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The Perk, Saturday Afternoon

After Quinn spoke with Santana at the picnic, it didn't take her long to realize she and Puck needed to meet up and do damage control. She'd been so focused on her mother and Finn that it hadn't even occurred to her that Puck might invite people, too. And she didn't need Santana Lopez thinking she had randomly gone crazy in two separate universes.

She and Puck needed a cover story, and it would help if it was the same one. She texted him to ask him to meet her for coffee -- and to leave the guests behind.

For now, she'd sit at a table by the window, staring into the street and contemplating whether running away was any kind of an option.

[OOC: Open coffee shop, yes!]

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"She already threatened Ariel," Puck greeted Quinn, looking over his shoulder in alarm. "And they didn't even fight. And now I don't know where she is." He flopped into the seat opposite her, offering a, "Hi. Why are we friends with Santana, again?"

Because guess what, Puck? You're a jerk, too.

"Because we don't want her as an enemy," Quinn answered. It was why anybody was friends with any of them, really.

... Finn excepted.

"Hi. What did she say to Ariel?" Not that she even liked Ariel, but whatever.

"And because she's hot," he reflected, already feeling more forgiving. "She didn't say. Just that the 'short ginger' wouldn't be a problem. There's only one little redhead I talk to, really. And please, she's not that short. It's not like she's that Berry chick with the reindeer sweaters."

Yeah, so Finn... kind of had trouble keeping track of Quinn sometimes, because the island was really confusing. There were all these narrow streets, and the weird castle stuff, and everything-- it's like they wanted him to get lost.

So after a while, he'd just taken up poking his head into shops hoping he'd find her, or that the school would magically appear. He'd almost given up hope when-- "Quinn, hey!" --he got there.

He shut the door behind him, and immediately came to a stop. "...And Puck. Dude, I didn't know you were coming." He was a little confused, actually.

"Finn," Quinn said, with a forced little smile. She'd been counting on losing him for a while. There was an arcade between the school and here and everything. "Hi! He ... uh..."

She gave Puck a sidelong look. "It's a long story," she finished, hoping Puck would do better explaining than she would. Or at least at delaying.

"Dude!" Puck was too excited to see Finn to really worry about explaining yet. "I didn't know you were coming!"

Oh, crap. That had been what Finn'd said, too. And now he had to explain. When he only barely got it.

"...I go to school here, too!" he said, hoping that maybe Finn would just take that and run with it on his own. "Don't you remember, dude?"

... It was Finn. Did you really want to leave this to his brain?

"Uh, no," he said, seriously confused, his eyes darting from Quinn to Puck and back. "No, dude, I'm pretty sure you go to school at McKinley."

And that was why Quinn should never, ever, ever trust her thinking to Puck.

"It's ... kind of like we all have twins," she said. "This is our Puck's twin, and he has twins of us back home. It is totally insane."

"It's like this, dude," Puck said, resting his arm on the table. "It's all parallel-dimension shit, like a comic book or a video game or something. So other-me is chilling back in Lima, probably beating up that kid with the white kid's 'fro or something, but you get to hang with an older, cooler me, anyway. This place is insane. But awesome, sort of. I don't have to take Spanish or math anymore."

Always looking on the bright side, this one.

Edited 2010-10-02 19:37 (UTC)

Quinn! She knew Quinn. She was in the club for glee. "I'm so sorry to bother you," Medusalith said as she approached her table, wringing her hands. If you looked closely, her hair wasn't quite staying still like hair ought to, either. "But my little sister's somewhere on this forsaken island and I can't find her, and I was wondering if you might have seen her?" Perhaps making out with a boy...?

Quinn shook her head. "What's your sister look like?" she asked. "And why are you all freaked out?"

Quinn's explanation had left Finn even more nonplussed than he had before.

Then Puck spoke up.

"Oh," said Finn, once he was done talking. "So kind of like Empty Space, where the dude drops into another universe and has to kill like a lot of aliens!"

...Yes, Finn. Exactly like that.

"Because she's here," Medusalith fretted, "and they didn't tell me she was coming and I don't know where she is and she's young and silly and she's going to steal all of my shoes and make out with boys," and clearly this was terrible. Oh, right. What she looked like. "She's shorter than me, and more blonde. She has a black streak in her hair. It's very distinctive?" she said hopefully. "Her name is Crystal. Crystalia."

Quinn shook her head. "If I spot her, I'll send her your way and tell whatever boy she's with she's way underage," she promised. "I've been busy. My mom and my boyfriend came, and Puck has visitors."

She forgot not everyone knew the Quinn-Puck connection.

"Thank you," Medusalith said. "I'd appreciate it. I won't take up any more of your time, I just--oh! Are you and Puck related? Is he your cousin?" What? It was her situation...sort of.

Quinn had never been grateful for the boy's mutual tendency to put everything in terms of video games before now.

"I guess," she said. "Or like that Gwyneth Paltrow movie with the train. Oh -- Santana and Brittany are around somewhere." God knew where. "They're Puck's."

"Cousin?" Quinn repeated, looking confused. "No, he just goes to school with me at home. We don't even look alike, do we?"

"Yeah," Puck added. "I have a Quinn and a Finn at home, too. I didn't think anyone was coming. And Santana -- the one who's visiting -- thinks Quinn's gone crazy and we're trying to mess with her head. Brittany...I think she thinks Quinn was on the plane with them and she didn't notice, or something?"

You humans all looked alike to her. "I don't know, no, I--I suppose not. My mistake."

"It's not a big deal," Quinn reassured her. Magnanimously. "I think the family thing is making everyone a little crazy."

"It is kinda weird," Finn said, sensibly. "I mean, real life's not like a video game. Right?"

That... should probably not have been a question.

"I know what you mean," Medusalith said ruefully. "I'll just--" she gestured to the door. "Be going now. Thank you for your help. Good luck with your family."

Margaret was chatting with Dana as they walked in, mostly about her friends. "I'm so glad you're having a good time here. And talking to people. Not just hiding in your room or something."

"I think Brittany got distracted by her own reflection before she noticed me," Quinn answered Puck, first, before turning back to Finn. "No. Nobody would even buy a video game about Lima, even if it was one."

"Mom, it's not like..." Not like what? Not like she was really fifteen? "It's fine. It's a good place for me to be right now."

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