"It seems like you've mistaken me."

[theundapperone]

Who: Jeremy Smyth and Quinn Fabray
What: That awkward moment where she didn't call you back
Where: Publix, Miami
When: Early Saturday morning

Jeremy decided it was seriously too early in the morning on a Saturday to be grocery shopping. He was sort of aimlessly pushing his cart through the aisles without his brain really registering what he should be putting into it. The only reason he had volunteered his shopping services that early to start with was because Blaine had a near meltdown, superbitch style when he was up early to get ready for the drive to Jacksonville to pick Kurt up. After almost three months in the clinic, Kurt was finally being discharged after putting on a little weight and finding a regular eating and treatment regime that was working for him to be able to strive towards fighting the eating disorder once again. Blaine was nervous and excited about having Kurt released, especially considering that when they arrived back in Miami, they would begin hunting for a big house they could live together mutually with their friends. Jeremy figured Blaine was probably just a little worried that when push came to shove, the clinic would still keep Kurt after all. So he had been edgy and threw a bitchfit when he discovered that not only was he left without toilet paper (and stuck in the bathroom because of it to boot) but also out of Froot Loops and milk, he had yelled at Puck, Sebastian and Jeremy so Jeremy had quickly volunteered to run to the store to get said items.

Normally, Jeremy would still be asleep, but Blaine banging around the apartment had woken him up, so he had gotten up. He was lacking sleep, though, so he was hazy and groggy. He was just in the personal hygiene aisle near the toilet paper trying to remember what brand Blaine preferred when a text came through from Blaine telling him not to worry, that he was getting McDonalds for breakfast on his way to Jacksonville. At least Jeremy didn't have to rush now. He shrugged to himself and shoved his iPhone back in his pocket. Didn't matter to him either way. He was sort of in a funk himself lately, still looking for work and wondering exactly what sort of work he even wanted to do. He was qualified, but couldn't decide exactly what he wanted yet. He had been in a funk ever since he was dragged out by Puck and Sebastian to get drunk because he had been moping over the crap that happened in Paris. He ended up having a pretty cool one-night stand with a chick that seemed nice, albeit pretty damn drunk. Jeremy had given her his number that night, but she never called so it was a bit of a kick in his ego pants.

He grabbed the toilet paper that seemed like the best choice and tossed it into his cart before rounding into the next aisle where the toothpaste and stuff was. Which was when he nearly bumped right into said girl he had a one night stand with who was standing there looking seriously at the shelves in front of her. "Oh... uh, hey!" he said with a sort of awkward half-smile and a bit of a wave, then pushed his glasses back up his nose shyly. What the hell was he supposed to say in this situation. "H-How are you?"

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[theundapperone]

Jeremy's mind turned to Tina briefly then, and he hoped she was happy. He knew she was in town, but they had been quite pointedly avoiding being in each other's presences. He knew she was more favourable to being with girls these days, and that she had told him he would be the exception to that if anything had a chance of working out between them. It couldn't, though, and they both did know that. Jeremy held commitment and fidelity in very high regards in his morals, and he regretted that he had been a playing part in her cheating on her marriage, but he didn't regret be able to help her see that her marriage was poisonous for her happiness. When he ever managed to find love, he needed it to be something above and beyond just random hook-ups. It had to mean something, it had to be special. Probably why he found it so hard. Everything was about sex and whilst he enjoyed sex as much as the next person, he was ultimately looking for the whole package if he chose to bite the bullet and settle. Which was how he was easily taken advantage of, and why Sebastian was so protective of him. His forehead creased up when Quinn came to mention his twin here. "Sorry, but Sebastian tried to steal a lot of people's boyfriends over the time. I'm not getting any immediate flagging of anything specific here. Not that it matters, he's not into that sort of shit these days. He grew up. He prefers no baggage and no strings at all, which includes people already attached. As to me, people probably think I'm a bit of a pushover or an easy ride because I'm not the residence bitch. If I'm honest, that's gotten me hurt more than I care to admit over the time. I'm more wary these days. At least, until alcohol is involved apparently... something I don't usually get too involved with either because it goes straight to my head."

He paced a couple of times back and forth in the kitchen while he waited for her to come back from the bathroom. He chewed on his thumbnail, feeling his heart pounding in his chest and fighting the urge to call Sebastian just as moral support. Sebastian just wasn't ever the most subtle of choices for moral support, and Jeremy's only other real options were Santana (same boat as Sebastian as to subtlety), Blaine, who had his hands full with Kurt, and Puck, who was... yeah, not an option, really. Then Quinn was back and he could tell from the look on her face what the result was. But the nod did it. It seemed so finale and he felt dizzy, putting a hand up to his mouth. "Ohhhh god, I feel like I'm going to be sick," he said shakily, breaking out into a panicked sweat. How had this ended up happening to him?

[woman_or_a_girl]

There was something innately protective in the way that Jeremy talked about his twin. Quinn could imagine that he was probably quite used to having people say less than nice things about his brother, and that it probably bothered him to hear it. His family was clearly important to him... In fact, he'd even told her back at the store that he and Sebastian had come back to the country to look out for Blaine when he was going through a rough time. She didn't want to just be another person in the never ending line of people who just assumed that Sebastian was still the same jerk he'd been in high school. It wasn't really fair to him, or to Jeremy, who obviously cared a great deal about his twin, to just slot him into that same mindset without having spoken to him in years. "It's okay. It was a small eternity ago. We were all kids back then, and not always the nicest ones, either. I can't really judge Sebastian on being a bitch, because I was one myself for years. Kurt and I were like... Team Bitch, and we were the reason that Santana wasn't co-captain of the Cheerios... that's the cheerleading squad from our high school... So yeah... I have no room to judge anyone for that. At all." She paused, taking in what he was saying quietly, and almost feeling bad about the whole thing. Had she somehow managed to be another name on the list of people who'd hurt him because he wasn't like his brother without even meaning to. "I..." She bit her tongue then, focusing on not making this anymore awkward than it already was at this rate.

If she were honest, Quinn felt very much the same. Although she'd felt like that for days now, even before it hit her that she might be pregnant. The fact that the news was official now, right there in digital letters on the front of the test, just made her feel that much more like losing her lunch... Which she probably would've done right now, if not for the fact that she'd hurled it all over Jeremy and the aisle of the supermarket earlier. She opened her mouth a few times to say something, but her words seemed to be getting stuck in her throat, which felt painfully dry. With a deep breath, she took a bottle of water from the fridge and took a long sip of it. But that just left her feeling worse, and she set it aside, focusing on not throwing up. "I... I'm sorry," she murmured, although what for, she wasn't really sure. It wasn't entirely her blame to carry, nor was Jeremy acting as if it was. It was all just a stupid mistake... A very huge, very stupid mistake.

[theundapperone]

Jeremy just held a hand up, but kept his other with his fingers pressed safely against his lips for a few lingering moments before he dared try to speak again. "You don't have anything to apologise for her," he told her through a sharp exhalation that had followed a distinct gulp to try to get his nerves under control. "But you know what? I think I'm maybe just going to go so we can have a bit of... space, or something. To process. That's probably the best thing right now." He didn't want to freak out in front of her because that would be epic fail and he was just as much at fault here as she was. He was suddenly cursing the fact he was not only a lightweight but booze wasn't his friend much these days with the medication he needed to take. He could still drink, but it had a more intense affect on him and way quicker than it would most people. It could be funny at a family gathering or a night out with the guys, but this? This wasn't very convenient at all and he was pretty sure he was going to need to throw up all over the place somewhere just to release the tension in his gut that was coiled up like a pretzel. He just didn't want to do it around her.

"Look, I'm really sorry we've gone and made a pretty epically stupid mistake. But a common one, and now we have to deal with it whether we like it or not. I just sort of need a bit of time to wrap my head around all this." Sometimes, he was lucky if his brain even functioned enough to get him to aim at the toilet properly, but that was very, very much a story for a completely different day. There was a time and a place, and this wasn't it. "I'm not going to leave you high and dry, though. We'll figure it out together once the initial shock as worn off. You should probably try to book a doctor's appointment or something, and just... let me know when you want to go and I'll come with you. We'll split all the bills on everything and try to make sure it's the least painful it needs to be," he resolved. Damn, he needed a Tylenol because he suddenly had one epic headache coming through.