him I guess.#art#monster#quinnfs#artistsoninstagram

[lonerlopez]

quinn-golightly said: Neither of these things I wanted to know- but you slept with Ryder?

Yes, i have. I honestly thought the whole school knew by now. Why?

[ttb-gossip]

You know what I find uninteresting?

All you losers and your petty, whiny drama. Seriously, I had hoped that after high school you'd all mature into qualified, functional individuals but its like watching a high school version of Jerry Springer while Anderson Cooper yells his thoughts on gay marriage in the background. I know you're all a bunch of queers, but seriously, Quinn Fabray likes the ladies and Noah Puckerman is drilling Finn Hudson into the mattress every hour. I always guessed all of your sexualities would be hanging by a thin line; its like a contagious chain of homosexuality that spread like a pandemic. Before all of you babies even begin to question my motives, I will only just say this once: I don't have one. I get a kick on watching all of you metaphorically rip your hairs out and punch and kick and fight over relationship drama, family drama, and other petty high school bull shit.

But whatever, I'm just here to tell everyone the truth. So here it is, uncensored, no sugar coating:

I heard it through the grapevine that Frannie Fabray (yes, Quinn Fabray's hotter, taller, more successful older sister) is not only dating McKinley High's hottest piece of ass (Santana Lopez), but is very much jealous of her baby sister. Why is she jealous? I also heard Quinn Fabray and Sam Evans have been doing the nasty. Finally after a long period of waiting, Sam gets sex from 'Holier-than-thou' Quinn and is not even dating her. But I also heard this didn't happen once, but several times since Quinn's arrival in Lima. I'm not sure what I'm more concerned about, the older Fabray's jealousy over her sister fucking Trouty stupid, or the fact that Frannie can't date within her own age. I wonder what Santana will think when she knows her girlfriend is jealous over something that involves Trout Mouth and her on-and-off best friend.

Noah Puckerman is not the tough cookie we all thought he was. Not only is he dating man-boobs, but he's also experienced first-hand bullying in his work place. What is that? I thought you were tougher than this, but obviously, ever since that petty attempt to date Zizes, you have become nothing but a weak link. I feel sorry for you, honestly. I'm not quite sure if Finn Hudson is worth the trouble.

Little Ms. Innocence Marley Rose has been dealing with more than just show choir competitions. Seriously girl, you're beautiful, and I don't say that a lot. Someone needs to find out why is this wallflower throwing up her meals and starving herself into oblivion. Sweetie, you need help - and by help maybe you should find Ms. OCD-Pillsbury to help you with your struggles.

I hope you all remember that your secrets? Well, they aren't safe with me to begin with.

[sammy-d-evans]

quinnf​:

Yeah, exactly. I’ve broken a few small bones over the years, but I’d hate to break something bigger like a leg, or my neck. On a less depressing note, I’ll have time on Friday night if you’re free to grab dinner then. If not, I’ll be able to do Monday.

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Ha, yeah, that is a way less depressing note. Umm, I’m free on both Friday and Monday so whatever works best for you. 

[justquinnfs]

Thing#monster#art #ink #quinnfs

[lonerlopez]

Sunday Mass || Quinntana

A/N: Santana and Quinn go to the same church on Sunday.

Santana put on her red and black dress and looked in the mirror. After texting Ryder back and forth about the play, which she was more than excited for she turned her phone off. She was going to church. Santana hated church. Her Abuelita used to tell her that it was a sin to not believe in God, and that Diablo would come and take her would to the ninth level of hell. When she was younger that story worked on her. But as she got older it started to become harder and harder for the small Latina to not call bullshit at her families terrible fiestas. Nevertheless she went to appease her family. She didn't want another reason for her father to look at her in shame and regret. One night she actually heard him say to her mother that he never thought what a disappointment Santana would turn out to be, that she had dreams and goals and tossed them all away. That he had lost his daughter. Santana put a thin veil of lip gloss on and puckered up as she looked into the mirror. "At least you look pretty." She said to herself before looking away.

"Santana! Ahora! Aqui!" her grandmother called from downstairs. Of course she couldn't tell her that in English. Santana rolled her brown eyes and got up, taking her purse. She walked down the stairs of her home, her parents and grandmother waiting there for her. "Santana dios mio. You're gonna make us late for church. Jesus doesn't forgive lateness." Santana wanted to chuckle. "That's probably why he was early for his own crucifixion." Santana's mom gave her a stern look and Santana looked down, still giggling. They got into the car and put on one of those Spanish stations that you near in corner stores. Santana wanted to pull her IPod out but her mom kept an eye on her the entire time. This was the hell she lived in every Sunday. What was worse was... when they actually got to the church.

They greeted everyone, like always, saying hello and being polite. Santana had her best fake smile on because she couldn't take being there or pretending to believe in a God who apparently hates gays, black people, and pork. It was all so ridiculous to her, yet kinda interesting to see how so many people would come together to worship something they couldn't see or feel. Then there was her. Her hair was out, not in the usual ponytail that she wore for cheerio's practice. Her hazel eyes sparkling as she greeted people with her family. The hell was on earth as her father, decided to talk to Quinn's, which obviously meant that her and Quinn had to speak to each other too. If that aim conversation wasn't awkward enough. Their parents were talking and Santana decided it would be rude not speak to the blonde or at least her mom would think so. She smiled in the corner of her mouth and walked up to Quinn. "Fab-- Quinn. It's nice to see you today." Santana stated, looking down at the ugly heels her mom made her wear.

[thescandalouselites]

SPOTTED: MORE THEN ONE WALK OF SHAME WAS MADE ON THE UPPER EAST SIDE THIS MORNING

Looks like sleepovers were all the rage last night, too bad most of the Upper East Sider missed the memo. While we’re sure Kitty and Stacy’s was nothing more then completely platonic, stocked with every sleepover trope you could find in a late 90s teen movie, we’re doubting the same can be said for the likes of Jake Puckerman, Marley Rose, Hunter Clarington and Quinn Fabray.

We’ve been told by a number of sources that both Baby Puckerman and our very own Henry VIII were spotted sneaking out of penthouses before the sun was in the sky. It seems Jake made a visit to newcomer Marley Rose’s town home last night. We’re not told what went down between the two, but here at Gossip Girl, we’re a bit confused. Last we heard Princess Peach was all about the Justin Bieber Wannabee, the two were even spotted in central park last night on what we assumed was a date. 

Seems like we were wrong. She definitely does get around.

As for Hunter Clarington, he was spotted late last night using the back entrance to the Fabray household. One can only assume why he wasn’t hoping to be seen using the front door, and we have a feeling it was because the meeting between him and Barbie 2.0 was supposed to stay a dirty little secret.  He emerged this morning, wearing the same rumpled clothes as last night before rushing into a dark limo. While it’s not confirmed, it’s not hard to imagine what those two were up to.

Tsk tsk, boys and girls, you know you can’t hide anything when it comes to us.

xoxo, gossip girls

[justquinnfs]

Gargoyle from #gargoyles#art#prioritymailart #quinnfs

[sammy-d-evans]

quinnf​:

It wouldn’t. You’re right, it worked. I couldn’t resist your goofy charm and bizarre topics of conversation. I know, I’m sorry. I’ve really missed you too. I think I’m going to have a fair bit of apologizing to do, honestly. I disappeared from almost everyone. If the store isn’t comic books I’ll be super disappointed and shocked. Look at the two of us owning businesses, we’ve sure grown up.

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See, you love me, you really, really love me, ha. I’m totally irresistible and we both know it. Nah, kidding, but I’m happy we’re talking again. Yeah, maybe a little of saying sorry will help smooth things over with the old gang. But just so you know, we’re good. So happy to have you back in town again. Bingo!! You’re through to the next round, ha. It is a comic book store. And I sell merchandise and collectables as well. If you ever happen to walk past it, it’s call Secret Headquarters, come check it out. Hang on, you got your own business? Cool. Let me guess... something to do with cheer?  Not sure if you could call me anything like a grown up but gotten older that is 100% for sure. 

[lonerlopez]

First Date Disaster || Quinntana

TAGGING → Santana Lopez, Quinn Fabray

LOCATION → Santana's car, then a restaurant in Lima.

TIME FRAME → Friday Night.

GENERAL NOTES →  Santana and Quinn go on their first date but it doesn't end well. (Discontinued)

Quinn was driving slowly through town, in a part completely unknown to her until Santana pointed it out- probably because it wasn’t exactly the kind of area the Fabrays would even admit existed in their town. She didn’t want to draw attention to their car, just in case a cop friend of her father’s spotted her. In reality, no one outside would have noticed them no matter what they did, but it didn’t keep Quinn from being completely paranoid. “Where do I turn next, Santana?” Quinn said without realizing she was actually whispering.

Santana was completely overwhelmed by the whole scene that was hardly listening to Quinn. The bars, the shops the restaurants it was all so fabulous. Always what she imagined New York would be if she ever got a chance to go there. It was her scene, people being free to be who they are with no one around to judge her. Everything about it was liberating. When she snapped out of her reverie to answer Quinn it was almost too late to turn, “The next right ahead. It’s called Mama’s.” Santana said to the blonde, taking it the sight once more. After they parked, Santana got out first to open the door for Quinn. She held the car door open until Quinn got out then laced their fingers together as they walked towards the restaurant. “You’re gonna love it here. I promise.” She whispered to Quinn, caressing her thumb over Quinn’s hand softly.

Quinn made the hard turn before pulling up to the restaurant, pulling dark shades over her eyes before getting out of the car. She swallowed hard before taking Santana’s hand, her head on a swivel. “Santana, are you sure this is safe? If someone finds out, I’m so dead,” Quinn asked quietly, squeezing Santana’s hand with a little force in her nervousness. Everything in her wanted her to be able to comfortably walk hand in hand with Santana, but what about all those movies where gays got beat up? Was there any truth to that? Quinn averted her eyes from other people as they passed in an effort to ignore anyone’s reaction to seeing them. Even if it was a gay part of town, it was still Ohio, and people could still judge them. The anxiety grew in her chest until she pulled Santana to the side just outside the door of the restaurant. “I don’t know if I’m ready, San,” she admitted, one hand gently pulling the front of Santana’s dress toward her to keep her close to her.

Santana wanted to know what was up with Quinn. She had taken her to the only part of town no one knew of or wanted to come to, but still Quinn was acting strange. The pull to her dress meant that Quinn wasn’t kidding about not wanting to be there, and Santana just wanted to make sure she was okay. “Quinn look at me.” She took off Quinn’s glasses and then put them in Quinn’s purse. “No one knows you around here. No one knows me around here. You are safe, with me. You just gotta trust me. Okay?” Santana looked into her eyes and smiled, she really wanted to kiss her but she was respecting Quinn’s wishes. She took her hand again and brought her inside. She had a reservation of two under Lopez and they were seated almost right away. They were in the corner where hardly anyone could see them, so Santana hoped that Quinn would calm down a bit. The waitress came and smiled at them both, “Santana… you came back.” The waitress said, and Santana nodded, “And you brought… is this the girl?” Santana nodded again, “Yeah, this is Quinn.” The waitress whose name was Gwen smiled at Quinn, “So you’re the reason Santana turned me down. I see it now. I’ll be right back with your menus.” She winked at Quinn then left.

Quinn's eyes searched Santana's as she spoke and found her words to be sincere. Somewhere along the way she'd forgotten she wasn't alone in this, that Santana had reason to be worried too, and that Santana would never risk exposing them. She nodded her consent to continue as Santana took her hand once more, leading them into the restaurant at to their seat. The exchange between the waitress and Santana was unexpected to Quinn, but she said nothing, waiting until they were left alone before taking Santana's hand underneath the table and placing it on her thigh. “So have you brought a lot of girls here?” Quinn asked with a quirk of her brow, sliding her legs forward to give Santana more access to her leg. Jealous was the exact word she would use to describe her feelings at that moment, unable to stop herself from imagining Santana feeling up some other girl in this exact booth.

Santana felt Quinn’s leg under the table, and she slowly caressed it with hers while moving forward on top of the table. “First of all, you jealous is a real turn on. But that’s me being a good girl.” She smirked, and took Quinn’s hand, holding it with her own. “No, i haven’t brought a lot of girls here. Actually… I came here one day, searching for… something. Anything to get my mind of the head cheerio who hated me,” She blushed then continued, “I sat down, and just was lost and that’s when Gwen came up to me. We had an honest conversation and i told her that i… i like you but i had no idea what to do about it. She told me to just relax and wait and see. Heh. She was right. After that talk i started coming here more often and one day Gwen asked me out and i said i couldn’t because contrary to popular belief i can’t seem to get you off my mind.” Santana took her foot out of her heel and started moving it up and down Quinn’s leg slowly. “So what are you thinking of ordering?” Santana asked after Gwen had given them menus.

Quinn felt herself smiling hard at Santana’s teasing before she had to look away, holding the brunette’s hand as she continued speaking. Hearing her date speak about her, her eyes lifted, smile faded as she listened carefully to the things Santana was admitting to her, knowing a little insight into Santana’s mind came only on the rarest of occasions. It was a huge turn on to have Santana share her feelings with her like this. She chewed thoughtfully on her bottom lip as she straightened, feeling Santana’s foot sliding sensually down her leg as she took a look at the menu. “Well, I was thinking something that wasn’t too garlicky or spicy. I wouldn’t want to ruin what I plan on doing afterward,” she said nonchalantly, her eyes lifting to meet Santana’s, a smirk forming at her last words.

Santana smirked at Quinn’s reply, she pushed her foot back into her heel and then looked at the menu by herself. “Nu uh Fabray. Celibacy means nothing. No kisses, no ass grabs nothing. Which by the way is fucking ridiculous by the way. I wouldn’t do anything you weren’t comfortable with. But whatever. “Santana figured out what she was going to order then she sipped her water waiting for Gwen to come take their order. Santana silently looked at Quinn with her head tilted. She decided to ask her a question. “Tell me a secret Q.” Santana asked as she looked into hazel eyes. “Something you never told anyone before.” Santana pressed her lips together in a thin teasing smile.

Quinn's eyes narrowed at Santana's reply. The girl had to be bluffing. No kissing? Santana telling her no just made it seem all the more appealing. Santana's request was a little unnerving, and Quinn was quiet for a moment until the waitress took their order and left. There was no shortage of things she should admit to Santana with that request, and Quinn certainly wanted to be honest, but things were secrets for a reason. She decided to go with a safe one. “Well, Quinn is actually my middle name. Lucy is my first name. I just don't like it much.” The last statement wasn't a total lie. She hated the name. It reminded her of all the flaws she’d spent years trying to fix, and had fixed. There was no point in remembering that period of her life at all. Soon their food had arrived, and Quinn was grateful for the excuse to change the subject. “I really like spending time with you like this, Santana- there’s a secret for you,” Quinn said with a small smile before taking a sip of her soup.

Santana looked at Quinn once she said her so called secret. The girl sat back and crossed her arms, pursing her pouty lips. “Really Q?,” Santana shook her head, “I ask you to tell me a secret and and you tell me that shit about your fucking first name? I could care less if your first name was fucking Mulan. Whatever you want to call yourself. I wanted juicy details. I wanted something real. But whatever I guess we’ll get there.” Santana said, rolling her eyes. She was just about to let the night get ruined but Quinn had said something totally adorable. And Santana never used that word to describe anyone. When Quinn said she had liked spending time with her she blushed. Quinn always knew how to turn a phrase with Santana. She could be furious at her and then the next thing she knew they were cuddling. The food came and Quinn was mimicking a mouse as she ate, and Santana decided to dive right in. She ate pretty damn well, coming from a conservative rich Latina family so she had manners. But she also knew how to eat. And the food there was so good. “Hey you wanna split dessert? They make the best chocolate cake here. Seriously. I know you are watching your calories but it’s really to die for…” She said with a pleading smile.

Quinn's smile fell slightly at Santana's disappointment in her confession. Yes, Santana had earned the right to know something real about her, more than any of her other friends. And a huge part of her wanted to share all the darkest parts of her life with Santana. She set aside her self-consciousness and reached across the table, taking Santana's hand in hers. “Why don't we take it to go?” She asked, waving to the waitress for the check. After they'd paid and received their chocolate cake with two forks in a takeout box, Quinn led the pair out of the restaurant, turning the corner away from their car in search of a quiet place to sit. Very luckily she happened upon a small grassy area with a single bench under a single tree, obviously placed to offset a little of the concrete jungle feeling of the rest of this part of town. They took a seat there and Quinn opened the box to offer some cake to Santana, staring at her own fork with a hint of disdain. “I don't have a great metabolism,” she began after a moment, turning the plastic utensil in her hand thoughtfully, “Every ounce of fat I don't have on me right now is an ounce I earned. And I'm not just saying that like some typical high school girl with low self esteem.” She looked straight out at the buildings before them, her jaw tightened with hesitation, but let the words out, “I used to be fat.”

Santana chewed on her bottom lip as Quinn as to take the dessert to go. “Yeah sure.” She said, following the girl out of the restaurant. She waved goodbye to her friend Gwen on their way out with the awesome chocolate cake she had been telling Quinn about. Quinn had lead them both to a deserted area of the park with a huge oak tree and wooden bench to sit under. She sat down next to the girl, sort of wondering why they couldn’t just eat in the car. But she went along with it, for the sake of Quinn and setting the mood for a good ending to a pretty good date. Santana grabbed the fork that Quinn handed her and right before she was about to dig in, Santana heard Quinn speak honestly for once. She watched her say that she used to be fat, like it was the worse words she had ever uttered. Santana didn’t really know how to respond in a way that wouldn’t hurt Quinn’s feelings. But for Quinn, it was worth a try. “Hey…” She lifted Quinn’s chin up so she could look at her in the eyes. “Fat, skinny, large, petite. You’re beautiful. I know i’m not a great person with words but I want you to know I care about you. Enough to tell you…” Santana gulped, “I got a boob job last year. I know you may know that cause they did seem to grow. But…I got it probably for the same reasons that you wanted to be thin. Cause I didn’t like the way I looked.” She shrugged and took a big scoop of cake, then ate some. “I still think I’m beautiful. And you are too Q.”

Quinn listened intently to Santana’s own confession, her hand coming to rest on the other girl’s thigh as she spoke. She remembered noticing Santana’s enlarged chest the very first day they came back to school after the summer. Rumors flurried around the school, everyone eager to talk bad about the loser so desperate for attention that she got plastic surgery, but Quinn had none of it. She convinced herself, for some reason or another, that Santana was just filling out at the end of puberty. But upon hearing the truth for herself, Quinn realized that deep down inside she just didn’t want to believe someone with so few imperfections could be unhappy with themselves. It made all of Quinn’s efforts toward perfection completely futile. She didn’t want to be perfect to be the best. She wanted to be perfect so she had no excuse not to love herself. And yet somehow the closer Quinn got to Santana, the more the colossal fractures in Quinn’s self-image seemed to be shallowing. “Santana…” The name tasted sweet on her lips, too sweet to say anything else. Her thumb brushed a small bit of chocolate cake from the corner of Santana’s mouth as Quinn failed to hide her smile at the sight. She leaned in closely, brushing her lips gently against Santana’s once before repeating the motion much more firmly. Her other hand moved from Santana’s thigh to slide up to hold Santana’s in hers as her lips parted and her tongue swept across Santana’s lips, urging her to do the same.

Santana was eating her chocolate cake and before she knew it, Quinn’s fingers were moving to wipe some chocolate out of her mouth. Santana smiled, but felt awkward, “You haven’t touched your cake-” She was cut off, by Quinn’s hand on her thigh. She had said her name, so sweet and sexy coming from the blonde’s beautiful lips. All Santana could think and wish was that Quinn would move her hand forward, maybe up her skirt. If only she was that adventurous. But she knew Quinn had set boundaries for them and Santana respected that, she wanted Quinn to feel comfortable around her after all. Soon enough she felt Quinn’s lips to her own, a surprise to the Latina because she didn’t think that Quinn would want this, this intensity again after she blatantly told her that she wanted to be celibate. After a while Santana started kissing her back, her arms pulling Quinn in and wrapping around her. Her lips moving in to part Quinn’s, her tongue begging to taste what Quinn’s had to offer. Her lust was overwhelming her. Her hands ached to touch her. She was getting confused, her lips were becoming hungrier as the tasted sweet serenity over and over. She had to pull away, she needed too before she did something she regretted. Santana pulled her lips away from Quinn’s and then stood up. “I’m sorry Q. I just… I can’t do this. You want to be celibate and.. and you want to still be able to kiss me like that and expect me to be fine with stopping there. I… can’t.” Santana cried, “You don’t know how much I want this. Us. But if you want to be celibate. You can’t kiss me. Or touch me. Not like that. Pecks and hand holding is fine… But… I can’t do this knowing how much I want you.” She shook her head and turned around saying nothing more as she walked to their car alone.

[thescandalouselites]

What's the scoop on who's hooking up with whom?

Our sources have been pretty mute when it comes to hook ups, which makes us think the kids of the UES are all sleeping with each other in some strange, rich orgy. Or they’re all lonely and using their toys. Either way, it’s totally boring. 

Fingers crossed something happens soon.

Here’s what we do know. Jake Puckerman and Brittany Pierce are dating? Who knows really. I can’t remember the last time we actually saw them together, let alone exchange words. And while Quinn Fabray continues to deny that she did anything with Hunter Clarington, her most recent instagram seems to tell a different story. I’m willing to bet money that they’re doing something, especially with Madison McCarthy’s completely 180 regarding Hunter in the past few days.