If We Tried Hard Enough We Could Learn How to Smile-Quinn/Kurt/Sam friendship
A quiet knocking at the door draws Quinn’s attention from her lap. Kurt is standing in the doorway, one hand on the strap of his bag and the other still in a fist against the wooden door.
“Kurt!” She sits up straighter and wipes her fingers under her eyes to wick away the wetness there. “Hi, come in, come in.”
Kurt crosses the room to sit beside her and sets his bag on the floor.
“The rumours of our relationships have been greatly exaggerated. “ He crosses one leg over the other and shifts his upper torso to face her.
“Yeah, you could definitely say that.” She sounds bitter and harsh even to her own ears. She smoothes her skirt over her knees and clears her throat daintily.
“I’m waiting for the tale of our-“, he gestures between them,”-great romance to surface. Then Finn can have a good reason to tell my father I’m a floozy.”
Quinn laughs and puts a hand over Kurt’s.
“Kurt, I missed being your friend.” She says and smiles angelically.
“Quinn, I never stopped being your friend.” He replies, and he can tell how sad his face is by the way she bites her lip and looks down. Her eyes water and when she speaks again her voice is thick and scratchy.
“I know.” She whispers and pulls her hand back. He turns his over and catches her hand, it’s like she was raised in a test tube. Which, admittedly, she kind of was.
“Q, you know I still haven’t stopped being your friend?” He leans in a little and looks her in her perfect clear eyes. Her make-up isn’t even running.
“Oh god, K. I don’t even know where I went wrong. All of the sudden I’m back to being the world’s biggest bitch and the closest thing I have to a friend is Finn.” She grabs his hand in both of hers and pulls it to her mouth. “Sometimes I wish I was still pregnant.” This is in a whisper against their knuckles and he pulls her into a hug.
“Okay, so clearly I should never have left this miserable jailhouse because you have gone crazier then Kelly Clarkson at an open buffet.” He strokes her golden hair back from her face. “Maybe you should let a little bit of Lucy out. Maybe that’s what made you so wonderful when you were preggers.”
“I’ve worked so hard to keep her hidden and that stupid cow ruined everything I’ve worked so hard to create. How can I just be ugly again?” Her voice is nasal but Kurt can almost hear her backbone.
“It’s not about being ugly, Q. It’s about -and if you tell anyone I said this I’ll deny it and sneak protein powder in to your Jamba Juice- opening yourself up to joy. When you’re Quinn Fabray, beautiful and unattainable, no one is going to even try to reach out to you. “He squeezes her hands. “But when we see that you’re human, and you have flaws just like all of us mortals? That wall gets torn down.” He rubs her shoulder blade through her coat.
“I missed you so much.” She says again and hugs him tighter. “No one makes sense in this hellhole.”
The door bangs open then and Sam jumps inside and has his back braced against the door.
He sees them and does some weird army somersault and then elbow crawls over to them. He flops on his back at their feet and Kurt nudges him with his toe.
“What on earth are you doing, you crazy boy?” He asks incredulously. Quinn giggles and sits up a little straighter, still holding Kurt’s hand.
“Rachel is like going crazy on me. She keeps calling me names and giving me pamphlets about being a cheater. And whenever I see Finn he glares at me. I never even slept with you guys. It’s bogus.” Sam makes a worried face. ”Not that you not sleeping with me is bogus, because I’m not trying to pressure either one of you.” He lift his hands up and Quinn sets a baby-doll flat covered shoe on his flat stomach.
“Calm down, boy wonder.” Sam grins at the nickname. “Kurt and I don’t blame you at all. We’re actually in here celebrating Kurt’s return. “
“By crying?” Sam asks incredulously.”Because that seems more like being sad then happy.”
Kurt and Quinn both laugh, then Kurt slides to sit crosslegged beside Sam. He lays the sweater that had been draped over his bag on the floor and extends a hand to Quinn . She delicately sits on the sweater and smoothes her white dress down over her legs. Sam watches them with a weird expression on is face.
“You would be like the world’s best boyfriend, Kurt.” Sam blurts out, then immediately clamps a hand over his mouth. Kurt flushes at the statement and Quinn laughs and pats Sam’s leg.
“I have been saying that for a year.” She says, looking down so her hair makes a silky curtain between her and Kurt and she sounds a little sad.
“Oh, Quinn. You know I would if I could.” He says softly, tilting his head so he can see her face.
“Have you ever tried? With Quinn I mean.” Sam sits up and turns so their knees form a circle. Kurt looks at him in surprise.
“I tried kissing girls before. It didn’t work all that well.” Kurt bites his lip.
“So, try kissing Quinn.” Sam says, Quinn’s eyes widen and she turns abruptly.
“No, Kurt, It’s fi-“ Kurt is already leaning over and he’s got his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth slotted against Quinns.
Quinn remains perfectly still, because clearly Kurt is just humouring Sam. He pulls back and furrows his brow.
“Are you just going to sit there?” He asks, and takes hold of her upper arm.
“You have to actually kiss back, Quinnie.” Sam says quietly. They both look over at him and he’s sucking on his lower lip and slowly tearing at the hole in the knee of his jeans.
Kurt and Quinn look at each other then breath in simultaneously. They lean in and their eyes are still open, Quinn gently lays her hands on his chest. Sam inhales sharply and they press their lips together. Quinn closes her eyes and Kurt follows suite, then twist their heads a little and then Quinn nips Kurt’s upper lip playfully and he gathers her up closer and retaliates by licking all along her front teeth. She giggles and brushes her tongue against his and he brings it home by rubbing the tip of his tongue back and forth on the roof of her mouth. She pulls back laughing and swats his chest.
“It felt like you were trying to tickle my brain!” She giggles and then quiets down and looks at her knees. Sam clears his throat and pulls his shirt over his lap.
“So, Kurt-“, his voice breaks and he flushes,”-Um, Kurt. Anything?”
“Oh, Quinn. I wish I could say yes.” Kurt still has his hands on her waist and she draws him in for a hug.
“I know, K. One day I’ll find a guy who’s gay enough to be a gentleman, but straight enough to want to kiss me.” She kisses his cheekbone and pulls back enough to fix her hair. They look over at Sam who is staring at them raptly.
“So, Sam. It looks like you enjoyed that kiss.” Kurt remarks in a joking manner. Sam scratches his neck and looks away.
“If I tell you guys something will you keep it a secret?” He asks nervously, and both Quinn and Kurt know exactly what he’s about to say.
“Of course.” They say together and place a hand on either of Sam’s knees.
“I think I like dudes and chicks.” He worries his lower lip in between is teeth. “I’ve never been with a guy, but I’ve thought about it. Kind of a lot.”
Kurt and Quinn exchange glances and Kurt reaches out to take Sam’s hand.
“David and I are starting a local branch of PFLAG. I want you-both of you- to come. Sam, look at me.” Kurt says softly. Sam’s eyes flick up and they’re a little red.
“Your okay. It’s totally normal to feel that way.” He looks to Quinn for support. She nods and takes Sam’s other hand.
“Love is love, Sam. No matter what anyone says.” She says in her best comforting voice. Sam smiles painfully and then darts forward to hug them both tightly. They fall back a little at the force of his hug and of course, that’s when Rachel walks in.
“Sam Evans, I can’t believe you!” She screeches and Puck pops up directly behind her. He leers a little at the three of them.
“Wow, Evans. I didn’t think you had the balls to handle both of the ice bitches.” He snarks. Finn pokes his head in the door and takes in the scene of Sam sprawled over his baby brother and his girlfriend. Sam jumps to his feet, stuttering out explanations the entire while he helps Kurt and Quinn up. Quinn gathers her bag and smiles dazzlingly.
“Quinn? Kurt?” He aks, shocked. He looks really hurt and Quinn walks over to him and draws him down into a chaste kiss.
“Finn, I love you. I’m not going to cheat on you with Kurt or Sam.” She says, and her eyes are steady on his. Finn’s face eases up and he hugs her.
“Promise?” He asks sheepishly and she lets her head drop on to his chest.
“Promise. And call me Lucy.”
“Kurt!” She sits up straighter and wipes her fingers under her eyes to wick away the wetness there. “Hi, come in, come in.”
Kurt crosses the room to sit beside her and sets his bag on the floor.
“The rumours of our relationships have been greatly exaggerated. “ He crosses one leg over the other and shifts his upper torso to face her.
“Yeah, you could definitely say that.” She sounds bitter and harsh even to her own ears. She smoothes her skirt over her knees and clears her throat daintily.
“I’m waiting for the tale of our-“, he gestures between them,”-great romance to surface. Then Finn can have a good reason to tell my father I’m a floozy.”
Quinn laughs and puts a hand over Kurt’s.
“Kurt, I missed being your friend.” She says and smiles angelically.
“Quinn, I never stopped being your friend.” He replies, and he can tell how sad his face is by the way she bites her lip and looks down. Her eyes water and when she speaks again her voice is thick and scratchy.
“I know.” She whispers and pulls her hand back. He turns his over and catches her hand, it’s like she was raised in a test tube. Which, admittedly, she kind of was.
“Q, you know I still haven’t stopped being your friend?” He leans in a little and looks her in her perfect clear eyes. Her make-up isn’t even running.
“Oh god, K. I don’t even know where I went wrong. All of the sudden I’m back to being the world’s biggest bitch and the closest thing I have to a friend is Finn.” She grabs his hand in both of hers and pulls it to her mouth. “Sometimes I wish I was still pregnant.” This is in a whisper against their knuckles and he pulls her into a hug.
“Okay, so clearly I should never have left this miserable jailhouse because you have gone crazier then Kelly Clarkson at an open buffet.” He strokes her golden hair back from her face. “Maybe you should let a little bit of Lucy out. Maybe that’s what made you so wonderful when you were preggers.”
“I’ve worked so hard to keep her hidden and that stupid cow ruined everything I’ve worked so hard to create. How can I just be ugly again?” Her voice is nasal but Kurt can almost hear her backbone.
“It’s not about being ugly, Q. It’s about -and if you tell anyone I said this I’ll deny it and sneak protein powder in to your Jamba Juice- opening yourself up to joy. When you’re Quinn Fabray, beautiful and unattainable, no one is going to even try to reach out to you. “He squeezes her hands. “But when we see that you’re human, and you have flaws just like all of us mortals? That wall gets torn down.” He rubs her shoulder blade through her coat.
“I missed you so much.” She says again and hugs him tighter. “No one makes sense in this hellhole.”
The door bangs open then and Sam jumps inside and has his back braced against the door.
He sees them and does some weird army somersault and then elbow crawls over to them. He flops on his back at their feet and Kurt nudges him with his toe.
“What on earth are you doing, you crazy boy?” He asks incredulously. Quinn giggles and sits up a little straighter, still holding Kurt’s hand.
“Rachel is like going crazy on me. She keeps calling me names and giving me pamphlets about being a cheater. And whenever I see Finn he glares at me. I never even slept with you guys. It’s bogus.” Sam makes a worried face. ”Not that you not sleeping with me is bogus, because I’m not trying to pressure either one of you.” He lift his hands up and Quinn sets a baby-doll flat covered shoe on his flat stomach.
“Calm down, boy wonder.” Sam grins at the nickname. “Kurt and I don’t blame you at all. We’re actually in here celebrating Kurt’s return. “
“By crying?” Sam asks incredulously.”Because that seems more like being sad then happy.”
Kurt and Quinn both laugh, then Kurt slides to sit crosslegged beside Sam. He lays the sweater that had been draped over his bag on the floor and extends a hand to Quinn . She delicately sits on the sweater and smoothes her white dress down over her legs. Sam watches them with a weird expression on is face.
“You would be like the world’s best boyfriend, Kurt.” Sam blurts out, then immediately clamps a hand over his mouth. Kurt flushes at the statement and Quinn laughs and pats Sam’s leg.
“I have been saying that for a year.” She says, looking down so her hair makes a silky curtain between her and Kurt and she sounds a little sad.
“Oh, Quinn. You know I would if I could.” He says softly, tilting his head so he can see her face.
“Have you ever tried? With Quinn I mean.” Sam sits up and turns so their knees form a circle. Kurt looks at him in surprise.
“I tried kissing girls before. It didn’t work all that well.” Kurt bites his lip.
“So, try kissing Quinn.” Sam says, Quinn’s eyes widen and she turns abruptly.
“No, Kurt, It’s fi-“ Kurt is already leaning over and he’s got his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth slotted against Quinns.
Quinn remains perfectly still, because clearly Kurt is just humouring Sam. He pulls back and furrows his brow.
“Are you just going to sit there?” He asks, and takes hold of her upper arm.
“You have to actually kiss back, Quinnie.” Sam says quietly. They both look over at him and he’s sucking on his lower lip and slowly tearing at the hole in the knee of his jeans.
Kurt and Quinn look at each other then breath in simultaneously. They lean in and their eyes are still open, Quinn gently lays her hands on his chest. Sam inhales sharply and they press their lips together. Quinn closes her eyes and Kurt follows suite, then twist their heads a little and then Quinn nips Kurt’s upper lip playfully and he gathers her up closer and retaliates by licking all along her front teeth. She giggles and brushes her tongue against his and he brings it home by rubbing the tip of his tongue back and forth on the roof of her mouth. She pulls back laughing and swats his chest.
“It felt like you were trying to tickle my brain!” She giggles and then quiets down and looks at her knees. Sam clears his throat and pulls his shirt over his lap.
“So, Kurt-“, his voice breaks and he flushes,”-Um, Kurt. Anything?”
“Oh, Quinn. I wish I could say yes.” Kurt still has his hands on her waist and she draws him in for a hug.
“I know, K. One day I’ll find a guy who’s gay enough to be a gentleman, but straight enough to want to kiss me.” She kisses his cheekbone and pulls back enough to fix her hair. They look over at Sam who is staring at them raptly.
“So, Sam. It looks like you enjoyed that kiss.” Kurt remarks in a joking manner. Sam scratches his neck and looks away.
“If I tell you guys something will you keep it a secret?” He asks nervously, and both Quinn and Kurt know exactly what he’s about to say.
“Of course.” They say together and place a hand on either of Sam’s knees.
“I think I like dudes and chicks.” He worries his lower lip in between is teeth. “I’ve never been with a guy, but I’ve thought about it. Kind of a lot.”
Kurt and Quinn exchange glances and Kurt reaches out to take Sam’s hand.
“David and I are starting a local branch of PFLAG. I want you-both of you- to come. Sam, look at me.” Kurt says softly. Sam’s eyes flick up and they’re a little red.
“Your okay. It’s totally normal to feel that way.” He looks to Quinn for support. She nods and takes Sam’s other hand.
“Love is love, Sam. No matter what anyone says.” She says in her best comforting voice. Sam smiles painfully and then darts forward to hug them both tightly. They fall back a little at the force of his hug and of course, that’s when Rachel walks in.
“Sam Evans, I can’t believe you!” She screeches and Puck pops up directly behind her. He leers a little at the three of them.
“Wow, Evans. I didn’t think you had the balls to handle both of the ice bitches.” He snarks. Finn pokes his head in the door and takes in the scene of Sam sprawled over his baby brother and his girlfriend. Sam jumps to his feet, stuttering out explanations the entire while he helps Kurt and Quinn up. Quinn gathers her bag and smiles dazzlingly.
“Quinn? Kurt?” He aks, shocked. He looks really hurt and Quinn walks over to him and draws him down into a chaste kiss.
“Finn, I love you. I’m not going to cheat on you with Kurt or Sam.” She says, and her eyes are steady on his. Finn’s face eases up and he hugs her.
“Promise?” He asks sheepishly and she lets her head drop on to his chest.
“Promise. And call me Lucy.”