Disclaimer: I don't own Glee... All I own is my ham sandwich
Author's Note: This little drabble popped into my head, and I loved it to much tom leave it there! Brittany's confused so Quinn lends a hand.
Not the Same
Quinn was stunned, to put it mildly. It wasn't everyday that Brittany came knocking on her door at 2 in the morning crying her eyes out. Thankful that her mother hadn't heard the blonde's sobs or the frantic knocking on the door, Quinn brought Brittany up to her room. Hundreds of questions were bouncing around her head while thay walked up the stairs.; why was Brittany so upset? Who hurt her? And why did she come to her? It wasn't that the head Cheerio didn't care, just that Brittany would always go to Santana for help. Sure, they were the Unholy Trinity, but the dancer and Santana were always that bit closer. Quinn sat Brittany on her bed and quietly took a place next to her, rubbing soothing circles on her friends back. There was a few minutes of relative silence only interrupted by Brittany's sobs. Quinn broke the silence with a barely audible whisper.
"B, what's wrong?"
After struggling to stop her tears, Brittany rubbed her eyes and managed to choke out a broken sentence.
"I-i can't *hic* stay w-with Artie, Q! *hic*"
Keeping up her ministrations on Brittany's back, Quinn raised an eyebrow at her friend.
"Care to explain?"
Quinn winced. She hadn't meant for it to come out like that, sounding annoyed and bothered. Brittany didn't seem to notice and took a few deep breaths to calm herself before speaking again.
"Artie's always really nice to me, and doesn't mind that I'm not that smart. He doesn't ditch me to go out with Puck and he lets Mr. Tubbington come with me over to his house. And he's the best boyfriend I've ever had."
Tears started to pour down her cheeks again. Quinn grasped her in a light, comforting hug.
"Then what's the problem, Britt?"
Her sobs intensified and Quinn could barely make out the next words that fell from her lips. When she finally understood what Brittany had said, she couldn't stop the small smile that appeared on her face, despite the fact her best friend was breaking down in front of her.
"He's not Santana!"