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[dylan]

Dylan was bored. He signed off the internet after a interesting conversation between him, Santana, and Quinn. He had already met Quinn once at the Lima Bean where he works. He hadn't seen her since, but then again it was only two or three days since she went in the firsttime and it wasn't like he was some creepy stalker waiting for her to show up. Or at last he didn't think he was. Who knows, he could very well be a stalker considering where he was at right now and had no idea.

He was walking down the road of the street. He didn't really know the street, yet there was still a lot of roads he had no idea about because today was probably the first day he was exploring Lima. He had his guitar strapping around, leaning against his back as he walked. He found the park, the business's like Breadsticks and stuff which he hears is actually pretty good, but now he was off in the residences of Lima. He turned a corner and headed down that street when he heard his cell phone ring.

He reached into his pocket and pulled it out and a slight smile came over his face as he seen it was a number he didn't have stored. It could only be one person with the Lima area code, and it wasn't work. He had only given his number to Quinn so he knew who it had to be. He pushed the button and brought the phone to his ear and laughed slightly. "If it isn't my stalker. You know, I was beginning to wonder how long it would take before you got a hold of my number." he teased remembering that he gave to her in the first place. Suddenly, he seen a lady scream slightly in frustration as she dropped bags of groceries all over her driveway. "Actually Quinn let me call you right back." he told her before pressing end and putting it in his pocket.

He ran across the street to the lady and offered to help. She thanked him and he helped carry in two bags of paper sacks and went inside the lady's house. Little did he know, he had just help Quinn Fabray's mother.

[LUCY QUINN FABRAY]

Quinn had just been on her laptop chatting with Dylan and – unfortunately – Santana. Her mother had been out shopping, so she had free roam of the house. It was something she was used to now, since her father got kicked out and her sister was never around. So, the house was usually empty and when it wasn’t there wasn’t much talking because her mother tended to be downstairs. Meanwhile, Quinn spent most of her time either outside or in her bedroom. She’d just been sat with some soda and a small bag of potato chips, chatting. When Dylan signed out, leaving her with Santana it wasn’t long before she signed out herself. The last thing she needed right now was an argument, especially with Santana.

So, she’d decided to make her way downstairs and wait for her mom to come home with the shopping. That way at least she’d have something decent to eat soon, which would make a very good change from eating junk. The blonde then remembered about Dylan, maybe she could go out again instead? It’d be better than being stuck inside for sure, plus it was actually quite nice weather outside. Quinn grabbed her phone, finding his number in her contact list and calling it. “Hey!” She muttered when he answered, laughing at his comment. She was about to ask if he wanted to go out somewhere, maybe pick up some food or something when he spoke. "Actually Quinn let me call you right back." He said, before hanging up. She sighed, a little annoyed. Maybe she’d just stay inside after all, since he seemed busy.

The blonde made her way down the stairs, her can of soda in her hand and the earphones of her iPod stuck into her ears. She only just managed to hear the door open as she was half way down the stairs, that’s when she realized there was more than one person coming in. That wasn’t good; she hadn’t been expecting someone and her mom hadn’t said anything about having guests. So, she was automatically curious as to who else could possibly be coming in. “Mom?” She called, a little confusion showing in her voice as she carried on down the stairs. That’s when Quinn saw her mom and the back of someone’s head, but she recognized it immediately though. A smile spread across the blonde’s face as she pulled out her headphones and reached the last step. “You know, I’m beginning to think you’re the one stalking me.” She joked, looking at Dylan. She saw the look of confusion on her mother’s face but ignored it.

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[dylan]

Dylan kinda felt bad for quickly getting off the phone, but he wanted to help the elderly lady in need. Elderly xD. He would call her back though as soon as he got back outside of the lady's house. He grabbed the bags and headed in following the lady as she unlocked the door, and thanked him again as he came in. He told her it was no problem and that he was glad to help. He didn't know where she wanted it set at so he figured he might as well ask so that he could get out of her hair. He noticed though the door was still open and he turned and used his shoe to close the door as he held the bags in his hand.

That was when he heard a voice that he knew. There was no way what so ever. That would just be weird and all kinds of stuff to turn around and see the blonde standing there behind him. He did though and yep, to his surprise there stood the beautiful girl he remembered from the coffee shop. He smirked slightly, and looked around the bags to her. "I'm beginning to think you like me or something. Cause there is no way you're here right now unless you're following me." he teased her before he seen Quinn's mm chiming in asking if they knew each other. "Yes ma'am, she came into the Lima Bean one day." he answered her mother.

He looked back to Quinn and smiled. Well at least now he didn't have to call her back. She was right there in front of him. Wait, was this her house? Well duh, it had to be because why else would she be there. He was still surrealing over the odds of just getting off the phone with her only to find out there she was again. "So, Im guessing this must be your sister?" he asked Quinn about the lady he helped just a few minutes ago. Of course he knew it wasn't but hey, mom's liked that stuff.

[LUCY QUINN FABRAY]

Quinn couldn’t help but laugh, what are the odds of him appearing at her house just after they finished a phone call. It was crazy, but at least maybe now she could go out of the house. She smiled at him, wondering why he had his hands full with obviously her mother’s shopping. Though, she didn’t say anything because she didn’t want to seem rude or something like that. She moved her gaze to her mother when she asked if they knew each other, which was a pretty stupid question really. Since, nobody would randomly start joking with a stranger who just happened to walk inside their house holding a load of bags, would they?

That’s when she thought to go help him, after all she knew her mom must’ve bought a lot more than they actually needed so they bags probably weighed a ton. She walked closer, taking a couple of the bags off his hands and carrying them herself. "So, I’m guessing this must be your sister?" The blonde heard Dylan say, which made her roll her eyes. It was obvious he was playing the gentleman, which made her giggle a little to herself. After all, it was a rarity to find gentlemen in Lima. So, it was even more obvious that he didn’t come from around here now more than ever. “Mom, this is Dylan.” She introduced him to her, knowing her mom wouldn’t recognize him at all. “Dylan, this is my mom.” She introduced them the other way around like they did in the movies, which was kind of embarrassing. She hated people meeting her mother, because she always embarrassed her beyond belief.

So, she took the two bags she was carrying and wandered to the kitchen leaving them on the counter before returning to the hallway. The blonde certainly did not want to hang around with her mom, especially not with Dylan here as well. Quinn hadn’t embarrassed herself in front of him yet and she didn’t want to start today, but that would be unavoidable if her mother stayed around.

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[dylan]

Dylan waited, but was soon relieved of the bags as Quinn came to the rescue and helped him out. Not that they were heavy or anything, but it seemed her mom was sidetracked trying to figure out how they knew each other rather than telling Dylan where he could put the groceries down at. Dylan caught the eye roll. Don't think he didn't see that. He didn't say anything though, as he let her continue on with the introduction she was giving them. "Nice to meet you." he told her mom before Quinn was off setting backs down and then coming back. "Hey do you wanna maybe go with me?" he asked Quinn curiously. As much as he loved meeting new people, meeting parents was not something he liked doing really. Thats when the questions came for Dylan, 'what are you doing around my daughter? you single or trying to get with her?' you know, the obvious questions the parents want to know.

"I actually have to get going, so if you want?.." he trailed off trying to hint at her to come on. Maybe she'd pick up on the fact he was kind of in an awkward position at the moment and needed to get out. Surely, she felt the same. He turned back to her mom however and smiled. "I'm glad I could help you out. It was nice to meet you." he told her and she obliged the same thanking him again, and turned eyeing Quinn as if she was trying to place something between the two or something like that.

Dylan turned to open the door, and he turned to Quinn. "I'll wait outside if you need to change or anything first." he told her with a smile before exiting the house. He waited on the front porch and took a deep breath as he was suddenly free from pressure or something building up on the inside. He fixed his guitar slightly on his back making it more comfoortable as he waited for Quinn.

[LUCY QUINN FABRAY]

Quinn couldn’t help keep a smile from emerging when it became obvious that he didn’t want to be here nearly as much as she did. It wasn’t that she didn’t like her mom; it was just that she took embarrassing parents to the next level. So, she was glad that Dylan wanted to get going as well. After all, it would give her a reason to escape the many questions her mother would now have about them both. Those questions were ones she always prefared not to answer, mainly because her mother was nosy and had a tendency to jump to conclusions. She’d assume things that were totally not true and then begin lecturing her on whatever subject came up in their conversation.

“Hey do you maybe wanna go with me?” The blonde heard Dylan say, which made her smile even brighter. This way her mom would have no choice but to keep the questions to herself while Quinn went out, giving her some time to think of a way to avoid them all together. That’s why she nodded quickly, while she watched him leave. It would be good to get out o the house, especially with someone who liked her. After all, here in Lima she had too many enemies. Though, her friends were always nice and never let her down but her enemies were the complete opposite and made her life a living hell. So, it’d be good to take her mind off of all that and off of the fact that she had school tomorrow.

As soon as Dylan was out of the door she automatically turned to go get some money, but paused when she heard her mom’s voice once more. “Be careful, Q” She muttered, though she didn’t really seem that interested. The blonde knew that her mother would just pretend like she didn’t care until she had a chance to interrogate her daughter about everything. It was the usual drill, so Quinn was used to it by now. “Will do, see ya” She called, before grabbing some money and making her way outside. “Hey!” She smiled when she saw Dylan stood outside her door, noticing his guitar and smiling. So, he did play after all.

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[dylan]

Dylan had walked outside and colsed the door behind him. He felt like an idiot. Ok, he admits it, he likes the blonde headed girl. There. Now he felt like an idiot with the awkward parent meeting and not to mention just the random pop up 'oh hi, this is where you live?! promise im not stalking you.' xD. He didn't want to come off too strong. He was sure she had interests in other boys, even though she hides that she hates to be alone. He waited on the front porch and then heard the door open. He turned and smiled to see Quinn come out and greet him again. "Okay, so round one goes to you on awkward situations because that was definitely strange." he told her, and smirked. "But your mom seems nice." he told her with a nod.

He began to walk down the steps of her porch and held out his hand. "Shall we?" he motioned to the road in front of them. He began walking, unsure of where exactly they were headed. He didn't ask, he just liked the fact of company. It was nice. "Sorry about being wierd back there, I just didn't want to end up in that conversation." he started. "Ya know the 'where are you and my daughter going tonight? are your intentions.....honorable?" he teased in a worry dad's type of voice cracking his knunckles at the end of the sentence to look intimidating, but then he started laughing slightly.

"So, Quinn Fabray..." he said looking to her raising an eyebrow. "What did you have in mind for the evening?" he asked curiously. He didn't want to keep her if she was going to be busy or something later on. That would just be rude.

[LUCY QUINN FABRAY]

Quinn smiled, closing the door behind her as she greeted him again. She would be glad when they were away from her house; because she could tell her mom was probably watching out of one of the windows. Sometimes it was creepy how protective her mother actually was about her, though Quinn was her only daughter she was still in contact with. So, she’d deal with it for her mother’s sake, not her own. She knew her mother had been through a lot, with a lot of drama. If there was anything she deserved it was at least some respect and a near-perfect daughter. That was why the blonde tried so hard at school to keep her reputation up, well that and the fact that she missed her popularity.

Quinn was brought out her thoughts and back to the real world by Dylan’s voice from near her on the porch. “My mom takes embarrassing to the next level, trust me.” She joked, after he said her mom seemed nice. Though, it was completely true in every single way imaginable. Her mother was the most embarrassing person she knew in the whole world, but she did love her. After all, she’d given Quinn her home back after she had her baby and she would always be grateful of that. She followed him down the steps after he said “Shall we?” Then, when he apologized for the weirdness she laughed to herself. “Really, don’t worry about it. I’m actually glad; you gave me an escape route.” She replied, truthfully. Anything would be better than facing her mom after that...strange meeting.

That’s when he asked what her plans were, which made her smile. “Well, I was looking forward to a night of drinking soda and arguing with Santana over the internet, but I suppose I could spend some time outside instead.” She joked, laughing.

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[dylan]

Dylan closed the distance between the two as they walked, noticing he was driffting back in thought. He snapped out of it, and quickly caught up before hearing Quinn say that her mom was embrassing to the next level. That's what made him dazed in thought. He thought of home and his own mother, cool as she could be. "Yea, but I mean a lot of parents are like that. Take mine for example...." he told her turning to face her and began walking backwards. "My parents have this game they play around dinner. They come with off the wall crazy topics just so we find out about each others day." he told her with a smirk. [yes i ripped it off, sue me. xD] "I know what you're thinking...not so bad, until you bring home a girlfriend and the topic is 'Worst advice you've gotten' and my mother tells my girlfriend 'Let him put it there.' " he nodded and shuddered at the thought. "To them, they tried to stay cool with the sex talk and all, but really things were truly better left unsaid." he laughed slightly.

He had returned to walking beside her again and when she answered about her plans he chuckled softly to himself. "Wow, how could I compete with that huh?" he teased shaking his head acting unsure of himself. "I know it'll be hard, but I'll try to make it worth your while on having to miss such an entertaining chat." he said before realizing they reached the park already. Hm, this seemed like a cool place to have company. He fixed his guitar on hs back again as the strap started digging slightly into his neck.

[LUCY QUINN FABRAY]

Quinn laughed at his story, which seemed more than a little embarrassing. “Okay, so maybe your parents are slightly worse than my mom.” She joked, smiling. It was cool to be with someone who actually asked you questions and wanted to hear a reply. The blonde had gotten so use to people just asking her things, but ignoring the answer. That’s how a lot of Lima worked; you were polite to each other but never really paid any attention. Though, there were always a few exceptions take Santana for example – she was hardly ever polite to anybody. It was hard to believe now that one time they’d actually been best friends, nobody would ever believe it. She couldn’t deny it though, because it had once been true. They’d been best friends, along with Brittany – The Unholy Trinity. Those days were over now, way over.

That’s when Dylan started saying how he couldn’t compete with her plans for the night, which made her laugh again. "I know it'll be hard, but I'll try to make it worth your while on having to miss such an entertaining chat." He said, as they reached the park. “Well, you better do because I bet Santana’s going to miss me.” She joked, laughing again. Quinn was so glad to be away from her computer – and Santan. After all, she hated arguing but if it was a fight the brunette wanted, it was a fight she’d get. There was no way on this earth that she was going to take that captain spot from her, ever. Though, she didn’t want to bring her own personal arguments into her and Dylan’s conversation. So, she pushed that though from her mind and refocused on the present.

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[dylan]

Dylan just nodded at the fact of his parents being a little more unusual than most parents. He loved his mom and dad though, and even though they were slightly off and weird at times, they were respected around the town and we loved by many as well. It was crazy the thought of leaving them beind when he first decided to leave, but he needed to leave Friendship. He had to get away, and start a life that was meant to be done on his own, and not by someone else's. That was the only bad thing about small towns. You were compared, or expected to follow in someone's footsteps instead of being seen as your own person.

They made their way through the park and he laughed slightly with a shrug. "Oh well, I think she'll be okay." he told her with a nod before finding a shade tree and stopping at it. He took his guitar off his back finally removing the strap from his shoulder and leaning it against the tree as he sat down on the grassy area under the shade and patted the ground next to him for Quinn to sit. It was a nice day out, just the breeze blowing. People were running about, kids playing, it seemed peaceful. He grabbed his guitar and put it in his lap looking over to the blonde. "So famous school club singer. What do you guys normally sing?" he asked plucking a few random notes just messing around.

[LUCY QUINN FABRAY]

Quinn laughed, following him through the park. She passed a couple of familiar faces and smiled at them politely, though she wasn’t paying any attention to them. As they walked she kept her eyes on the floor, mainly because she was trying to avoid falling over. The last thing she needed was to embarrass herself even more than her mother had, by tripping over the floor or even her own feet. So, she was glad when Dylan stopped and sat down on the grass. The blonde sat down next to him on the space where he had been patting the floor, then began playing with the hem of her shorts.

"So famous school club singer. What do you guys normally sing?" He then asked, looking over at her. Quinn smiled, holding back a giggle. “Well, whatever we feel like really. Though, we usually have a theme. It’s not really that interesting, but I enjoy it.” She replied, looking up at him as he played a few random notes on his guitar. “You?” She asked, assuming that if he played he probably sung too. After all, every guy in glee club that played sung. It was just what she was used to after 2 whole years of Glee Club, though it didn’t seem like that long. She kept her focus on the notes that Dylan was playing, that way she knew she wouldn’t get too absorbed in her own thoughts.

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[dylan]

Dylan looked over to her and smiled when she said that they sang whatever the theme was. He had forgotten they were a glee club and not your normal choir type. They were show choir and did different genres of music. He could do a lot of different genres himself, but there was only one he really liked to do. He spent his entire life listening to it and he was good at it. To him country was just more than a beat with words behind it. He wrote country to tell stories about his life and moments that changed him. He watched as she sat next to him and he continued to strum a few chords before hearing her ask what he sang. His face became a sarcastic vomit look playing it off as if he couldn't sing at all.

"Sing? Me? No, I'm horrible. I'm somewhere between a great whale dying and a grandma whining at a family reunion. It's not pretty believe me." he told her with a laugh before strumming the chords to 'There's a Tear in My Beer' and singing purposely off key like a dying cat. "THERE'S A TEARRRRRRRRR IN MY BEEEEEEEEEEEEEER......" he started singing louder noticing people began to look at them both. Dylan kept going. "CAUSE IM CRYINN FOR YOU DEEEEAR." he finished off laughing slightly. "No, I'm just kidding." he smiled to her. He liked her company. It was cool to have someone to talk to finally. "Country. I'm kinda big on it." he told her with a nod.

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[LUCY QUINN FABRAY]

The blonde laughed as he replied, then started singing himself. She could tell he was singing off key purposely but it was still embarrassing when people started to watch them both, which was why her cheeks flooded a pale pink color until he stopped and everyone got back to their own business. Though, it was still hilarious and she couldn’t keep herself from laughing while he sang like a cat being strangled to death. She enjoyed having the company of someone she could just talk to and laugh with, without them wanting to talk about gossip or something like that. She supposed it was because he’d already been through high school and got over the whole gossip thing, but it she still enjoyed the company of someone more mature then the boys she already knew.

Then when he finished singing and gave her a real answer, she smiled again. Country had never been her favourite genre but she didn’t mind it, mainly because her mom was kind of obsessed with it. So, she did know quite a few country songs as well as all the other genres that were crammed inside her head. “So, you’re a country boy.” She commented, smiling brightly like always. “That makes a change from what we usually sing in the Glee Club.” She continued, trying to remember how many country songs they’d actually done and only remembering a couple or maybe a few. Quinn never had that good a memory anyway, but she knew that they hadn’t done that many. Mr Shue was obsessed with old contemporary, the other boys loved classic rock and the girls loved pop. So, there wasn’t much country music to be done in the club. So, she’d never really sung any music of that genre anyway.

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[dylan]

Country boy. He laughed slightly. Yes he was a country boy, redneck, cowboy, okay no not really. He never would look good in a pair of tight jeans or spurs. Maybe the cowboy hat. He never got into the dress of the south though, but he was the country boy for sure. "I am actually." he told her honestly. He did miss the country a bit, but not to much. He looked to her and smiled slightly as she said it was definitely different from what they did. "Let me guess, a bunch of Ke$ha and that hip hop stuff." he teased her. Most cities had the rap crap going. He didn't really get into it. He did like some, but a lot of it now was just...weird.

He played a few more chords before stopping. "Wanna hear something?" he asked, before he started playing a SONG. He realized halfway through the song that people were coming over and placing money in front of them. He laughed slightly as he sang because of what they did. It was nice to be recognized, but he felt slightly embarrassed like he was a homeless guy or something like that.

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