DISCLAIMER: If I owned Glee – which I don't – Brittana and Faberry would've both happened loooooooooong ago. Also, Tina would be a studly lesbian badass and she and Santana would be awesome lesbros and drink awesome shooters, listen to awesome music, and just sit around and soak up each others' awesomeness.
A/N: If anyone reading this is also reading my ongoing Brittana thing, I'm really sorry it's been so long since the last update. It's just I am completely stuck. I'll get the next chapter up as soon as I possibly can.
It was a run-of-the-mill afternoon in glee. Finn and Artie sat together looking glum. Rachel, Tina, Mercedes and Kurt chatted animatedly while Mike sat next to them quietly. Brittany and Santana were sprawled across one another, being generally adorable. The group were still adjusting to seeing the ex-cheerleaders out of uniform. Especially as it turned out Santana had a penchant for black and skulls that rivalled even Tina's. Quinn's clothing choices were almost more surprising, as – with the exception of Brittany, Santana and Mercedes – they were all expecting the dresses of her pregnancy to make a return – Rachel wasn't too shocked, either; but that's a story for another time. They were wrong. The blonde instead spent almost every day in a jeans, converse and a plaid shirt.
"Out with it, then." Quinn said wearily as she strutted into the choir-room, stopping in front of her two fellow ex-Cheerios.
"Excuse me?" Santana inquired lazily, looking up from Brittany's cobalt blue eyes into the other blonde's hazel ones.
"The name? I'd rather get it over with quickly. So, what'll it be today? Ellen? Portia? You haven't used those classics in a while."
"Oh, right. I actually wasn't going to do that." The brunette informed her with a smug smirk, obviously enjoying being reminded of her running joke.
"You weren't?"
"Nope."
"Oh... Cool." She smiled. Moving to sit.
"There was something I wanted to tell you, though."
Quinn stopped; turning on her heel, she raised a suspicious eyebrow in question.
"Well," Santana began. "You look like a lumberjack. Seriously. I keep expecting you to challenge me to a logrolling contest or something. Whenever I look at you I feel like I should start carrying a trucker hat about my person so I can complete your ensemble."
There was silence as Quinn absorbed the information.
"...Well, you look like a bargain basement Joan Jett impersonator, so I guess we all have our crosses to bear."
