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Competitions, here we come.
Thank you Britt! We will!
Nice one. We have a home advantage this year, since the competition is in Aurora’s Gymnasium so if you want to come, feel free to!
I wouldn't miss it. I'll get to work on making a banner and everything, it'll be great! Do you fancy having your face pasted onto a giant poster, or would that be too distracting?
It worked for the WildCats. What team!
Cold as Ice → Brittany & Quinn
I guess I never had really good friends then. [Quinn chuckled at Brittany’s metaphor, nodding, although she hadn’t eaten this type of dessert since a couple of years. She felt like everytime Brittany mentioned some great food, she had to say she couldn’t eat it and she was growing tired of it.]
That’s actually a good idea. Yeah, you guys could help them work with choreography and I would help the others with the sport side. And don’t worry about it, I’m kind of used to it after ofur years now. But thank you for that suggestion, I’m sure it’ll help. [Quinn frowned as she watched Brittany, wondering what was happening to the blonde girl who had stopped moving against her and bit her lip as she watched her curiously. Realization dawned over her and waited for her friend’s vision to finish as she smiled softly at her, an eyebrow raised in a curious smile. Chuckling, she tucked a strand of hair behind Brittany’s ear.] It’s okay. Can I ask about what you saw or am I not allowed?
[Brittany finally raised her gaze at the gentle touch from Quinn. Relief flooded through her when the expression she was met with was void from judgement and she managed a timid smile in return. Even at a school for people with remarkable powers, Brittany was still a little too strange for many of the students to accept.]
You can ask. [Watching Quinn carefully, Brittany debated on revealing the vision. This one hadn't been particularly intimate, it had only been a boy losing a bouncy ball down a well, but Brittany had always been reluctant to share ever since her vision about Ms Hayes.
Fire. Nothing but fire.
Pushing back those memories, Brittany focused once more on Quinn. It had been so long since she had shared any of her visions to anyone besides Lord Tubbington, she barely knew where to start.]
I would. If I was going to tell anyone, I'd tell you, but... [There was the but. But Brittany hadn't been able to speak about them since the death of Ms Hayes. But the last time she had spoken about them, everybody had looked at her with suspicious and accusing eyes. She smiled an apology to Quinn, feeling the heavy weight of guilt press against her chest.]
They're not mine to tell.
Competitions, here we come.
A fifth title in a row would definitely look good on my file, I’m so ready to kick some tail tonight.
Good luck! Go kick some butt!
I'll be cheering on you cheerleaders. It'll be cheerception.
Woe to choose between two evils.
I’d had my poor heart set on building up a raging caffeine addiction in my college years, but it’s looking a lot like I’ve already passed the point of having that permanent coffee stink hanging out in my clothes a year early. But I guess it could be worse. I could’ve been a drug dealer, or something.
That's so sad.
Maybe we can find another addiction for you to focus on. What are your feelings on weed?
Cold as Ice → Brittany & Quinn
[Quinn smiled against Brittany as she felt the girl leaned her head on top of her, feeling safer than she had been in a long time.] I am thankful. Because you’re amazing and you’re my friend and it means a lot that.. you care.
[She hummed softly as the blonde played with her hair, realizing how nice this felt, just laying there against Brittany, not like the guys who tried to aggressively make out with her if she invited one over. Looking up, she smiled, shrugging at the girl’s question and pulling back slightly to reply.] Yeah. The new ones we got this year are really lazy. And well, it’s always the same, Coach screams at me and I shout at the girl. Nothing different than usual. How was your day?
I'd be a bit of a crappy friend if I didn't care. That would be like a banana without the split. It's always better with the split. [Brittany turned her gaze back to watch as Quinn relaxed by her side. A warm feeling of pride rushed through Brittany at the thought that Quinn was like this because of her. Everyone made a fuss over Quinn and her hostility, but it couldn't be farther from the truth - the trick was to treat the girl with careful hands, that was all, lest she get spooked.]
That sucks. You could always send a couple to our dance group if you wanted to. We could get them moving and get them used to learning choreography, it wouldn't be a big deal. It might make your Coach a little happier, which means less screaming. I don't like that she screams at you. But I've been okay, I--
[Brittany's hand fell from Quinn's hair to rest on the girl's shoulder. Her eyes had glazed over, her body left in the present while her mind travelled further on. Sometimes she was lucky enough to know when a vision was coming, a gut instinct that allowed Brittany to stop whatever she was doing and prepare, but other times they caught her by surprise.
It only lasted a merciful ten seconds or so before Brittany was blinking back into awareness. She sucked in a quick breath, mind still adjusting to the jump when she spoke, her voice light and airy.] ...Fell down a well. You'll never get it back.
[Pink flushed across Brittany's cheeks when she realised who she was with and where she was. She ducked her head, playing it off as nonchalantly as she could while muttering a quick 'sorry' to Quinn, squinting at the faint ache by her temple.]
Lost Cat|| Brittana
That’s what I said isn’t it?
[Santana couldn’t help her defensive snarky nature. Just because she was a bitch didn’t mean she was heartless, plus she and LT had bonded while he stayed with her. It wasn’t very often she got to spend time with other felines. It was like having a friend around.]
Look, I don’t know what to tell you. I like cats okay? It’s just a thing. As for the catnip, it’s already locked up where he can’t get to it.
[Santana cocked an eyebrow]
Why doesn’t that surprise me? If I knew throwing a big enough fit would have gotten me my way I might have thrown more in my earlier years
Okay.
[There was little point in fighting with Santana. Brittany had little desire to, and if the other girl had any dark, ulterior motives then Brittany wasn't about to find out now. If there was one piece of knowledge Brittany had taken from her gift, it was to let go of the little things and let life go on. Sometimes the future couldn't be controlled.
Brittany barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes at Santana's snark. She wasn't ashamed with her methods of persuasion - it was a little unorthodox, but the bottom line was that it had worked. So she brushed Santana's comments aside and gathered Lord Tubbington into her arms, rising to her feet as she did so.]
Thanks for looking out for him, even if he did get stoned while he was here. I know you didn't do it for me, what with us not really liking one another and all, but still. Thank you, Santana.
Cold as Ice → Brittany & Quinn
Right. Well I never did. [Quinn bit her lip at Brittany’s soft touch, making sure to keep her eyes locked with blue ones, afraid she would just fall asleep with how comfortable all of this was.]
Oh. I.. [Quinn swallowed at the blonde’s words, seeing how genuine Brittany was and feeling her stomach flutter at the idea that someone really cared about her. Not wanting to break down in front of her, she hid her face against the girl’s neck, whispering softly.] Thank you.
[Brittany smiled sadly when Quinn went to hide her face. She turned her own eyes away to allow Quinn the privacy she desired despite their close proximity, leaning her head against the other blonde's and staring straight ahead.] You're welcome, even if you've really nothing to be thankful for.
[Continuing to play aimlessly with the ends of Quinn's hair, Brittany gave Quinn a soft squeeze with the arm still around her waist.] You haven't told me how the rest of your day went yet. [She accused lightly, her lips turning up playfully.] Did you have to shout at anyone at practice? I hear a lot of shouting whenever I walk past.
Lost Cat|| Brittana
[Santana nearly doubled taked when Brittany began to pout. She hand never student at Brittany’s age do something so ridiculous and immature before. Santana wanted to do anything to make it stop]
It was just a word of advice. You don’t have to take it so personally. I’m not about to be a bitch in my own room, so chill already. If wondering around campus is such a big problem why don’t you bring him here when you can’t watch him. I know a surprising amount about cats and I wouldn’t mind watching him every now and then so long as he stays out of my catnip.Â
[When Brittany’s lips turned up into a wily smile Santana felt ill at ease. She still wasn’t totally convinced that the girl wasn’t bat shit crazy and didn’t know if she needed to go on the defensive.]
What does that even mean?Â
[It might not have made much sense to Santana, but Brittany always took anything about Lord Tubbington personally. People were unpredictable and volatile, but Tubbs had always been there with comfort whenever Brittany's visions became particularly painful. Brittany often suspected that she relied on him more than he did on her.]
You're offering to watch over Lord Tubbington?
[Brittany couldn't quite hide the skepticism from her voice, her brow drawn deep in confusion.]
Alright...yeah. Okay. Thank you. I can't promise that he'll stay away from the catnip, so you might have to hide that away.
[Why did Santana have it in the first place? Brittany considered Santana with a strange look, eyes narrowing on her in suspicion. Did Santana have a cat hidden away somewhere?]
It means I staged a one woman protest until they let me bring Tubbs up to the school. I couldn't leave him back home, it didn't feel right, and he helps me out too. I refused to wash for two weeks until they flew him up by helicopter.
Cold as Ice → Brittany & Quinn
Yeah? I wouldn’t know, I never really had the occasion to do it. [Quinn shrugged, smiling as she relaxed and leaned against Brittany. She frowned at the blonde’s mention of Santana, biting her lip.] You heard? But uhm, thank you. She made good points though, and I was mean to her too.
You don't really need an occasion to cuddle. You just...do. [Brittany shifted her arm up to sweep back Quinn's hair with a fond smile, thankful again that Quinn had allowed her not only in her room, but to be close to her.]
Not all of it, but I saw enough. You did throw it back to her with your fists swinging. [Caught between an amused smile and a frown, Brittany hummed in consideration.] Not literally. I'm messing up. What I wanted to say was that I care, if you ever doubt that. I know we don't know each other that well, but you've always been nice to me.
Lost Cat|| Brittana
PUH-LEASE, you could roll that thing like a soccer ball quicker then he could walk out of here. All I’m saying is that if you really want to help him you’ll start feeding him the canned stuff or freshly chopped and unseasoned meat. Dry food is gross and unhealthy. If you feel him properly he’ll lose a lot of weight quickly. Also you might want to get his claws trimmed. They’re a little too long for him to be comfortable.
[Santana generally wasn’t the type to go out of her way help other students, but LT wasn’t a bad cat. Brittany just needed to take his health under more consideration. Sh accepted Brittany’s money and placed it on her night stand. Something about it made her feel like a kitty drug dealer.]
That’s fine don’t worry about it. Catnip just isn’t easy to find around here. How did you manage to get him into Aurora anyway. Last I checked there was a no pets rule.
[Brittany pouted sadly down at the fat spready out on her lap. Maybe there was such a thing as killing someone with kindness - Brittany just hated thinking of her baby going hungry. She wasn't entirely to blame, either, though Brittany knew she had to shoulder a lot of the fault. Tubbs would sneak around to the other students, knowing that they were bound to shower him in attention and food. That was the benefit of being the only pet in the school.]
I can try. He gets food from the other students, they love to spoil him, so it's hard to control how much he eats. I'll trim his claws, though. Thanks.
[It was strange to hear Santana speaking so cordially to her. It was no secret around Aurora that Santana wasn't exactly friendly toward people, let alone Sidekicks, and Brittany was something of a 'freak', even in the school for the gifted. Her lips quirked up into a tiny smile at the mention of the no pets rule, expression turning mischevious as she turned to look up to Santana, her voice matter-of-fact.]
I didn't fancy sticking to that rule, so I didn't. I can be pretty convincing when I want to be.
Cold as Ice → Brittany & Quinn
Right. Well, uhm, thank you. [Quinn was wondering if Brittany was just being polite and trying to reassure her. Sure, her room was neat but it looked.. cold. As this word flashed through her thoughts, she felt her fists clench once more and took a deep breath and nodded at Brittany
Frowning, the blonde gasped softly as Brittany pulled her closer, her mouth slightly gaping as she nodded.] Oh, sorry, I just.. I never was one for cuddles. Or people didn’t want to do that with me I guess. [She smiled, biting her lip.]
[Brittany laughed good naturedly, keeping still to let Quinn adjust to their sudden switch in position. It would have been easy to take Quinn's, for lack of a better word, icy demenour as face value and leave her alone, but Brittany was glad she hadn't done so. Quinn, Brittany was discovering, could be incredibly warm once the spark was lit.]
Don't be sorry, I was only kidding. There's no right way to cuddle. [Encouraged by Quinn's smile, Brittany tightened her arms and wiggled around to find the perfect position.] I think she was wrong, by the way. Santana. [She clarified, nodding in agreement with her own words.] You're lovely.
Lost Cat|| Brittana
[Santana watched as the tall annoying blonde showered the creature with affection. Santana was a little jealous of the way the cat was getting scratched and pampered, but she chose not to comment on that.]
That’s one fact cat you’ve got there. You should probably look into a weight loss program for him or something otherwise he might roll over and die of kidney failure one day soon.
[Discreetly Santana scratched behind her own ear trying to ignore the thoughts of how it would feel to have a person do it, while she was in cat form.]
Besides getting into all my catnip, he was pretty good most of the time.
Don't call him fat. He's just put on a few extra pounds since quitting the catnip, that's all. Isn't that right, Tubbs? Hm?
[Brittany sent a baleful look Santana's way, but her expression soon morphed into a wide smile when Tubbington drew her focus away again. The cat had crawled forward before deeming it too much of a journey and slumping down in Brittany's lap, happily stretching out at the attention he was receiving. Brittany had owned him long enough to know exactly how he liked to be petted.]
Thanks for looking after him. He's a street smart cat, so I figured he was alright. There's not a lot of trouble he can get up to on a floating school. I have money for the catnip.
[Reaching into the back pocket of her jeans, Brittany held the bills up toward Santana, waving them for the other girl to take.]
I wasn't sure how much, so there's ten dollars there. Is that enough?
Lost Cat|| Brittana
[Santana sat on her bed filing her nails into a elegant sharp point that matched her claws. There was something about it that made her feel powerful. She glanced over to her side to see the outrageously fat cat laying happily on his back. To be honest she wasn’t sure if he was dead or not. Reaching over with her foot, she gave him a small nudge that made him stir.]
Just checking. You better not tell your owner about all the fun we had last night.
[Santana gave a dark little smile. She loved catnip just as much as the next girl. It was better then getting high. The Knock at the door startled her, but instead of getting up she simply shouted for the guest to come in]
[Brittany turned the handle and snuck her her around the door, checking that it was indeed Santana's room before entering fully. There Santana was, sitting on the bed and filing her nails, and to her side lay--]
Tubbs!
[Wasting little time, Brittany entered in a flurry and kneeled down by her pet. Her fingers went to scratch around his neck immediately, finding the sweet spot that had the fat cat purring with contentment.]
Lost Cat|| Brittana
Well I didn’t know. I was just being nice. Yea, whatever. My dorm room is 416. I’ll be there for the next hour or so.
[That silly cat. Brittany should have known that forbidding Lord Tubbington from seeking out Santana would only encourage him to do just that. With a couple bills stuffed into her pockets, Brittany made her way to room 416, eager to see her beloved cat and take him home again. It wasn't unusual for Lord Tubbington to find attention elsewhere, he was a bit of a whore for it, but that didn't make Brittany any less excited to have him back. She came to a stop outside Santana's room, rocking on the balls of her feet and knocking on the door.]
Lost Cat|| Brittana
Of course he belongs to you. I found him yesterday in the gym while I was working out, so I brought him back to my room. I gave the little shit a small bit of catnip and he ended up getting into my whole bag of the stuff. Don’t be surprised if he gets sick. Right now I’d say he’s pretty damn high.
And I told him not to bother you - we'll be having words, don't worry.
He was doing so well with cutting back, it's such a shame. He was on step four of the program to get himself clean and everything.
Is he up in your room now? Can I drop by and collect him?
Cold as Ice → Brittany & Quinn
[Quinn titled her head and looked at the blonde as Brittany talked, raising an eyebrow as she looked at her cold, impersonal room once more, Santana’s words about how frozen she was inside making her shrug halfheartedly.] Really? It’s basically how it was when I got here. Decoration isn’t my forte. I just added this. [She nodded to the small shelf filled with books, old and new ones.]
Biting her lip, she took off her shoes as well, raising an eyebrow at Brittany’s actions and deciding to stop thinking for once, instead moving to sit back against the headboard next to the blonde with a small smile.]
That doesn't mean it's bad, it just means you're careful with things. You look after the things that matter. [Brittany shrugged lightly, glancing around the room again and taking in the bookshelf Quinn had pointed out. The other girl had mentioned enjoying books before - though Brittany couldn't relate, she made a mental note to indulge Quinn with books in the future.]
What are you doing? [She deadpanned, looking down to Quinn blankly when she joined Brittany at the head of the bed. Then she broke into a quick smile, her arms threading around Quinn and drawing her body in close.] That's no way to cuddle.
Cold as Ice → Brittany & Quinn
That’s good then. [Quinn bit her lip as she opened the door to her big room, realizing as she looked over it how neat and empty it really looked. Motioning for Brittany to go in, she smiled softly, nodding as she locked the door behind them, heading to sat on her bed and pushing her bag aside.] I’m not sure it’s an honor per say, but thank you.
[Quinn's room was exactly as Brittany had expected it to be. Neat, ordered and clean, it was the opposite of her own room at Aurora. Brittany's portion of her shared dorm room was cluttered with a mixture of trinkets and photos, all of them collected over the years.] I like it. [She announced, taking Quinn's lead and dropping down to the bed, bouncing a little on the generous springs.
Sliding off her shoes, Brittany wiggled up to be at the top of the bed, patting the space immediately next to her in invitation, letting her actions speak for her.]
