Still Dancing

Quinn found Brittany by her locker the next Monday. "Hey Britt!"

"Hi Quinn," Brittany said, smiling. "How was your weekend?"

"Relaxing. I did absolutely nothing. Hey, can I ask you a question?"

"The rumors of my rise to power using a combination of Care Bear Stares and Gummi Berry Juice have been exaggerated."

Quinn paused for a moment and let that sink in. "Good to know. There's something else though."

"Yeah?"

"Will you come to physical therapy with me this week?" Quinn asked quietly.

Brittany's smile grew wider. "Of course! But wait, I thought Joe was taking you…."

"He was, but…I feel like I'm leading him on. Based on a few…observations…I'm 95 per cent positive that his feelings for me aren't strictly platonic anymore, and I don't want to give him false hope. I'm leaving for Yale in a few months. Plus, he's jailbait."

Brittany laughed at this.

"You're one of my best friends, Britt," Quinn continued. "And it does feel nice having someone there with me. Just as frustrating, but at least I have someone to share it with. And what you said last week—about me still dancing in your dreams—it made me realize that people believe in me. Especially you."

"What time do I need to be there?" Brittany asked, moving behind Quinn so she could push her chair.

"Wednesday and Friday at five, but I'll remind you."

"Great!"

"So do I really breathe fire in your dreams too?"

"And you fly."

"Sweet."