A/N: Hmm, a filler. Something cute I had.

Disclaimer: Do I even have to say it. ;) didn't think so.

It grew darker while Quinn held Brittany against her chest on the cot. She couldn't help but fall for the blonde, she's always loved Brittany, but Santana was always in the way and, of course got her first. But that was Quinn's fault, if she wasn't so scared to even come out, she probably would have gotten a chance with her long time best friend. But then again, Santana and Brittany were friends before she was friends with any of them.

Looking down at the still sleeping beauty, the punk girl smiled as she let her thoughts breeze back when she came into the picture and how she instantly fell in love with the dutch girl.

Ten years ago...

Her smile. It's what made Quinn's day when she came into her third grade class and where she first met Brittany S. Pierce. When the beautiful blonde smiled her way, Quinn felt like her heart would burst out of her chest at any moment. She always remembered when she was grouped with someone that wasn't Brittany, she would get upset and frown. But one day, Brittany was there, with that smile, telling her,

"Don't frown Lucy, your smile is so pretty it makes me feel all fuzzy inside,"

After that day, Quinn never frowned around Brittany ever again.

Her face. It was what Quinn saw one day after a hard time at school when she opened her eyes from sleeping under a big oak tree she always escaped to. It was upside down and beaming at her.

"Hi Lucy," she had said, moving away to let Quinn sit up and look at her fully. She had an ice cream in one hand and a brown tabby kitten in the other.

"This is Lord Tubbington," her voice was small and sweet, just like the iced treat she was devouring. The young dutch girl held the kitten out for the other girl and gave her "that" smile.

"Wanna hold him, he won't bite,"

Quinn hesitated before slowly reaching out and grabbing the kitten from her friend. She cradled him into her arms as he purred and closed his eyes.

"He likes you," Brittany clapped, taking a seat next to the brown headed girl.

"He's adorable," Quinn smiled shyly.

They stayed quiet for awhile till there came a honk behind them.

"My mommy is here," the dutch girl announced. She stood and waited patiently for Quinn to do the same and hand the kitten back to her.

"Do you want a ride home, it's getting dark," Brittany had asked.

Quinn shook her head softly, "No, I live just right behind the bushes here and I rode my bike so I should be fine,"

"Okay, bye Lucy," the dutch girl waved and ran to her mothers car.

Her eyes. They were blue, and Quinn didn't know why but she loved blue eyes. Especially Brittany's. She always thought it was because they were blue like water or sometimes blue like the sky. Soon she would look at Brittany's eyes and figure out that they changed with her mood.

If Brittany was sad or upset, they got glassy and slightly darker then her normal blue color. Like dark blue.

If she was excited or happy they were the color of Azure, and Quinn grew to love that particular color.

If she got angry or mad they would changed quickly as she spoke, from Cobalt blue to Zaffre blue. Sometimes she's gotten them to look like a shade of Medium blue.

Now this next one Quinn loves more then anything, because Brittany's eyes always look like this when she's either around her or Santana. When the dutch girl is feeling happy and warm and loving, her eyes are a mixture between Iris, baby blue and blue. It's such a wonderful color that Quinn falls in love every time.

Her hair. Is something Quinn loved to touch when they had their annual sleep over ever weekend. It was so soft and smelled like cinnamon mixed with cotton candy. As yellow as the sun itself, it brighten Quinn's day because it made her feel all warm when she got to touch any part of it. When it rained, Quinn would always remember Brittany's hair or look across the class room and look at the girls hair and her heart would warm deep inside her chest.

Ten years later...

And Quinn is still looking at Brittany with so much love and adoration. Brushing a strand of blonde hair from her face, the pink haired girl leaned down and kissed her forehead.

"Sweet love of mine."