Deciding what to do first, Kurt pulled Quinn into his room and toward his makeshift salon that was professionally stocked with various cosmetics, hair accessories, products and the needed equipment for such tasks. Despite it being only an extension to his bedroom, it was equivalent to walking into a private beauty salon.
Quinn dogged behind him—looking at the cut off from his bed-space to his work-space—confused. "Uh, Kurt? When did you do this?" Said boy smiled widely, facing the girls at the doorway to his passion.
"Well, my dears, I have decided to extend my bedroom to include my own studio extraordinaire complete with both a fashion section and hair styling boutique." He proudly advertised at each section; arms open and welcoming the girls to his abode.
"Damn, lady lips, you've outdone yourself," Santana commented as she walked around the studio, casually touching things. "Are you thinking of starting a business 'cause I hella could get down with this. From a finance standpoint." She rounded back to him, patting his shoulder.
Kurt scoffed. "Please, Satan, as if I'd work with you. You'd be slave driving me to the ground." He shook his head before walking behind Quinn. "Let's start with your hair my Quinn, darling. Then I think a trip to the mall would be our next bet, right? Brittany?"
At the call to her name the blonde shifted in the stylist chair closest to the wash bin toward him, lounging and smiling broadly. "Oh yes I agree! We will make you so hot you will kiss yourself!" She gleefully clapped before hopping out of the chair. She made a beeline for Quinn, guiding her to it. "Though I want to take one last picture with girl-Quinn." Brittany excitedly pulled her phone out to take a selfie with Quinn. Santana and Kurt joined them. "Say Unicorns!"
"Unicorns!"
"Alright ladies, let's get to cutting!" Kurt exclaimed, spinning Quinn the proper direction and leaning her back against the backrest of the chair. He delicately guided her head into the washbowl. "First, we must shampoo and condition. Then I'm thinking of doing a textured modern quiff with a low fade line up." He said as he cleaned Quinn's hair.
"Oh, someone knows their hair," Santana commented from his bed with her feet up, flipping through a few of Kurt's magazines. "I think someones gots it, come Brit-Britt, I wants to get my mack on." She kicked off the bed heading out of the room with a backhanded wave.
Brittany followed closely behind, smiling brightly at the other two. "She means lady kisses," she whispered. "We'll be back later! Bye!"
Kurt shook his head. "I swear, Satan can never stay in one spot for more than thirty minutes." He dried Quinn's hair before placing a black cloth over her. "So the good thing is your hair is naturally a beautiful golden blonde that I really don't need to do any highlights or touch ups."
She smiled at him through the mirror, here goes nothing, goodbye long hair hello easy and manageable hair. As Kurt began chopping off all her long blonde locks, Quinn couldn't help but feel lighter. Like no more weight was on her shoulders. She felt as if she could breathe and see more of herself than what was premolded for her since birth. Wow, I'm already feeling so much different, this new Quinn… She's been hiding from the world. Watch out because I'm ready to shine like a star! Quinn's smile grew, her hazel eyes practically sparkling at her reflection.
"Alright, we are all done!" Kurt took notice at the new found light in his friend's eyes before pulling off the cloth; dusting off any hairs left on her neck and face with a brush.
Quinn turned her head from side to side, admitting how breathable her whole face looked and felt. "Wow, is this how you feel all the time, so much freedom?" She looked to Kurt in the mirror who glanced back from his task.
"Well, it's easier to manage than long hair, that's for sure," he commented. "Now since we'll be in the same room you have lots to learn about styling your hair, but fear not, I will help you every morning." He noticed Quinn slightly fidget when he mentioned styling.
"Well look at that," Santana waltzed into the room with a box under her right arm, "you did it Lady Hummel, she actually looks boyish."
"QUINN!" Brittany shouted, bolting over to the blonde to tackle her in a hug. She made eye contact with Quinn through the mirror, her arms giving another gleeful squeeze of excitement around her neck. "You look so hot I really want to just make out with you! Don't you think, San?"
The latina laughed,"Yea, Britt, she looks hot. Here," Santana dropped the box onto Quinn's lap, "This is called a bind to help keep your puppies hidden, gots it?" She smirked at the blush that bloomed on the blonde's face. "Alright so put it on and we'll head on out to the mall so we can gets you some sexy clothes. You will definitely be turning heads of both genders," she cackled, walking back out.
Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Brittany um…do you think you can help me with this?" Quinn asked the other blonde before she left.
"Of course!"
About an hour later, finally understanding how to use the bind to where her breathing won't be cut off or her breast won't feel uncomfortable, Quinn was good to go.
"Thank you again San, I did not even think about my chest." Quinn walked into the living room where Santana and Kurt were seated on a coach, locked into a conversation. Quinn smiled when Santana broke away.
"No probs, someones gots to take care of the puppies." Santana smirked evilly. "Especially since they've been getting no action."
"Shut up," Quinn huffed with a blush, scurrying over to them with Brittany behind her. "So, uhm, I guess the mall for a change of wardrobe?" She walked over to the back of the coach, bending down and laying her arms on the backrest. Gently, she laid her head on Kurt's shoulder, peering up at him. "Kurt, I was thinking, do you know anyone that would be able to change my records or files so it shows I'm a male?"
Kurt quirked a brow at her question.
"Oh we already took care of that," Santana casually commented, standing, "Brits and I broke into the school office and changed all the information in the system. No need to thank me, Mr. Quinn L. Fabray." The latin stood and bowed deeply with a devious smirk.
"Oh I helped San! I did the paperwork too since San didn't want me near the computer because Lord Tubbington might find out what I'm doing and tell my parents." Brittany pouted.
Santana shook her head, dismissing the others comments, "Yeah I asked my older brother Miguel to help since he owes me." She shrugged. "So putas lets gets our shopping done!"
Quinn furrowed her brow in thought but relaxed into a fond smile. She shook her head. She had such amazing friends. Thank you San, I really dodged a huge block there, so all I need is clothes and then moving into the dorms this week.
With a sigh, Quinn rose and followed her friends out.
The mall was bustling with people when their group arrived.
"Alright putas," Santana hopped onto the escalator with Brittany tailing behind her, "Lets gets our shop on!"
Brittany clapped excitedly. "Oooo, San lets go to that store! I see the perfect outfit!"
Santana agreed.
Kurt stepped up next to Quinn, briefly catching their other two friends running off. "Quinn, you actually look good in my clothes. Brittany has pretty good taste."
The blonde looked down at her outfit. A long sleeve black button up under a white hoodie. Black denim jeans and her signature black checkered converse. Quinn looked at Kurt.
"Thanks. I actually like this look. It's pretty simple and really feels comfortable, I didn't know you owned these types of clothes." She commented, bumping slightly into his shoulder.
"Oh please, I have so many clothes I practically have any style you can name." He smirked at her eye roll, "Besides that, a simple style will never look good with my complexion and personality." He ended with a simple flick of his fringe.
She laughed as they headed into the shop that Santana and Brittany were in. The second she and Kurt turned to them, Quinn's arms were loaded with various clothing. Oh god, this is going to be a long afternoon.
By the sixth store, Quinn and her friends had their hands full of shopping bags that she was pretty sure she'd never get the chance to wear. Fortunately her feet found rest along with half of the bags at a bench. Santana and Kurt were pulled away by Brittany for a pet store, which Quinn was pretty sure they'd be awhile at.
The blonde got comfortable on the wooden bench. Any other time she'd normally join her friends, but today she wasn't up to it. She'd chalk it up to the shopping spree. This is way too many clothes but what can I do when I have these three around. Quinn laughed, leaning on the railing and observing the crowds, at least that's done, hairs done, now just need to get settled in and Thursday tryouts began! She exhaled a heavy sigh. My life is definitely one story in the making.
Quinn looked away from the passing bystanders, relaxing back against the bench and looking up to the third level. There she spotted a dark-haired girl leaning on the railing wearing a melancholy profile. Huh, wonder what has her down.
The girl shifted at that moment, peering down. For a split second, the girls made eye contact.
OH, SHIT, she saw me! Quinn jerked away, her body tensed. Damn, what the hell Fabray? Get yourself together! You were just looking around and just happened to notice her, that's it.
"Oi, Fabgay were heading to the food court on third level, I needs to get my eats on!" Santana's voice snapped Quinn back from her thoughts. The blonde turned toward them, spotting them at the stairs further away from her.
Quinn waved, grabbing her bags and walking over to the group. She quickly glanced up to see if the girl was still there but found no one at the railing. Oh well, she shrugged, handing Kurt his bags back.
Kurt, for once, didn't complain and gave Quinn a curious look.