I'm dirty, hungry and bored. I've never been one for video games as I use them more as a social tool than a solo event. So as I got hungrier and the games got harder I got angry. I tried taking a nap but I'm not tired. I tried a different game but fuck C.O.D. I get bored quickly and start the doing the basic strength endurance test sue made the Cheerios do. Ten push ups at a rate of one per second then ten sit-ups again at one per second. Next round fifteen each, then twenty. By the time Brittany gets back I'm up to a hundred and twenty per cycle.

"Wow you must have been bored." She wrinkles her nose at the smell in here. "This room is gross. Want to go out for dinner?"

I stop mid push up and slowly stand. I'd been doing exercise for ages and I'm sweaty, but weirdly not puffed. Incidentally I think I might be the source of this rooms smell. "Sure. Can I shower first?"

"Please do. Come we are going to my ensuite." She unlocks the cage and hands the ankle bracelet back. I notice that the room door stays firmly shut until I click it on. She holds the basement door open for me. "Move it smelly". As I go past her heading for the stairs she smacks my ass. I file this motion away to think about later. I'm not sure what to make of her new touchy feely behaviour.

It is heaven. I'm clean for the first time in days. I shaved a month's worth of hair off my legs, shampooed my hair, brushed my teeth. Clean. Nothing has ever seemed so good. Looking in Brittany's mirror I can see the scars. They run from my left armpit to hip, huge tears that look sort of like a spider web. In the month I was out they have healed up to an angry pink. I will never wear a bikini again. The door opens and I grab for my towel. Brittany seems to have some mad privacy issues. She throws underwear at me, I pride myself on not catching it and holding the towel.

"Looks like you have hidden some brains in there Fabray, hurry up we are meeting my friend."

I put the underwear on and exit the bathroom feeling somewhat self conscious about my state of undress. "My clothes are in there, go for it," Brit waves her arm at a cupboard on the far side of the room. I enter it and start looking for some of her older clothes, maybe they will be shorter in the leg. Everything in here is so bright. I settle on a gray skirt that looks like it has never been worn, a white tank top and a black cardigan. Suck on that Brittany I found normal clothes in here. Grabbing the walk ins handle I attempt to open the door. "HAHA Quinn you are stuck in the closet."

"Very funny, now can I leave or do you want me to break the door down."

Brit drops her voice "Oh Quinn baby, if you are willing to smash the door down for me I'll be yours All Night Long." I stop touching the door immediately and take a step back. She needs to stop fucking with my head because soon I might actually take her up on the offer, and that would not bode well for either of us. Don't think I would ever focus in Cheerio's again. Can you say dropped?

She notices the hesitation and opens the door. "Just hurry up. It's tots important you meet this guy."

McDonalds. Brittany takes me to meet Chuck at fucking McDonalds. I think she is aiming for me to be the size of a house because she orders me a couple of family meals. Speaking of Chuck he is a nice sweet guy. I was a little nervous when Brittany said she knew him from her research but he seems like a harmless nerd. A lot like Sam if I'm honest, except Sam liked sci fi and football where as Chuck is more interested in making video games real. I zoned out when Brittany and Chuck started chatting, something about biology, limiters and heart surgery. I'm watching the cashier smile and flirt with her customers. How on earth did McD's get someone pretty behind the counter.

"So what do you think Quinn?" Britt's question is out of the blue. "Uh what?"

"See told you she wasn't listening." This is directed at Chuck, "asking her is only like a formality anyway."

"Well if your sure, I mean you have to live with her and ..."

"I'm still here guys. Talk to me not through me."

"Quinn I brought you here so we could have an adult conversation. We spent 20 minutes solid explaining what we were going to do to stabilize you more because I'm pretty sure you don't want to be hooked up you a drip for huge periods of time each week. Chuck has kindly made a kick ass device that will solve most of your problems. And you would rather drool over some random than listen to what will happen."

"But she is pretty..." I whine. Chuck looks amused. Brittany really doesn't. "Sorry. Yes I'll do whatever you're talking about because Chuck seems nice and trustworthy and it's not like you were going to give me a real choice anyway."

Chuck is full out laughing now. "Goddamn, if you will agree to letting us do open heart surgery cos you were perving at her, I really want to see what you would do for a strip-o-gram."

Wait, what? Not cool. Brittany sees the look on my face yells "No Backsees," then hi fives Chuck. That right there made me even more nervous.

AN Working on more right now. Sorry but I spent my weekend playing Lollipop Chainsaw; I have no idea how that game avoided an R18 rating. Insanely fun but I feel dirtier for playing it. Next chapter up tomorrowish.