I am SO sorry I took forever to update. Got a lot on my plate. But I hope you like this chapter. These songs I thought were PERFECT for these two. Tho I had to butcher Quinn's song so it would fit with Brittany. But RIB does it all the time so… I still don't own these characters or these songs. I'll let you know when I do. Please review.

Bold is Quinn

Italics is Brittany

Quinn sighed as she entered Brittany's house. She had nothing against Brittany, in fact she was one of her best friends, there were just times that Brittany drove her crazy with her childishness. Quinn had been through a pregnancy, being kicked out, her parent's divorce, not to mention the Finn, Puck, Sam debacle. She just wasn't up for listening to theories that Lord Tubbington was conspiring to publish her diary, or trying to sneak into her room at night to braid her hair, or whatever new story Brittany had come up with that week.
"Quinn," Brittany asked softly, almost as if her feelings were hurt. Quinn looked up at her as she scrolled through Disney songs online. "Why do you hate me? You didn't used to hate me. Is it because I'm a better singer, or prettier than you?" Quinn stared at her in disbelief, where did she get her confidence, even if some of it was false.

"I don't hate you, Brittany," Quinn claimed, but the other blonde apparently didn't believe her.

"You didn't want to work with me, and Santana didn't even have to tell me for me to figure that out." Brittany said, sitting still on her bed.

"Oh and I bet you were just thrilled to work with me," Quinn bit, unwilling to be the only one who wasn't ok with their partner.

"I don't mind, you're cool. Not as awesome as Santana," Brittany admitted but just as Quinn was about to speak she continued, "Or Kurt, or Blaine, or Artie, or…"

"Ok Brittany, I get the point," Quinn hissed, not wanting to hear who else was more likeable that her.

"What happened to you Quinn? You used to be great, now you're mad all the time," Quinn paused, how had ditsy Brittany noticed? "Everyone has seen it, we just don't know what to do to help you." Quinn stared at her friend, since when had they wanted to help?

"I appreciate that, but can you please just help me pick out songs so I can go home." Brittany didn't look hurt, she just sighed softly and quickly youtubed a song that had been from her sister's favorite movie.

"Quinn you have to stop trying to be a grown up all the time. We are seventeen years old."

"About to be 18 and we are about to be thrust into the real world where your stupidity won't be seen as charming or acceptable. You need to GROW UP!" Quinn screamed, Brittany was taken aback but just smiled softly,

"I have the perfect song for you to sing."

-Glee club!—

Quinn already had tears in her eyes and she hadn't even started singing yet. Brittany nodded at Brad who began playing, Brittany then grabbed Quinn's hands and pulled her so that they were spinning in a circle, like they used to do as children playing 'ring around the rosy'

When you rush around in hopeless circles,
searching everywhere for something true,
you're at the age of not believing,
when all the make-believe is through.

Quinn jerked out of Brittany's hold and Quinn didn't miss Santana or Kurt's looks of warning, even though it was Brittany's choreography. Quinn sighed heavily, shaking her head.

I am not a child now
I can take care of myself
I mustn't let them down now
Mustn't let them see me cry
I'm fine, I'm fine

Brittany smiled softly and took Quinn's face in her hands, and for a moment Brittany looked far more mature and wiser than Quinn.

When you've set aside your childhood heroes
and your dreams are lost upon a shelf,
you're at the age of not believing
and, worst of all, you doubt yourself.

Brittany motioned to the entire room as if presenting it to Quinn, as her dreams. Quinn inhaled a shaky breath before also motioning though her points were harsh and cold.

I'm too tired to listen
I'm too old to believe
All these childish stories
There is no such thing as faith
And trust and pixie dust

Brittany giggled and shook her head, tapping Quinn playfully on the nose, causing the jaded blonde to scowl. But then Brittany pointed out Kurt and Blaine who both chuckled, having not realized that they had joined hands and had locked their calves together. Then Brittany pointed to Mr. Shu, who was beaming proudly at her.

You're a castaway where no one hears you
on a barren isle in a lonely sea.

Quinn's face fell, part of it an act and part of it being too tired to fight what was really going on in her life. Brittany saw so much beauty when she looked around, and it wasn't all because of how ditsy she was, a lot of it was just the fact that she was Brittany. And Quinn knew that's why everyone loved her, it wasn't that they felt sorry for her, it's that they wished they could see life through her eyes and being with her gave you just a glimpse.

I try
But it's so hard to believe

Quinn had been burned, everyone knew that, but as she looked around the room, so had everyone else. Puck had been told he impregnated his best friend's girlfriend, and was willing to do whatever he could to help. Finn had been hurt by Quinn, Rachel and Puck. Lauren, though she put on a tough façade, they knew she'd been teased mercilessly in elementary school about her weight, that's why she was as hard as she was. Mike had to be amazing at everything he did, and yet had to hide his true passion from his parents. Mercedes had to fight for every single solo she got, even though she probably had the best female voice in the room. And Kurt and Blaine… no, too easy.

Where did all the happy endings go?
Where can all the good times be?

Quinn followed Brittany over once again to Kurt and Blaine who were grinning brightly at her and she kissed them both on the cheek before running over to Santana and kissing her lips softly. She then showed the linked hands of Finn and Rachel, Puck and Lauren, Sam and Mercedes, and Tina and Mike. Ok, so everyone ELSE got a happy ending , but staying to what they planned, Quinn smiled slightly before her face fell once more.

I try
But I can't see what you see
I try, I try, I try...

Brittany pouted slightly before smirked and running over to the side of the room and pulling a full length mirror, moving Quinn in front of it.

You must face the age of not believing,
doubting everything you ever knew,
until at last you start believing

Quinn saw the beautiful teenage girl looking back at her, and she knew she wouldn't be like that forever. That one day here neck would sag and her face would become wrinkled and… Brittany grinned and hit her hair playfully, causing Quinn to let out genuine laugh. Then Brittany took her hand and spun her around, and whether it was actually supposed to happen, Quinn realized Brittany had been right. She was seventeen, she was supposed to be making mistakes (so maybe the pregnancy was a bit much) but the point was, she had her entire life to be a grown up. In that moment, in the choir room with the only people who had ever truly cared about her, she was just a teenager, with a bright, brilliant future in front of her. Tears began to stream down her face and she smiled up at Brittany who grinned back.

I can finally see it
Now I have to believe
All those precious stories
All the world is made of...
Faith, and trust... and pixie dust

Everyone took that as an incentive to come to the middle of the room and pull Quinn into a group hug.

there's something wonderful in you.

Quinn was laughing and crying at the same time as Sam picked her up and spun her around, making her feel five years old again, in the best possible way.

So, I'll try
Because I finally believe
I'll try, cuz I can see what you see, I'll try.

Mr. Shu looked at the group, he had expected this challenge to just be a simple fun little thing, but this had been the third song to really mean something to the singers, if not everyone in the club. Santana had used her song to come out for goodness sake. And now Quinn was using it to allow everyone to help her, though as he watched Brittany bouncing around joyfully, he thought maybe most of the work had already been done.

Ok, that's done. PLEASE review! I need the harsh reviews as much as I want the good ones. Please! Oh and Kurt and Puck is next…eventually.