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QUINN: I'm sure.

QUINN: And don't call me Quinny bear.

SUGAR: Do you ever worry you'll shrivel up and die from lack of enjoyment?

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QUINN: Just when I'd started to think you might actually be able to read, you go and manage to prove me wrong.

QUINN: And the project is over, you can lose my number now.

SUGAR: Whoops! Sorry Quinny bear, honest mistake.

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SUGAR: Since you asked so nicely... ;)

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It was hard to tell how much time had passed; the tension and anxiety of handing over complete control of the situation to Sugar made it feel like hours had passed since she closed her eyes, even though logically Quinn knew it couldn’t have been more than a few seconds. Minutes at the most, but even then she wasn’t sure. She fought back the urge to furrow her eyebrows at the sound of the rippling water as the other girl moved around the hot tub, her mother’s voice in the back of her mind reminding her that it would cause wrinkles and that just wouldn’t work for the Fabray family image.

With her eyes closed, Quinn couldn’t tell exactly where Sugar had moved to, though she could sense she was somewhere within the blone’s personal space. That knowledge wasn’t enough to prepare her for the feeling of Sugar’s lips pressing against her own, and a jolt of panic shot through her at the realization that she didn’t hate the feeling. This wasn’t how her first kiss was supposed to be. Outside of any romanticized ideas about first kisses, Quinn’s first wasn’t supposed to be with a girl, and it definitely wasn’t supposed to be with a girl like Sugar. But if she didn’t think about any of those things, there was something almost…nice about it while it lasted. After a moment, Sugar pulled away, moving back to the other side of the hot tub, and Quinn opened her eyes, the panic she’d felt earlier settling like a heavy weight in her stomach as reality set in. “You should go,” she stated, fiddling with the tiny gold cross that hung around her neck. 

The scream, squeal or shove Sugar was expecting never came, instead Quinn let the kiss happen. She shrugged at being asked to leave, it wasn’t as if she’d expected to be asked to spend the night, braid hair and bake cookies, she knew she’d be leaving eventually, and anyway, she was getting pruny. “This was cute, we should do it again sometime.” She offered Quinn a sly smile and pulled herself up out of the hot tub. Squeezing the water from her boobs as best she could, she walked back into the house, careful not to drip too much - she wasn’t an animal after all - and grabbed her things from the bathroom. 

She texted Dani on her way out, it would be a lot quicker to run to her house to change, and maybe even crash. Plus, the kiss had been nice, and the night was still young. No reason to rule out any chance of some lady lovin’ for the day. Dani’s parents were out at yet another benefit, so Sugar began the short trek down the street to her friend’s house, the taste of Quinn’s semi-sweet mouth still on her lips.

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It felt like a total cop-out of an answer, and Quinn was sure there was more that Sugar wasn’t saying. Just enjoying sex was too simple of an answer; she would have believed it coming from someone like Brittany, but if she’d learned anything about Sugar so far that night it was that the other girl was full of surprising layers. She decided not to push it for the moment, though, choosing instead to try to get more information once the game swung back to truth. The way Sugar had more or less shrugged off her answer made her think that if she pushed for a deeper answer now she’d just get shut down. She needed to at least let it seem like she was dropping the issue if she wanted a chance at finding out something more interesting.

Her eyes narrowed at Sugar’s instructions. Whatever she had in mind, she kept her face impassive enough that Quinn couldn’t tell what she was planning just from the light tone of voice she used to voice the instructions. “That’s hardly a dare,” she countered, knowing that closing her eyes was just the first part of the dare, but not being fully willing to go along with it without putting up at least a little bit of a fight. But rules were rules, even if it was just a stupid game. With one last wary glance at Sugar, Quinn let her eyelids drift shut, the tension of not knowing what was going to happen keeping her from relaxing.

Sugar was used to having to really fight for what she wanted, or at the very least take without permission, so she was fully prepared to argue with Quinn about her choice in dare. But to her surprise, the blonde didn’t put up much of a fight. For a brief moment, she felt a glimmer of what it must be like to simply have things handed to you, like Quinn and her friends were used to, or even Dani who, despite her attitude and group of friends, was very much served her lifestyle on a silver platter. She watched Quinn close her eyes, though still very tense, and she knew she would have less than a second to complete the dare. 

In one motion, Sugar moved herself across from Quinn and leaned in, pressing her lips to the blonde’s gently. In the back of her mind, she hoped it wasn’t too bold a move to steal someone’s first kiss, but it simply didn’t feel right to Sugar that someone as beautiful as Quinn had never been kissed. Besides, the Cheerios were the single group on campus that Sugar hadn’t yet infiltrated in some way, she couldn’t let herself graduate without a perfect record. She didn’t push, this wasn’t about sex or having something to hold against Quinn, it was about making sure her first kiss would be with someone who wouldn’t tell their friends anything more had happened. It was just a kiss. She lingered just a moment longer before pulling away, settling herself back where she had been.

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Somewhere along the line, Quinn had let her guard drop enough that the icy and aloof attitude she put on most of the time was slipping. It was rare that she let anyone see the more human side of her - it was a weakness that she knew the rest of the Cheerios would be more than happy to seize on to take her spot in the high school social hierarchy - but there was something disarming about the situation she currently found herself in. Sure, things would go back to normal between Sugar and her at school on Monday and she’d be able to ignore the other girl’s existence altogether, but until then, she was having a hard time coming close to hitting the normal level of vitriol she held for Sugar.

She could almost see the wheels turning in the other girl’s mind as she thought of an answer to Quinn’s question; if her process was anything like the blonde’s own, Quinn assumed she was looking for something that, while technically true enough to work, didn’t give away anything Sugar wouldn’t have wanted her to know. Still, the answer she was met with when Sugar finally offered one wasn’t what she’d been expecting, and even as her nose wrinkled at the crass language, she noted a subtle shift in the light in Sugar’s eyes. “So why do you do it?” she questioned. It was none of her business, obviously, and she wasn’t sure how the other girl would react, but it came from a place of genuine curiosity. Their experiences were so completely different that Quinn had a hard time wrapping her mind around the other girl’s embrace of her own sexuality. Besides, she figured that the possible outcomes were either Sugar got mad and left and everything went back to normal or she got more information. Neither one seemed like much of a downside. “And dare, by the way,” she shrugged. 

Sugar raised her hands, there were lots of reasons why she did it. But the simplest and truest answer was “I enjoy sex.” She knew it would come off as flip or a write off, but it WAS true, that still didn’t make her anyone’s personal call girl. Maybe she should have shut Quinn down, been coy or deflected like the blonde had done, but she wasn’t that kind of person. As far as she was concerned, she didn’t have anything to hide, still she was smart enough to know not to tell Quinn that sometimes it was for a warm place to sleep, sometimes it was to escape her own world, sometimes she got a meal out of it, or some positive attention she didn’t get at home or in the halls. That, that part, wasn’t any of Quinn Fabray’s business.

“Close your eyes.” She said easily, a dare she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Quinn would not be expecting, and would probably protest. But a dare was a dare.

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Quinn breathed a quiet sigh of relief when Sugar agreed to let the subject drop. She’d honestly expected more of a fight from the other girl with as effectively as she’d managed to get under Quinn’s skin so far, but it wasn’t something she wanted to spend any more time talking about, and it was easier to move the conversation in a different direction if Sugar wasn’t stuck on the apparently fascinating facts of Quinn’s non-existent love life. Anything that involved revealing personal information about herself had never been the blonde’s favorite things to talk about, a fact that even Finn, the most oblivious person she knew, had recognized a long time ago.

The blonde raised a surprised eyebrow when Sugar chose ‘truth’ with her turn. Truths were much more of Quinn’s comfort zone than dares, and almost immediately she began running through possible questions in her mind. There were obvious choices like ‘how many people have you had sex with?’, a sort of counter to Sugar’s previous turn. But Sugar’s reputation was well-known, and the only way asking a question like that would reveal anything interesting was if the whole thing was a lie…which Quinn already knew wasn’t the case. The genuinely curious part of her brain wanted to ask why Sugar slept around so freely, but she doubted a few hours of hanging out had earned her enough good will to ask that without Sugar taking it as judgment on Quinn’s part. No, she wanted something that at least had the potential to be interesting, if not useful in the future, but was still benign enough that asking wouldn’t be a big deal after Sugar had been decent enough to drop the previous conversation at Quinn’s request. “What are you most sick of people assuming about you?”

It was obvious that Quinn was thrown off from Sugar’s choice of truth, perhaps her friends didn’t play with a fair is fair mentality. And the more time she spent here alone with Quinn, the more she wondered why the blonde hung out with the other Cheerios, for every passing minute, she seemed less and less like them. More human. Not that Sugar assumed they would be friends or even friendly after this night, surely Monday morning Quinn would ignore her in the halls, the same way she always did, perhaps shoot her the mildly interested glance among the latest swirl of gossip that Sugar was so used to, but nothing more than that. Which was just fine with her, she had friends, friends who weren’t superior or overly coiffed, friends who understood her.

She wasn’t sure what she had been expecting to come from Quinn’s mouth by way of a question she’d be forced to answer honestly, but that certainly wasn’t it. She had braced herself to reveal information that would worsen her already tarnished reputation, or that would provide laughs for the rest of the Cheerios tomorrow, and she found herself exhaling a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. She bit down on her lower lip, thinking. There were many things people assumed about Sugar, and just as many that she was sick of. The idea that she was stupid, the idea that every single rumor about her was true, the idea that she was automatically a Lima Loser because she happened to be poor. “That just because I’ve fucked you once means I have to every time you want it from then on.” She smiled, hoping it was dark enough to hide the sadness in her eyes. “Truth or dare?”

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This time Quinn didn’t bother trying to hide her exasperation, rolling her eyes at the melodramatic way Sugar’s jaw actually dropped. She was used to snide comments from Santana about being Lima’s Ice Queen, even though the Latina didn’t know enough to be aware of the fact that Quinn had never kissed anyone, and had more than a few pointed remarks of her own stored up as responses. But the reaction from the girl sitting opposite her in the hot tub seemed more like an expression of over-the-top surprise than it did judgment. It threw Quinn off a little. “Try to keep up, Motta. Never as in never,” she replied, choosing not to elaborate. She didn’t owe someone like Sugar an explanation about the choices she’d made in her personal life, especially when she knew the other girl wouldn’t get it at all.

Unfortunately for Quinn, Sugar ignored her attempt at just moving on with the game. The blonde knew it wasn’t exactly normal to have gotten all the way to high school without ever having a first kiss, especially not for someone with the social status Quinn had. With as concerned as she usually was with what other people thought and how they viewed her, it wasn’t exactly information she readily volunteered even if it wasn’t something she was ashamed of. So to have someone suddenly and disbelievingly prodding for details didn’t make Quinn any more interested in continuing the conversation. “It’s completely possible. And did I miss the message that we’ve moved on to playing 20 questions?”

It seemed like time had slowed down, the amount of time it was taking Sugar to process this new information. She couldn’t decide if she felt sorry for Quinn or if she admired her for being so pure. Shifting on the concrete bench and crossing her legs, she decided it was for the best to not make a big deal of things. Such a big deal was made over Sugar’s own sexual history, insults were hurled at her - verbally and in writing - on the daily, everyone she met, no matter their age or gender, made assumptions about her - how they could treat her, speak to her, what she owed them based on what they’d heard about her. What right did she have to make a big deal over Quinn’s sexual history - or extreme lack thereof, as it were.

“Okay, you’re right!” She raised her palms in surrender. “Just caught me off guard, that’s all.” The last thing she wanted was to ruin what was turning out to be a nice night, the idea of going home right now... she wouldn’t even allow herself to finish the thought. Despite the darkness of the sky, it couldn’t possibly be that late, her father would definitely still be up, she’d guilt herself into taking care of him yet again, stuffing some bread, water and two Advil down his throat before dragging him to his bed. Not the way she wanted to end this night, not when her muscles were already so relaxed, her mind so clear. “Truth then.” She smiled. 

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The corner of Quinn’s lips curved into a half smirk at Sugar’s admission that the ‘truth’ half of the game wasn’t her thing. Maybe this wouldn’t be so painful after all, if the other girl wasn’t as skilled at wielding pointed questions as weapons as most of the Cheerios. While Brittany was the lone exception to the generalization, too sweet and innocent to get caught up in the game of maliciously storing secrets against friends and enemies alike for the moment when they became useful, Quinn had spent most of middle school and her entire high school career so far immersed in a culture of weaponized information. At this point, it basically came as a reflex to her. Knowing that Sugar didn’t have that same instinct meant that whatever question she came up with would probably be as randomly harmless as her dare had been.

The question she was met with when Sugar finally came up with a truth wasn’t exactly what she was expecting, though, and Quinn mentally rolled her eyes at the attempt at a built in follow-up. She regarded the other girl warily for a moment, weighing the decision of just how forthcoming she should be with her answer before shrugging and deciding to just answer. “I’ve never kissed anyone,” she answered, before quickly clarifying, “which is a choice, not some tragic unfortunate circumstance.” It wasn’t like it was anything she was ashamed of, and honestly she knew there were plenty of guys who would have killed for her to even acknowledge their existence let alone kiss them. But there was nothing about guys like Finn or Puck that interested her, and besides, kissing would inevitably lead to more which ran completely counter to Quinn’s values and belief system. It was easier just to remain aloof where boys were concerned. “And don’t think I didn’t notice you trying to fit two questions into one. Truth or dare?”

Sugar knew the question was lame and figured Quinn would scoff at her, first kisses were never like the movies, it was never some huge romantic gesture with music swelling meaningfully in the background. In fact, usually, it happened during a game like this, or the ever popular middle school choice, spin the bottle. Occasionally it was a couple of kids who decided beforehand to kiss because everyone else seemed to be doing it. So when Quinn paused, Sugar assumed it was because she was thinking back trying to recall who exactly had been the first in what Sugar was sure was a long line of chaste and respectful kisses. The answer she got was the furthest thing from what she expected, and she closed her mouth as quickly as she could manage after feeling her jaw physically drop. 

“Woah, woah! Hold up!” She waved her hands in the air and moved closer to the blonde, not intending to let her get away with just moving on as if she hadn’t just dropped a massive bombshell. “Never as in never never?!” Sugar couldn’t even count on both hands and feet the number of people she had kissed, it made no sense at all that Quinn, the knockout blonde Cheerio, had never kissed anyone at all, choice or not. “There’s no way that’s possible! Not even one little close-mouthed peck?” She couldn’t hide the shock and exasperation in her voice, aware that it was probably rude to react this way.

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As Sugar climbed out of the hot tub, Quinn couldn’t help but note out of the corner of her eye that the other girl’s bathing suit had shifted. It wasn’t surprising that someone with Sugar’s reputation was fine with flaunting her body like that without even seeming to pause to consider adjusting her suit. Still, Quinn fixed her gaze resolutely on the way the steam rising from the water dissipated into the evening air in front of her, ignoring Sugar until she had completely disappeared from sight inside the house. She wasn’t sure when she’d gotten to the point where she was willing to trust the other girl alone in her house, and yet she didn’t consider going after her, opting instead to wait outside in the relaxing warmth of the hot tub until Sugar returned with her phone.

It didn’t take long for Sugar to take a picture and turn the phone to Quinn as evidence of the completed dare. Her eyes quickly scanned over the picture to make sure there was nothing identifiable about her backyard in the picture. Sure, she’d complained to Santana about being partnered with Sugar on this stupid project, but she didn’t need anyone to know that it had turned into them actually hanging out. The tiny screen of the outdated iPhone made it harder to see, but once she was satisfied that no one who saw the photo would be able to place where it was taken, Quinn nodded. As the game shifted back to her, the blonde was quicker to respond with her choice than she had been in the first round. She’d long since mastered the art of evasive answers for questions she didn’t want to answer without directly lying, and while she still wasn’t thrilled about the idea of allowing Sugar to pry into her life, part of her was interested in seeing where exactly she would choose to go with the question. “Truth.”

Truths were a little trickier for Sugar, mostly because she didn’t really care about gossip or what people did with their own lives. She figured when Quinn played this game with her friends they used “truth” as a weapon far more skillfully than “dare.” But Sugar’s friends were all about the dares, the adrenaline rush, the memories that certain dares could create. That was way more fun than asking a question and getting an answer you’d probably forget by the next morning anyway. Sugar wasn’t a grudge holder, she didn’t believe in storing potentially hurtful information to use against people later, should they ever wrong you in some way. That was a Cheerio thing, not her. She felt more that people might come and go throughout her life, but no matter how anyone leaves you, they were there for a reason. Chewing her bottom lip, she thought for a minute, what could she ask that wasn’t boring or lame, but that also couldn’t construed as Sugar digging for dirt. “Hmmm... I suck at truths...” She admitted after a moment, more to buy herself another second to think than anything else. Rolling her eyes at herself she finally shrugged. “Uh... who was your first kiss and how was it?” She asked, certain Quinn would bust her for it being a two-parter.

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Quinn rolled her eyes at the comment, but the obvious playful nature of Sugar’s response dulled any fire that normally would have accompanied the expression. She wrung the excess water out of her hair, wrinkling her nose at the way the blonde locks fell limply against her shoulders. “I’ll keep that in mind as a back-up plan,” she replied. The sarcasm in her voice quickly turned to amusement, though, at the show Sugar made of weighing her options as the game came to her turn.

She had hoped the other girl would choose truth - information was far more valuable to her than any dare - and for a moment she briefly considered the loophole of daring Sugar to reveal some sort of closely-held secret. The likelihood that the other girl would go along with it without objection was slim, though, and there was no point in wasting her turn altogether. No, in the long run, it was better to play along for now. Eventually the odds of Sugar picking truth would win out, and Quinn would have the chance to pry for information then. “Alright,” she started. “I dare you to take an embarrassing selfie and make it your profile picture.” It was a tame dare, sure, but one that Quinn herself would have balked at.

It amused Sugar, the length of time it seemed to take Quinn to come up with a dare, and even then it was weak at best. Though she had the idea that what she would find embarrassing was probably different to what Quinn would find embarrassing. “Embarrassing like how?” She asked for clarification. There was a world of difference between “I accidentally posted a nude instead of sending privately” and “I have a slight double chin in this picture” or “there’s been something in my teeth this whole time.” But the more she thought about it, the more Sugar realized none of the situations she could think of as far as embarrassing profile pics would be anything her classmates would think twice about. Someone was always talking shit about something no matter what you posted anyway.

“I’ll have to grab my phone from inside...” She stood and turned, using the bench as a step-stool out of the bubbling tub. She could feel that her suit had shifted a bit, which would give Quinn a better view of her well-rounded ass if the blonde happened to be looking. But Sugar seriously doubted she was looking, so didn’t concern herself to adjust it. She bounced back toward the house and tip-toed through to the small bathroom where she had left her stuff, very careful not to drip anywhere. Grabbing her beat up iPhone 4 - a Dani hand me down - she made her way back outside to take her picture to Quinn’s specifications, being sure to show the blonde that it was set not only as her Facebook profile picture, but her Instagram one as well. “You get 24 hours of torture, Fabray.” She smirked, tossing her phone aside and sinking back into the tub. “Truth or dare?”

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Whatever Quinn had been expecting when she chose dare, it wasn’t that. “A handstand in the hot tub?” she repeated dubiously, more to clarify that she wasn’t hearing things and that that was really what Sugar had settled on. She resisted the urge to wrinkle her nose in response as she looked down into the bubbling water. The chemicals in the cleaning system always wreaked havoc on her hair, and she didn’t want to have to spend the rest of the night doing a deep conditioning treatment on it, but she also wasn’t about to give Sugar the satisfaction of backing down. Moving toward the middle of the hot tub where there was more room, she pushed those thoughts out of her mind. Handstands were ingrained into her muscle memory at this point, and while she couldn’t remember the last time she’d done one underwater, it was still basically second nature.

The contrast between the slight breeze in the evening air and the warm water that beaded on her legs was enough to make her shiver slightly, but she held the position until the need to breathe won out over her stubborn competitive streak. Shifting her hips slightly, Quinn fell out of the handstand as gracefully as she could in the small space, running a hand through her wet hair to move it out of her face once she sat back down. “I’m not even going to ask what that was about,” she stated. “Your turn, truth or dare?”

Sugar smirked at the girl’s response, lifting a challenging eyebrow, but to her surprise, Quinn actually did it. And probably more gracefully than anyone else would have managed. Maybe it was competitive Cheerio nature, Sugar found that very intriguing, but then again, it wasn’t as if she’d asked Quinn to do anything too far out of her comfort zone. She indulged the blonde with a “whoop” and an exaggerated golf-clap when she re-surfaced. “Tens across the board, Fabray. Maybe you should add professional cheerleader to your list of career options.” She stuck to tongue out to show Quinn she was teasing her good-naturedly and not actually making a dig. 

Then the tables were turned, as they always were in this game, and Sugar was forced to weigh her options. On one hand, a truth would probably be easier to come up with for someone like Quinn, but on the other hand someone like Quinn could probably do a lot more damage with “truth” than with “dare.” Chewing her lip and tapping her chin with her index finger, so the blonde would know just how seriously Sugar was considering her choices, she finally decided that fair was fair. She’d allow Quinn to have some ammo on the next round if she wanted it. “Dare.”

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Quinn stifled a laugh, thinking of the unbelievably dull accountant Frannie had brought home for Sunday dinner just a few weeks before. Her older sister had always seemed to effortlessly live up to all of their parents’ expectations, even down to her choice of boyfriends. For Quinn, though, it was more of a struggle. As much as she shared the same belief system and values as her parents, it always felt a little like being the daughter they wanted didn’t come without giving up pieces of who she was. “Lima is a cultural wasteland,” she agreed. It was the kind of city that felt suffocating just from the weight of all the failed dreams and aspirations it held. “Where would you go if you didn’t have to worry about figuring out any of the logistics?”

In the easy silence that filled the air, Quinn stretched, settling back to rest her head against the spa pillow in the corner of the hot tub. “Truth or dare? Are we twelve?” She’d already opened up to Sugar more than she’d ever meant to, and the idea of willingly let her pry further into Quinn’s life made her stomach twist unpleasantly. Still, as comfortable as the previous silence had been, the idea of continuing to sit without talking until Sugar left felt even weirder. There was no question that Quinn wasn’t a daring person. Everything about her was carefully calculated and controlled, and as the word “dare” left her lips, she couldn’t help but hope that Sugar threw her a softball of a dare on her first turn.

Sugar pursed her lips in thought of the question, where would she go if she could just pick up and leave, no worries or concerns. “New York, I guess.” The words fell from her lips as if her heart had always known the answer, even though she’d never really been anywhere outside of Ohio. There was just something so alluring about the idea of New York, what she’d seen in movies and television, her favorite re-runs of Sex and the City, and what she’d read about in books and magazines. She could imagine her whole life a future filled with everything she had always wanted but would never have here in Lima.

With a smirk at the comment on their age, Sugar crossed her legs. Obviously it was a kids game, but she had never understood everyone’s obsession with being so grown up and mature all the time. Perhaps because she’d had to be a grown up in her own home from a very young age. Shocked that Quinn would be so bold as to choose dare, it took Sugar a second to come up with something that wasn’t too horrible. “Hmm... I dare you to do a handstand in the hot tub.” She chuckled, sure Quinn would balk at the idea of getting her perfect hair wet.

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Quinn turned her attention back to the stars that dotted the night sky as she tried to figure out why Sugar’s quick and easy dismissal of the possibility that Quinn would end up amounting to nothing more in her life than a bored housewife resonated with her so much. It was a future that she could convince herself to begrudgingly live with - she was nothing if not stubborn, after all - and one that it sometimes felt like she was being groomed for however much she didn’t want it. Sure, she knew her parents would pay for Yale or any other university she decided on, but she also knew that the entire time they did, they’d be hoping she’d give up on her willful independence streak and settle for getting her MRS degree. “Like I’d choose anywhere that wasn’t,” she replied, amused at the comment that just hours prior she would have thought was an indicator of Sugar’s lack of academic motivation. But now she wasn’t so sure, and her confusion about what to make of the other girl only increased when, instead of dropping the subject of Quinn’s future plans, she responded with what seemed like real curiosity. “Publishing, actually,” she clarified. “But there are fewer schools that offer publishing degrees at the undergrad level. I like writing short stories and poems, and it’s tangentially related enough to at least get my foot in the door.”

It was probably the most she’d ever told anyone about her plans for the future, and it came as a relief when the conversation shifted away from her again. “Interesting set of criteria,” she commented, though she personally found the idea of having such freedom in her plans completely unrelatable. “Though I guess it depends on what kind of art and culture you’re looking for.” Knowing Sugar’s reputation, the phrase ‘girls like me’ could have meant so many things - girls from the wrong side of the tracks, girls who were known as chronic underachievers - and Quinn quickly shut down her thoughts of what exactly Sugar had been alluding to before they strayed too far into the other aspects of the other girl’s reputation. “Whether or not you should bother with college has more to do with what you want to do with drawing than it does with who you are, doesn’t it?” She wondered if she should feel bad for wanting more than this, more than Lima had to offer, like she was indulging in the kind of self-serving greed her priest so often warned about when the path out was never as clear-cut as it needed to be. For anyone. But before she had time to dwell on the thought too long, Sugar flipped the tone of the conversation and Quinn couldn’t help but let the corner of her lips twitch up slightly in return. It wasn’t a real smile by any stretch, but she wasn’t quite at the point of admitting to herself that she didn’t mind Sugar’s company as much as she usually did.  

“Oh, publishing! That’s pretty cool, actually. High powered career, good amount of money, but still... creative. I don’t understand people who want to be accountants, I mean yeah, obviously they’re necessary and I get if you’re super into numbers or whatever, but there’s just no creativity there. I couldn’t stand to be chained to desk 9 to 5 with no kind of artistic gain. You know what I mean? But I guess that’s me...” She stopped just short of mentioning she’d like to read something Quinn had written sometime. It was a weird thing to say to someone you didn’t know... at all. 

She licked her lips, trying to think of a response that wouldn’t sound stupid. “I... guess I don’t know. I just know that I want my knowledge of the world to extend past Taco Bell and the “foreign foods” shelf at Piggly Wiggly.” Sugar made air quotes to mark her point. She was sure Quinn knew as well as anyone else that foreign foods in Lima meant Pace picante salsa and two brands of soy sauce. “I want to experience everything the world has to offer... foods, music, clothing, languages... I’ve always wanted to travel.” She paused, cleared her throat. “I guess I’ll figure it out.” She finished up with a soft chuckle, shrugging it off. She knew most of her school mates thought Sugar and all her friends would get stuck in Lima flipping burgers or selling drugs. And if Sugar was really honest, she knew for at least a couple of her friends, that was a real possibility. But they loved her and she loved them. A silence fell between them, it was more comfortable than Sugar would have ever thought possible. After a few minutes, she turned to look at Quinn, her eyes sweeping over the blonde’s delicate features, the curve of her shoulders. “Truth or dare?” She asked playfully.

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Sugar was easily one of the last people Quinn ever would have expected to be having this conversation with, not to mention one of the last people she would have wanted to. Rachel would have been higher on her list of options, because as much as she hated the brunette, at least she’d have the assurance that the other girl was too focused on herself to pay much attention. But Sugar was somewhat of a wild card in that she had already proven herself to be surprisingly good at getting under Quinn’s skin without any real ammunition, which made the idea of actually telling her anything that much more terrifying; she liked to keep people at a distance, it was more comfortable that way, and while her goals for her future were nothing she was ashamed or embarrassed about, opening up to anyone felt like a step outside of her comfort zone.

Still, she was the one who had essentially brought up the conversation, and she was sure that if she just shut it down completely, Sugar would probably take her silence as evidence of some kind of lewd or lurid plans on Quinn’s part. “What, you didn’t already have me pegged for a future as a housewife?” She quipped wryly, knowing it was the future her parents envisioned and one that mirrored her own mother’s life, but one that she wasn’t interested in for herself. “Creative writing, maybe,” she half-shrugged, the movement of her shoulder making slight ripples in the water. “And Yale. That’s the only thing I know for sure that I want.” Quinn turned, glancing over at Sugar. “What about you?” 

Cocking an eyebrow at Quinn’s quip, Sugar shook her head knowingly. “You? C’mon, we both know you’re way to smart and ambitious for that. I mean, wife sure, kids... I dunno you that well, but housewife never.” She scoffed, though her tone had an edge of laughter to it, she was serious. Most of the girls on the Cheerio squad looked like the housewife type, especially the one named Kitty. I mean, hello? Kitty? She probably already did her chores in heels and pearls. But Quinn was different, there was more drive there. Santana was different too, but unlike Quinn, Sugar doubted Santana would ever escape Lima, even if she did escape the housewife fate that befell most attractive young females in this town. “Yale, good school I hear.” Sugar didn’t mention her father had gone to Yale, before he fell apart, before he let their lives de-rail. She never talked about her father if she could avoid it. But she did have an old photo album, and in it were tons of pictures of her dear old dad in New Haven. “What would you want to do with creative writing?” She asked, genuinely interested. “Do you want to write books or something? Or go the more journalistic online ‘zine route?”

When the conversation turned to her own future, Sugar gave a small shrug with both shoulders. “I’m not positive yet... I know whatever I do, I want to go East, lately New York has been the source of all my fantasies, but... I dunno, I could maybe do Boston or Philly instead. I know I want to be somewhere with history, and art and lots of culture.” She smiled softly to herself. “I like to draw, but I don’t know if I should bother with college... girls like me... well, college isn’t necessarily a given.” She chewed on her lower lip, mildly upset with herself that she’d let her guard slip that low in front of Quinn Fabray. “But uh, doesn’t matter anyways, right? As long as I get out.” She smiled cheekily at the blonde.

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For a few moments, the only sounds that filled the silence of the backyard was the water bubbling from the jets and the occasional car driving down the street. It was the first time in a while that Quinn felt like she should have been able to really relax and take a break from working to keep up her perfect image, but as much as she tried to just let go and enjoy the moment of peace, she couldn’t fully shake the edge or the calculating, analytical voice in the back of her mind. Opening her eyes, her gaze settled on Sugar, and she was surprised to find the other girl’s line of vision trained so intently on the evening sky.

“The stars and the lack of light pollution might be the only things Lima has going for it,” Quinn commented, dropping her voice slightly before adding, “I can’t wait to get out of here.” The future was something she didn’t let herself think about all that often; as it was, in the rare moments of complete privacy when she allowed herself to drop her carefully constructed image and think about her life honestly, she already felt pulled in two separate directions. The idea of being free to decide which of those directions she wanted to go in was too much to think about, but in spite of that, the one thing she knew what that no matter what direction she ended up going in the next few years, the one thing she refused to do was end up stuck in Lima, of all places.

Raising her head at the sound of Quinn’s voice, she turned to look at the girl, a soft smile working at her lips. “You know, I was just thinking the exact same thing.” Strange that two such opposite people might express an appreciation for the same small thing, but, Sugar supposed, probably most kids their age felt the same way. Practically everyone she knew talked about “getting out” after high school, though she knew most of them never actually would. They’d fall into jobs or get married and have babies just like their parents had done before them. And when there really was only one good thing about your shitty hometown, the night sky in Lima’s case, it was probably pretty common that everyone could at least appreciate that. Whether they were looking from their trailer park window, hood of their pick up truck, the 50 yard line at the state finals game, or their bubbling hot tub, it was the common thread of all of Lima’s teens. Probably.

Suspecting this made Sugar feel less like a loner, which was kind of nice in a way. Then she thought about all the people she’d be leaving behind when she actually did leave, and she felt a twinge of sadness. Because no matter what, Sugar knew for certain she absolutely would be leaving Lima. Either by bus or on foot, whichever way she had to get out, the day after graduation, she’d be gone. “What do you want to do?” She asked, lowering her voice as well, not wanting to create an echo or destroy the mood. “When you get out, I mean...” She slid a quarter of an inch closer to Quinn, as if they were conspiring together about something taboo.

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Quinn wasn’t exactly a stranger to people offering unsolicited comments about her appearance. Years as a cheerleader meant being hit on by the guys on the football team all the time, not to mention the boys from church, usually the kids of her parents’ friends, who’d spent more time than she could count trying to convince her to go out with them. Still, she wasn’t used to it coming from girls, and knowing Sugar’s reputation, it made her stomach flip uneasily and a flush spread across her cheeks. She wasn’t sure how much of it was just playful joking and how much was meant to be real flirting, and the sudden change in topic back to the hot tub came as somewhat of a relief from Quinn’s own thoughts.

Handing the extra towel to Sugar, Quinn nodded. “Two people is hardly a party,” she quipped lightly, though she gestured for Sugar to follow her out into the backyard anyway. She’d expected to be more annoyed by the other girl - she’d been pissed to say the least when they were assigned as partners for the project - but somehow Sugar was more tolerable when neither of them was surrounded by their respective cliques; she wasn’t about to declare them besties for life or anything, but it was interesting seeing Sugar in a new light. Approaching the hot tub, she set her towel on one of the nearby patio chairs before turning to pull the cover back and check the temperature of the water. Steam rose lightly from the surface of the water as she turned the jets on, letting her eyes flutter shut for a moment as she got in, the warmth helping to soothe her flustered nerves from before. 

Practically shivering with excitement, Sugar followed Quinn out back and to the hot tub, watching as Quinn got it ready and eased herself into the water. She giggled softly to herself as she stepped into the water, as the random thought of getting into a giant bowl of soup popped into her head. Despite her tough and well, slutty, reputation Sugar was honestly nothing but a big goofball at heart. If she said half the things she thought of out loud, she very much doubted she’d have any friends to hang out with. Pushing the silly thought from her mind and focusing on how good the water felt as she sank into it inch by inch. “Ahhhh...” She breathed dramatically, sitting and relaxing her head back against the edge of the tub, her eyes closing almost involuntarily.

A few moments passed before she opened her eyes, the sky full of stars staring back at her. For all of it’s faults, and there were so many, the one good thing about Lima was how the sky looked at night. A vast expanse of deep inky blue-black sprinkled with a million twinkling stars. Her eyes scanned, searching for the brightest star, and she smiled when she found it, softly and to herself. The sound of the water, which was working so hard to ease her tensions, filled her ears and she honestly felt as if she could live there, right there in that bubbling water.

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