|Brittany S. Pierce|
“Yeah, yeah, you’re right.” He knew it wasn’t his fault, but he also knew Quinn was hurting and just wanted to make her feel better. Somehow the apology had seemed like a start, but it was futile because he hadn’t caused the pain in the first place. The impostor had. “How I feel and stuff? Um, I feel pissed.” He wasn’t sure what Brittany was getting at. “Like I want to punch that guy in the face. But mostly I want to kiss and hug Quinn,” he said with genuine smile, not caring that he was acting sweet in front of someone else.
Quinn couldn’t help but grin at the current turn of events. Brittany, as always, read her mind quite clearly, but as sweet and caring as Mike was the Hufflepuff’s suggestion went more or less over his head. She actually found herself more okay with this than she thought she’d be; after all, this wasn’t something to rush into. Squeezing Mike’s hands, she looked back at him with a smile. “Mikey,” she said softly, letting go of his hands and leaning forward to hug him close. It turned out she wanted much of the same thing from him. She sighed softly as her head rest against his chest, finding comfort in the sound of his heartbeat steady in her ear.
Brittany literally scoffed, rolling her eyes. “You are such a boy,” she said with a laugh, throwing a small pillow and hitting him in the back of the head with it. Unfolding herself from the low couch, she stretched her arms above her head, twisting left and then right, moaning at the series of popping sounds emanating from her vertebrae. “I believe my work here is done, so you guys should, like, take advantage of the room,” she said with a wink. “Just not too much advantage,” she said, dramatically narrowing her eyes at Mike while pointing two fingers at her own eyes, then turning them to stab toward him. “Unless, that is, you needed help with Athena, Quinnie,” she asked, utilizing an old code they’d set up when they first started dating. If one said they needed help with the owl, the other knew not to leave them alone at that moment. It was a good code and had served them well over the years.