A/N Hey!

Ok, so as promised, here is the next chapter! It's only a short one, but still... haha

Alright, hopefully it won't be too long until the next chapter, but I'm making no promises lol :D I know I haven't used many songs yet, but it won't be long until that changes :) The songs I've used so far are:

Hanson- Georgia

Natasha Beddingfield- Unwritten

I own nothing but Nikki!

Reviews are welcomed and very much appreciated!

xoloveJBox

Chapter Eight.

Nikki emerged from her bathroom that night, thoroughly exhausted from an exceedingly long day, to see Quinn sat cross-legged on the bed. It was weird for Nikki to see her mattress on a frame, but she liked it. It had been almost seven in the evening when Mr Shuester and New Directions had left Nikki's house, all tired and speckled with paint, and Quinn had volunteered to stay to help with the finishing touches. Too enveloped with fatigue, Nikki had simply suggested that Quinn stay the night and they would continue in the morning.

Now the two girls were in pjs and getting ready for sleep. Quinn looked up when Nikki came back in, seeing the girl in different ways since the conversation they'd had with Artie that afternoon, just before Puck had come in. However, before Quinn had a chance to bring it up again, a knock on the door distracted them both. A quizzical look on her face, Nikki pulled open the door and revealed her younger brother Kyle.

"Goodnight Nikki," the small boy chimed, holding out his arms for Nikki to lift him up. Nikki grinned and pulled the boy into her arms.

"Goodnight Pal." She replied, planting a playfully over exaggerated kiss on Kyle's cheek, making him squirm and giggle. "Say night to Quinn."

"Goodnight Quinn." Kyle echoed as Nikki lowered him back to the ground.

Quinn gave the boy a small wave as he ran out the room and down the corridor.

"He's sweet." Quinn commented as Nikki closed the door again.

"I know." Nikki agreed "It's a shame Tom's not as nice as him."

"Tom?"

"My older brother." Nikki explained "he's at university."

The two sat up for a while talking, with Quinn asking lots of questions about England.

"You know," she observed "I'm surprised you don't sound more like Liz Hurley."

"Nobody in England sounds like Liz Hurley," Nikki laughed "In fact, I'm pretty sure Liz Hurley doesn't even really sound like Liz Hurley."

"I think Puck likes you." Quinn told Nikki seriously when their giggling died down a little.

"I like him too, he's a nice guy." Nikki replied casually.

"No. I mean he likes you." Quinn stressed, raising her eyebrows suggestively.

"I seriously doubt that." Nikki scoffed "Why would someone like Puck like someone like me?"
"I'm deadly serious Nikki. He does things with you that I've never seen him do with other people."

"Like what?" Nikki asked, slightly amused.

"Like with this afternoon."

"You think Puck likes me, because he put paint on my nose." Nikki grinned sceptically.

"No, with the painting," Quinn corrected "he wanted to be close to you."

"You're being ridiculous." Nikki told Quinn good-heartedly.

"I'm telling you Nikki; I've seen him with a lot of girls-"

"A lot of girls?" Nikki interrupted.

"That's not the point," Quinn dismissed with a wave of her hand "The point is, I've never seen him look at any them the way he does at you."

Nikki sunk into thought then, leaning back on her elbows. When she didn't say anything, Quinn simply continued.

"You know, when you first got here, I didn't really think you'd be the kind of person I'd get along with. I know this might sound a little weird, or creepy or whatever because you've only been here a little while, but I think you're probably my best friend right now."

Nikki smiled warmly at the other girl. "It's not weird Quinn. I never really had many friends in England, so it surprised me when you guys all seemed to just take me in, but out of everyone, you've done the most to make me feel welcome. So thank you Quinn."

"No problem Nikki." Quinn grinned "now let's go to sleep. We've got a lot to do tomorrow, and you're going to have a hard time competing with us if you're in Alabama."

Quinn and Nikki both lay down, laying top to toe in the bed, and Nikki leaned over to flick the switch on her small bedside table that Puck had assembled for her that afternoon. Plunged into darkness and thinking of Puck, Nikki considered what Quinn had said. She pictured the boy in her mind, and wondered if Quinn had been on to something. Nikki recalled every touch from their dance lessons, every wild grin, and the way he had been so determined to make sure she had got home safely that day it had rained. At the time she had simply dismissed them as him being kind, but what there really was something else behind his actions. She also thought about the day before, when she had cried on his chest. She hadn't intended to break down in front of him, but he had held her pretty tightly, and Nikki had taken a lot of comfort from it. More than she had expected from someone she had only known a few months.

As she dozed off into much welcomed sleep, Nikki couldn't help but wonder if it would be so bad if Quinn was right?