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Quinn Fabray can kill you with her crazy eyes (overthebra) wrote in wariscoming,

Quinn had not yet gotten to the point where walking was becoming an issue though she knew that Puck wouldn't approve of her doing it alone. He'd started to see her as some kind of fragile thing that he was scared to act in any way wrong around. Though she was fine with that too. She'd keep him like that for as long as she could possibly manage since he was the one that had done this to her. She'd decided however that she could manage to go to the shops a little ways from the Complex on her own and pick up a few things she'd been craving with the money Puck had started making for them. He had, to his credit, stepped up to be the father to their baby she'd never believed him possible of being. She had her amulet round her neck, tucked inside her clothing and had told people where she was going so she'd done everything right.

Crossing the street though she heard the familiar voice before she saw the blonde girl that had been one of her best friends back at McKinley. She wasn't sure how Brittany would cope with this world or the crazy she'd just dropped into but there was no way Quinn was leaving her to it. This was her friend. "Brittany?" she called moving as quickly as she could manage across the street and toward the girl, the overheard question about the gym making her smile slightly. She was worried about being late for practice. Quinn understood the feeling completely.

"You're actually not near the gym at all" she told her wondering how to do the explaining. She'd never had to do the explaining and wasn't sure where to start. "I can bring you to where Finn and Puck are and we can all talk though, explain things?" There. That's what she'd do. Foist the crazy explainations off on them.