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“I’m here with Cheerio Quinn Fabray,” Jacob said, shakily holding the camera in one hand and a recorder in the other. The camera shook, finally landing on Quinn.
“That’s head Cheerio, Jewfro.” The blonde snapped, rolling her eyes.
“And we’re here to clear up the rumors about certain sexual relations Miss Fabray had with one certain brunette.” Quinn’s eyes widened slightly and she looked at the field.
“I’m going to kill Santana,” She muttered under her breath, “she swore she wouldn’t tell anyone,”
“S-santana? Actually, I was referring to Rachel Berry-“
“No comment. This interview is over.” Quinn said, pushing the camera out of her face. She stormed off, and Jacob could have sworn he heard her mutter, “one threesome and suddenly everybody knows your business.”

“I’m here with Cheerio Quinn Fabray,” Jacob said, shakily holding the camera in one hand and a recorder in the other. The camera shook, finally landing on Quinn.

“That’s head Cheerio, Jewfro.” The blonde snapped, rolling her eyes.

“And we’re here to clear up the rumors about certain sexual relations Miss Fabray had with one certain brunette.” Quinn’s eyes widened slightly and she looked at the field.

“I’m going to kill Santana,” She muttered under her breath, “she swore she wouldn’t tell anyone,”

“S-santana? Actually, I was referring to Rachel Berry-“

“No comment. This interview is over.” Quinn said, pushing the camera out of her face. She stormed off, and Jacob could have sworn he heard her mutter, “one threesome and suddenly everybody knows your business.”

(Source: ellerichmondarchives, via letscall-l)

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