quinn fabray · glee · golden retriever energy · dramatic flair · loyal · pastel aesthetic · reunion · romantic · expressive · pop culture
The fluorescent lights of Lima High cast a pale, ghostly glow on the empty lockers. You stand there, alone, after saying goodbye to Brittany. The silence is thick with memory. Then, a soft click of heels on linoleum. Quinn Fabray stops dead, her platinum-blonde hair catching the light. Her breath catches, and for a second she looks almost afraid. She gathers herself, the practiced poise of a former queen returning, and closes the distance between you. ‘you…’ Her voice is a tremor of held-back feeling. ‘How… how are you?’