Quinn and Rachel || Phone Call
- Rachel: I'm sure that it wouldn't have been dramatic enough to simply shred all of those assignments and throw them out. *Chuckles* I like to keep things that are important to me...thus the storage unit somewhere in Lancaster...
- Rachel: That's only a slight exaggeration, Quinn. *Shakes head* Well, I'm usually not one to take what "they" say to heart, but I think I'll make an exception in this case. *Pauses* Actually, since we're planning on discussing things sometime soon...would you happen to have time off from the library any time soon? Some things should probably be discussed in person, though I completely understand if you have work or wouldn't want to make the trip into the city, or if it would be too soon, or...
- Quinn: Well, not for a high schooler. The social aspect of throwing caution to the wind was apparently a little more important that practicality. You're a little more sentimental than I am, I guess, seeing as how I only have a closet for that same purpose.
- Quinn: Exactly the reason I said it. *Smirks* Don't make too big of an exception to their way, or else you might wind up as dinner. *Balks slightly, a little hesitant, before she clears her throat and pulls herself together* I'll see what I can do...when the time comes. Before that, before I risk /you/ again, I need to sort out me. And with that comes change in Lancaster like they've probably never seen before, and a hopefully improved Quinn Fabray. We've got time, right? I'll work on making the most of that here and then maybe we'll go from there. I'll come to the city from there.
Quinn and Rachel || Phone Call
- Rachel: They will be quite useful, and I must admit that I do have nearly every assignment saved from that course. Minus the one that I somehow received a B on, I still refuse to believe that was a fair grade.
- Rachel: I'm sure there are worst places, but...there have always been very few redeeming qualities about Lancaster. *Smirks* Much, much overdue. Better late than never though, right? *Mumbles* I don't think that I could have handled never...
- Quinn: I'm willing to take a bet that I lost half of my to some bonfire that was the product of some serious Senioritis, but it doesn't surprise me that you kept them, even that B you didn't exactly earn.
- Quinn: Like the African Savanna or the Serengeti equipped with lions and other angry animals? Yeah, sure. I might be only have joking on that. *Nods* At least that's what they say. *Smiles* Never doesn't sit well, no.
Quinn and Rachel || Phone Call
- Rachel: Well, they will probably need them in the future, when they're inevitably interviewed on their celebrity daughter's childhood. I'll be sure to do that, and use some sort of official letterhead. At the very least, they should install astroturf as a safety precaution.
- Rachel: In most ways, it's certainly better than Lancaster. I'm confident that we will. *Smiles* Or the first time that we're both willing to - *Clears throat* A win-win situation for the both of us was well overdue.
- Quinn: See? Them keeping mementos could definitely work in your favor when people all around the country are fawning over how much tenacity you had even that young. It might be the day that word processing class from high school finally turns out to be useful.
- Quinn: I'm willing to bet most any place is better than here, actually. If Rachel Berry has a will, there's a way. *Chuckles, rolling her eyes* Okay, okay, some overdue change was made and now we can start on an overdue win.
Quinn and Rachel || Phone Call
- Rachel: Are you insinuating that the letters were never sent, or that they never made it far? I can say that I sent a carefully worded letter at the age of ten to an organic soymilk company regarding their misleading packaging, and managed to receive a coupon and apology in return. I'm sure that my six year old self would have been just as effective. Though that does explain why the jungle gym still stands...I may have to write another letter.
- Rachel: Well, I've been told that I can be somewhat intense. *Bites her lip* In time. Okay. As long as we plan on...fixing it. Whatever it is. *Picks at the couch* Well, letting you catch me wouldn't necessarily mean that I would be losing.
- Quinn: Some might have never made it. I mean, if I ever have kids, I plan on saving everything, crayon-written letters to Santa or complaints about faulty jungle gym sets included. That doesn't surprise me at all, that even a six year old Rachel was both well-versed and taking the initiative to call out a huge company. They might take it a little more seriously if you use ink this time.
- Quinn: It's better than dull, boring, stereotypical-product-of-Lancaster, right? I do. /We/ do. There's still a way to go, but it'll work out. *Drops her gaze to the floor, trying to formulate an appropriate response* It might be the first time there's ever been a win-win situation for the two of us.
Quinn and Rachel || Phone Call
- Rachel: I'm sure that the band-aid companies are doing just fine with skateboards and bicycles in existence. That jungle gym nearly cost me my life. I'm surprised that they didn't remove it after receiving my letter...though it was written in crayon. I trust your literary judgment.
- Rachel: That could work...though I'm not sure that anybody would be willing to pay to live with me, they would likely flee within the first week, and I'm not so sure that I would be willing to have a complete stranger rearrange my cereals and possibly steal my shampoo. *Shuts her eyes, letting out a shaky sigh* There are a few things to be answered, but...we have time. I just - I would say that you don't have to apologize, but - later. *Smiles* I can run faster than you might expect, my legs are oddly long for my stature. *Pauses* Though I can't say that I wouldn't let you catch me...*Clears her throat* Sorry.
- Quinn: Some things never change, do they? I'm willing to bet the Berrymen have plenty of crayon-written letters declaring a violation of the rights of a six year old Rachel that didn't make it as far as the company itself, not to say that you didn't have some excellent suggestions for improvement for them. I should hope so.
- Quinn: Why would they leave? I'm sure you could convince them to stick around with your cooking alone, but I agree with you on that bit. Like I said, finding people you can trust in a place like New York is bound to be difficult. *Takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly* Right. We do have time, don't we? I-yeah, there's more than a few things to worry about. I plan on making them up, fixing them, whatever. In time. *Mumbling* Oh, I know. *Picks up her jaw after a moment and continues* No, no, it's fine. Are you sure after that game of Monopoly? I'm pretty positive there's no way for Rachel Berry to lose.
Quinn and Rachel || Phone Call
- Rachel: It is a nice neighborhood, and the schools are decent...the parks are nice, minus the death trap known as a jungle gym. That sounds like a fair deal, I'll be sure to ask for it when I visit the book store again.
- Rachel: I should hope that I'm favorable to a crack head...I'll be sure to keep that in mind when I practice in the evenings. I haven't quite made any friends yet, but I have time. *Gulps, attempting to scrounge up a few words* I - I don't know what to say. We don't have to discuss it now, if you're not ready, but...we both deserved differently, Lancaster just made it difficult to get that, but that can change, I think, and...and you said details later, sorry. Just...can we promise that we will talk about this, whatever it may be? I realize that I've been more inclined to tiptoe around things when it comes to you, but now I'm here now and you're there, and I don't want to lose you. Not that I have you, by any means, I'm merely...I'm rambling. I apologize. *Sighs, rubbing her temples*
- Quinn: Someone needs to keep medical kit companies in business...or something, rather. The number of scraped knees and crying children product of that jungle gym is unbelievable. You won't be sorry.
- Quinn: You could, uh, put out an ad for a roommate. That's pretty much a sure-fire way to pick yourself a friend that will stick around...But I'm sure your neighbors could fit that bill when they're not abusing substance. *Trails off, listening to Rachel and trying to keep her breathing at a normal rate* I honestly don't know what else there was to expect from giving you that letter; I know I left so, so much unanswered and *Pauses* it's harder to envision a future when the present is in shambles. Things are less in ruin now, to a point, and I'm just now realizing how 20/20 hindsight is and how horrible this whole situation has been. And for that I owe you an apology more than a telephone call can convey so just...I promise that we'll talk about it. Soon. *Lets out a small, nervous laugh that's more like a breath than anything humorous* I-I don't think I would ever let you go farther than I could catch you.
