"And the duck walked up to the lemonade stand, and he said to the man, running the stand" Sang Brittany, skipping along the street.
"Hey, bam, bam, bam, got any grapes?" She peered in a shop window, and saw a cute pair of boots.
"And the man said no, we just sell lemonade, but it's all fresh and it's all homemade" She pushed open the door and wandered inside.
"Why don't you try a glass? The duck said, I'll pass." Brittany picked up the boots and examined the price tag.
"And he waddled away, waddle waddle, and he waddled away, waddle waddle, to the very next day, bam bam bam bam, bam ba bam."
"Hello Britt."
Brittany looked around and saw a boy with brown hair, brown eyes and a red and yellow jacket standing beside her.
"Hello!" She replied cheerfully. "Have I slept with you?"
The boy's ears turned pink. "No, you haven't slept with me."
"Aw." She screwed up her face and then returned to normal. "There's a bathroom next door, and no one will notice if we slip away!"
The boy looked nervous and stepped away. "No, no Brittany, I don't want to have sex with you. I wanted to know, have you spoken to Quinn lately?"
"Quinn? Oh preggers! Yeah, I spoke to her."
"What did she say?"
"She said I should stop staring at her boobs in practise."
The boy spluttered. "And did you?"
"No, her boobs are fine." Brittany grinned.
The boy groaned and facepalmed. "Did she say anything about Karofsky?"
"Whose Karofsky?"
"Me you dumbass."
Brittany put a finger in her mouth and sucked it thoughtfully. "No, she hasn't said anything about you. But she's been a lot happier!"
The boy nodded. "Good. Just, be a little nicer to her, ok?"
"Ok! Can we have sex now?"
"No Brittany. Not unless your name is Kurt Hummel and you wear glitter on a daily basis."