Brittany walked toward the lone figure standing behind the bleachers. When Quinn saw her coming, she promptly turned her back.
Brittany hooked her arm through Quinn's and turned her around, taking in once more the pink hair, nose ring, cigarette, and disgruntled expression.
As usual, Brittany hit the nail on the head. "Quinn, you don't have to be like this. You know I can help you out if you're feeling insecure."
Quinn rolled her eyes. "Help me out, how exactly, Brittany? Help me out like Puck having sex with me when I was feeling fat? Help me out like getting rid of my baby because I can't take care of her? How, Brittany? How could you possibly help me?"
Brittany grabbed Quinn's face with the palms of her hands and kissed her with all of the pent-up emotion she was holding inside.
"Loving you."