A/N: For Quittmas on tumblr. A follow-up to my first Quitt fic - First Time I Kissed Your Lips.
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Prologue: Winter Haiku
Quinn feels exhausted as she walks through campus and shivers against the gust of cold wind. Finally, after the stress of the past few weeks of intensive study for her mid-terms the finish line before Christmas break is in sight. There was only one final paper left to turn in, which she's managed to have nearly completed except for a few final touches. All she could think of right now though is her warm bed in her dorm room.
Once inside she plops down on her bed and reaches for her cell phone. She only now remembers that she turned it off a couple days ago in order to prevent any distractions, and she's been too consumed by school work to even remember to turn it back on. Checking her text messages first she smiles when she sees several are from Brittany. She quickly opens to read the first one.
The content of the entire message was-
Season for frostbite
Cold wind blows cheerios skirt
now my butt is cold!
-B
This didn't read much like Brittany's usual texts but it made Quinn smile curiously when she saw it. She continued to the next one.
Snowing acorn squirms
Magnificent fears relax
prying lemons purr
-B
"What the hell does that mean?" she thought aloud.
Quinn furrowed her brow quizzically as she reread the messages.
"Wait…are these…haiku poems?"
She counted the syllables and saw that they did indeed follow the 5-7-5 structure of haiku. This piqued her curiosity, her eyes kept returning to that last line which she found especially peculiar and wondered what the girl was thinking to come up with something like that. Why was she sending her messages in haiku at all? She eagerly opened up the following message.
Winter snowflakes fall
Memories of warmer days
thaw my chilly bones
-B
Quinn pursed her lips, the dimples on her chin deepening as she thoughtfully considered the words.
Hmm…well they seem to be getting better anyway.
Finally there was only one message from Brittany left. Hopefully it would explain the previous ones...
Winter night, sweet dreams
Love frozen in time until
hazel and blue meet
-B
Quinn quirked an eyebrow at that one. The poems were definitely becoming more personal, the last one sounding very much like a love poem to her. Maybe it was just Brittany's sweet attempt at reminiscing on the past, but Quinn couldn't help feeling that the words sounded more like a promise of things to come.