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Sam Palladino & Clare Bowen — If I Didn’t Know Better

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Phone Call || Quinntana

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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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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 different ways?

She pushes her red rimmed Dolce glasses higher up her plastic nose, and Quinn can’t help but point it out in her mind. She would know plastic surgery when she saw it. The girl clears her throat and Quinn smiles automatically, her glossed over eyes becoming animated once more.

“It’s a pleasure to meet with you, Miss Fabray,” the stubby brunette says in a higher nasally voice than Quinn had imagined she’d have.

“Likewise,” Quinn answers politely, folding and refolding her hands in her lap. But she’s lying. This interview won’t be some cover story on a magazine. She’s pretty sure it’s just some write up on a gossip blog that she would have never even read in high school.

“So shall we get started, then?” Her eyes are alight and hungry and the way she phrases the question doesn’t make it sound like a question. Quinn merely nods, ready to answer the same questions she’s already answered a million times over. She watches as the woman leans over, her large chest pressing against her knees as she pushes the button to begin recording and then sits up straight.

Once again fixing her glasses, she looks at Quinn expectantly. “So, Quinn. What would you be doing if you weren’t acting?”

Her voice is irritating already and Quinn blinks a few times more than is absolutely necessary to will away the visions of what she’d imagined her future to be. And it wasn’t this. Even with the fame that she had hoped with come with studying drama at Yale, it still wasn’t this. But she’s not new at this anymore and questions like this no longer throw her off.

She doesn’t pause and think about how she could possibly have a husband, a child, maybe two. She doesn’t think about how no matter what she was doing, she’d be happy so long as she came home to the love of her life, kissed his sweet lips before cooking dinner and spending the nights together, wrapped in their sheets with his body pressed against hers, strong arms wrapped around her. Feeling safe and secure like she used to back in high school and the first year of college.

Instead, she brushes her hair back, long and blonde once again, and smiles, looking at the wall above the woman’s head, just passed her as if lost in some kind of pleasant thought. “Acting is what I’ve always wanted to do since I got the idea in my head. It just seemed right, you know? But I suppose… teaching dance somewhere? Or maybe even being a drama professor like the one I had in college. She was great. She really opened a lot of doors for me.” It is a well-rounded answer, always bringing her back to the point that she loves what she does without giving a lot of insight into her private life or her past.

The woman nods, looking deeply interested although Quinn can see it doesn’t meet her eyes. Well that makes two of us, she thinks, mentally rolling her eyes.

“Right, right. So you’re into dance as well, then, right?”

Quinn fights the urge to roll her eyes. No, she wasn’t into dance. She would just like to teach it in an alternate reality. But no interest in it at all.

“Correct.”

She wastes no time as she swallows and begins speaking again. “You are set to star in a new movie called The Rose Necklace with Evangeline Carmichael. The two of you have been seen around together a lot lately. Would you say that this movie has brought you two together?”

No, what would make you think that? The fact that we didn’t know each otherbefore the movie and now we’re best friends?

“Right. She, my friend, Santana Lopez (who sings a few songs on the soundtrack), and I seemed to hit it off right from the beginning. Screen tests for chemistry aren’t just for romantic pairings. Actually, the romance is just a subplot in the movie. We screen tested with each other And I think that from that moment on we were kind of inseparable.”

Quinn smiles despite herself. Her best friends are the only people she knows she can count on now and talking about them can always bring a smile to her face. In hindsight, it was probably the moment she became weak enough for the woman to continue to dig.

“Santana Lopez is a friend that you knew from Ohio, right?” Her eyes seem to sparkle, but Quinn doesn’t catch it.

“Right.”

“From what I’ve seen, you two didn’t always seem so close.”

Quinn looks up, locking eyes with the woman who is staring at her like a challenge. Quinn’s heart begins to race, but she tries not to let it show. “You must have us confused. We’ve been nothing but the best of friends since I’ve been out here.”

Her eyes gleam even brighter and it was then that Quinn knew she’d walked right into a trap.

“No, I mean I’ve come across an old website of yours from your high school days. It seems like the two of you always had it out over a boyfriend ‘Sam’?”

Her world stops turning. The name drops a nuclear bomb on her insides and she sits rigid and absolutely still. She tries to search her brain for some kind of an out, but there’s searing pain in her heart that’s clouding every other piece of her and she can’t help but feel backed into a corner.

And the woman smiles as if she’s won.

There is very little space between the time that Quinn snaps back into reality and makes a grab for the voice recorder sitting on the table in front of her. She stands up, holding the recorder beside her head staring down the plump, stubby brunette. Hot, angry tears blur her vision but they do not fall and she stands a little straighter. “We’re finished here,” she says with finality. “Run that article or anything that has anything to do with me and I swear to God I’ll sue you until you can’t even afford to breathe. Do you understand me?”

Without waiting for an answer, she storms out of the room, slamming the door with as much force as she could manage. She drives home composed, no tears, no music playing to drown out her mind. Nothing.

It’s not until she’s in the confines of her own house, watching the garbage disposal crush the voice recorded into a million different pieces that she slides down to the floor of her kitchen, giving herself this one moment to fall apart.

But she’ll pick herself back up. She’ll go on pretending. Because that’s what actresses do.

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