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Home(Finn/Quinn, 131 words)
Quinn walked through her front door and was instantly hit with the warm smell of apple pie. A brown dog - Charlie- ran straight towards her.
“Hey Charlie,” she said, scratching behind the ears. She walked more into her house, Charlie trailing behind her. She walked into her living room and was greeted with a chorus of cheers of her return.
“Mommy!” Her twins, Callum and Hannah, ran toward her, trying to beat the other to their mother first. She reached down and picked both of the 2 year olds up, kissing them on the forward.
“Hi, my lovely's, where’s your daddy?” As if to answer her question, her frankenteen walked through the door, flour on his face from his obvious pie making.
“Welcome home, gorgeous.” He kissed her on the head.
Glory(New Directions, 100 words)
They grabbed each other’s hands. They held comfortable stances in the middle of the stage. They took their bow, blew their kisses, and walked off the side. Their smiles were warm. Their faces flushed. Will congratulated them on their success. He was met with cries of rejoice and excitement.
They were called back on stage. It was time. Time to announce if they had done it or not. They did it. They had done it. Hugs were shared, tears were shed. There were no words to describe the feelings they felt. If anything it was a feeling of accomplishment. Glory.
Always(Quinn/Santana, 100 words)
She had to do it. She had to call her. She picked up her phone and dialed the number.
“Hello?” She heard that beautiful, nasal voice said.
“Q? It’s me.” It took all she had in her not to cry.
“S? What’s the matter?” She sounded worried, like she cared.
“Can you just come over?” She really just wanted to see her face.
“I’ll be right over.” That’s all she needed. She knew if she called, she would come. That was Lucy Quinn Fabray for you, always coming to the rescue. Especially when the person she was rescuing was Santana Lopez. Always.
Someday(Finn/Quinn, 149 words)
The little brown eyed girl grabbed her Winnie-the-Pooh doll with all her might. Her momma was on stage. So was her daddy. So were her aunts and uncles, Aunt Rachel, Santana, Kurt, Tina, Mercedes, and Brittany and Uncle Puck, Sam, Artie, and Mike. Her momma and daddy were singers. They were in a group called New Directions, where they met her aunts and uncle. And she gained cousins, her best friends.
Sometimes her mom and dad would come into her room.
“Quinn?” She’d hear her daddy say. “Someday she’s gonna be a star, just like her mom.”
Her momma would smile and kiss him on the cheek.
“Yeah, Finn, she is. Just like her superstar daddy.”
They would laugh, each kiss her forehead and walk out hand and hand.
Isabel knew, that yes, she someday would be a star. She gripped Pooh harder and screamed for her parents. Someday.
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Home(Finn/Quinn, 131 words)
Quinn walked through her front door and was instantly hit with the warm smell of apple pie. A brown dog - Charlie- ran straight towards her.
“Hey Charlie,” she said, scratching behind the ears. She walked more into her house, Charlie trailing behind her. She walked into her living room and was greeted with a chorus of cheers of her return.
“Mommy!” Her twins, Callum and Hannah, ran toward her, trying to beat the other to their mother first. She reached down and picked both of the 2 year olds up, kissing them on the forward.
“Hi, my lovely's, where’s your daddy?” As if to answer her question, her frankenteen walked through the door, flour on his face from his obvious pie making.
“Welcome home, gorgeous.” He kissed her on the head.
Glory(New Directions, 100 words)
They grabbed each other’s hands. They held comfortable stances in the middle of the stage. They took their bow, blew their kisses, and walked off the side. Their smiles were warm. Their faces flushed. Will congratulated them on their success. He was met with cries of rejoice and excitement.
They were called back on stage. It was time. Time to announce if they had done it or not. They did it. They had done it. Hugs were shared, tears were shed. There were no words to describe the feelings they felt. If anything it was a feeling of accomplishment. Glory.
Always(Quinn/Santana, 100 words)
She had to do it. She had to call her. She picked up her phone and dialed the number.
“Hello?” She heard that beautiful, nasal voice said.
“Q? It’s me.” It took all she had in her not to cry.
“S? What’s the matter?” She sounded worried, like she cared.
“Can you just come over?” She really just wanted to see her face.
“I’ll be right over.” That’s all she needed. She knew if she called, she would come. That was Lucy Quinn Fabray for you, always coming to the rescue. Especially when the person she was rescuing was Santana Lopez. Always.
Someday(Finn/Quinn, 149 words)
The little brown eyed girl grabbed her Winnie-the-Pooh doll with all her might. Her momma was on stage. So was her daddy. So were her aunts and uncles, Aunt Rachel, Santana, Kurt, Tina, Mercedes, and Brittany and Uncle Puck, Sam, Artie, and Mike. Her momma and daddy were singers. They were in a group called New Directions, where they met her aunts and uncle. And she gained cousins, her best friends.
Sometimes her mom and dad would come into her room.
“Quinn?” She’d hear her daddy say. “Someday she’s gonna be a star, just like her mom.”
Her momma would smile and kiss him on the cheek.
“Yeah, Finn, she is. Just like her superstar daddy.”
They would laugh, each kiss her forehead and walk out hand and hand.
Isabel knew, that yes, she someday would be a star. She gripped Pooh harder and screamed for her parents. Someday.
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