Moving Forward...

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The next morning Quinn woke up with the sun glaring through the blinds, she knew immediately she wasn't in her own room, it was too bright, but she didn't care the bed was heavenly. She snuggled down into the comfort and squeezed her eyes shut more tightly. There was a peel of high-pitched giggles that broke Quinn from her rest as she opened her eyes wide and came face to face with mirth filled blue eyes.

"Brittany?" She asked mildly confused before the events of last night came rushing back for her. The Rooftop, Rachel, that little seed that quickly grew to a question, a question she'd sought out Brittany to answer.

"Quinn?" Brittany smiled brilliantly at her.

"Um…hey…I didn't expect you to be at you're parents…is it…is it okay that I'm here?" The Guardian mumbled.

"I like staying here sometimes; it's like having a sleepover with me when I was sixteen."

"Um…oh-o-kay…" Quinn shrugged awkwardly.

"So…?" Brittany took a seat on the full sized bed, sitting with her back pressed against the wall and bringing her knees up under her chin.

"I-um-I wanted to talk to you…"Quinn started pacing, thinking that she sounded like a fumbling idiot.

"Ok...?" The Nephilim's head tilted to the side.

"Yeah, it's just…um…you know…maybe…"

"Maybe?"

"I—do you…do you like me?" The hazel-eyed blonde blurted out.

"Of course I do, silly." Brittany giggled, intently watching all of her movements.

"No, I mean…like…like like me, like I dunno, like Santana and Rachel like…" Red crept up Quinn's face.

"Well, no…" Quinn tried not to visibly react, but she felt her shoulders slump slightly, stupid Rachel "…I like you like Brittany and Quinn like you."

"Uh…?" Thin fingers ran through short blonde tresses.

"It's similar, but different cuz it's us and not them." The other woman shrugged her shoulders with a lopsided smile.

"So, you would go out with me?"

"Are you asking?" The blue-eyed blonde grinned and instead of an answer she was met with a sharp nod of the Guardian's head.

"What took you so long?" Brittany scoot forward on the bed and grabbed Quinn's arm pulling her down next to her.

Quinn shrugged. "Figured I was leaving so it was just…bad timing…"

"Better bad timing than no time at all."

"Somehow that makes perfect sense." Quinn grinned.

"Of course it does, I'm a genius."

"I believe it."

"Hey Quinn…?" Brittany spoke after a moment of silence.

"Huh…?" Quinn questioned turning to face the taller blonde who pressed their lips together. Quinn felt her face warm and color surprised by the action. "Why…?"

Brittany smirked and leaned back against the wall. "Just wanted to get that out of the way."

"Oh…yeah…okay." Quinn stammered internally chastising herself for being so embarrassingly uncool.

"You're cute when you're nervous." The Nephilim giggled.

"I am not cute!"

"Adorable." She countered with another giggle.

"Jeez…you're not going to tell flamehead that I was a stammering, blushing fool are you?"

"Promise I'll leave out those details, but let's get some rest it's late and you have to dream up how you're suppose to wow me on this date." The blue-eyed woman pushed the other gently toppling her. "No funny business…."

"I wouldn't…I never…the thought…uh…"Quinn flushed as Brittany laughed again.

"You should stop making that so easy." Brittany shook her head slightly and pushed Quinn over towards a little pass the middle of the bed and laid in her spot propped up on her side against the wall.

"G'Night Quinn." Brittany snapped her fingers and the lights went out.

"Nigh Brittany." Quinn couldn't help the smile that rested on her face.

"You're peaceful when you sleep." Brittany's voice brought her out of her memories.

"Yeah…?" Quinn smiled slowly realizing that for the first time in a long while she'd gotten a complete nights rest without being woken by her nightmares. She felt refreshed and although she knew in the back of her mind that it probably had something to do with the other heavenly presence the front of her mind wasn't quite ready for the implications that might hold.

"Are you're parents home?" Quinn asked an idea popping into her head.

"No, they've already left for work."

"Good, you should go shower and I'll make us some breakfast." The Guardian smiled sliding off the bed and making her way out of the room and downstairs to the kitchen.

There were some light footsteps and then Quinn heard the pipes groan as the other woman started the shower. The Guardian rifled through the cabinets coming up with a plan as she scavenged ingredients from what the Pierces had stocked. She grinned as her meal idea slowly formulated in her mind and set about prepping her ingredients. She was far from the greatest cook, but in the time before she died she'd been known to do pretty well at some simple meals. French Toast, Bacon, and simple sliced fruit would be perfect.

She set about mixing her egg, cinnamon, and milk for her French Toast and warming the skillet when the doorbell rang.

"Britt? Someone's at the door, should I get it?" Quinn called hoping the other woman could hear her in the shower. When no reply came she shrugged and padded towards the front door assured that answering wouldn't be a big deal, it was probably just a Jehovah's Witness or something.

"Don't worry about it Quinn I'm coming down…Quinn? Quinn?" The other blonde called out and footsteps echoed off the stairs.

"Don't worry I'm already…here…." Quarter-turned to call back opening the door without looking.

"Quinn…" Brittany breathed out as her foot left the bottom step.

"Hey, is Brittany here? I finally got a chance to bring back her plate."

Quinn turned and was surprised to come face to face with her sister.

"Frannie…" She breathes out barely a whisper, low enough so that the other woman couldn't discern what had been said, but Brittany understood what was said, but didn't understand why. She'd just had a bad gut feeling that Quinn shouldn't open the door.

"Um...Excuse me; hi…I'm the Pierce's neighbor I was just returning the plate Brittany left with the cookies…"

"Hey, Ms. Whitaker...I'll take that." Brittany appeared next to the shocked Quinn who hadn't responded to the neighbor's words.

"O-k…oh and before I forget Lucy wanted to know if it was okay for her to come by after school so you can help her with routine for tryouts." The older blonde shrugged with an uneasy glance at the unmoving woman standing slightly between Brittany and her.

"Yeah, yeah of course I'll wait around and work with her before heading back to mine." The Nephilim smiled genuinely casting her own worried glance at Quinn before she waved Ms. Whitaker off and closed the door.

"Quinn? What's wrong?" She frowned.

"Breakfast is burning…" The hazel-eyed woman mumbled walking briskly towards the kitchen.

"Quinn….! Quinn!" Brittany followed closely on her heels.

"How do you know her?" Quinn asked her back to Brittany as she gripped the edge of the counter.

"Ms. Whitaker? She's my parents' new neighbor…she's Lucy's Mom…."

"L-Lucy…?" Quinn's body trembled.

"Yeah…I don't think they're really the Whitakers' or from Madison, Wisconsin…but I don't know why she'd lie about that…"

"You don't know…I mean…"

"Know what?"

"Quinn, know what?" Brittany placed a hand on her trembling shoulder.

"You can tell me…it's okay…" Brittany crisscrossed her arms around the other blonde's body and leaned her head on the Guardian's back.

Quinn let out a deep breath. Her muscles loosened almost automatically as she allowed herself to relax into Brittany. She hadn't felt this safe since way before she'd died. It was that realization that had her mouth opening to explain to the Nephilim.

Yeah kinda cliffhangery, but next Quinn's going to walk down memory lane and tell Britt about her life before dying and becoming a Guardian.

Sorry if there are errors cuz I write in spurts and then post when I'm done...

Ink