Log: Brittany and Quinn.
WHO: Brittany and Quinn.
WHAT: Making up.
WHERE: Rich’s Golf and Play.
WHEN: Tuesday, March 6th, 2012. Evening.
Quinn’s mother dropped them off at Rich’s. Quinn was treating Brittany to mini golf, any arcade games she wanted, as well as ice cream. Maybe she had overreacted before and if she could deal with living with gay Niki, then she guessed she could deal with one of her closest friends being gay as well. She led the way inside and looked to Brittany. “What do you wanna do first? Mini golf, games, or ice cream?”
Brittany hadn’t been entirely sure about going out. As much as she hated to seem pathetic and vulnerable, Quinn had really hurt her. But she seemed genuinely willing to make amends, and Brittany had always been taught not to hold grudges. So she’d put on her best smile, and gone along with her friend to Rich’s, which was a pretty awesome place. Her smile when they pulled up in front was borne of genuine excitement, and once they’d gotten out of the car she was back to her usual bouncy self. “Let’s golf first,” she grinned. “It’s harder to play golf after eating ice cream.” She fully intended to stuff herself, and it would feel gross to mini golf after that.
Quinn had definitely noticed that Brittany hadn't been her usual happy self, but when they got to Rich's, she seemed a lot better, which was good. Quinn wasn't so great with making people feel a lot better. She nodded and smiled. "Sounds good." Quinn led them over to the window and paid for them to play. She handed off one of the golf clubs to Brittany and then moved over toward the selection of colored balls. "What color ball do you want?" she asked and looked over at the taller blonde.
Accepting the club, Brittany looked over the balls and thought hard about her choice. It was an important one - some colors were easier to shoot than others, even if Santana told her she was just making that up. “Purple,” she nodded decisively, picking one up. “What color are you going to get?”
A relieved look came across Quinn's face when Brittany picked purple. She always chose the pink one and she was worried that was the one that Britt was going to pick. She snatched up a pink ball. "Pink." She smiled and led the way to the indoor mini golf course. "You can go first," she said as they stepped up to the first hole. The indoor course only had eight holes, the outside one had about twice that amount, but it was closed during the winter months.
Pink and purple were both good colors, so Brittany knew she might have a challenge on her hands. Following Quinn to the course, she rolled her ball in her hand and tried to figure out the weight of it. It was important to do that before she started playing - just one of the many ways she got ready for a round of mini golf. “Thanks,” she grinned. The first hole was a good one - it had that rotating fan blade that you had to get your ball through. Santana had once hit the fan with her club and swore at it, and nearly got banned from the course. Lining up her shot, Brittany took a deep breath and swung her club softly, her ball heading straight down the fairway and ducking perfectly through the spinning blades to emerge on the other side - only an inch from the hole. “Your turn!” she smiled excitedly.
Quinn's jaw dropped slightly as she watched Brittany's ball move nearly perfect through the course. "Wow, B, you're really good at mini-golf." Quinn had no idea. They never really went mini-golfing together. She placed the ball down and tried to time out hitting the ball with getting it through the spinning blades. She hit the ball and it tapped a blade and barely made it through them. She was still a good few feet from the hole. She frowned slightly and headed down towards the hole. "I guess I should be glad I made it through there."
She blushed crimson at the compliment. “Thank you! I love it - you just have to memorize how the shots work, and then it’s super easy. It’s like dancing that way - if you move the same way every time, then the same thing will always happen.” She watched Quinn’s shot, gasping as it hit the blade but cheering a little as it slipped through. “It was still a good shot,” she smiled. “You did great.” Spinning her club in one hand, she made her way to her ball and tapped it in. “Two shots for me,” she announced, since Quinn had the score card.
"That makes a lot of sense." Sometimes, Brittany really did know what she was talking about. Quinn marked down two for Brittany, which was the par. She missed the hole on her shot, but got it in with a three. As they moved to the next hole, Quinn glanced at Brittany before recording the number down. "B, can I ask you something?" she asked, looking to her again.
A three wasn’t bad at all, and Quinn was very much still in the game as they approached the second hole. “Of course,” she nodded at Quinn’s question. “You can ask me anything you want - we’re friends.” She had no idea what Quinn wanted to ask, but she’d answer it if she could.
"How... how long have you known you liked girls?" Quinn watched Brittany, wanting an honest answer. She wasn't being judgmental, but she was curious and wanted to understand all of this.
Oh. She hadn’t expected that. “Since...a year or two, I guess? I was really confused when all the girls I knew started getting all crazy about boys. I just didn’t get it. I thought maybe I would when I got older. That I was just too young or something. But then I started...I don’t know. Seeing girls. And I started to get what the other girls talked about with boys, you know? I dreamed about them, and I felt...stuff about them. It still took me a while to figure it all out.”
Quinn nodded a little as Brittany spoke. She still didn't know if it was right or if Brittany was mistaken, but she did seem pretty sure of herself, like Santana had said. "So you feel about girls like I feel, I mean, felt about Grayson." She chewed her lip. "Have you kissed a girl or... like, made out or anything?"
Brittany wouldn’t have even known the phrase, but she knew it was a loaded question. She had to be incredibly careful how she answered this, or she’d end up telling Santana’s secrets. And if that happened, she’d never forgive herself. “Yeah, exactly. And I’ve...yeah, I’ve kissed another girl. Made out a couple of times, I guess.”
"Oh, so, like, you really are sure, then?" Quinn asked her and felt a slight blush crawling to her cheeks. "You, um, should probably go." She nodded toward the second hole. There wasn't anyone else coming out there to play yet, but it was only a matter of time.
“Yeah,” she nodded agreeably. “I’m really sure.” She wasn’t sure why Quinn was blushing, but at least she didn’t seem upset about the idea of her being gay anymore. “Yeah, probably,” she nodded, setting up her ball for the next shot. The second hole was a bit more annoying - one of those shots where you had to get the ball up a hill and into one hole that led to the second part of the shot. You couldn’t hit it too hard, or it would roll back down. You couldn’t hit it too softly, or it would roll back down. And you couldn’t miss the hole - or else, it would roll back down. She licked her lips as she stared down the length of her putter, pulling it back and stroking the ball perfectly up the hill. “Yay!” she clapped. She still had another putt to make to finish it off, but that was a good start.
"Is it like the same, kissing a girl as it is kissing a guy?" she said but wouldn't look at her. She was curious, but she still didn't quite get it, but she figured that was because she wasn't attracted to girls. "Good job, B," Quinn told her and smiled a little. She placed her ball down and hit it, not hard enough, and it came rolling back down. "Damn."
“I haven’t really kissed guys,” Brittany bit her lip. “I think it’d be kind of the same, but girls’ lips are - soft. They taste good. And there’s no, like, scratchy beard hair or anything like there can be with guys.” She frowned. “It’s kind of hard to describe.” She watched Quinn’s shot and groaned when the ball came rolling back toward them. “Aw - go again,” she prompted. “We won’t even count that one.”
"Oh, yeah.... I guess that sort of makes sense," Quinn commented. She didn't know why she was curious, but she decided to drop it now. She stopped the ball and smiled at Brittany. "Thanks." She hit it again, too hard, and it bounced off the top and came rolling back down again. She groaned with frustration. "Why don't you finish and then I'll try to go again?" she suggested.
Brittany tried to stifle a giggle as Quinn’s shot came back to her again. It was rare that she was better at anything, and Quinn’s frustrated groan was actually pretty cute. “Sure,” she agreed, moving around to drain her putt with a single calculated shot. “Done!” she called. “You can just drop it over here if you want, instead of wasting all your shots on the first half!”
Quinn wrote down another two for Brittany and then lined up her shot again. "No, that's cheating." She managed a six, which wasn't that great, and Brittany was definitely in the lead now. "I didn't know you were so good at mini-golf," she commented as they headed to the next hole.
“Well, it’s only cheating if someone sees you,” Brittany giggled. She waited patiently as Quinn finished up, though, already sizing up the next hole. “Well,” she blushed, “I don’t like to brag about stuff. But mini golf is fun, and I come out here lots. I like to bring my sister - she’s already getting good at it.”
“You’re a good big sister,” Quinn told her, a little distracted as she looked at the next hole. It was one where the ball went upside down around a metal loop. Quinn glanced at Brittany. She really did think she was a good big sister. Quinn’s sister mostly just ignored her.
“Aww, thank you,” Brittany smiled. “I try my best.” She looked over the hole, trying to judge the distance. “Did you wanna go first this time?” She loved this hole - it was a perfect challenge. But she’d gone first on the last couple, so she could let Quinn take a turn this time.
"Uh... sure." Quinn placed her ball down and eyed up the course. She wanted to be sure to hit the ball hard enough so it went around the loop. She took aim and hit the ball, definitely too hard, and it zipped around the loop and went towards the hole, going past it and hitting the ledge behind, which sent it out of the course. Quinn hurried down to grab the ball before it could roll away completely. She looked back towards Brittany. "Okay, you can just go."
“Oh no!” Brittany gasped as the ball jumped off the hole and began to roll away. “That sucks - you totally had it, too, just a little too hard.” She was starting to feel bad for being good at the game. She didn’t want to fake being bad at it though, either, since that was just lying. So she nodded and set up her own ball, licking her lips and wiggling her hips as she lined up her shot. With a careful stroke of the ball, it sailed through the loop and came out the other side with just enough momentum to sink it in the hole. Hole in one shots were rare for her, and she couldn’t help her grin.
Quinn wished she was better at mini golf because she really hated being bad at things and losing, but Brittany doing so well did make her feel a little better about it all, especially since this was all about making up with Brittany and what could be better than Britt beating her at mini golf? Quinn cheered as Brittany got a hole in one. "That was awesome," she told her and marked it down on the scorecard.
The shorter blonde placed her ball back down where it had left the course. She ended up with a three. As they continued through the course, their game pretty much followed the same path of Brittany's great scores followed by Quinn's okay ones. By the end of the course, it was obvious Brittany had won.
Brittany grinned and blushed at the compliment. She happily played through the rest of the course, their strife forgotten in favor of having fun. She’d always been pretty forgiving, and when it came to her friends, she was even moreso. “Did you want to get some ice cream now?” she asked excitedly as they returned their clubs. She’d be okay playing games too, but ice cream sounded really good. She was having a much better day now.
"Yes, sounds good," Quinn replied as she returned her club. She led the way toward the snack bar. There were lots of ice cream choices. She glanced at Brittany and then looked up at the menu. "Hm... What are you going to get?" she asked.
Looking over each of the flavors carefully, she scratched her chin. “Well, they all sound really good. But I think I’m going to get pistachio. With sprinkles.” She nodded. She may have been indecisive sometimes, but once she made a choice she didn’t go back on it. “How about you?”
Quinn didn't think she ever had pistachio, but she wasn't about to try it. "Sounds good to me. Do you want rainbow or chocolate sprinkles?" Quinn moved toward the counter. "I think I'm just going to get vanilla." She wanted the least amount of calories possible.
“Rainbow,” she replied immediately. Rainbow was the right answer to pretty much every question. Especially when it came to candy and sprinkles and things like that. “Vanilla is yummy too,” she nodded. “Especially with some of that candy marshmallow stuff on it!” Ice cream was a treat, after all. It should be as gross and sweet as possible.
Quinn stepped up to the counter and ordered both their ice creams, her vanilla remaining plain, and then paid for them. "I haven't had that marshmallow stuff in years," she commented. Though she remembered it was delicious. She took their ice creams and headed over to a table, setting Brittany's down for her before taking a seat.
“I don’t know how you’ve lived that long without having it!” Brittany grinned. “I can totally eat it out of the jar. I mean, I don’t as much now that Coach makes us run if she finds out, but I still can.” She indicated her ice cream. “Thanks, Quinn. And not just for the ice cream. Thanks for...trying to fix this.”
Quinn shrugged and ate a little of her ice cream. "If I don't think about it, I don't really miss it." She found that worked with most foods she didn't really eat anymore because she didn't want to get fat again. "You're welcome." She paused. "I missed you and... I mean, I like being friends with you. I don't want to end our friendship over something like that." While she was mean to other gay kids, she could let it slide with Brittany.
“Hmm - I guess that would work,” Brittany bit her lip. “I think I’d still miss it, though.” She had a bite of her ice cream, using her tongue to clean sprinkles off her top lip. “I missed you too,” she confessed in a small voice. “I really didn’t want to stop being friends, especially because of that.” She really was grateful for Quinn’s building a bridge.
“Well, you don’t need to try it, B, you’re a stick,” Quinn told her with a slight smile. She ate a bit more of her ice cream. “That’s not gonna come between us. I’m sorry I, like, acted like that. I just... wasn’t expecting it.” She ran her tongue over her lips. “We... are we okay now?”
“I’m more of a plank.” The joke made no sense, but for some reason Brittany found it amused her anyway. “And it’s okay, really. I don’t want to stay mad. If you’re okay with it, then we are totally okay. You’re my friend, and I’ll always forgive you if you say you’re sorry.”
Quinn was confused for a moment and then laughed. She nodded. "Yeah, okay." She chewed her bottom lip. "I'm trying... um, yeah. Like, yeah, it's okay." She smiled a little. "Good. Because I am sorry I hurt you."
“I know you are - and I really like you for it. Because I know I surprised you, and I know that you weren’t okay. But I’m glad you’re trying for me.” She listened to Quinn’s apology and nodded. “Then you’re totally forgiven.
Quinn smiled. She was really lucky to have a friend like Brittany. She didn't even really deserve to have someone like her as a friend. "Thanks, B." She continued eating her ice cream. She was feeling so much better.
“Of course,” Brittany nodded. She gave Quinn a smile, turning her attention back to her ice cream and eating a few more sprinkles off the edge of her spoon.
WHAT: Making up.
WHERE: Rich’s Golf and Play.
WHEN: Tuesday, March 6th, 2012. Evening.
Quinn’s mother dropped them off at Rich’s. Quinn was treating Brittany to mini golf, any arcade games she wanted, as well as ice cream. Maybe she had overreacted before and if she could deal with living with gay Niki, then she guessed she could deal with one of her closest friends being gay as well. She led the way inside and looked to Brittany. “What do you wanna do first? Mini golf, games, or ice cream?”
Brittany hadn’t been entirely sure about going out. As much as she hated to seem pathetic and vulnerable, Quinn had really hurt her. But she seemed genuinely willing to make amends, and Brittany had always been taught not to hold grudges. So she’d put on her best smile, and gone along with her friend to Rich’s, which was a pretty awesome place. Her smile when they pulled up in front was borne of genuine excitement, and once they’d gotten out of the car she was back to her usual bouncy self. “Let’s golf first,” she grinned. “It’s harder to play golf after eating ice cream.” She fully intended to stuff herself, and it would feel gross to mini golf after that.
Quinn had definitely noticed that Brittany hadn't been her usual happy self, but when they got to Rich's, she seemed a lot better, which was good. Quinn wasn't so great with making people feel a lot better. She nodded and smiled. "Sounds good." Quinn led them over to the window and paid for them to play. She handed off one of the golf clubs to Brittany and then moved over toward the selection of colored balls. "What color ball do you want?" she asked and looked over at the taller blonde.
Accepting the club, Brittany looked over the balls and thought hard about her choice. It was an important one - some colors were easier to shoot than others, even if Santana told her she was just making that up. “Purple,” she nodded decisively, picking one up. “What color are you going to get?”
A relieved look came across Quinn's face when Brittany picked purple. She always chose the pink one and she was worried that was the one that Britt was going to pick. She snatched up a pink ball. "Pink." She smiled and led the way to the indoor mini golf course. "You can go first," she said as they stepped up to the first hole. The indoor course only had eight holes, the outside one had about twice that amount, but it was closed during the winter months.
Pink and purple were both good colors, so Brittany knew she might have a challenge on her hands. Following Quinn to the course, she rolled her ball in her hand and tried to figure out the weight of it. It was important to do that before she started playing - just one of the many ways she got ready for a round of mini golf. “Thanks,” she grinned. The first hole was a good one - it had that rotating fan blade that you had to get your ball through. Santana had once hit the fan with her club and swore at it, and nearly got banned from the course. Lining up her shot, Brittany took a deep breath and swung her club softly, her ball heading straight down the fairway and ducking perfectly through the spinning blades to emerge on the other side - only an inch from the hole. “Your turn!” she smiled excitedly.
Quinn's jaw dropped slightly as she watched Brittany's ball move nearly perfect through the course. "Wow, B, you're really good at mini-golf." Quinn had no idea. They never really went mini-golfing together. She placed the ball down and tried to time out hitting the ball with getting it through the spinning blades. She hit the ball and it tapped a blade and barely made it through them. She was still a good few feet from the hole. She frowned slightly and headed down towards the hole. "I guess I should be glad I made it through there."
She blushed crimson at the compliment. “Thank you! I love it - you just have to memorize how the shots work, and then it’s super easy. It’s like dancing that way - if you move the same way every time, then the same thing will always happen.” She watched Quinn’s shot, gasping as it hit the blade but cheering a little as it slipped through. “It was still a good shot,” she smiled. “You did great.” Spinning her club in one hand, she made her way to her ball and tapped it in. “Two shots for me,” she announced, since Quinn had the score card.
"That makes a lot of sense." Sometimes, Brittany really did know what she was talking about. Quinn marked down two for Brittany, which was the par. She missed the hole on her shot, but got it in with a three. As they moved to the next hole, Quinn glanced at Brittany before recording the number down. "B, can I ask you something?" she asked, looking to her again.
A three wasn’t bad at all, and Quinn was very much still in the game as they approached the second hole. “Of course,” she nodded at Quinn’s question. “You can ask me anything you want - we’re friends.” She had no idea what Quinn wanted to ask, but she’d answer it if she could.
"How... how long have you known you liked girls?" Quinn watched Brittany, wanting an honest answer. She wasn't being judgmental, but she was curious and wanted to understand all of this.
Oh. She hadn’t expected that. “Since...a year or two, I guess? I was really confused when all the girls I knew started getting all crazy about boys. I just didn’t get it. I thought maybe I would when I got older. That I was just too young or something. But then I started...I don’t know. Seeing girls. And I started to get what the other girls talked about with boys, you know? I dreamed about them, and I felt...stuff about them. It still took me a while to figure it all out.”
Quinn nodded a little as Brittany spoke. She still didn't know if it was right or if Brittany was mistaken, but she did seem pretty sure of herself, like Santana had said. "So you feel about girls like I feel, I mean, felt about Grayson." She chewed her lip. "Have you kissed a girl or... like, made out or anything?"
Brittany wouldn’t have even known the phrase, but she knew it was a loaded question. She had to be incredibly careful how she answered this, or she’d end up telling Santana’s secrets. And if that happened, she’d never forgive herself. “Yeah, exactly. And I’ve...yeah, I’ve kissed another girl. Made out a couple of times, I guess.”
"Oh, so, like, you really are sure, then?" Quinn asked her and felt a slight blush crawling to her cheeks. "You, um, should probably go." She nodded toward the second hole. There wasn't anyone else coming out there to play yet, but it was only a matter of time.
“Yeah,” she nodded agreeably. “I’m really sure.” She wasn’t sure why Quinn was blushing, but at least she didn’t seem upset about the idea of her being gay anymore. “Yeah, probably,” she nodded, setting up her ball for the next shot. The second hole was a bit more annoying - one of those shots where you had to get the ball up a hill and into one hole that led to the second part of the shot. You couldn’t hit it too hard, or it would roll back down. You couldn’t hit it too softly, or it would roll back down. And you couldn’t miss the hole - or else, it would roll back down. She licked her lips as she stared down the length of her putter, pulling it back and stroking the ball perfectly up the hill. “Yay!” she clapped. She still had another putt to make to finish it off, but that was a good start.
"Is it like the same, kissing a girl as it is kissing a guy?" she said but wouldn't look at her. She was curious, but she still didn't quite get it, but she figured that was because she wasn't attracted to girls. "Good job, B," Quinn told her and smiled a little. She placed her ball down and hit it, not hard enough, and it came rolling back down. "Damn."
“I haven’t really kissed guys,” Brittany bit her lip. “I think it’d be kind of the same, but girls’ lips are - soft. They taste good. And there’s no, like, scratchy beard hair or anything like there can be with guys.” She frowned. “It’s kind of hard to describe.” She watched Quinn’s shot and groaned when the ball came rolling back toward them. “Aw - go again,” she prompted. “We won’t even count that one.”
"Oh, yeah.... I guess that sort of makes sense," Quinn commented. She didn't know why she was curious, but she decided to drop it now. She stopped the ball and smiled at Brittany. "Thanks." She hit it again, too hard, and it bounced off the top and came rolling back down again. She groaned with frustration. "Why don't you finish and then I'll try to go again?" she suggested.
Brittany tried to stifle a giggle as Quinn’s shot came back to her again. It was rare that she was better at anything, and Quinn’s frustrated groan was actually pretty cute. “Sure,” she agreed, moving around to drain her putt with a single calculated shot. “Done!” she called. “You can just drop it over here if you want, instead of wasting all your shots on the first half!”
Quinn wrote down another two for Brittany and then lined up her shot again. "No, that's cheating." She managed a six, which wasn't that great, and Brittany was definitely in the lead now. "I didn't know you were so good at mini-golf," she commented as they headed to the next hole.
“Well, it’s only cheating if someone sees you,” Brittany giggled. She waited patiently as Quinn finished up, though, already sizing up the next hole. “Well,” she blushed, “I don’t like to brag about stuff. But mini golf is fun, and I come out here lots. I like to bring my sister - she’s already getting good at it.”
“You’re a good big sister,” Quinn told her, a little distracted as she looked at the next hole. It was one where the ball went upside down around a metal loop. Quinn glanced at Brittany. She really did think she was a good big sister. Quinn’s sister mostly just ignored her.
“Aww, thank you,” Brittany smiled. “I try my best.” She looked over the hole, trying to judge the distance. “Did you wanna go first this time?” She loved this hole - it was a perfect challenge. But she’d gone first on the last couple, so she could let Quinn take a turn this time.
"Uh... sure." Quinn placed her ball down and eyed up the course. She wanted to be sure to hit the ball hard enough so it went around the loop. She took aim and hit the ball, definitely too hard, and it zipped around the loop and went towards the hole, going past it and hitting the ledge behind, which sent it out of the course. Quinn hurried down to grab the ball before it could roll away completely. She looked back towards Brittany. "Okay, you can just go."
“Oh no!” Brittany gasped as the ball jumped off the hole and began to roll away. “That sucks - you totally had it, too, just a little too hard.” She was starting to feel bad for being good at the game. She didn’t want to fake being bad at it though, either, since that was just lying. So she nodded and set up her own ball, licking her lips and wiggling her hips as she lined up her shot. With a careful stroke of the ball, it sailed through the loop and came out the other side with just enough momentum to sink it in the hole. Hole in one shots were rare for her, and she couldn’t help her grin.
Quinn wished she was better at mini golf because she really hated being bad at things and losing, but Brittany doing so well did make her feel a little better about it all, especially since this was all about making up with Brittany and what could be better than Britt beating her at mini golf? Quinn cheered as Brittany got a hole in one. "That was awesome," she told her and marked it down on the scorecard.
The shorter blonde placed her ball back down where it had left the course. She ended up with a three. As they continued through the course, their game pretty much followed the same path of Brittany's great scores followed by Quinn's okay ones. By the end of the course, it was obvious Brittany had won.
Brittany grinned and blushed at the compliment. She happily played through the rest of the course, their strife forgotten in favor of having fun. She’d always been pretty forgiving, and when it came to her friends, she was even moreso. “Did you want to get some ice cream now?” she asked excitedly as they returned their clubs. She’d be okay playing games too, but ice cream sounded really good. She was having a much better day now.
"Yes, sounds good," Quinn replied as she returned her club. She led the way toward the snack bar. There were lots of ice cream choices. She glanced at Brittany and then looked up at the menu. "Hm... What are you going to get?" she asked.
Looking over each of the flavors carefully, she scratched her chin. “Well, they all sound really good. But I think I’m going to get pistachio. With sprinkles.” She nodded. She may have been indecisive sometimes, but once she made a choice she didn’t go back on it. “How about you?”
Quinn didn't think she ever had pistachio, but she wasn't about to try it. "Sounds good to me. Do you want rainbow or chocolate sprinkles?" Quinn moved toward the counter. "I think I'm just going to get vanilla." She wanted the least amount of calories possible.
“Rainbow,” she replied immediately. Rainbow was the right answer to pretty much every question. Especially when it came to candy and sprinkles and things like that. “Vanilla is yummy too,” she nodded. “Especially with some of that candy marshmallow stuff on it!” Ice cream was a treat, after all. It should be as gross and sweet as possible.
Quinn stepped up to the counter and ordered both their ice creams, her vanilla remaining plain, and then paid for them. "I haven't had that marshmallow stuff in years," she commented. Though she remembered it was delicious. She took their ice creams and headed over to a table, setting Brittany's down for her before taking a seat.
“I don’t know how you’ve lived that long without having it!” Brittany grinned. “I can totally eat it out of the jar. I mean, I don’t as much now that Coach makes us run if she finds out, but I still can.” She indicated her ice cream. “Thanks, Quinn. And not just for the ice cream. Thanks for...trying to fix this.”
Quinn shrugged and ate a little of her ice cream. "If I don't think about it, I don't really miss it." She found that worked with most foods she didn't really eat anymore because she didn't want to get fat again. "You're welcome." She paused. "I missed you and... I mean, I like being friends with you. I don't want to end our friendship over something like that." While she was mean to other gay kids, she could let it slide with Brittany.
“Hmm - I guess that would work,” Brittany bit her lip. “I think I’d still miss it, though.” She had a bite of her ice cream, using her tongue to clean sprinkles off her top lip. “I missed you too,” she confessed in a small voice. “I really didn’t want to stop being friends, especially because of that.” She really was grateful for Quinn’s building a bridge.
“Well, you don’t need to try it, B, you’re a stick,” Quinn told her with a slight smile. She ate a bit more of her ice cream. “That’s not gonna come between us. I’m sorry I, like, acted like that. I just... wasn’t expecting it.” She ran her tongue over her lips. “We... are we okay now?”
“I’m more of a plank.” The joke made no sense, but for some reason Brittany found it amused her anyway. “And it’s okay, really. I don’t want to stay mad. If you’re okay with it, then we are totally okay. You’re my friend, and I’ll always forgive you if you say you’re sorry.”
Quinn was confused for a moment and then laughed. She nodded. "Yeah, okay." She chewed her bottom lip. "I'm trying... um, yeah. Like, yeah, it's okay." She smiled a little. "Good. Because I am sorry I hurt you."
“I know you are - and I really like you for it. Because I know I surprised you, and I know that you weren’t okay. But I’m glad you’re trying for me.” She listened to Quinn’s apology and nodded. “Then you’re totally forgiven.
Quinn smiled. She was really lucky to have a friend like Brittany. She didn't even really deserve to have someone like her as a friend. "Thanks, B." She continued eating her ice cream. She was feeling so much better.
“Of course,” Brittany nodded. She gave Quinn a smile, turning her attention back to her ice cream and eating a few more sprinkles off the edge of her spoon.