1) quinn tries to give jeff ‘boy advice’ and fails terribly and it’s awkward but there’s lots of twin-love

“You’ve been moping around the house all day. What’s your problem?”

Jeff just stuffs another handful of chips in his mouth and glares at the television. Quinn heaves a sigh and sits down next to him. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Jeffrey. You have eaten almost an entire bag of chips and you’re watching Jersey Shore.”

Jeff sighs. “Nick went out on a date. With Sebastian.”

“Sebastian? That new Warbler guy that is sort of stalking Blaine?”

“The very one. Apparently, he gave up and focused on Nick. But Nick actually fell for it. I guess you could say I’m depressed?” His head drooped onto Quinn’s shoulder. 

“But I thought things were going really well between you two? That he was interested?”

“Yeah. Well. I guess Sebastian is more his type.”

She raises an eyebrow at him. “What aren’t you telling me?”

“Don’t tell dad,” he says which is redundant because of course she won’t. “Some of us from the Warblers went to Scandals.”

“The gay bar in West Lima? Jeff…”

“It was just gonna be fun, Quinn! Nick wanted to go and I just wanted…we danced. And we flirted and…and he got a little tipsy,” Jeff’s face is turning red. “And so did I. And we were kind of….reallyallovereachother.”

He rushes out the last part but Quinn still makes it out and then she’s smirking but Jeff is still flushing and he really doesn’t want to say anymore.

“But then Sebastian asked him to dance and they were having fun and…and I got mad. Because Nick’s my best friend and I want to be more and why is he with Sebastian and…I might have yelled a little.”

“Oh, Jeff…”

“I feel like an idiot now. I think he said yes to Sebastian just to spite me. It’s not fair you know? I love him. I want to be with him.”

“I know, Jeff. I know.”

“So while he’s out having the time of his life, I’m sitting here stuffing my face with foods that will make me break out!”

Quinn takes the remote and shuts off the TV. 

“Hey! I was watching-“

“You are going to text Nick. Or call him. Apologize for snapping and ask him to meet.”

But he’s on a date with-“

“After the date. You are going to take the next few hours to think about exactly what you’re going to say.”

“But how will I know when-“

“Please, like Trent won’t be texting you the moment they get back to Dalton.”

Jeff sighs. “Fine.”

“Jeff, don’t give up, okay? You guys, you’re meant to be together.”

He smiles at her. “Thanks, Quinny.”

She ruffles his hair.