My name is Quinn Fabray and I'm 22 years old. I recently opened a dance school, and it's going really well. I've left it in the hands of a good friend of mine while I spend a year in Paris with the best friend I could ever ask for: Kurt. There's been a little mishap, but these things happen. What can I do about it? I can enjoy myself.
Quinn Fabray is: Pregnant, and dating Sam Evans.
I know.. Will you follow me to the airport?
Um…yeah..
And I’m physically ready to go back to Cali on Sunday.
Not mentally though.
It’s gonna be tough..
I’d stay here if I could..
I know. I’d come with you if I could..
You want to have an off-day? We can spend it in bed, with a blanket and some movies?
Maybe I’m allergic to you going home..
Are you sure? You don’t want me to go and get you some crackers, or something like that?
I’m sure it’s just a passing bug…
Was still sick this morning, but I feel better now.
Now, cuddles. I’ll stay right here, all night, okay?
It’s just food poisoning. It’ll pass. You can pack up your things while I lay in bed? Most of your things are in my room anyway…
Hey.. I love you.
I love you too.
