Log: Brittany and Quinn.
WHO: Brittany and Quinn
WHAT: After the flash.
WHERE: Quinn’s house.
WHEN: Tuesday, January 17th, 2012. Afternoon.
School had not been normal after the... thing. Whatever it was. No one was paying attention to the teachers and even they were were confused by what had happened. Though, they tried to keep the students calm. After all, that was their job. Some kids left, their parents having come to get them, but Quinn was still in school and she had asked if Brittany wanted to come over to her house after. She was spooked by what happened and she certainly didn’t want to rely on her cousin, Niki, for support.
When they finally made it to Quinn’s house, Quinn checked in on her mother (who had no idea something major happened) and then took Brittany with her to the kitchen. “Want to eat?” she asked as she turned on the television and put the news station on, wanting an answer as to what apparently happened to everyone, though there wasn’t any solid information yet.
Brittany was glad for the company. What she’d seen hadn’t been scary at all - it felt like a really nice daydream, actually - but she was nervous about the fact that it had happened to everyone. What did that even mean? Did everyone at school fall asleep at the same time? How much pixie dust would it take to make that happen? As she pulled up a chair to the kitchen table, she rubbed absently at the bruise on her leg. She knew she was lucky - if she’d fallen on her head instead of just bumping her leg, she might have been really hurt.
“Sure,” she agreed easily. “Do you have any lucky charms, Quinn?” She wanted comfort food, and that was the best kind. She’d pick the marshmallows out and eat them, like she had ever since she was a kid. She wanted to ask about what she’d seen, to see if Quinn had a daydream too, but she didn’t know if they were talking about that or not. So she just smiled and trained her eyes on the television as she waited for Quinn to answer.
"I'm not sure..." Quinn rubbed at the bump on her head. She still didn't know what she hit it on, whether it was the bench or the floor. She moved toward the cabinet and opened it, looking over the cereal choices. She pulled out a box of Lucky Charms, mostly full. Must have been from when Brittany slept over a previous time. She set the box down in front of the other blonde and then moved about to get milk and a bowl. "You want milk and stuff right?" she asked her, stopping at the refrigerator.
“Yay!” Brittany clapped. “Just the box is okay, I’ll pick out the marshmallows.” She saw a picture of the school on television and rushed to turn it up. “Quinn, they’re going to talk about it! Maybe they’ll tell us what happened!” The cereal was forgotten briefly, but by the end of the short sound bite she was only confused. “What...” she shook her head. “I didn’t understand any of that. What was it? Did it happen to more people?”
"Okay." Quinn moved away from the fridge and debated getting something to eat herself, but she wasn't that hungry. She kept thinking about what had been happening when she blacked out. She had been doing something unspeakable. Brittany's words pulled her out of her own thoughts. She looked toward the television, catching some of the news story. "I think so." She brought her gaze to Brittany. "We had a TV on during last period too. It happened everywhere. Not just to us." She frowned slightly. She wanted to ask what Brittany had seen or was doing, if anything, but she didn't. Instead, she looked away.
Brittany frowned. Everywhere? But - how could that be? Everyone knew there was only so much pixie dust to go around, how could the whole world go to sleep at the same time? And did that mean...she took the box of cereal, cradling it against her chest. “Quinn,” she bit her lip, “does that mean everyone had a daydream? Or is it like when you just go to sleep normally, where not everyone has dreams?” She knew she wasn’t making sense. But she was doing the best she could to ask about concepts she didn’t really understand.
"I don't know," Quinn answered. She really didn't, but it was a good question. Did everyone having the same experience that she did? "Did you... When you... were out, like... sleeping or passed out or whatever, did you... did you see yourself doing something? I mean, being somewhere else? Like... in your own body though?" She wasn't sure if her questions were going to confuse Brittany more.
Brittany was excited, and she nearly dropped the box of Lucky Charms in her rush to answer. “Yes!” she bounced on the chair. “Oh wow - it wasn’t just me? That’s...wow. Yeah, I was at dance camp. They even let me be a teacher, because I was leading a class! It was so cool!” She had a green marshmallow, chewing slowly. “What about you, Quinn? What did you see? Were you doing something fun?” It was so neat that Quinn had a daydream too - if the whole world did, how neat would that be?
Quinn was glad to know that they were on the same page. Sort of. Quinn wasn't excited at all about what she had experienced. "Oh. I was... I was at camp too." She paused. "Do you think it's like... something we want?" Though, that didn't make sense. It did for Brittany. She would want to teach a class, but Quinn certainly didn't want to do drugs or whatever. "I mean... why do you think we experienced what we did? What do you think it means?"
“I don’t know,” Brittany was more uncertain now. This was unexplored territory, and she really had no idea how to explain what she thought. “I mean, that’s what dreams are, right? Things you want, or things you’re afraid of? But I’ve never had a dream that felt so...real. Like I was really there. I felt everything that dream me was feeling. I was happy about teaching, and I was so proud of the kids, but there was...I was really sad about something, too. How could a dream have all those feelings in it? I don’t understand that part. But I don’t know what else it could have been.”
"Yeah..." Quinn agreed quietly, lost in her own thoughts for a moment. She had felt pretty terrible in her... whatever it was. And she understood what Brittany meant. She had felt anxious and scared she was going to get caught because she knew she was doing something very wrong. And then she saw the drug and she was suddenly excited and happy and couldn't wait to get it into her system. And those feelings scared her. "But how could everyone just fall asleep at the same time like that?" she asked, not really for Brittany to answer because she was sure the other blonde didn't know.
“Pixie dust,” Brittany nodded. “It’s how I used to fall asleep in the back of the car on the way home from places. But I don’t know how there could be so many pixies all of a sudden. They’re very small, you know. Can you imagine how many millions of them it would take for the whole world? Where did they all come from all of a sudden?”
Quinn only stared at Brittany for a moment. Obviously pixie dust wasn't the answer. "Yeah, maybe." She sat down at the table and sighed. She reached over and took the Luck Charms from Brittany and dumped some on the table. She began to eat the cereal pieces and slid the marshmallows toward Brittany. "I hope they figure out what caused it soon. I mean, for certain. And what it means. Were you planning on going to that camp that you were at again?" She had gone to Christian Bible Camp every summer herself so being there wasn't strange. It had been warm. It had been summer. But was it only a dream? Or did it mean something more?
She loved that Quinn knew her well enough to let her have the marshmallows - that’s why they were such good friends. Quinn always took care of her, like Santana did. Well - maybe not exactly like Santana, but something like that. She popped some in her mouth and smiled as the sugar melted against her teeth. “I hope so too,” she mused. “I mean, everyone can’t keep falling asleep. They need to keep the pixies from doing that again.” She had a few more of the sweet snacks. “I...” she thought for a moment. “I hadn’t really decided yet. I was going to wait and see if Santana was coming along with me. But I wanted to - I mean, a couple weeks of nothing but dance? Best time ever. Do you think that means I’ll go? That I already decided, or something? Was that my brain trying to tell me what to do?”
Quinn focused on eating the cereal pieces and stayed quiet for a moment. She wasn't going to try to tell Brittany that it wasn't pixies that made her fall asleep like that. She was certain that would only lead to questions she didn't have the answers to. "I'm not sure. I mean... I guess it could mean you'll go. Or that it's a good idea to go." But if that's what it was about, the future? Then what did it mean for Quinn? "I was at camp in mine too, but I don't think I'm gonna go to camp this summer though..." Not if it meant doing drugs.
That was a surprise. “But you always go to camp, Quinn! Ever since we were little! I mean - what’s your mom going to say? Did you...” she trailed off, her mind travelling unfamiliar roads. What if everyone’s dream wasn’t good like hers? “Did - did you see something bad, Quinn? When you had your daydream? Is that why you’re not going?” Her voice dropped to a near-whisper. “Do you think it’s all going to come true? I mean, if you’re scared of your dream you must think it’s going to come true, right?”
Again, Quinn focused on the cereal and not on Brittany, but when the other girl asked if she had seen something bad, Quinn finally lifted her gaze to her. "It wasn't good like yours, that's for sure." But she didn't want to say what it was. Kids were talking about what had been happening to them in their little... whatever... and there was no way she could let it get out to the whole school on what she had been doing. "I don't know if it's going to come true or not, but if it was something that's... I don't know... a warning or... anything... well, I don't want to risk it by going to the place where it was going on."
Quinn had a nightmare. That changed everything, Brittany thought. When it was just her and her good dream, she thought maybe people just dreamed about what they wanted. But if bad things happened to, that couldn’t be right. “I guess that makes sense,” she met Quinn’s gaze with confused eyes. “We couldn’t have seen the future, though, right? I mean, I didn’t see a silver car or the scientist guy, so we didn’t go to the future. And my time machine isn’t finished yet, so that can’t be it. So they have to just be dreams.” In her mind, that settled it. “They must be,” she nodded.
Quinn chewed her lip. "I don't know if it was the future... I would hope not. For me, at least. Maybe I'm... There's this story in the Bible, with Joseph, and he has these dreams and he learns from them. He uses these dreams to save Egypt from famine by storing food up and.... anyway, his dreams showed him the future, in a way, and that's how he was able to save Egypt. Maybe... maybe it's the same. And maybe I'm supposed to learn from mine... to... to not do what I saw. And maybe yours is to... to encourage you to go to camp." She frowned. She had no idea if she was making any sense.
Tapping her fingers on the table, Brittany tried to make sense of that. “Maybe,” she said thoughtfully. “So you think it was - God, then? That he - or it, or whatever - is trying to tell us what we should do in the future? Does that happen all the time? I’ve never been told before...”
"It could be God. I mean, I don't see why it couldn't be." And maybe God was warning her. "I don't know if it happens all the time... Especially not all at once to everyone. But... I don't see why it couldn't be God."
Brittany’s usually random thoughts found a loophole in the argument. “But lots of people don’t believe in God. And if they don’t believe in him, or if they believe in different gods like some, uhm, religions do, then why would God tell them anyway? Or did all the different gods do, like, a conference call or something? Ooh, do they share a party line?”
"I don't know, B." Quinn started to munch on some cereal again, becoming distracted. "Good point." She hated not knowing what this all meant. Maybe it was supposed to be meaningless? Maybe it really meant nothing. "I wish I knew why it all happened." She sighed.
“Maybe it doesn’t matter,” Brittany popped a few more pieces of marshmallow into her mouth. “I mean - even if it’s true, if what we saw is some kind of...vision or dream of the future, then does it really matter why it happened? Do we have to know why, or can we just...I don’t know, take the warning or advice or whatever?” She was just throwing ideas out. She didn’t know if they were smart ideas, or good ideas, they were just...ideas.
"Well... that could make sense. As a warning or advice, but what about you? Yours was good. There's nothing to warn or give advice on." Her voice rose slightly in her annoyance that there wasn't an answer. While one answer could apply to Brittany, it didn't apply for her, and vice versa. Quinn pressed her face into her hands and groaned in frustration.
Brittany reached out and rubbed Quinn’s back. “But you said yourself - maybe it was telling me to go to dance camp? I don’t know, though...” she frowned. “It doesn’t seem important enough to be taking advice about...”
Quinn dropped her hands and offered a small smile to Brittany as the other girl had tried to comfort her. She appreciated it. "Unless it's important that you do go to dance camp?" she guessed. She looked away. "I really don't know. This is giving me a headache." Or maybe that was because she hit her head. "I just hope we didn’t see our future." For her own sake.
“I don’t know either,” Brittany shook her head. “But I don’t think we could have seen, like, our actual future. If it hasn’t happened yet, then we couldn’t see it, right? The most it could be is a possible future. That’s why I’ve had so much trouble with my time machine - it’s hard to figure out what the actual future is out of all the possible ones.” She nodded sagely, as if she actually knew what she was saying - mostly, she was pulling it together from old movies.
Well, that confused the shit out of Quinn because Brittany was actually making complete sense right now. The past happened, the future didn't. How could they see something that didn't happen? They could only see what may possibly happen, but nothing in the future could be set in stone, could it? Quinn perked up slightly. "So you think that what we saw might be meaningless? That it may not be anything that is going to happen?"
“Well,” Brittany gnawed on her bottom lip, thinking it over. “If it’s only a possible future, then it can be changed, right? I mean - if I phoned the nice lady that runs the dance camp and told her that I hate her and I’m never coming back, then I wouldn’t be allowed to go even if I wanted to. So then that future couldn’t come true. It couldn’t be the actual future. Right?”
Quinn thought that over slowly and then nodded. "Yeah... Yeah, you're right. I mean, there's lots of ways to change what we saw if it was the future. I could do the same thing, not go to camp." But even if Quinn got out of camp, there was still the drug thing to be concerned about. It wasn't like she was just trying the drugs for the first time at camp. She had been craving them. She remained lost in her thoughts for the moment.
“My head hurts,” Brittany sighed. “Can we go watch a movie or something? Nothing, like, hard to understand,” she thought back to watching that Matrix thing with Santana. “Do you have any My Little Pony? That would be great right about now.”
"Sure," Quinn gave in easily. She actually just want to sleep or something. She really wasn't feeling well. "I don't have that. I have, like, Disney movies or something?" she offered.
“Ooh, if you have The Lion King and you’ll cuddle when the scary parts are on, then I’m totally in.” She nodded enthusiastically.
"Yeah, sounds good." Quinn left the Lucky Charms on the table and led the way out the kitchen. She got the DVD from the living room and took it with her up to her bedroom. She planned to not just wait for the scary parts to cuddle with Brittany. She needed some comfort and cuddle right now and she was pretty sure Brittany would not object to it. She slid off her shoes and climbed onto the bed.
“Oh, good,” Brittany gave a relieved sigh. She really wanted Quinn’s comforting presence, and the movie was one of her all time favorites. Especially Timon and Pumbaa, they made her laugh when she was having a bad day. She’d cry when Mufasa died, but she was sure Quinn would take care of her. Taking off her own shoes, she joined Quinn on the bed with a satisfied smile. “Much better,” she nodded.
Quinn smiled at her and glanced at the movie before scooting in towards Brittany. She cuddled into her and slipped her arm over Brittany's waist. This might be unusual for Quinn to do, but right now, she didn't care. She didn't really have anyone who would take care of her if she was upset, but she knew Brittany wouldn't shy away or tell her to suck it up.
Contact was exactly what Brittany needed just then. And the fact that it was one of her best friends in all the world just made it better. It had been a scary day, filled with things she didn’t really understand, and the knowledge that she could share it with a friend was as comforting as snuggling under a warm blanket with Lord Tubbs. She just wanted to watch the movie, cuddle with her friend, and ignore everything else. It seemed like the easiest solution to all of life’s problems.
Quinn let her head rest against Brittany and kept her focus on the television, though she wasn't paying attention. She had seen the movie plenty of times anyway, so it didn't really matter. "Thanks for coming over, B," Quinn said softly. She would have been a wreck to have dealt with this alone.
“You’re totally welcome,” Brittany smiled, even though Quinn couldn’t see it. “You’re my friend, Quinn - I’ll always come over. And thank you for inviting me - today was really scary. I’m glad we could be here together.” The only thing better was if they could have been together without all the scary stuff.
WHAT: After the flash.
WHERE: Quinn’s house.
WHEN: Tuesday, January 17th, 2012. Afternoon.
School had not been normal after the... thing. Whatever it was. No one was paying attention to the teachers and even they were were confused by what had happened. Though, they tried to keep the students calm. After all, that was their job. Some kids left, their parents having come to get them, but Quinn was still in school and she had asked if Brittany wanted to come over to her house after. She was spooked by what happened and she certainly didn’t want to rely on her cousin, Niki, for support.
When they finally made it to Quinn’s house, Quinn checked in on her mother (who had no idea something major happened) and then took Brittany with her to the kitchen. “Want to eat?” she asked as she turned on the television and put the news station on, wanting an answer as to what apparently happened to everyone, though there wasn’t any solid information yet.
Brittany was glad for the company. What she’d seen hadn’t been scary at all - it felt like a really nice daydream, actually - but she was nervous about the fact that it had happened to everyone. What did that even mean? Did everyone at school fall asleep at the same time? How much pixie dust would it take to make that happen? As she pulled up a chair to the kitchen table, she rubbed absently at the bruise on her leg. She knew she was lucky - if she’d fallen on her head instead of just bumping her leg, she might have been really hurt.
“Sure,” she agreed easily. “Do you have any lucky charms, Quinn?” She wanted comfort food, and that was the best kind. She’d pick the marshmallows out and eat them, like she had ever since she was a kid. She wanted to ask about what she’d seen, to see if Quinn had a daydream too, but she didn’t know if they were talking about that or not. So she just smiled and trained her eyes on the television as she waited for Quinn to answer.
"I'm not sure..." Quinn rubbed at the bump on her head. She still didn't know what she hit it on, whether it was the bench or the floor. She moved toward the cabinet and opened it, looking over the cereal choices. She pulled out a box of Lucky Charms, mostly full. Must have been from when Brittany slept over a previous time. She set the box down in front of the other blonde and then moved about to get milk and a bowl. "You want milk and stuff right?" she asked her, stopping at the refrigerator.
“Yay!” Brittany clapped. “Just the box is okay, I’ll pick out the marshmallows.” She saw a picture of the school on television and rushed to turn it up. “Quinn, they’re going to talk about it! Maybe they’ll tell us what happened!” The cereal was forgotten briefly, but by the end of the short sound bite she was only confused. “What...” she shook her head. “I didn’t understand any of that. What was it? Did it happen to more people?”
"Okay." Quinn moved away from the fridge and debated getting something to eat herself, but she wasn't that hungry. She kept thinking about what had been happening when she blacked out. She had been doing something unspeakable. Brittany's words pulled her out of her own thoughts. She looked toward the television, catching some of the news story. "I think so." She brought her gaze to Brittany. "We had a TV on during last period too. It happened everywhere. Not just to us." She frowned slightly. She wanted to ask what Brittany had seen or was doing, if anything, but she didn't. Instead, she looked away.
Brittany frowned. Everywhere? But - how could that be? Everyone knew there was only so much pixie dust to go around, how could the whole world go to sleep at the same time? And did that mean...she took the box of cereal, cradling it against her chest. “Quinn,” she bit her lip, “does that mean everyone had a daydream? Or is it like when you just go to sleep normally, where not everyone has dreams?” She knew she wasn’t making sense. But she was doing the best she could to ask about concepts she didn’t really understand.
"I don't know," Quinn answered. She really didn't, but it was a good question. Did everyone having the same experience that she did? "Did you... When you... were out, like... sleeping or passed out or whatever, did you... did you see yourself doing something? I mean, being somewhere else? Like... in your own body though?" She wasn't sure if her questions were going to confuse Brittany more.
Brittany was excited, and she nearly dropped the box of Lucky Charms in her rush to answer. “Yes!” she bounced on the chair. “Oh wow - it wasn’t just me? That’s...wow. Yeah, I was at dance camp. They even let me be a teacher, because I was leading a class! It was so cool!” She had a green marshmallow, chewing slowly. “What about you, Quinn? What did you see? Were you doing something fun?” It was so neat that Quinn had a daydream too - if the whole world did, how neat would that be?
Quinn was glad to know that they were on the same page. Sort of. Quinn wasn't excited at all about what she had experienced. "Oh. I was... I was at camp too." She paused. "Do you think it's like... something we want?" Though, that didn't make sense. It did for Brittany. She would want to teach a class, but Quinn certainly didn't want to do drugs or whatever. "I mean... why do you think we experienced what we did? What do you think it means?"
“I don’t know,” Brittany was more uncertain now. This was unexplored territory, and she really had no idea how to explain what she thought. “I mean, that’s what dreams are, right? Things you want, or things you’re afraid of? But I’ve never had a dream that felt so...real. Like I was really there. I felt everything that dream me was feeling. I was happy about teaching, and I was so proud of the kids, but there was...I was really sad about something, too. How could a dream have all those feelings in it? I don’t understand that part. But I don’t know what else it could have been.”
"Yeah..." Quinn agreed quietly, lost in her own thoughts for a moment. She had felt pretty terrible in her... whatever it was. And she understood what Brittany meant. She had felt anxious and scared she was going to get caught because she knew she was doing something very wrong. And then she saw the drug and she was suddenly excited and happy and couldn't wait to get it into her system. And those feelings scared her. "But how could everyone just fall asleep at the same time like that?" she asked, not really for Brittany to answer because she was sure the other blonde didn't know.
“Pixie dust,” Brittany nodded. “It’s how I used to fall asleep in the back of the car on the way home from places. But I don’t know how there could be so many pixies all of a sudden. They’re very small, you know. Can you imagine how many millions of them it would take for the whole world? Where did they all come from all of a sudden?”
Quinn only stared at Brittany for a moment. Obviously pixie dust wasn't the answer. "Yeah, maybe." She sat down at the table and sighed. She reached over and took the Luck Charms from Brittany and dumped some on the table. She began to eat the cereal pieces and slid the marshmallows toward Brittany. "I hope they figure out what caused it soon. I mean, for certain. And what it means. Were you planning on going to that camp that you were at again?" She had gone to Christian Bible Camp every summer herself so being there wasn't strange. It had been warm. It had been summer. But was it only a dream? Or did it mean something more?
She loved that Quinn knew her well enough to let her have the marshmallows - that’s why they were such good friends. Quinn always took care of her, like Santana did. Well - maybe not exactly like Santana, but something like that. She popped some in her mouth and smiled as the sugar melted against her teeth. “I hope so too,” she mused. “I mean, everyone can’t keep falling asleep. They need to keep the pixies from doing that again.” She had a few more of the sweet snacks. “I...” she thought for a moment. “I hadn’t really decided yet. I was going to wait and see if Santana was coming along with me. But I wanted to - I mean, a couple weeks of nothing but dance? Best time ever. Do you think that means I’ll go? That I already decided, or something? Was that my brain trying to tell me what to do?”
Quinn focused on eating the cereal pieces and stayed quiet for a moment. She wasn't going to try to tell Brittany that it wasn't pixies that made her fall asleep like that. She was certain that would only lead to questions she didn't have the answers to. "I'm not sure. I mean... I guess it could mean you'll go. Or that it's a good idea to go." But if that's what it was about, the future? Then what did it mean for Quinn? "I was at camp in mine too, but I don't think I'm gonna go to camp this summer though..." Not if it meant doing drugs.
That was a surprise. “But you always go to camp, Quinn! Ever since we were little! I mean - what’s your mom going to say? Did you...” she trailed off, her mind travelling unfamiliar roads. What if everyone’s dream wasn’t good like hers? “Did - did you see something bad, Quinn? When you had your daydream? Is that why you’re not going?” Her voice dropped to a near-whisper. “Do you think it’s all going to come true? I mean, if you’re scared of your dream you must think it’s going to come true, right?”
Again, Quinn focused on the cereal and not on Brittany, but when the other girl asked if she had seen something bad, Quinn finally lifted her gaze to her. "It wasn't good like yours, that's for sure." But she didn't want to say what it was. Kids were talking about what had been happening to them in their little... whatever... and there was no way she could let it get out to the whole school on what she had been doing. "I don't know if it's going to come true or not, but if it was something that's... I don't know... a warning or... anything... well, I don't want to risk it by going to the place where it was going on."
Quinn had a nightmare. That changed everything, Brittany thought. When it was just her and her good dream, she thought maybe people just dreamed about what they wanted. But if bad things happened to, that couldn’t be right. “I guess that makes sense,” she met Quinn’s gaze with confused eyes. “We couldn’t have seen the future, though, right? I mean, I didn’t see a silver car or the scientist guy, so we didn’t go to the future. And my time machine isn’t finished yet, so that can’t be it. So they have to just be dreams.” In her mind, that settled it. “They must be,” she nodded.
Quinn chewed her lip. "I don't know if it was the future... I would hope not. For me, at least. Maybe I'm... There's this story in the Bible, with Joseph, and he has these dreams and he learns from them. He uses these dreams to save Egypt from famine by storing food up and.... anyway, his dreams showed him the future, in a way, and that's how he was able to save Egypt. Maybe... maybe it's the same. And maybe I'm supposed to learn from mine... to... to not do what I saw. And maybe yours is to... to encourage you to go to camp." She frowned. She had no idea if she was making any sense.
Tapping her fingers on the table, Brittany tried to make sense of that. “Maybe,” she said thoughtfully. “So you think it was - God, then? That he - or it, or whatever - is trying to tell us what we should do in the future? Does that happen all the time? I’ve never been told before...”
"It could be God. I mean, I don't see why it couldn't be." And maybe God was warning her. "I don't know if it happens all the time... Especially not all at once to everyone. But... I don't see why it couldn't be God."
Brittany’s usually random thoughts found a loophole in the argument. “But lots of people don’t believe in God. And if they don’t believe in him, or if they believe in different gods like some, uhm, religions do, then why would God tell them anyway? Or did all the different gods do, like, a conference call or something? Ooh, do they share a party line?”
"I don't know, B." Quinn started to munch on some cereal again, becoming distracted. "Good point." She hated not knowing what this all meant. Maybe it was supposed to be meaningless? Maybe it really meant nothing. "I wish I knew why it all happened." She sighed.
“Maybe it doesn’t matter,” Brittany popped a few more pieces of marshmallow into her mouth. “I mean - even if it’s true, if what we saw is some kind of...vision or dream of the future, then does it really matter why it happened? Do we have to know why, or can we just...I don’t know, take the warning or advice or whatever?” She was just throwing ideas out. She didn’t know if they were smart ideas, or good ideas, they were just...ideas.
"Well... that could make sense. As a warning or advice, but what about you? Yours was good. There's nothing to warn or give advice on." Her voice rose slightly in her annoyance that there wasn't an answer. While one answer could apply to Brittany, it didn't apply for her, and vice versa. Quinn pressed her face into her hands and groaned in frustration.
Brittany reached out and rubbed Quinn’s back. “But you said yourself - maybe it was telling me to go to dance camp? I don’t know, though...” she frowned. “It doesn’t seem important enough to be taking advice about...”
Quinn dropped her hands and offered a small smile to Brittany as the other girl had tried to comfort her. She appreciated it. "Unless it's important that you do go to dance camp?" she guessed. She looked away. "I really don't know. This is giving me a headache." Or maybe that was because she hit her head. "I just hope we didn’t see our future." For her own sake.
“I don’t know either,” Brittany shook her head. “But I don’t think we could have seen, like, our actual future. If it hasn’t happened yet, then we couldn’t see it, right? The most it could be is a possible future. That’s why I’ve had so much trouble with my time machine - it’s hard to figure out what the actual future is out of all the possible ones.” She nodded sagely, as if she actually knew what she was saying - mostly, she was pulling it together from old movies.
Well, that confused the shit out of Quinn because Brittany was actually making complete sense right now. The past happened, the future didn't. How could they see something that didn't happen? They could only see what may possibly happen, but nothing in the future could be set in stone, could it? Quinn perked up slightly. "So you think that what we saw might be meaningless? That it may not be anything that is going to happen?"
“Well,” Brittany gnawed on her bottom lip, thinking it over. “If it’s only a possible future, then it can be changed, right? I mean - if I phoned the nice lady that runs the dance camp and told her that I hate her and I’m never coming back, then I wouldn’t be allowed to go even if I wanted to. So then that future couldn’t come true. It couldn’t be the actual future. Right?”
Quinn thought that over slowly and then nodded. "Yeah... Yeah, you're right. I mean, there's lots of ways to change what we saw if it was the future. I could do the same thing, not go to camp." But even if Quinn got out of camp, there was still the drug thing to be concerned about. It wasn't like she was just trying the drugs for the first time at camp. She had been craving them. She remained lost in her thoughts for the moment.
“My head hurts,” Brittany sighed. “Can we go watch a movie or something? Nothing, like, hard to understand,” she thought back to watching that Matrix thing with Santana. “Do you have any My Little Pony? That would be great right about now.”
"Sure," Quinn gave in easily. She actually just want to sleep or something. She really wasn't feeling well. "I don't have that. I have, like, Disney movies or something?" she offered.
“Ooh, if you have The Lion King and you’ll cuddle when the scary parts are on, then I’m totally in.” She nodded enthusiastically.
"Yeah, sounds good." Quinn left the Lucky Charms on the table and led the way out the kitchen. She got the DVD from the living room and took it with her up to her bedroom. She planned to not just wait for the scary parts to cuddle with Brittany. She needed some comfort and cuddle right now and she was pretty sure Brittany would not object to it. She slid off her shoes and climbed onto the bed.
“Oh, good,” Brittany gave a relieved sigh. She really wanted Quinn’s comforting presence, and the movie was one of her all time favorites. Especially Timon and Pumbaa, they made her laugh when she was having a bad day. She’d cry when Mufasa died, but she was sure Quinn would take care of her. Taking off her own shoes, she joined Quinn on the bed with a satisfied smile. “Much better,” she nodded.
Quinn smiled at her and glanced at the movie before scooting in towards Brittany. She cuddled into her and slipped her arm over Brittany's waist. This might be unusual for Quinn to do, but right now, she didn't care. She didn't really have anyone who would take care of her if she was upset, but she knew Brittany wouldn't shy away or tell her to suck it up.
Contact was exactly what Brittany needed just then. And the fact that it was one of her best friends in all the world just made it better. It had been a scary day, filled with things she didn’t really understand, and the knowledge that she could share it with a friend was as comforting as snuggling under a warm blanket with Lord Tubbs. She just wanted to watch the movie, cuddle with her friend, and ignore everything else. It seemed like the easiest solution to all of life’s problems.
Quinn let her head rest against Brittany and kept her focus on the television, though she wasn't paying attention. She had seen the movie plenty of times anyway, so it didn't really matter. "Thanks for coming over, B," Quinn said softly. She would have been a wreck to have dealt with this alone.
“You’re totally welcome,” Brittany smiled, even though Quinn couldn’t see it. “You’re my friend, Quinn - I’ll always come over. And thank you for inviting me - today was really scary. I’m glad we could be here together.” The only thing better was if they could have been together without all the scary stuff.