A/N: Immediate follow-up to the last drabble, prompted by an anon (who wanted less angst). Thanks!

Brittany slides closer. Her fingers curl, then snake around Quinn's hand, squeezing it. "What do you know?" Because Quinn's eyes are currently off limits, she searches her face. "Baby? What's going on?"

Hazel slowly appears as Quinn's lips pinch, then part. "I'm sorry."

"You're scaring me."

"I'm not meaning to." Quinn breathes in deeply, looking down. She laces their hands together. "I just... It's hard to tell you."

"Just tell me!"

"I won't be able to go to prom with you!" Quinn snaps, "Maybe it's stupid or I'm, I know I'm overreacting, okay, but I wanted to! I promised you!"