"M'bladder's going to explode," came a very sleepy whine from the other bed. Quinn was at the reunion with Puck, of course, but for the sake of nostalgia -- and because Quinn hadn't really been sleeping well lately, so a night in a bed that was all her own sounded like bliss -- they'd split up for the night. "Is it morning?"
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Date: 2011-04-02 02:25 pm (UTC)[SP = win on weekends?]