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balladinthehat (balladinthehat) wrote in wariscoming,

If there was one thing being a cheerleader at McKinley prepared you for it was dropping ten pounds in three days while miraculously retaining the ability to hoist an entire human-being into the air with the strength of your arms. If there was anything else it prepared you for it was ignoring unimportant people and so when she heard Quinn's voice Brittany turned away from the confused pedestrian she'd accosted for directions as if they had simply ceased to exist and bounded towards her friend. Santana was usually the one who told Brittany things like where the gym was or which hand was her left, before she'd gotten pregnant Quinn was always really busy being head of everything and now she was usually doing pregnant people stuff, but she would still know what to do.

"I didn't take any of my antibiotics?" she said, her voice rising disconcertingly into a question, "But I still don't really know where I am?" She paused and considered Quinn's suggestion. Finn and Puck wouldn't know where the gym was any more than Quinn would they? They didn't even dance, or at least Finn didn't. Puck probably danced. People who were good at sex were good at dancing and the other way around too. So why couldn't Quinn just show her? Then a thought occurred to her and she widened her eyes and lowered her voice, directing it as far away from Quinn's stomach as she could, up into the air above her head, "Quinn," she whispered, "does your baby ever steal your thoughts? For food?"