Who? Quinn and Rachel
When? Simultaneously with Quinn's text convo with Puck
Where? Where else?
What? Roommate SOS
Rating: SFW

Text Message
From: quinnie

rachel... i did something stupid.
Who? Quinn and Puck
When? Friday night, around 1 a.m.
Where? Faberry Apartment
What? In which Quinn is lonely and sober...
Rating: Gonna go ahead and say NSFW just for safety's sake.

Quinn can't sleep. It's past midnight, and she tosses and turns in her bed, frustration written across her face. She picks up her phone, scrolls through her texts (mostly from Rachel, and a couple from work friends), and puts it back down. Seconds later, she picks it up again, scrolls through her contacts, and pauses in the S's, where Rachel has changed Puck's name to Satan. Her thumb hovers over the touch screen, the name Satan far more tempting than it should be.

Things had definitely gone oddly between them the night they had sex, and Quinn isn't sure what makes her want to text him back. She full on moped for over a week, and Rachel was worried, and even now, she thinks what a stupid decision it would be to get in touch with him.

She sets her phone back on the bedside table, turning her back to it, closing her eyes, and forcing herself to concentrate on breathing, but even with eyes closed, the room feels as if it's closing in on her, and she flips over quickly to snatch the phone back off the table. The touch screen hasn't even faded, and Puck's number is still there, in the middle of her screen, Satan in big white letters.

Heart pounding, Quinn does the last thing she should do. Makes contact.

Text Message
From: quinn fabray

Who? Quinn Fabray and [livejournal.com profile] singingprodigy
When? Thursday afternoon
Where? The Faberry apartment
What? In which Quinn and Jesse converse
Rating: PG-13

Quinn walked into the living room after finishing up a creative writing final project and submitting it online to find Jesse on the couch, and Rachel nowhere to be seen. With a little huff, she rolled her eyes and walked past him to the refrigerator. Apple juice, soy milk, ranch dressing (all out of date), and a box of wine. Yes. A box.

She crossed over to the cabinet, finding a Dixie cup and filling it with box wine. Ever the classy one, that Quinn Fabray. With a groan, she walked over and sat down on the love seat. "Hi," she said lazily.
Who? [livejournal.com profile] tasteslikepnk and [livejournal.com profile] woman_or_a_girl
Where? The apartment. Where else?
When? Wednesday night
What? In which Quinn has no prospects and Rachel has no dignity.
Rating: PG-13ish

Quinn tossed her book aside, sprawling out on her bed. She was horny. Horny and bored, but not quite to the point of calling Puckerman to get him to come back. Far from it, actually. She was still ridiculously sore from that the last encounter.

She heard a knock on her bedroom door, and raised her head, calling out, "Rach? If it's you, come in... If Jesse's with you... Ew. No."
Who? [livejournal.com profile] tasteslikepnk, [livejournal.com profile] woman_or_a_girl, and [livejournal.com profile] but_idontlie (if Puckermun's willing?)
When? Around 2 AM Friday night/Saturday morning, right after this
Where? Quinn and Rachel's apartment
Rating: Who knows with this lot...

Quinn wrapped herself in her bathrobe quickly, shaking her head at Puck in her bed. She wasn't entirely sure how she had ended up in the same bar as the boy who'd knocked her up her sophomore year of high school. She didn't even live in Lima anymore, and yet, there he'd stood across the room, even more muscular and tanned than she'd remembered. The next thing she knew, she'd invited him back to her apartment... the apartment she shared with one Rachel Berry.

The same Rachel Berry had texted her while she and Puck were still in the light making out, some talking stage, asking to either be let in the house, or to have a pillow tossed to her so she could sleep in Quinn's car. She was still irritated at her roommate for losing her key and pulling her away from Puck's body heat to go back into the slight chill of night and let her in. She made her way over to her car, knocking on the window before realizing that a homeless man was watching her... in her bathrobe... She pulled the robe a bit tighter around her form as she jerked a thumb toward the apartment. "I'm not making excuses!" she responded verbally to Rachel's accusation. "I... Rachel, he looks amazing."