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First Floor Lobby, Wednesday, Feb. 9

Quinn had an actual date to the dance. An actual date with Puck.

As far as she was concerned, that automatically made it a good day. (If one she wasn't going to tell Santana about, because she wasn't completely crazy.) She settled in behind the table to sell dance tickets and flowers in a fairly chipper mood.

She was just keeping a wary eye on the little flying dudes circling the lobby. They had a certain gleam in their eyes.

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His lack of appearance at the bar had been for a good reason, at least! He'd been wallowing in the lounge, wondering how he'd ended up in love with someone he didn't even know. Total wallow material.

"That's what it looks like," he said, wandering over closer to her table. "Someone asked me and who am I to deny a request to be closer to me? That'd be denying someone a shot at a national treasure and I am too kind for that."

"Glad to hear you won't be sitting home alone crying," Quinn said, smirking just a bit at the 'national treasure' line. Of course he thought that. "My friend Puck asked me. Should be a good night."

"I've yet to meet this Puck fellow." And already, Nathan thought he was better looking but he'd think that about anyone. "Kate asked me on the condition I tell her she looks good when she gets in her dress. Shouldn't be too hard considering she probably will look good."

Still, he'd probably try and tease her or act like a stubborn ass and tell her everything but that she looks good. "And even if I weren't going, I would not be sitting at home, crying. I'd be out elsewhere, having my jollies licked and having my opinion of the holiday changed, I'm sure."

"Kate's pretty," Quinn offered. "If her dress is decent" -- look, Quinn wasn't sold on the whole punk-vintage-quirky thing Kate sometimes went for -- "she'll look nice."

She raised her eyebrows at the rest of what he had to say. "... please tell me 'having my jollies licked' doesn't mean what it sounds like it means."

Nathan just grinned widely and shrugged. "Whatever it might mean, you're thinking about it now which means I've done my job."

He made a show of dusting off his hands before tucking them back into his pockets. "I'm sure it has a multitude of meanings. The first thing you think of after it's said is a true measure of just how kinky of a person you are. Congrats, Quinn!"

That wasn't true. He also didn't care.

Quinn didn't have a good answer that wasn't yup, I'm a closet perv, so she made an elaborate show of rolling her eyes at him. "And congrats to you for corrupting my mind," she volleyed. "it's totally in the Valentine's spirit."

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"Are you actually upset about that or are you ironically telling me this because, in actuality, you're totally thankful to me for that corruption?" Nathan wondered, looking chuffed.

"It's a 'please let's talk about something besides jollies, licking and how mutually perverted we are'," Quinn said firmly. "No, I'm not upset."

Nathan laughed at her but wisely decided to lay off the topic. See, he wasn't a complete idiot. "How were the rest of your dates last Saturday? Did they compare to me? Did I set the bar incredibly high?"

"No true love, but they weren't bad," Quinn said. "Kate's ex told me he couldn't live without me. That was awkward. But everybody was pretty easy on the eyes."

"Kate's ex gets around, doesn't he?" Nathan asked, chuckling to himself. "And I'm going to take that very general statement as a compliment and say my gratitude knows no bounds."

Still grinning, he asked, "I kinda went a little batshit too. Seems like it was going around or something. My roommate got some tongue action and all I got was acting like a fucking codependent."

"I pretty much threw myself at somebody," Quinn leveled. "It was totally going around. I suppose I'm grateful he said no. Still. Pretty harmless by the standards of this place."

Unlike, say, the cupids that she kept giving the evil eye to.

"So some girl made you crazy?"

"I'm trying to repress it," he said, holding out a hand and making a face. "Every time I think about it, I feel like I'm about to retch all over the place because my behavior was that gross."

Feeling feelings ew ew ew.

"I would have preferred some tongue action but that was not in the cards for me that night. I ended up getting wasted and dicking around on a playground with Caroline. It was an excellent way to get the bad taste out of my mouth."

"I don't think mine was gross, I just owed a really big apology," Quinn shrugged. "Which I made. But you got drunk and went to the playground? I would have ended up throwing up all over the swings."

Which ... would remove the bad taste, but not quite the way Nathan meant.

"I can handle my drink," he said and patted his stomach like that was an accomplishment or something. "Did you manage any second go 'rounds with anyone? That's what we were supposed to do, yeah?"

And he ended up taking his roommate out. Hmm.

"Not in a date way, but I'm supposed to work out with Jack McCallister sometime," Quinn shrugged. "I don't really go to those things for true love, do you?"

"That was the first time for me but I wasn't expecting much more than to have a laugh and have a drink," he admitted, shrugging. "I got both of those along with a few other things that I'd rather forget but yeah, you're pretty spot on. Though, I didn't even get an offer of working out. I feel like I got positively gypped. What a joke!"

"At least this time I didn't get paired with any girls," Quinn noted. "Nothing against girls, I like girls fine, but it's really not what you go to three-minute dating for."

She eyed him speculatively. "Should I ask you to work out with me to make you feel better?"

Nathan snickered and shook his head. "I'm not really working out type. I prefer to do all my heavy lifting out in the wilds of the world. You know, really getting my hands dirty with the little man. Working out just seems so...posed."

But hey, to each his own. Nathan shrugged. "Now, I would not be adverse to asking me to do something else, though. That's just the kind of guy I am."

"I'm touched by your generosity," Quinn said dryly. She didn't think he could keep up with her in the gym. "But maybe we could see a movie or something, after the dance?"

Yeah, he wasn't really one to work out. It just made him sweat and he was thin enough, he didn't need to drop more weight.

"Yeah, like next week?" Nathan asked, nodding. "Should be enough time to get past the dance and the overwhelming...pinkness of Valentine's Day."

"Some people like pink," Quinn pointed out, but she was smiling. "I'll talk to you in class Monday. Unless you get lost on a playground somewhere."

"Won't happen," he said and winked at her before heading for the stairs. "See you, Monday, Quinn."

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