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Quinn didn't mind prom ticket-selling duty, even if the prom court ballot was a sore reminder of Fandom's utterly insane policy of limiting Prom Queen status to seniors only.

It was like they wanted Quinn to be miserable, or at least to be old and gray before she got a tiara of her own.

Still, she'd paste on a smile as she sat at the table and flipped through the prom issue of YM. It was lobbying for next year; she had to at least pretend to be gracious.

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"I think she did some weird voodoo to him," Quinn speculated, then gave Puck a flirty look that was only a little bit calculated. "But you know what? I am way, way, way better off. Maybe I should thank her."

"Don't, it'll go to her head and she'll think she can, like, talk to you regularly without someone throwing something wet and cold at her," Puck replied, shaking his head. "By the way, this prom thing is something we're going to, right?"

Romance wasn't dead. See?

"Um, duh," Quinn said, squaring her jaw. "It's prom. We're dating. It's not even a question. Red flower, please, and I can get a hotel room with my discount if you want."

Wait, was this Quinn admitting she wanted to spend the night after prom with Puck? It ... might actually be.

Edited 2011-04-13 01:03 (UTC)

"That's my favorite thing you've ever said," Puck decided, staring at her wide-eyed. "Yes, I want. And I'll get a red flower. Red tie for me too, you think?"

Life was easy as a dude.

"Red looks good on you," Quinn answered, deciding she liked it when Puck looked this astonished. "I'll set it up. Just know you are a very, very lucky boy."

"I already knew that," he said, because he knew his correct line here, and leaned in to kiss her because he was generally allowed to do so.

He was generally allowed to because he was really, really good at it. Quinn stood a bit for a better angle and ran one affectionate hand over the back of his head.

He nipped at her lower lip, just enough to tease a little, and pulled back. "Get the hotel room," he requested, smirking slightly at her as he reached to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. "And I'll make the flower thing happen."

"You better," Quinn grinned back at him, equally teasing, and there was this weird jelly thing going on with her knees that meant she should probably take her seat. "We'll have fun."

Even if she wouldn't be Queen.

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