#21 → Quinn & Brittany
written by ashleigh and me for quittmas, but we kind of got carried away
a/n1: i want to thank ashleigh for making me hyperaware of the limits of my own writing abilities
a/n2: i’d like to thank han for ruining my ability to write alone ever again
the 12 christmases of annabelle fabray-pierce
Title: I need the fuel to make my fire bright
Day/Theme: Day 2, Christmas Eve
Summary: Quinn steals away some alone time on Christmas Eve and gets an unexpected present.
Note: Each part is a ficlet from the same ‘verse at different points in their lives, one for each day of Quitt Week.
merry quittmas!!! :)
anon asked: annabelle’s first day of school
“I made you a jelly sandwich,” Quinn says, watching Annabelle’s legs swing back and forth as she pokes at her cereal.
That’s not a good sign. Quinn eyes the clock and, after she finishes packing Annabelle’s lunch, goes in search of Brittany.
because kat asked: [T]he first family vacation Quitt took Annabelle on. Two weeks worth of being cranky far from home while told to have fun.
Florida is hot.
That alone should have been enough to put a stop to this, and yet here they are. Three blondes melting in the shade outside the Magic Kingdom.
“YOU’RE NOT MY AUNT.”
“Sure I am,” she says cautiously. No one’s ever not recognised her before.
“You are not. You’re all different inside.”
“What, like I’m made of custard or something?”
“No, Aunt Tana, that’s stupid.”
“You don’t even know who I am,” Annabelle says after a moment, folding her arms across her chest.
“Sure I do. You’re—” Santana swallows. “Britt’s kid.” She couldn’t be anyone else, the way she’s looking at her.
“Kids have two parents,” Annabelle says, squinting at her.
Santana looks at the way she has her arms folded and takes a deep breath before she says, “Quinn.”
“You just guessed Quinn,” Annabelle says, and Santana swallows a laugh.
“You’re the grouchiest kid I ever woke up to. There’s no way Quinn isn’t your mom.”
Dianna & Heather
“This is going to get confusing,” Quinn sighs.
“No it won’t. Watch.” Brittany takes Annabelle from Quinn’s arms and the toddler turns to poke at Brittany’s face.
“See? Totally different.”
“Ma!” Annabelle comes flying through the door, almost faster than her little legs can carry her. She hasn’t been walking that long and she almost topples over when she gets to the kitchen table, peering up. “Ma?”
“Quinn?” Sam says, reaching down to steady Annabelle. “I think she wants you.”
“No she wants Britt,” Quinn says, she sets the coffee cups down on the table and then crouches in front of Annabelle. “Do you want your mommy?”
“Ma,” Annabella agrees, just as Brittany comes through the door.
“I got you, Ding Dong,” Brittany says, scooping her up and dropping a kiss to her head.