Sorry this took a little longer but I've got a lot of school crap going on.

I'm gonna write another brittana fic ("Give you my all") so if you like this you should check it out.

Also, I highly recommend you to read Paperweight by heyho and Grenade TALKS wich I'm currently reading. They are so brilliant.

So yeah, thanks and here's the third chapter.


WHAT'S WRONG (WITH YOU) ?

After 50 minutes of crappy spanish torture, I was heading to the library before two arms grabbed me and pulled me into the janitors closet.

"Quinn what the..?!"

"Sssh!"

"What in fucking hell do you think you're doing?" I whispered loudly.

"We need to talk. "

"Okay, what's wrong?" I frowned at her. "And why in a closet?" She opened her mouth to say something but I was quicker.

"OH MY GOD Quinnie are you finally comling out of the closet? Who is it? Is it RACHEL?" I laughed as I tried very hard to sound excited.

"Shut up Brittany I'm not gay I just "...

"TEEN LESBIANS! No sneaking around in this closet please!"

In the doorstand stood our principal Figgins, an unmarried, middle aged man with a really bad taste in furniture and the greatest Indian accent you would probably ever hear.

That's when I realised how very wrong this must have looked.

"Oh no sir, we're not .." Quinn tried.

"I do not care for your explanations! Now come out of this closet and go to class!"

After 35 years of working at this school, principal Figgins still didn't know our schedule.

After the first two hours we had a break, that started at about 10.00am.

Wait

10:00 am?!

"Fuck!"

I rushed passed my friend and a confused principal and ran down the hallway.

"No running down the hallway.." I heard him mumble. We all knew he didn't really care unless it affected him or his budget. Not that he was a bad person though, he was reasonable. He just didn't give a lot of fucks.

And at that moment I didn't either. There was only one thing I was thinking about.

Was she going to be there?

I stopped at the library door an looked trough the small windows. I didn't see her any where.

Maybe she forgot? Maybe she thought I wouldn't be there? Maybe she already left or didn't even show up?

What if it actually was a joke? But she could actually really need help and got stuck somewhere just the same ..

I didn't really know what to do so I scanned the library again from by the door.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around.

"Looking for someone?"