(RP ACCOUNT ONLY)
We kind of do.. yes..
Hey, come on now. I was just teasing :p
- An oldie.
Good old times. We look like a family, Q!
There was nothing what excited Quinn Fabray more than having her own place. And even though she missed the contacts she had in the hallways of her residence hall at Yale every other day, Quinn surely didn’t miss sharing a dorm. It felt like she was free from her old routine, as she liked to call it. Small town Lima was behind her, even her first years in New Haven weren’t part of her every day life anymore. All Quinn wanted to do was focusing on her future and pursue her new dream to become an actress.
When she stepped out a bed this morning, Quinn noticed her fresh new view on the world; you don’t turn 21 every day. It wasn’t like she grew up in one second, but it sure felt like she matured a little. Turning 21 is a milestone, and Quinn knew precisely how and with whom she wanted to celebrate it. Legally, it’s the first day Quinn’s able to buy alcohol, and she wanted to try it. Alcohol never interested Quinn, not even at the many College parties she has attended, but tonight would be differently.
It wasn’t that late in the evening when Quinn took a shower, and after drying herself, Quinn styled her hair by straightening it and hooking two stands of hair with two bobby pin’s on the back of her head. Quinn never was the girl to wear make-up, so tonight wouldn’t be any difference. She wasn’t planning on ‘getting it on’ with somebody anyway. This was her night to let go and forget about midterms or premieres, and not to let somebody take her home and take advantage of her. At least, not like that. She was all up for the cuddling though, but that bores the modern man.
After finding her the perfect dress to wear, a simple white/black dress by Chris Benz her mom bought her for her last birthday, Quinn dressed into it and sat on the edge of her bed, figuring out what shoes to match her dress with. In the end she went with a pair of black crochet lace up booties which she rarely wears whenever she goes out. Quinn watched herself in the mirror, spraying some parfume onto her body, as she heard her front door opening, figuring her companion arrived. “Hey! I’m almost done,” she called back when she heard Puck’s familiar voice. After placing a watch around her left wrist, Quinn grabbed her bag from a chair and walked over to the living room. “How do I look?” she asked, turning for Puck.
Puck was in the middle of drinking his water when Quinn came out of her bedroom and let him see how she looked that night. He was sure he slightly drooled on his dark gray blazer and spilled some water on it too. Okay, fine it wasn’t drool but simply just water. He stood up immediately and placed the bottled water on the coffee table. “Damn it!” Puck exclaimed as he tried to dry off his blazer with his bare hand. He looked up to Quinn and licked his lips. “You look smoking, Q.” Puck finally blurted out, not wanting to make the girl feel not beautiful or anything like that. He made the final swipe on his blazer and finally walked over to Quinn.
“ID?” Puck posed as a bouncer, folding his arms over his chest and looked down at Quinn. Well now a little upward than the usual since she was wearing heels. He looked at her from head to toe. He spoke in a low voice as he continued. “Oh. Hello there, beautiful lady.” Puck said, smirking a little. “Come right in.” Puck chuckled as he ended his little role play. “And that’s how the bouncer wouldn’t even need to ask for your ID since you look twenty one and looking hot tonight, Fabray.” He said as he grabbed her hand and twirled her in her place. “Were you planning on getting laid tonight?” He asked, chuckling softly after and still holding her hand in his. Puck thought Quinn’s outfit was a little formal but at the same time it was definitely hot on her.
Oh shit. I’m in Lamborghini heaven.
Puck was excited for the plans he had for Quinn’s 21st birthday. He basically wanted to see the blond drunk again and just get loose since it was her birthday. It’s a passageway to adulthood. Getting drunk and having so much fun on your 21st birthday. But he was sure that he wouldn’t be sleeping with the girl even if she begged him because this was her night to have fun and to not get taken advantage of again. By him or by any guy, especially after she has experienced this past years.
Puck took a shower before shaving his stubble by his bathroom sink with his towel hung by his neck. Yeah, he always remembered how awesome it was to have his own place. He could walk around naked all the time, not like back home at Lima. His mother always berated him into putting some pants on whenever he was naked around the house. After Puck slapped on some aftershave on his chin, he walked out of his bathroom and into his bedroom to put on some tight brief boxers, thinking he wasn’t going to score tonight since he was going to be Quinn’s guide to adulthood and he was going to make sure she was going to be safe and at the same time have the night of her life. After putting on some dark colored jeans, he put on one of his favorite gray v-neck shirts and sat down on his bed to put on some black socks before putting on some black semi-formal rubber shoes.He opened his closet and took out a dark gray men’s blazer, putting it over his shirt as he faced his mirror by his dresser. Puck put on his native bracelets on his right wrist before grabbing his black framed glasses. He didn’t know why, but he thought he needed to wear his glasses that made him look smart and older. He put on some cologne before getting his keys and went out to his truck.
Puck drove all the way to Quinn’s apartment, now having it memorize as he took the route everyday back and forth. He parked at the usual spot he parked and got out of his truck. Puck went up to Quinn’s apartment building and went to her apartment door. He found the hidden key, where he always knew where it was, and went in the apartment as if it was his.”I’m here!” He announced to his friend,grabbing a bottled water from her fridge, and went to her living room as he flopped down on her sofa.
