I'm sorry I haven't updated in ages! Exams, graduation, subscribing in University, summer camp, girlfriend, last Harry Potter movie. It have been hectic months for me. But now I'm back, and into a real writing rush. I think I'll be able to post again in about a week, so that's good news! :D
I've thought the better part of this story through, but I'd love if you guys said what you want to see in this story, I might be able to put it in - if it's combinable with what I've already came up with, that , I forgot to mention the artists of my soundtrack songs. The first chapter was Down on you by Tokio Hotel (Yeah, whatever, I don't care what you think about them, I like them, they give me inspiration and are the reason I started to write fanfiction, so I'm eternally grateful for them.), the second was Addicted by Saving Abel and this one is You've got a friend by James Taylor.
This chapter is Quitt-friendship-centric. R&R, it's most appreciative. Thanks for your patience, I know I can be really awful with posting, but I hope my chapters make up for it. :)
Chapter Three: You've got a friend
Brittany and Quinn went to the same elementary school when they were little and were in the same class. Brittany, being even more bubbly back then, tried to befriend the other blonde – but even then Quinn was measured and closed. It took a small accident to get them together.
Brittany was falling behind even more than usual because she had broken a leg and had to stay in the hospital a few days. Quinn, being the smartest girl of the class, had to bring Brittany her homework and explain things the girl might not understand.
What was supposed to be a small hour filled with homework and explanations turned into an afternoon full of laughter. Quinn didn't even mind returning the following three days to bring more homework, because she enjoyed her time with Brittany so much.
The day Brittany could leave the hospital, Quinn was even there. While her parents were filling in paperwork, the two girls sat down on the front steps of the building and talked about serious stuff for the first time. Brittany trusted Quinn with her fears of never being able to dance again, and Quinn told about how she was tired of being compared with her older sister.
Years later, they were still best friends. They lived not so far from each other, hence this for frequent sleepovers and going to school together every day in their earlier high school years. They each developed a life for their own, but made sure to tell the other everything about it.
Frankly, they couldn't live without each other anymore. They found each other when they had a problem, needed someone to talk too, wanted to vent some anger or when they needed someone who could make better decisions complicated situations.
They had even grown a sixth sense for each other's mood.
So Quinn knew something was up with Brittany, even when the dancer tried her best to hide the things she was thinking about. She couldn't really get Sky out of her head. The more than gorgeous brunette crossed her mind every two seconds. She got frustrated with it, because she couldn't go out and see her. She actually knew nothing about her, and she couldn't ask her dad, because he would freak out.
He actually did just that Saturday when Brittany came home again.
"Britt, where were you?" He asked when he spotted her, his anger cooled down a bit at the sight of the one person he loved the most in the world.
Brittany shrugged. "I walked home and stopped at the forest to take a look at my old playhouse. Why?"
"I was concerned. You were gone and then that girl escaped…"
The girl scrunched her nose. "Did she escape?"
"Yeah. But we'll catch her. Now go up and get changed, we're getting diner at that new restaurant."
On Monday she tried to get herself together again and move the brunette out of her mind. She thought she did a pretty good job at hiding what she was thinking about at school. As usual she made her way through her classes and homework and breaks and practices without doing anything stupid – or at least more stupid than usual – and she had fun doing so, so nothing remarkably had changed. But Quinn noticed anyway.
She tried to talk to Brittany about it all week, but found her first real chance Friday afternoon after their last class. They were quickly getting out of the building and into the weekend when Quinn suggested to give her a lift home. Brittany, glad that she wouldn't have to wait long and sit in a crowded bus, accepted.
"What's wrong, B?" Quinn asked as soon as they were seated in the car, the radio softly playing music.
"Nothing." She tried to lie. Brittany didn't do well with lies. She was already regretting her choice to not take the bus.
"Come on, B, I know you better than that. And I thought you knew you could trust me with anything."
"Yeah, I know." She bit on her bottom lip and looked down at her hands in her lap.
Quinn drummed on the steering wheel while she drove her car through New York's rush hour traffic. The only thing to be heard was angry drivers, slowly moving cars and silent music.
Brittany sighed. "I… Can you promise you won't be mad?"
"Please B, if you use that sentence, you can be pretty sure I'll be mad. But what's the worst that can happen? Our friendship survived that kiss at Kurt's party…" They both giggled shortly at that, before silence dawned on them again. Brittany's hands were clammy and her head was swimming, but she knew that if there was someone that had to know, it was Quinn. Quinn was her best friend after all.
"I… I-I…" She took a deep breath and concentrated her gaze on a bumper sticker of their neighboring car. "I had sex."
Quinn blinked and frowned, trying to comprehend what her friend had just said. She then started to laugh. It rolled carelessly of her tongue and danced through the air, lighting up the atmosphere enormously.
When she wrapped an arm around her stomach and gasped for air, the laughter finally died down. She blinked the tears of joy away and looked at Brittany, who was now a bit more relaxed. "Where you afraid I was going to hate you because of that? Puh-lease. I want to know everything though, and seems like we have lots of time in this traffic block. Who is he and do I know him?"
Brittany swallowed, already expecting this question. She had never really thought about her sexuality, but if she admitted to Quinn that she thought to be bi-curious, the other blonde might give another dimension to said drunken kiss on Kurt's birthday.
She once again looked at of the window when she confessed the truth. "It was a girl."
This time Quinn really had to double take, and no laugh followed. She looked at her side, at the girl that was nervously fidgeting in her seat. Her hand found her friend's and she gave a slight squeeze. "Wow. I mean… Didn't see that coming. But it's nothing bad, I mean… Gosh. I'm pretty open-minded, I guess. So, you're… a lesbian?"
"No, I like boys too." Brittany quickly replied, trying to save at least a little bit.
But she estimated Quinn entirely wrong, since the girl had no problems with her best friend's sexuality. It only overwhelmed and surprised her a bit.
"Okay. Now that I know that, tell me all about it. Is it really that magical as they say?"
"Oh, you have no idea."
xoxox
When they finally got out of the traffic block, Quinn wanted to end the conversation about Brittany's first time by saying: "I definitely want to see your girl one time." She had no clue that it would make the conversation even longer.
Brittany's smile changed into a pout. "If that was only possible…" Quinn made a 'What the actual flying fuck?' sound and frowned deeply in Brittany's direction. The taller blonde blushed. "I… don't know her."
"Why didn't you tell me right away? Are you into one-night-stands or what?" This time some anger and worry laced in her voice as she drove her car into Brittany's neighborhood. She didn't want to be there, so many questions now bounced through her head and she needed answers to be able to sleep properly that night.
"It's complicated. She practically just waltzed into my life and screwed me over, literally, but I can't feel anything bad towards her. I just wished I knew more about her." Brittany blushed in shame and clawed at her thighs, trying to get rid of the tingling feeling just by thinking of the beautiful afternoon she had spent with the beautiful brunette.
"Oh B, I'm so sorry for you." Quinn said. She parked the car in Brittany's driveway and leaned over the console to envelope Brittany in a hug. "I have an awesome idea, we're going to that new club Kurt has been talking about all week and we are going to have fun and you are going to forget her. Okay?"
"Thanks Q, you are the best. See you tonight?"
Quinn nodded and watched as her friend made her way out of her car and onto her front porch, waved back at her and then got in. Quinn pulled out of the driveway and started the route to her home.
She put her phone on hand free calling and tapped on number three, her shortcut for Kurt's number. Her mom was number one, and Brittany was two. It took about five seconds for the guy to pick up his phone.
"Couldn't miss me, couldn't you?" he laughed into the phone. Quinn chuckled lightly.
"Bitch please."
"Thanks. Anyways, any particular reason you called me, or just to insult me?" She could practically see him pout at that last one, but she ignored the mental image.
She entered her own neighborhood now, significantly richer than Brittany's.
"It has a reason." A smile tugged at her lips, she knew how Kurt was going to react. "You know that new club you can't shut your mouth about? Brittany and I are in."
"Really?" came his shrieklike response. Quinn grinned.
"Yes, really. But you have to pick us up, I ain't going to drive."
"Actually my dad is bringing me. I don't want to be dd. I'll tell him about the slight change of plans. What are you going to wear?"
The better part of an hour Quinn spends on the phone with her fashionista of a friend, discussing every possible combination of her wardrobe content.
xoxox
'Brittany looks fabulous' – Quinn's first thought when she hopped in Burt's car. The dancer wore a light green tank top with black tiger prints on it, a deep cleavage and an open back on top of a light blue pair of hotpants, the hems fraying. A leather jacket rested on her lap. Black flats finished the image of a girl ready to party.
Quinn felt everything but sexy next to Brittany in her white jeans and grey top, but decided she didn't mind for once. She would rather have Brittany being the center of attention more than herself that night.
"You look great, B." Quinn said and smiled genuinely. Kurt nodded.
"Exactly my thoughts."
They rolled into small chatter until they reached the club. They had no chance to look at the outside though, Kurt dragged them along with such enthusiasm they had entered the club not that much after getting out of the car.
They made their way over to the bar and ordered drinks. Kurt started conversation with the bar tender and Brittany pulled Quinn a bit away.
"Thank you for doing this for me. You really are the best friend ever."
"I know." Quinn grinned smugly and quickly hugged Brittany before grabbing their drinks and pulling the other blonde onto the dancefloor.
When you're down and troubled
And you need some love and care
And nothing, nothing is going right
Close your eyes and think of me
And soon I will be there
To brighten up even your darkest night
You just call out my name
And you know wherever I am
I'll come running to see you again.
Winter, spring, summer, or fall
All you have to do is call
And I'll be there
You've got a friend.
If the sky above you grows dark
And full of clouds
And that old north wind begins to blow
Keep your head together
And call my name out loud.
Soon you'll hear me knocking at your door
You just call out my name
And you know wherever I am
I'll come running to see you again.
Winter, spring, summer, or fall
All you have to do is call
And I'll be there, yes, I will.
Now ain't it good to know that
You've got a friend
When people can be so cold
They'll hurt you, yes, and desert you
And, take your soul if you let them.
Oh, but don't you let them.
You just call out my name
And you know wherever I am,
I'll come running to see you again.
Winter, spring, summer, or fall
All you have to do is call
And I'll be there, yes, I will.
You've got a friend.
You've got a friend.
Ain't it good to know you've got a friend
