Brittany falls to her knees and wraps her arms around Quinn’s waist, burying her face into her best friend’s abdomen. She swallows hard and clears her throat, shaking her head at first, then nodding.
I know. I know. Because then he couldn’t hurt you anymore and Frannie would be safe too and Melie and Lucas would never have to fear him and goddammit why do I still love him after everything he’s done? Why do I love him and hate him all at the same time? And why am I so selfish and can’t shut up? He’s your papa, not mine.
Her voice cracks on the word ‘not’. Even after everything, he was still Papa Fabray. He had never been anything like her own biological father; the two men couldn’t be more different. But she had always felt loved by him.
Quinn silently listens to Brittany, her free hand moving to run through the other blonde’s hair.
I don’t know the answers to any of those questions but the last one, I guess, and we both know the answer to that one deep down.
She takes a deep breath.
The article at the very least said that Mama wasn’t anywhere near there.
You were angry, and surprised, and pregnant. Don’t feel bad about what you said.
Brittany looked up at Mike, almost as if she was just noticing him.
I’m glad you’re here.
What did you say, Quinnie? I mean, I might be thinking the same thing.
Quinn rests her head on Mike’s shoulder.
I wished he’d just died, Britt.
Tell me what you need.
Brittany reached out and took Quinn’s other hand, her own chin quivering as she held back confused and frustrated and really sad tears.
Are you okay? Which is like, the stupidest question I could ever ask. But… I don’t know what. I’m sorry this happened. I’m really, really sorry.
I don’t need anything, thank you.
I don’t really know how to feel. I said something awful earlier, and I still feel bad about it, so I’m back to just not knowing.
Brittany makes her way up to Quinn’s private room, feeling but not acknowledging the looks of the Ravenclaws she passes. She doesn’t know if they know of her relationship with the Fabrays, but they would all be more than aware of her relationship with Quinn. Best friends like them were not something anyone forgot. Not knocking or waiting before walking in, her motions stiff, almost robotic in their reserve, she approaches Quinn, wanting nothing more than to throw her arms around the twin of her soul, but needing to know how her best friend is, first. “Amber?” she says softly, her voice scratchy from trying to hold back tears. “Did you see?”
Quinn bit her lip, her hand immediately going to grab Mike’s.
Mikey told me, and then I saw it…
This is why I normally don’t read anything but the Quibbler…
Brittany makes her way quickly to Ravenclaw tower, not knowing if her best friend had heard the news, not knowing how she even felt about it, just knowing she has to try to be there.
Without so much as listening to Brittany’s attempt at the riddle, she is allowed access into Ravenclaw Tower, where the residents of the tower look at her with concern.
I had this dream where Santana, Quinn, and I were the Three Catkateers…
This is amazing.
Oh, c’mon, Quinnie! Where’s your sense of adventure? Your thirst for knowledge? Your scientific inquiry?
Besides, Sam totally has good oral hygiene. It would be super obvious if he didn’t.
Both of you are weird, what am I supposed to do with all these blonds?
Don’t hate, you know you love us both.
My sense of adventure, thirst for knowledge and scientific inquiry haven’t left, they’ve just been also joined by protectiveness for my son~ maybe once he’s born, we can make a scale model of him to use instead? That’s scientific!
With him being totally geeky and lame. Those impressions are just weird. Plus his mouth. I bet he could fit a whole infant in there.
Sometimes I tutor students in our grade. I usually don’t say much about it since those students are usually really behind and terrified by the time they come to me. We don’t really hang out so much. Soo, that probably won’t be happening, Britt. But you two should hang out and have fun. Quidditch co-captains and all that.
Probably not a whole infant. I mean, totally a baby head, but not the whole baby. We can test it when Lucas is born, though.
Oh c’mon, San! It would be totally fun! We have to hang out at least once, okay? Just for fun. No tutoring or whatever, that sounds too much like work and stuff anyway. We do hang out as Quidditch co-captains, but there’s only so many times we can work out ways to torture, terrify, and treat the team. We need a third party to keep us off the pitch. I’ll even buy the butter beer.
No idea what you’re both talking about, but I refuse to volunteer my infant son for any sort of testing. Especially if it involves anything as immediately unsanitary as a mouth.
It always looked super scary to me! Was it awful? I don’t want to watch it. It’ll be okay, Quinneth. I love you!
It was awful don’t ever watch it
Well, he certainly has good timing then, and good taste. That’s one place that I know we will always, always be safe.
Oh. Oh. Grandmere already told them, huh?
Do you think they’ll be mad at me? I mean, I know it’s all my fault and Quinnie, I’m so, so, so sorry. I can’t even begin to say how sorry I am. I promised you I wouldn’t act like that. I’m really, really ashamed of myself. I mean, I’m not sorry I hit him - my hand still hurts from it so I got him good - because he never should have laid a hand on you, but it was stupid to do. Will you forgive me?
I… I’m not sure how we are, but I’m cautiously hopeful. I mean, I don’t expect her to take me back or whatever, but we talked a lot and… well, I’m sure you can figure out the rest. She’s not really physically hurt, a few singe marks here and there, but they didn’t hurt her physically. Mentally, emotionally, spiritually? That’s…
That’s a different story. They were calling her back even last night, so I know it’s not over for her. I wish I could take it all back. I never wanted to hurt you or her and it seems like that was my modus operandi last night.
N-no, that’s not something she would do… but you know how word gets around.
There’s nothing to forgive, Britts. He… it’s complicated. You know better than anyone else how complicated it is. I don’t really think anyone’s faulting you for that. I want to say I’m sorry for the awful things he said, though. It was terrible. I couldn’t believe he thought any of that…
Hurt was going to happen that night no matter what. You heard what he was saying to me before you hit him. I’d rather take the direct pain than all the dancing around we thought we were going to do all night.
Yeah, I’m afraid you’re right. I have no idea what to expect from the Lopezes, especially after everything with… Anyway. Are you wearing that stupid ring that Frannie sent? Does Mike know about that? You know I’m totally going to kick her in the shin for that, right? Is… Are
Mama and Papa Fabraythe parents going to be there?
Mack’s going to be there, and she knows how to deal with the Lopezes, so we’ve got that covered, at least, but they have no idea how to deal with Mama and Papa, so yes, they’re going to be there.
Yes, I’m wearing it, and yes, Mikey knows. That’s how we got to talking about him going to the party in the first place. He freaked out at first, but once I explained it he got it.
Don’t kick Frannie, it’s what we have to do, after all… I’m not happy about it at all, but it is what it is.
Well, so are you, so it all works out.
So, um, I heard Mike was going with you tonight. Do you still want me to come along? I mean, i totally get it if it’s a couple thing and I can just hang out here. I don’t want to step on anyone’s toes, literally or figuratively.
W-what? No, Beebee, no, I need you there…
You’ve been with me for every single one of these parties, and this one is going to be the worst. You and I both know that. You also know that you have more experience with this than Mike does… We’re both going to need you.
It’s never going to happen and Reagan is so awesome and why can’t I just move on like she has? Did you know she’s seeing, or at least sleeping with, some Hufflepuff boy? I don’t know who it is, and it’s probably better that way, but I just… I can’t get her out of my mind except when I’m with Ree. I really like Ree, but I don’t know what to do, Quinnie. I think I’m broken. Only someone who was broken or stupid would still feel all of this for someone who has made it clear they don’t want you, right? How can she not want me? It’s been, like, forever. Shouldn’t I be over this by now?
You’re not stupid, Britts, and you’re not broken, either. Both of you have just lost your way, and that happens sometimes. Trust me, it happened to me and it happened to Mikey, but we got back together, and it wasn’t even for the baby, it was for us. If we can do it, you guys can…
Quinnie, if it was that easy to stop being sad, we’d all do it. I’m bringing you breakfast, and we’re going to sit down and be sad while we eat and then we’re going to curse really loudly and scream and stuff and then we’ll see what we can do about the whole responsible stuff.
Sounds like a plan.
I CAN’T EVEN CONTAIN MY HAPPINESS RIGHT NOW!!!! I WAS STARTING TO THINK I WAS GOING TO HAVE TO LOCK THE TWO OF YOU IN MY CLOSET!!!
Quinn. Quinnie. Quinneth. I can’t… I’m totally crying here. Happy tears. I love you so much! I think I’m going to have to run laps around the castle to wear some of this energy off. Or maybe Reagan can help me burn it off.
Well, now you don’t have to put us in any sort of closet! I’m glad we got it together in time~
I love you too! Do whatever you need to to burn that energy off, just be safe.