#p:quinn

[itsoliverbray]

The moment Quinn had accepted his offer, Oliver grabbed his keys and all but jogged to his car. While most would have been pulled quickly had they even considered going the speed he did, but that wasn’t a concern. After all, he was Oliver Bray. His car, expensive in both reality and appearance, zipped and sped through town, bringing him to the front gate of Nevermore Academy. Sliding the car into park, Oliver left the engine running, pressing the button to pre-warm Quinn’s seat before stepping out of the vehicle and making his way up the drive to collect her bags. “Well hello, gorgeous. Fancy meeting you here.” He teased just as an ear-splitting howl broke through the otherwise still air surrounding them. Shaking his head, Oliver chuckled a bit. “I see what you mean.” Gathering her bag in one hand, he wrapped an arm around her waist, guiding her gently towards the car before opening the passenger side door, extending his free hand to help her in.  @fearleaderfabray

[a-theabrams]

📱QUINN, BUT EUROPEAN ↔️ ARTIE

QUINN: I’m alive! Having a great time actually. I’ll tell her- she’s just getting changed for dinner.

QUINN: How are you? How is sanders?

ARTIE: I got scared when I didn't know about the landing. Airplanes are THE DEVIL. Dinner! where are you guys going?

ARTIE: I am good. Sanders is...you know the same old. I am taking dinner to a friend, she had a rough day

[schoolslutsugar-blog]

First || Suguinn

Sugar stood in front of Quinn’s house, double-checking the address. The house wasn’t far from her friend Dani’s place, not that Dani would ever admit to being from the right side of the tracks, but it was definitely way larger than any house Sugar had ever seen. It gave her a vague familiar feeling, like a house she’d seen in the background of an old photograph. She blinked up at it and dropped her phone in her bag before making her way up the winding path to the door. Normally she didn’t care at all what people thought of her, or her clothes, but as she glanced down at her shredded jeans, the strings of her bikini peeking out over the hips, and her beat up plaid shirt - stolen years ago from Hunter - mostly unbuttoned but for the middle two to cover her bikini top, she found herself hoping she wouldn’t have to meet any parents.

Sugar wasn’t great with parents, having mostly raised herself, they made her nervous and awkward. Like any minute they might ask how her grades were or if she’d been doing drugs... that’s what parents were supposed to ask, right? With a final deep breath, she reached out a thin finger and pressed the doorbell, the melodious sound of chimes instantly ringing out as she did. Welp, here went nothing. She hitched her bag, heavy with book and binder, on her shoulder and waited for someone to answer the massive door.

[caydennilsson]

❂ = wiping blood off their face

@quinnadams

“I think there’s a rule somewhere that when you see a vampire like this, you do the opposite of what you’re doing.” Cayden said quietly, keeping his head still as she gently dabbed away the blood at his mouth. He was covered with it after being shot twice during his hunt, but apparently the whole night had gone badly for everyone with a violently attacked body found, plus some haunting note that left people paled. It mattered nothing to Cayden to either way, though he did hope he wouldn’t be blamed for it.

What mattered was the fact he was sitting there shirtless, the bullet wound on his shoulder on full display. The one on his thigh was still tightly wrapped, though his pants around it were soaked with blood. They were black at least, hiding the crimson well and making it look less gruesome, but he would have to discard them and tend to that injury so he could rest and heal up. 

“I suppose this means I owe you another favor, doesn’t it?” Cayden asked, offering the slightest of smiles as he glanced up at her.

[am-i-even-finn]

nursefabray replied to your post: they’s too cute to be too mean.

Raaaaawr.

I 'dought kittys go meeeeeows?

[dom-tana]

Massage || Quinntana

Who: Quinn Fabray and Santana Lopez

When: Late at night

Where: Fabray Manor

Notes: Quinntana <3

Santana was trying to stay mad at Quinn...she really was. She wanted to just say fuck it and fuck her, your better than him but of course as soon as she needs something... she's right there. She felt weak but it was Quinn. They've been friends forever. She's watched her date plenty of guys that aren't good enough for her.

She dressed and jean short shorts, a tight black tank top and put on some hightops before grabbing her oils and stuffing them in the bag. Thankfully Eli wasn't aloud on the bike after the accident so it was all hers. She grabbed her leather jacket and went off to the Fabrays, arriving 10 minutes later welcoming herself in. "I'm home!" She smirked.

[sammers-evans]

Fabrevans : Surprise Visit

Tagging →Sam Evans and Quinn Fabray

Time frame → January 20th

Location → New Haven

General notes →Sam surprises Quinn with a visit.

Sam:

The flight felt longer than it really was. Probably because he was anxious about how things were going to pan out when he arrived. It had been a pretty spontaneous decision, encouraged by Santana that Sam take the trip to New Haven. Sure, he’d been pondering the idea in his head already, but he knew if it weren’t for the little boost from Santana, that he wouldn’t have gone through with it today. He hoped Quinn would be happy to have him there so suddenly though. Since the main goal was to surprise her with the visit, show her that he was as willing to make the effort for this relationship as she was. Stepping off the tarmac, Sam hastily grabbed his luggage and made his way out of the airport, catching a cab to Quinn’s place. 

Much like on the plane, the drive felt longer than it really was. The nerves now building in the pit of his stomach as he neared the desired destination. Sam sure hoped she was home, otherwise the surprise element would have kind of lost it’s touch. Pulling up out the front, Sam let out a breath. “Here goes..” he mumbled to himself, paying the cab driver and making his way up to the front doorstep. Taking a moment to try and compose himself, he quickly ran through the possible reactions from Quinn, coming up with some form of answer for each one before reaching his hand up to lightly knock on the door. As he waited for an answer, he brushed down his clothing and tried his best to look as calm and collected as possible.

[a-theabrams]

QUINN  📲  ARTIE

QUINN: So.. wanna tell me what I saw with you at Matt’s little party?

ARTIE: Matt and Blaine thinking they were being discreet while making us all both uncomfortable and jealous?

[herorachelberry]

And if you could only let it be, you would see I like you the way you are

[am-i-even-finn]

nursefabray replied to your post: Why’re you sad, trouble?

What kind of reasons?

'ust reasons, Ms. Alice. I don'ts weally know why.

[batman-sam]

Text Messages || Quam

Sam: So, I need to catch you up on your sci fi and comic book edumication. When are you free?

Sam: Oh, and don't forget our Star Wars date next week.

[streetrxts-blog]

Cause Why Not // Max&Quinn

( quinnharding )

The afternoon had full potential to be a fun one. Max walked down the street after leaving his apartment with a cocky walk about him.; he was about to have fun with a cute drunk dude with the promise of a skinny dip session and the boy couldn’t have been more thrilled to leave the apartment. He was far from scared about walking around by himself and he scoped out every pool he could remember down a few nearby streets. Some had walls that were too high, others actually had occupants in them and Max wasn’t interested in putting on a strip show for anyone other than his company. 

Eventually he found the perfect set up: a hotel pool with lights around the rim, nestled along the side of the hotel out of view of the desk clerk and no one else in sight. Max logged back into Guy Candy and sent his location to Quinn over the app. Meanwhile, he ditched the area and made his way over to a nearby gas station to fetch a six pack. Quinn might have been drunk but Max was still sadly sober - which would be changing soon.

[jfcgeorgeshelley-blog]

George frowned at his phone, before immediately climbing into his car and driving to Quinn's. That poor girl had been sick for far too long, and he knew she wasn't taking care of herself. She thinks too much of others and her job but not about her own health. He knocks on the door, a cup of chicken noodle soup and a pack of crackers since he knows it's going to be hard to get her to eat soup.

[a-theabrams]

TEXT: So.. wanna tell me what I saw with you at Matt’s little party? (Quinn)

TEXT: Matt and Blaine thinking they were being discreet while making us all both uncomfortable and jealous?

[run-tana-run]

Good luck || Quinntana

¿La verdad? Había recordado de último minuto que había quedado con esa rubia preciosa; si me sinceraba aún más, entonces podía admitir que me había dado pereza caminar hasta la cancha, por lo que la había citado frente a su habitación. Después de todo ese era mi objetivo, ¿no?

Salí de mi habitación y caminé con toda la tranquilidad del mundo hasta la puerta de pino; la número trece. Me recosté descuidadamente sobre la puerta, y doblé una de mis piernas, mientras mantenía mi atención fija en un punto inespecífico del otro lado del pasillo. En ese momento no vestía algo complejo como lo hubiese hecho si fueran las tres de la tarde: un holgado pantalón de seda azul, y una blusa de tirantes blanca, nada más. Después de todo, era algo perfecto, pues no necesitaba valerme de mucho drama para hacer lo que tenía planeado.

Sí, tenía algunas expectativas aquella noche. 

En cuanto recibí su último mensaje, alcé mi cabeza y la encontré caminando en mi dirección. Se veía tan bien, que se me hizo agua la boca. Había que ser honestos: yo no estaba en ese sitio para una amistosa charla de deportes, pero tampoco era tan idiota como para saltar encima de ella en cuanto la viera. Había logrado exactamente lo que quería: encontrarme con ella en su habitación. Ahora quedaba llevar las cosas con paciencia, y esperar mi momento.