February 2013
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Sam Palladino & Clare Bowen — If I...
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Phone Call || Quinntana
Santana: Her lips pursed into a very thin line and for a moment she just closed her eyes, nodding her head even though Quinn couldn't see her. A tiny smirk rolled out on her face however when she heard Quinn's most previous words. "Of course you do, Barbie." Chuckling a bit she smiled, "I miss you too and soon enough we'll be either cuddled up under a blanket with our two favorite men or dancing around like fucking idiots. Unless you had something else in mind?"
Quinn: "Or we could just skip the men altogether." Her tone was playful and she smirked into the phone. She would always be thankful for the relationship they had formed since she'd come to Los Angeles. She'd gotten her through so many nights she never would have gotten through alone. And she was still being that rock for her even now. She sighed. "When are you coming back? I know you've told me already."
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January 2013
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Interview With a Vampire. Or a Journalist. Same...
She sits up straight, just the way that her publicist taught her. Look interested and attentive, runs through her mind. A mantra that the short stubby woman had all but beaten into the blonde’s head. She smiles, tilting her head to the side as if riveted by the mere presence of the woman with a tape recorder. The novelty has worn off by now, because how many times can you answer the same question...
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