The airport [Becca]

I sat on the cold, hard floor at LAX. I crossed my legs in front of me and drummed my fingers quietly on my suitcase. I glanced around our group and saw Noah talking with Finn. They both looked over at me, Finn's face surprised. Noah winked at me and I knew what they were talking about. I dropped my head into my hands because soon enough, everyone would know.


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I noticed Quinn's fingers tapping the screen of her phone to a silent beat and I guessed she was playing TapTap. "One on one?" I asked, smiling.

"Sounds like a plan." I commented and got to my feet. I dusted off the back of my jeans and slung my purse strap over my shoulder. With my other hand, I took hold of the suitcase handle. Our check in had just opened so we made our way toward it.

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We all made our way through check in and got rid of our luggage apart from our carry-ons. I dug through my purse to find my cell and checked it before dropping it back in.

~My limited knowledge of airports has me at a loss so... ~

When we were through the metal detectors and we were sorted, we all took a seat in the lounge where we would wait to board the plane.

I sat for a few moments, not knowing what to write. I gave myself an even harder time because I should know what to put. Or, kinda at least. I mean, it wasn't long ago that Noah and I had our misunderstanding. Thinking about Noah made me glad Quinn hadn't asked about him yet. Because I didn't know what to tell her. Lie? No, she'd be able to tell. Tell the truth? I guess I had to. I was just dreading it.

Honey, I can't tell you that you'll get back with him for sure. I mean, I can't tell the future. But what I DO know is, you two are made for each other. If you're not dating Sa him by the end of the month, I'll eat a frickin car.

I passed it back, not entirely happy with my reply.

"You choose." I smiled, breathing out a small sigh of relief at the fact she had accepted the fact she and Sam couldn't be apart for long.

When the song started, I recognized it as White Horse. One of Taylor's sadder, break-up songs. As I listened to the lyrics, I realized they fitted Sam and Quinn pretty well.

I tapped the spots at the right time and listened to the song.

"Shut up." Puck hissed as Finn turned to Mike and Artie. 90% of the virgins I'd had sex with didn't want anybody to know. I figured Becca was one of them.