"Dirty little secret, don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret."

[justbeingaqueen]

Who: Kurt Hummel, Mercedes Jones and Quinn Fabray
What: Bitches calling bitches out
Where: Their new shared home
When: About two after Quinn's surprise

The past week had been absolutely crazy for everyone. They had finally found a beach house to move into, perfect size for the five of them to share and still have their personal space. Mercedes, Puck, and Quinn had their own rooms, whilst Blaine and Kurt had nabbed the master bedroom with the en-suite. It was one of the clauses Kurt insisted on with the shared house, just like he had when he had originally moved in with the girls years ago. They had been there officially for four nights now, but things were still in disarray as they got settled. Kurt had ensured he was completely unpacked, even skipping sleep (though Blaine didn't let him skip meals) to get it done because he hadn't been able to settle without things out of place. It was just his condition coming through and they all understood and just left him to it. But not everyone had been as anal as he was and they all still had boxes piled up around the place.

Well, other than Quinn, who had finished hers the evening before. But now, she had just had a complete bitchy meltdown to Kurt and Mercedes because she had kicked her toe on one of Blaine's boxes that were piled in front of Puck's boxes in the hall. And because it was Blaine, for some reason, Quinn had irrationally snapped at Kurt by default. Blaine, who was passed out in their bedroom upstairs with a bad migraine he had woken up in the middle of the night with. Of course, Kurt was never one to just take a bitch-out lying down, and as soon as she had finished her little rant that had even Mercedes stopping mid-sweeping of the floor to plant her hands defensively on her hips, Kurt afforded her an epic bitch glare of his own.

"Did you seriously just call my boyfriend a messy pain in the ass, you bitch?!" he demanded, giving her an angry point. "He's not exactly in any condition to be unpacking any boxes, and Puck has been working nightshift all week! You're going to just have to put up with it until they want to get to it! I don't know what the hell has gotten into you lately, but you better get that stick out of your ass ASAP or we'll all be on the phone to our landlord quicker than you can say 'messy hobbit' to get your name off the lease! You have been insufferable for days now and I'd rather tape you inside one of these boxes right now than deal with it!" There was even a sassy gay head wobble to punctuate. It was serious business, and his boyfriend hackles were right up.

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[gotstarpower]

Mercedes had, indeed, planted her hands on her hips as soon as Quinn got into the thick of her untimely rant. It had started as a bit of a frustrated rant about kicking her toe, but then it just escalated to an outright cranky rave over living with males and how dicks sucked, and therefore so did Puck and Blaine. Honestly, the boxes were piled neatly and they knew they would have to live around them for a bit because they had moved without whilst still needing to work and study. She knew Kurt had been planning to help Blaine get the rest of his things unpacked that very day but Blaine had been a mess with his head. Mercedes saw it with her own eyes when Kurt had texted her from upstairs earlier and asked her to bring him an icepack up. He just had to sleep it off and there definitely wasn't going to be any unpacking that day. "You damn right, girlfriend," she cut in with a nod for emphasis. "What y'all playing at finger-pointing at the mess? I've still got boxes I ain't been able to get to and yours were lying 'round just as crazy these past few days. Puck's been working his buttcheeks off on nine nights straight at the cop shop and you wanna stand there and moan about a sore toe? Mmhmm. Bitch, please."

There might had been a sassy head wobble all of her own, and even a sassy finger shake. It was true, Quinn had been on edge the whole time they were moving, but everyone had been, so it was less pronounced. The only time she seems somewhat okay was when Jeremy Smyth had been there to help them carry boxes (at Blaine's request, and at least until he had been swivelling on the chair at the kitchen counter and he, too, copped a tongue-lashing) or when Kurt was in the midst of his OCD thing. She had softened then, knowing if they didn't let Kurt just do his thing, it could set him back to square one on his treatment progress. They knew all along he wouldn't cope if things felt out of place for him. He had to find his own new niche so he could keep a hold of the regime for his eating disorder. But now Quinn's mood was rife, and finally, her two bitchy friends weren't going to be outbitched anymore. Not even close.