Sorry it took so long to update this, but I know where I want to take this now.

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Brittany leaned forward as much as possible on her elbows trying to get a glance at her parents' new neighbors. She'd had a good feeling ever since she woke up and she always followed her feelings, especially the good ones. She was glad someone was moving in next to her parents because that house had been empty since she was 17 and she supposed that empty houses were so lonely without someone living inside of them.

She smiled brightly as she heard a woman's voice, "Lucy, come on and show the movers where you want your bed, honey."

Brittany hopped from where she'd been perched on a lawn chair on her parents' balcony and leaned over the railing. She knew that name, it couldn't be could it? She couldn't get a good look at the family; she only got views of a few burly movers walking back and forth with large boxes and furniture.

"Damn…" Brittany sighed sitting back down realizing that she wasn't going to get a good look. If it was who he thought then she knew that everything was being set into motion. She needed a reason to meet the neighbors. Smiling when a simple plan popped into her head she hopped back out of the chair and skipped back into the house dialing a number as she made her way.

An Hour Later

Rachel hummed a nameless tune as she stirred the contents of the mixing bowl with a wooden spoon. Brittany sat on top of the counter swinging her legs with a goofy smile. The blonde peered wide-eyed over her shoulder.

"Are they mixed yet?"
"Just a few more rotations and we'll be able to roll this out and use the cookie cutter to make shapes, then we'll put them in the oven and in a little while we'll have cookies for the new neighbors. This is really sweet of you Brittany, I mean it must be awkward moving to a new neighborhood and it's always nice to be welcomed." Rachel smiled brightly with a few more slow turns of the cookie dough.

"Hurry up, Rach, I wanna make cute animal shapes for Lucy!" Brittany bounced.

"Who's Lucy?"

"Um…er…the…um…"

Rachel's face scrunched up in confusion. "Brittany?"

"Um…ok…I can't tell you everything, but I had a dream and in it I was told to help Lucy. I just have to help Lucy then this moving van shows up today and the daughter's name is Lucy. I just know I'm suppose to do something…help her with something…" The blonde shrugged. She knew there was much more to her vision than what she was telling her friend, but she also knew that there was a lot that she wasn't actually allowed to tell.

"Hmmm…" Rachel bit her bottom lip. "Are you sure this Lucy is your dream Lucy or whatever?"

"I didn't get a look, but I dunno, I just kinda feel it and…"

"And that's why you needed cookies?"

"Yeah, and ever since that whole thing with the firemen the last time I tried to make my parents' dinner they don't really like me to use the stove." Brittany pouted at the memory.

Rachel chuckle and shook her head lightly. "Okay, Brittany, let's roll these out then we'll make cute little animals for Lucy."

"Yay!" Brittany clapped her hands in delight and dropped off the counter.

45 Minutes Later

"Okay, Britt, don't be nervous and you know remember that they just moved here and everything is new and you are a stranger so just you know try not to scare them…?" Rachel shrugged not sure if she was coming across in a way that the older girl would understand.
"Don't worry Rach, I'm great with kids and adults."

"Yeah, I guess that is true you can even make Quinn calmer…it is sort of your gift." Brittany nodded with a small smile.

"Alright then, good luck," Rachel grinned and began to walk away from the house, "and Brittany, just remember that if you want to talk about anything you can tell me, I'm pretty good a keeping a secret." The brunette shrugged one shoulder and waved goodbye disappearing once she reached the sidewalk.

Brittany waved until Rachel's aura dissolved and then grabbed the plate of cookies that that her friend had covered in plastic wrap. She straightened her shoulders resolutely and walked the short distance from her parents' porch to the neighbor's stoop. She took in a deep breath and knocked in a quick burst on the door.

"Hell-o?" The door opened to a slightly overweight woman in her mid-thirties. Her hair was dyed a dark brown and she was wringing a scrap cloth in her hands.

"Hi!" Brittany enthused grinning widely. "I'm Brittany Pierce, my parents live right there." She turned and point at her parents' small bungalow-styled house.

"Oh?" The woman's smile didn't reach her eyes.

"And…I brought Welcome to the Neighborhood cookies!" The blonde thrust the plate of cookies towards the antsy woman who took a cautious step backwards.

"Oh…my…that's really um…sweet of you. Please, um…excuse my manners, come in…I made lemonade for my daughter, Lucy and the movers, come and have some…" The woman avoided eye contact, but did step back to allow Brittany to come inside.

"Ok, cool, now we can all have lemonade and sugar cookies." Brittany smiled noticing that her excitement wasn't contagious when it came to this woman, if anything it seemed to frighten the lady.

"Lucy? Lucy, honey, this is our neighbor…Brittany Pierce…she brought cookies…."
Brittany looked up into familiar eyes and smiled brightly. It was her Lucy! The teenager blinked her hazel eyes behind square frames and smiled uneasily.

"Uh…hi…" The strawberry blonde mumbled eyes shifting away from Brittany's face and over to an indistinct corner.

"Hey!" Brittany bubbled taking a seat at the island across from the shy girl. She placed the cookies in the middle of the table and snatched the wrap off.

"So, where did you move from?" Brittany asked the younger girl when the kitchen had descended into an awkward silence.

"Umm…" Hazel eyes shifted to the mother.

"Madison…Wisconsin…." The older woman interjected quickly and Brittany looked quickly from one to the other detecting the lie, but letting it go. She knew that sometimes people had secrets and if or when they were ready to share they would, but not if you tried to push them.

Sorry if that ends awkwardly...

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