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[birdinherlocker]

A tall, blonde, pretty cheerleader walks into the bar, immaculate red-and-white uniform not even a hair askew.

And she stops.

... Quinn?

Santana?

"Uh-oh."

[ooc: This is Brittany from early season one of Glee, around episode two or so. Incredibly decontextualized spoilers through the season finale in the icons!

eta: YOU'RE ALL

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[leconnortemple]

Connor's stumbled in a time or two since his first time. Mostly he's been sitting quietly in corners and practicing keeping his fanboy tendencies under control.

Since he's pretty new, he recognizes the gobsmacked look on the cheerleader's face.

"Hi. You okay?"

[leconnortemple]

"I hate when that happens," says Connor with a huge grin. "I forget to go to class all the time."

By "forget", he means "ignores in favor of reaching the next level of the latest game".

[birdinherlocker]

Brittany nods sympathetically.

"It's so complicated, there are so many different doors ..."

[leconnortemple]

"Your school must be gigantic."

Everything's bigger in America.

[birdinherlocker]

... Yes, Connor. Sure.

That.

"Yeah." Brittany, who happens to agree with this assessment, nods solemnly.

[leconnortemple]

"So..."

Connor brushes his hands together. He's a brilliant guy when it comes to paleontology, computers, writing software, keeping databases... When it comes to interpersonal communications, however, he's not very bright at all.

"Who do you think would win in a fight - Spiderman or Wolverine?"

[birdinherlocker]

Brittany blinks.

Ugh. Nerd question.

"What are they fighting about?"

[leconnortemple]

"Ummm."

Hey, that's a good question, actually.

"Who's the best fighter."

[birdinherlocker]

"That sounds totally stupid," Brittany says without detectable irony.

[leconnortemple]

"I think it would be Wolverine. The claws, you know."

He should take the hint. Girls like her aren't into geeks like him. He never takes this hint. Why should he? He's a great guy!

But he's also not into her. Abby's back at the flat.

"Oh, hey, I'm Connor. What's your name?"

[birdinherlocker]

Brittany looks back at him in stubborn ignorance of guys with claws.

"I'm Brittany."

[leconnortemple]

"Right, Brittany," he says, clapping his hands together once and then readjusting the strap of his shoulder bag.

Since she doesn't know who Wolverine is, well, maybe it's for the best if he just goes - oh, over there.

"So you're set; you have your, uh, sand drink, and you're good?"

He wouldn't leave someone in need, but he's guessing she's fine.

[birdinherlocker]

She glances at the water bottle in her hands, then up to Connor.

"Yeah ..."

[leconnortemple]

He hesitates. He really is a nice guy.

"Hey, if you need anything you can let me know. Maybe I can help. If you need it. Which you probably don't. But hey, we're a long way from home."

[birdinherlocker]

Brittany smiles.

He may be a loser, but he's not, like, super ugly or anything.

Santana keeps trying to tell her about making guys and their one-track minds work for her, but Brittany still hasn't quite gotten the hang of it. It takes concentration and long-range planning, neither of them Brittany's strongest suits.

"Okay." she agrees.