A/N: Prompt from an anon; kiddy Faberry. Thanks!
The strange girl was hogging the water fountain.
Impatient, hands curling on her hips, Quinn glared at her. "Seriously," she whispered to the mainly silent Santana, "Why does she get the water?"
Nodding, Santana glared at the new student.
"Maybe she's thirsty all the time?" Brittany asked, twirling a lock of her hair.
Quinn huffed, and, upset, walked up to the water fountain. "You're not being fair," she sniffed.
The girl stared with the prettiest brown eyes at Quinn she had ever seen. "I'm. Sorry," she hesitantly smiled, "I just can't let my voice suffer. Would you like some water?"