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Quinn Fabray. 20. New Haven, Connecticut. Student at Yale University.
Quinndpendence


You can't change your past. But you can let go and start your future.



Trust me, this isn’t the life that I wanted you to have. I was just trying to protect you. I thought that keeping these secrets would keep you safe, but all it did was leave you vulnerable.

+*;  +scrapbook;  



+scrapbook;  +puck*;  +elena*;  +caroline*;  +photo: freshman year of hs;  



So, who wants to help me redecorate?

mystiicforbes:

Stop that.

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Just being honest. 

+c: caroline;  



This town is oddly quiet some nights…

indiasrose:

like it’s waiting for the ball to drop or something. Seattle was usually busy and loud or it was raining.

Sometimes it’s hard adapting to new stuff…

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It’s a small town. That’s what usually tends to happen in small towns.

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+c: india;  



So, who wants to help me redecorate?

mystiicforbes:

You’re lucky I can’t stay mad at you.

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You’re right. I am very lucky, but I’m only lucky because i have a best friend as incredible as you, Caroline Forbes. 

+c: caroline;  



Texts | Quinn
Puck: Hey that's not nice.
Quinn: Never said i was.
Quinn: I love you and all, but Puck you cannot write poetry to save your life.
+texts: puck;  



Texts | Quinn
Puck: I try. I'm trying to write her a song. I did it once before. I can do it again, right?
Quinn: As long as it's not poetry. I think you're golden.
+texts: puck;  



Texts | Quinn
Puck: yeah? That's what I'm trying to do. I'm trying to just see what would help. Comparing us to a Barbra Streisand movie helped a bit but I need to go into the mind that is Rachel Berry.
Quinn: Barbra Streisand? Nice move, Puckerman. I have to say, I'm impressed.
+texts: puck;  



diariesofagleeclub:

“Quinnie,” she whispered. “Quinnie I am here,” she choked out, tears falling.
 “Care” She breathed out, as she began to walk slowly towards her and stopped only a couple feet away from her. “You..how?” Quinn closed her eyes and opened them up again to make sure she wasn’t seeing things. “You’re an angel, right?” That’s what it was, Caroline was an angel now. 
  “I’m not an angel, Quinn. I’m really here. I’m not dead. I’m here and I need you to just hug me or else I’m going to break down,” she whispered.
 “It’s really you.”

diariesofagleeclub:

“Quinnie,” she whispered. “Quinnie I am here,” she choked out, tears falling.

“Care” She breathed out, as she began to walk slowly towards her and stopped only a couple feet away from her. “You..how?” Quinn closed her eyes and opened them up again to make sure she wasn’t seeing things. “You’re an angel, right?” That’s what it was, Caroline was an angel now.

“I’m not an angel, Quinn. I’m really here. I’m not dead. I’m here and I need you to just hug me or else I’m going to break down,” she whispered.

“It’s really you.”

+scrapbook;  +caroline*;  +scene: doagcs2;  



So, who wants to help me redecorate?

mystiicforbes:

Excuse the both of you!

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Oh, hey Caroline. You know, you can help too. After all, nothing is complete without the Caroline final touch. 

+c: caroline;