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A fic for day 2!
The 25 days of Kiersey continue! This is Thanksgiving-focused, but I wanted to get this one early in the countdown before Thanksgiving was too distant of an event. Iâm counting this as a winter holiday.
For context, if you want or need it, here is a ficlet that will function as a faraway prequel to the events of the following fic.
In the summer between his sophomore and junior year, Quinn tours with a fictional production of a real Broadway show, Deaf West's Spring Awakening. I recently watched the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade and decided that Quinn Cooper needed to be in on that action. Here's what happened as a result.
Heaven forgive me, for it is LONG under that cut! I saw the opportunity for Quindo fluff in New York City, and I ran with it, my friends. Featuring Quinnâs tour friend Kyra (in person, finally!), some stereotypical NYC tourism shit, and, of course, the actual Thanksgiving festivities.
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Playbill.com
November 1st
Summer Cast of Deaf Westâs Spring Awakening To Perform At Macyâs Thanksgiving Day Parade
*
Tuesday
Kiersey, NH
 Technically, the official start of Quinnâs Thanksgiving break occurs at 1:15 on Tuesday, when his last class lets out. Walking across campus after he leaves the sciences building is, to be sure, a very freeing experience. But itâs not until heâs by the door at the house on Beech Street, with a packed bag over his shoulder and a train ticket in his pocket, that it truly feels like his break is beginning.
âI canât believe you two are ditching out on Shaley Thanksgiving,â Ben tells him, shaking his head and mock-scowling, as he takes the keys to his Prius off a hook by the door. âAfter all Iâve done for you?â
Quinn smiles brightly, and offers Ben nothing but a shrug. âIâm sorry, Ben,â he hums, âbut Iâll be thinking of you in spirit.â
âWow, thatâs so nice of you, Mini.â Ben puts a hand to his heart, with all the snark in the world still in his eyes. âItâs almost for a moment like youâre not ditching to go to the big city.â
Quinn hums contemplatively, then glances at the time on his phone. âSebastiĂĄn,â he calls, and hopes his voice travels up the stairs. âWeâve got to go! The trainâs in twenty minutes!â
âTwenty-four,â corrects Remy, as he walks to the door to join them with his own bag in tow. âYouâve got time, Q.â
Quinn knows he does have time, but as they say in the theater, on time is ten minutes early. He smiles at Remy anyway, and sighs. âI suppose we do, donât we?â
Remy shrugs. âThe train station is, like, two seconds away.â
This is also true.
âYouâll have to forgive me, Ben,â he adds, while theyâre waiting. âGoodness knows Iâm grateful for your motherâs hospitality.â
âItâs okay.â Ben smirks. âOn the bright side, this year you wonât have to deal with her being weird.â
Mrs. Shaley does say odd things, most of them thinly veiled discomfort about his existence as an openly gay man (Quinn, you are just so stylish! It must just be natural for you people), but Quinn is still grateful that she had him to her house last year all the same.
Remy, who is going home with Ben again this year for the brief break, looks to him now, and asks, âWill we see you on TV?â
Quinn smilesâ he canât help itâ and dusts off his knit scarf where itâs wound around his neck. âI certainly hope you will,â he replies. âSo long as the parade is on, I donât see why you wouldnât.â
âThatâs awesome,â Remy says, with a smile of his own, and Ben adds, âI canât wait to live-Tweet it and say I know you.â
He sighs into his hand. âOh, Benjamin.â Heâs about to call for SebastiĂĄn againâ he did have the class that released the latest of all of them, so it makes sense heâs the last to be ready, but then again, he should have just packed last nightâ but before he can call him, the floor shakes with the unmistakable rhythm of him bounding down the stairs, and in another second, heâs joined them by the door.
âSorry, baby.â With his backpack over his shoulder, SebastiĂĄn looks handsome enough that Quinn is willing to forget his previous punctuality stress. âIâm ready now.â Heâs in his nice winter jacket, with the red scarf and matching hat, and he looks every bit prepared for the November streets of New York.
âGood,â Quinn says, simply, and fixes the way his scarf tucks into his jacket before he turns to nod at Ben. âWeâre ready when you are, mister taxi service.â
âYouâre an asshole,â Ben replies, âand letâs get outta here.â
The train station is only a three-minute drive from campus, and Ben and Remy drop them off there, with their own long drive to Providence awaiting them as they pull out of sight. Quinn feels as if heâs buzzing with adrenaline, with the excitement of the five days that lie ahead of them. Thanksgiving break may not be long, and in past years, it hasnât been very eventful for himâ freshman year, he stayed on campus, and last year at Benâs house was nice but not particularly crazyâ but this year is a whole new story.
This year, he gets a Thanksgiving break straight out of his wildest, most wonderful daydreams.
âAre you excited, cariĂąo?â SebastiĂĄn asks him, as theyâre waiting on the platform for the train, bundled up with their bags in the cold. Quinn feels like theyâre at the start of a wonderful holiday movie.
âOf course I am.â He winds his arm up in his and remarks, âIn fact, I canât remember the last time I was quite this excited.â
SebastiĂĄn smiles. Under his knit cap, his curls are just a little windblown. Quinn has never seen a more handsome sight. âIâm excited for you,â he says, and kisses his forehead, and this is going to be the greatest school break ever.
*
Wednesday
New York, NY
 On their first full day in New York, Quinn has rehearsals. This makes sense, because the whole reason theyâre in New York in the first place is so that Quinn can perform. Nando doesnât even have enough words for how proud he is of him, and the performance hasnât even happened yet.
Quinn is up bright and early Wednesday morning. Heâs headed to the hotel convention center downstairs, where heâs meeting up with his castmates from over the summer for the first time since he left tour in August. Nando rolls over in bedâ itâs still dark outâ and smiles when he feels him a kiss to his cheek on his way out. He reaches out of the covers and feels around until he can grab Quinnâs hand in the dark.
He squeezes it, three timesâ their wordless way to say I love you. Quinn returns the three squeezes, kisses the back of his hand, and then turns to go, a silhouette in rehearsal clothes as he leaves.
The bed feels empty without him afterwards, but itâs still dark outside the windows of the room, so Nando falls asleep for another little while and dreams ofÂ
When he wakes again, he has an interesting situation on his hands: time to himself, in the middle of New York City. Heâs never been here before, but heâs fully prepared to become a huge tourist so he can visit some of the food spots he follows on Instagram.
At a respectable hour, he gets up, gets dressed, and does just that in Quinnâs absence. A few very successful dessert-for-breakfast experiences later, he heads back to the hotel to FaceTime Mama and his sisters.
âCan we watch him on TV?â Gabi asks.
âIs he gonna be on one of the floats?â adds Rosa.
âWell, not exactly on a float,â Nando tells them, âbut yeah, you can watch him on TV! I donât know when heâs on, but heâll know, so Iâll text you guys later.â
âWish him luck for us,â Mama says, with a warm smile, and Nando smiles, too. Itâs not that often you spend Thanksgiving in New York, when your family is thousands of miles away and your friends hundreds, but itâs also not often that your boyfriend, the love of your life, your favorite person in the entire world, is performing at the Thanksgiving Day Parade, so. Yâknow.
Nando didnât know it was possible to be this cheeky with pride.
At noon, he goes downstairs to pick Quinn up from rehearsal. Heâll have a busy Thursday, what with the parade and everything, but for the rest of the day, their time is entirely theirs.
Itâs kind of easy to tell where the cast people are coming from, because one of Nandoâs various acquired skills from the course the two years so far of this relationship is being able to spot Deaf people in public. Itâs really not hard. Just watch for flying hands!
Thatâs how he spots Quinnâ leaving the convention area, among his fellow Deaf West people, orâ Kyra, actually, to be more specific. Nando hasnât seen Kyra in months, since July, actually, when he met her on their Phoenix Spring Awakening tour stop. Her hair is differentâ in space buns instead of her afroâ and sheâs wearing a bright orange sweater, which, if her Instagram is accurate, is right in line with her sunshine aesthetic. She was amazing on tour; sheâs such a talented person.
She walks side by side with Quinn, and theyâre moving kind of slowly because theyâre turned halfway toward each other to talk. Their hands move a mile a minute, and Nando knows a good amount of sign, but canât keep up with this rapid conversation.
Lucky for him, he doesnât have to. Quinn and Kyra seem to see him at the same timeâ and Kyra signs something he does understand, with this huge, bright smile. Literally, her sign means cactus and S, but Nando knows thatâs just his sign name.
He waves across the lobby, then signs back to herâ sunshine and K, for Kyra, and she lights up even more. She runs the rest of the way over, and Quinn goes after her.
How are you? he asks, and Kyra looks so excited that she almost jumps up and down.
They get to hold a small conversation in sign, and Nando loves catching up with Kyra but sort of loves even more how Quinn smiles as he watches them talk, like heâs glad theyâre interacting, and itâs justâ itâs wholesome. Itâs great. Kyra is great, and heâs just so happy for Quinn that he gets to see her and all his tour friends again. He was sad to part with them at the end of the summer.
Kyraâs mom is in the city with her, so they part ways when she arrives; Quinn has another brief and very fast sign conversation with her as sheâs leaving. Nando figures itâs probably just âsee you tomorrow,â but you never know.
âBaby,â he whispers, leaning down to him as they start side-by-side toward the elevator, âyou have to hear about the churro I found this morning.â
Quinn laughs, and looks up to him, winding his arm in his elbow. Nando thinks they were meant to fit together this way. Itâs so natural, and so easy. âI would love to hear about that.â
âI took pictures and everything,â he says, then pauses to press the button and hail the elevator. He looks to him again to add, âBut also, how was rehearsal? Can I take you out to lunch?â
âOut to lunch?â Quinn swoons. âYou must be trying to get in my good graces.â
He pretends to pout. âAm I not already in your good graces?â
Quinn swats at his chest. âOh, donât be a drama queen.â
He kind of wants to point out that Quinn, rather than he, is the one who just got out of several hours of pro theatre rehearsalâ but he guesses that would be telling him what he already knows. Instead, he grins and shrugs, then kisses his forehead. The elevator dings upon arrival. âI���ll take that as a yes,â he says, and they have a very good afternoon.
*
Thursday
 Itâs absolutely frigid outside, and itâs six in the morning, and Quinn is having the time of his life.
Heâs huddled on a couch with his castmates, in a trailer, waiting for the day to beginâ though he supposes itâs already started, given his five oâclock wake-up call. He thought the tour was exciting, and truly, it was, but this is a whole other excitement entirelyâ being in New York, with so many performers all in one small place, knowing what lies in store for his day.
Life, he thinks, is maybe a dream come true right now. From coming here with SebastiĂĄn to getting to perform, there are so many things heâs grateful for, so many experiences he feels so lucky to have. This is no exception, as he sits in the trailer, with space heaters warming his feet and cast friends on either side. Itâs like being back on tour, except this time, itâs one time only. He has to make it count.
And⌠yes. Quinn is decided. He is going to be completely obnoxious on Instagram today. To start it out, he nudges Kyra, who sits directly next to him, and opens the front camera on his phone.
Kyra lights up for the cameraâ she truly is the human embodiment of the sun, and Quinn is honestly a little jealous of how good and put-together she already looks at six in the morning. Sheâs wearing yellow earmuffs that sort of match the gold rims on her glasses, and she hooks an arm around his neck to lean into the picture. Her cheek is warm against his, and he laughs. On his other side, their friend Minji pushes into the camera, too, and flashes a heart at the camera with her thumb and pointer picture together.
Are you posting that? Minji asks, once heâs snapped the selfie.
He puts his phone down and grins. Obviously, Iâm posting it.
Heâs hunting for stickers to put it on his story when it becomes something of a âthingââ the various other friends and castmates around him realize heâs taking pictures, and then, right as he gets the selfie up on his story with a little turkey sticker, everyone is clustering for another.
Group shot!
Let us be on your Instagram!
Yeah, we need a reunion picture.
Hang on, he tells them, and laughs, then climbs up onto the edge of the couch. He faces them to add, Iâm not tall enough for that, and while they laugh at his heightâs expense, he rolls his eyes and opens his camera again.
Smile! he signs into the camera, and then clicks the button a few times so heâll have options to choose from. This one should be a post, not a story, he decides. He thinks there are enough cast members in it to maybe send it to production staff. Not to pat himself on the back or anything. Really, he just wants to document these moments with his friends, while theyâre all still in one place again.
Oh, you know what we should do? he says to Kyra, as heâs sitting down on the arm of the couch. A before and after picture, with costumes.
Kyra grins, and she nods. They did posts like that several times, over tourâ a picture before you get costumed, and then the same picture but after youâre ready to go onstage. We should make a TikTok, Kyra says.
He laughs. Oh, goodness, he says, but he knows heâll probably wind up doing just that. He has a feeling his social media will be quite alive and well by the end of the day today.
He wants to hold every part of this day in his memory, so heâll never forget what this feels like.
*
Itâs been three months since Quinn got to be Moritz Stiefel.
Though it took a lot out of him this summer, itâs a role heâs missed sorely, and he doesnât usually get to go back to playing characters whose shows have come to a close for him. He supposes today is a bit of an exception, and, to be sure, heâs been excited for today since the very moment he learned this performance would be happeningâ but itâs not real, exactly, until he sees himself in a mirror, in costume.
He knows this version of himself, though he hasnât seen it in awhile. His hair is mussed up, and the school uniform costume fits just as itâs supposed to, with a crooked tie and a tall pair of socks. He isnât micâd yetâ thatâs a step theyâll reach later this morning, with the sound technicians at the parade, and his hearing aids have been out for several hours; theyâre tucked into his jacket pocket right now.
The mirror in the trailer is small, and he smiles at himself in it. He always likes this part, performingâ when he gets to see himself as the character heâs going to be. Today, itâll only be for five minutesâ but five minutes of glory, on television, with his friends from the summer, and so theyâre bound to be some of the most exhilarating five minutes of his life.
He doesnât want to get a big head, but the fact that so many people will be watching⌠thatâs a lot to take in. On the street, in person, SebastiĂĄn will be watching, too, and thatâs something heâs very mindful of.
Kyra is putting flowers into her hair, at the small mirror next to him. He grabs his phone to wave it at her, and she grins, then signs for him to wait one second, so he does.
Just like old times, she says, when sheâs done, and then lets him take their picture in the mirror. He sends it off to SebastiĂĄn first, then puts it on his steadily growing Instagram story.
It is just like old times. Quinn doesnât want the day to be over, and itâs barely begun.
*
Of all the places heâs performed, Quinn has to say that the streets of New York City rank high.
The morning is a blurâ move from place to place, let people tell you where to be, get briefed by tech people who know a lot more about whatâs going on than he does. Comply, because thatâs what you do. Warm up your voice. Take so many pictures that your phone starts to yell at you that itâs running out of storage.
From a distance, spot someone who looks an awful lot like your boyfriend on the side of the street. You can tell itâs him, because you knit that red scarf for him two Christmases ago. Itâs his color, undoubtedly. Kyra signs his name at him from afar, but he doesnât see either of you. Until you go on.
You get a little nervous, but you donât have time to be nervous, because youâre on the move and youâre waiting to perform, and thenâ you blink, a rush of adrenaline, and itâs over.
And you just did what actors all over the country dream of doing.
There arenât words for that in English or in sign.
*
Friday
 On Friday morning, when Quinn wakes up, itâs snowing.
He doesnât realize it at first. Heâs tucked beneath SebastiĂĄn in their hotel bed, waking from a sleep so deep and welcome it felt truly heavenly, buried between covers and warm weight. He opens his eyes to gentle, natural light in the room, a sure sign they slept in, and he blinks a few times before he realizes what heâs seeing in the nearby window.
Snow. So much snow, and falling fast. Goodness, itâs beautiful. The view isnât bad, either; Manhattan is a sea of buildings, and this snapshot of glass is only a glance. The snow is so peaceful, coupled with the thought that they have nowhere to go, nowhere to be. After the dream come true that was yesterdayâ the parade, the performance, getting dinner with SebastiĂĄn and Kyra at some diner with no other patrons in the middle of the Thanksgiving afternoonâ he could use to rest and reflect.
Quinn knows itâs clichĂŠ, but he truly does love this city.
He threads his fingers into SebastiĂĄnâs curls, and pulls his head close to his chest, and rests in bed while he watches the snow come down.
Some time later, when SebastiĂĄn has woken, he gets to spend a lazy, snowy morning in bed, and between gentle kisses, he tells him thereâs nowhere else he would rather be.
*
Saturday
 âCan you keep up, baby?â
Nando knows a retort is coming before it even does, but he still grins when Quinn pipes up, from a few feet behind him, âOh, you just mind your business, SebastiĂĄn; I am fine.â
As if to prove it, he closes the small space between them and skates up by his side. Nando knows that getting out on the ice and immediately taunting him was not practical, but it was entertaining, and he likes that Quinnâs cheeks are flushing now. He holds out his elbow, like a peace offering, and Quinn wraps his gloved hand up in it.
âYou wanna take a winter stroll?â Nando asks him, with a wink down in his direction.
âThis is hardly a stroll,â Quinn replies, in that know-it-all voice that drives Nando crazy in the best way possible. âItâs more of a glide,â he adds, and with that, they start skating along.
âThatâs fair,â Nando replies, and tips his head up to take in the view.
He couldnât spend any weekend even slightly related to the holiday season in New York City without going ice skating under the huge tree. Because first of all, itâs in every New York Christmas movie ever, and second, one of his and Quinnâs first dates was skating, and third, he fricking loves to skate, and fourth, this is his life, so there.
âThis is breathtaking,â Quinn remarks, and thatâs an understatement. There are enough lights on the tree to probably show up from space, and Nando has learned over the past few days how huge this city actually is, but being right here in the middle of everything just reinforces that truth. They skate along in the throngs of other people, which is part of the tourist experience, and honestly just makes it even better. Nando has seen this on TV so many times. He canât believe heâs actually here. Pretty much everything about this weekend has been like some kind of dream situation where crazy things you imagine actually come true.
And speaking of dreams. He looks down to Quinn, and itâs, like, okayâ cheesy, but the lights are all reflecting in his eyes, and heâs bundled in his scarf and peacoat, and heâs the prettiest thing Nando has ever seen. Including the giant tree. Including everything.
Quinn catches him looking. Of course he does. He smiles, rosy-cheeked and windblown, and hums, âWhat?â
âI love you,â Nando replies, and kisses him right in the middle of everything.
Quinn laughs out of the kiss. He stays tight on his arm, and somehow, they keep skating without falling. Nando thanks his hockey side for that.
âI love you, too,â Quinn replies, and his voice could block out all the noise of the whole city.
Theyâre the center of the world.
*
Sunday
Kiersey, NH
 The whole way home to Kiersey, Quinn sleeps on SebastiĂĄnâs shoulder.
Itâs unintentional, but peaceful all the same, dreams full of memories of the weekend. He gets into his seat at Grand Central Station, slumps against him, and wakes to his gentle nudging hours later, so they can change trains in Boston. The next ride is shorter, but he rests again anyways, and the gray November day is dimming outside the train windows when he opens his eyes at the Kiersey station.
They walk back to campusâ it isnât far. SebastiĂĄn is holding both of their bags, and Quinn is holding nothing but his arm. Itâs chilly, but bundled up, it isnât so bad. With this boy, Quinn is so very warm. By the time they round the corner onto Beech Street, lines of student houses with warm windows stretching down either side of the familiar road, the sun has gone down.
On the front steps, Quinn pulls his hands out and looks up to him. He hasnât had his hearing aids on in over twenty-four hours, and itâs been the most liberating and lovely experience. Before they re-enter the chaos of the hockey house and heâll have to put them in again, he wants to sign him one last thing.
Thank you for joining me, he says, once he has his gaze. I love you so much.
SebastiĂĄn smiles. He puts the bags down by the door, rests both hands on his shoulders, and kisses him gently. No wintry breeze could stop the warmth in Quinnâs chest.
When heâs pulled back, SebastiĂĄn replies, Iâd join you anywhere. I love you, too.
Quinn beams at him, and with one more shared, quiet moment, SebastiĂĄn picks up the bags, and Quinn leans into the front door and pushes it open. Hey, people! he reads on SebastiĂĄnâs lips, no doubt a loud exclamation, as they cross the threshold together. Weâre home!
Home, indeed. Quinn closes the door behind them, and the warm, familiar, slightly chaotic embrace of Beech Street welcomes them back.
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okay but i just thought about Voice of the Prairie and how it fits Moritz and Ilse s o well
#spring awakening#sa#moritz steifel#Moritz#ilse neumann#ilse#will i write an au??? probably#when will you see it?? in like 20 years when i actually do it#Moritz would be Quinn and Ilse would be Frankie#OOOO OR BETTER YET DWSA VERSION WHERE ILSE IS QUINN AND MORITZ IS FRANKIE
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can we please get a Nando/Quinn facts post pls I am s t a r v i n g
Yes, you can. Happy Pride. Gay rights.
(Ask me anything about the crickets!)
- Weâve talked about this a few times, technically, but never to my knowledge in a facts post, so Iâll say it again here now: Quinn is low-key never not being carried, or at least touched, in Nandoâs presence. He sits in his lap on the regular, and if heâs not there or being carried, heâs holding onto his arm or just holding his hand or some other ridiculously soft shit. Do they get fined? Absolutely. Is it worth it? Absolutely.
- Nando is constantly feeding him. I mean that in the sense of giving/making him food, but also in trying to actually feed him while theyâre eating together, which, yes, is super fucking schmoopy, but if you havenât already noticed, they sort of have a reputation for being schmoopy. On the flip side, Quinn is obnoxious when they eat together because he is That Partner who always wants to taste what their S.O. is eating even when they have their own food. (This was part of the cricket roast session, but is absolutely a regular occurrence.)
- By the way, eating off each otherâs utensils in public (or general sight of any team member) is an instant fine.
- On the thought of fines and just existing together on the team, letâs talk about Manager Quinn with Nando. My very favorite Quindo thing that happens once Quinn becomes manager is this: itâs very specific, but after warm-ups and before puck drop at the beginning of each game, Nando goes, in plain sight, to get a kiss from Quinn on the bench. Theyâre both completely out by the time heâs manager (well, Quinnâs fiasco with his grandparents happens junior year fall semester, but heâs a naive gay idiot who doesnât think they could possibly catch wind of the fact that heâs being completely openly gay with his mildly-sports-famous NCAA boyfriend) (also Quinn is slightly niche-famous by that point, because of the DWSA tour) (the point is that this is an ill-thought-out idea on Quinnâs part in the sense of not thinking itâll get back to his grandparents, but he does it anyway because he loves him).
- Which, by the way, especially once Quinnâs grandparents know and have cut him off, theyâre so public about being a couple that neither of them cares at all. This is notable mostly because Nando is in the NCAA. Though Bitty certainly set a lot of precedent as the first out captain and by going public in his relationship with Jack, Nandoâs openness still makes a lot of waves. Openly queer hockey players are, as a concept, still very rare.
- Anyway. Sorry. The whole point of that digression was to tell you that they kiss on the bench before every game. Itâs just a little peck, and Quinn tells him to go get emâ, and then Nando does.
- Quinn kicks Rhodey out of his bus seat so he can sit with Nando. The thing is heâs barely even using his own seat. Bus rides = naptime for both of them. Theyâre snuggly boys.
- I kind of think I would like to talk more about them being very softcore famous as a couple, and I mean seriously softcore, but famous all the same, for reasons Iâve discussed above. Itâs also very much worth noting that I imagine Nando being captain his senior year. The (openly gay, Latino) captain of a D1 NCAA hockey team dating the team manager is definitely something that would make college hockey news, especially around the conversation of inclusion in the sport.
- Theyâre open about being a couple in a hockey context because Nando very much wants to show younger people like himself that itâs possible to be yourself and thrive in an environment thatâs honestly designed to work against you.
- Also because they love each other.
- Ask me about Quinn searching his own name on AO3.
- Weâve talked about Nando learning ASL for Quinn, and also about how little bits of sign make their way into the way they talk to one another even when Quinn is wearing his hearing aids. But what we havenât yet bridged is the flip-side of this, namely: Quinn picking up Spanish. I will say that I donât think this starts to happen until theyâve been dating for about a year or so, and even then itâs very small phrases for quite awhile.
- Quinn, ultimately, will become fluent in Spanish, as will Nando in ASL. But learning a language is a process, so it takes both of them a couple of years to get it down pat.
- But the point of me bringing that is up is that, as with the signs, little Spanish phrases become another part of their conversations. Quinn does finally figure out the translations of the various Spanish pet names and lovey-dovey phrases. Of which there are many, by the way.
- Now weâre moving into slightly forbidden knowledge, but on the topic of Spanish... when Nando wants to be a sneaky boy and try to fluster Quinn in public, he will mumble slightly dirty things in Spanish into Quinnâs ear. Rest assured he doesnât do this when anyone who might be able to translate is listening, but it mostly happens, like, at kegsters, or at a restaurant for team dinner after a big win at a game, or wherever else.
- Does it fluster Quinn? Absolutely. :)
- Totally shifting gears here but Quinn is a little shit who, during snuggle time, will spontaneously duck his head under Nandoâs shirt just so he can kiss his belly. For not the first time, Iâll emphasize that Nandoâs belly is, like, Quinnâs favorite part of him. Besides his face, I guess. I feel like you have to like someoneâs face to be dating them.
- Post-graduation, their plans include moving back to Arizonaâ at first living with Mama Hernandez until they can get on their feet financially, and then buying a house together. Yes, all of this is planned out, and yes, we can talk about their far-future life if you wish. I already have a few asks that will enable me to talk about it.
- And yes, I will elaborate on the accidental baby acquisition thing. Itâs angsty, but such is life, at times.
- Iâll also elaborate on how they try to propose to each other at the same time, because thatâs a gay trope that most definitely applies to them.
I hope this satisfies your need for that sweet sweet Quindo content, but if it doesnât, rest assured the ask box is open for anything your heart desires.
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