This is my first fanfic, ever. So yeah, be kind!
I can't help liking the Kurt/Quinn friendship, I think they are kindred spirits.
Glee ain't mine, because if it was Kurt and Tina'd have more solos.
Neither is Singing In The Rain. Of course.
Reviews are a hot water bottle for my igloo, aka my bedroom.
Kurt quickened his pace, hurrying down the street.
It was raining, and he wasn't wearing his coat, so before he got as wet as a rat, he needed to get to the shops and buy some more bread and milk for his dad.
The bus shelter was beside the shop, and as he passed it, a shadow moved, a small sob sounded, followed by a hiccup.
He hurried on, glancing back, before noticing the bulge around the stomach, and the cheery yellow dress.
He stopped, and his gaze rose upward, before stopping on the pale, peachy face of none other, than Quinn Fabray.
"Quinn?" He muttered, walking closer. She looked up from wiping her eyes, and her gaze steeled.
"Hello, Kurt Hummel." She replied frostily, before quickly running her fingers through her damp blonde hair.
"What are you doing out here alone, soaking and cold... In a dress?" He asked, staring at her, worried.
"It's none of your business." She managed to choke out, before some water dripped down her face, and her face crumpled. She started to cry, while trying to wring out her thin jacket.
"It's my business if one of my friends," He paused. Himself and Quinn had never talked, apart from the time they tried to sabotauge Rachel's chances with Finn.
A place he never wanted to go to again.
"One of my friends is out alone, wet and cold, and how many months pregnant?" He finished.
Quinn sobbed harder. "I really never asked for any of this!" She mumbled.
"Of course you didn't. Come with me." He said, wrapping his arms around her and leading her down the street towards his house.
"But you were doing -" She was cut short as Kurt silenced her.
"Screw the bread and milk, we have to get you home darling."
They walked down the street together, Kurt's arms still around her back, supporting her.
"It's like were dancing in the rain." She muttered, as they avoided a puddle.
Kurt smiled to himself, and unknowingly hummed a verse of Singing In The Rain.
Quinn took a breath, and started to sing one of the verses.
Dancin' in the rain
Dee-ah dee-ah dee-ah
Dee-ah dee-ah dee-ah
Kurt joined in, smiling to himself.
I'm happy again!
I'm singin' and dancin' in the rain!
As they finished the last word, they arrived at the drive to Kurt's house.
"Kurt... You've been so kind and helpful... I just want to say... I'm sorry for everything."
Kurt gave her a small push up the drive.
"I haven't been kind. I'm helping my friend, something I think is required in a friendship. Friends help friends."
Helping her up the last few steps to his modern house, he unlocked the door, and then they were in, the warm air rushing at them, warming Quinn's wet attire.
He led her down to his room, and pushed her towards the bathroom.
"Use as much hot water as you want. Oh, and those towels are fresh." He added, before going out of the room, and going towards his parents room.
He opened the dusty dresser at the side of the room, and pulled out a soft pink top.
"Hey, mum." He said, the soft cashmere comforting him.
Although he hated having to use his mum's clothes for Quinn, he knew she would have wanted it, and replacing the top, remembering she was atleast 7months, he found some maternity clothes at the bottom of the drawer.
Taking them with him, he went back down and could hear the shower running, Quinn was singing the same verse she had sung earlier and he smiled, before stripping his wet jeans and teeshirt off, and putting on his Marc Jacobs jacket and some black skinnies.
Taking a breath, he knocked on the bathroom door. "Quinn, can I come in? I have some clothes for you. I'll leave them on the counter."
The singing stopped, and Quinn replied with a hesitant yes, so he opened the door, and walked in, not looking towards the shower, and leaving the clothes on the long counter that ran along one wall, covered in products, and quickly left.
The steam would mess his hair.