And finally, he was rewarded with a tight sound releasing from her lips. A laugh? Was it mocking? Quinn couldn’t tell anymore. Everything she did now had some form of disparagement in it, and often it made it difficult to tell whether she was joking or not. CONSEQUENCES were no longer at the top of her list of concerns, not to say that they had been at the top in the first place. They came sixth after becoming prom royalty, her reputation, the cheerios, whatever was left of her family, and now the skanks. Formerly holding the fifth place title had been the New Directions.
❝ While there might not be anything here yet, if you stick around, Sheila’s going to have a HELL of a good time trying to see if hair gel makes fires light up faster,
❞ she smirked, eye-balling Blaine’s hair and the copious amount of hair product that covered his head. He had GUTS, she had to commend him for that. Even though the gang had disappeared off-campus for an hour or two ( probably all day, who were they kidding? ), Quinn couldn’t think of one person who would actively choose to come up to her when she was in this…state, and ask her to grab something to eat with them?
❝ Come on, hair gel. Let’s not loiter.
❞
“Remind me to have you point out exactly who Sheila is? So I know who to avoid. I sort of like my hair on my head. Not used as kindling,” a broad, entertained grin tugged at the edges of his lips as he watched her eyeball his hair. She was clicking away on what to judge him by and he’d let her if that’s what made her comfortable. But he wasn’t going anywhere. Or giving up. He knew that Kurt had no clue what to say to her at this point and he wasn’t alone in that department. Not many of the New Directions kids did as far as Blaine could tell. Could be that he didn’t either but giving her time away from a bunch of rebels without a clue? No harm could come of that, yeah? So? He’d try whatever he could think of by the seat of his pants and if it worked and they connected? Great. If not? She had lunch that wasn’t just cigarettes.
Jerking into motion with a quick nod–Blaine nodded and started in the direction of the student parking lot. “We can take my car there. Faster and we can be back sooner. Unless you’d rather walk? I’m fine with either one. As long as there’s coffee at the end of the road? I’m good.” First they’d get on the way and then they could talk.
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