Spoiled Designer Clothes

Chapter Fourteen (The End)

Quinn Fabray honestly didn't know where it all started.

She used to think it was great fun bullying gay kids, particularly a certain Kurt Hummel. She used to join in on the pointing and laughing and the cheering whenever the jocks grabbed his relatively weak form and threw him in the dumpster. She used to insult him, and write some mean three or four-letter names in the bathroom stalls alongside mean and often inappropriate cartoon representations of Rachel. She entered the Glee club thinking it would be an excellent opportunity not to just get back her boyfriend and make the sophomore girl falling for him feel bad about herself, but also to make fun of some other kids, particularly the disabled one and the gay one.

Quinn honestly didn't know, too, how it all happened.

Maybe Kurt really just had a kind heart beneath that tough exterior sugar-coated with a superiority complex. Maybe he just had a plan so diabolical, he would make Sue Sylvester proud. Maybe he was naturally compassionate. Maybe he was an evil, conniving boy who planned to get Quinn's boyfriend all to himself. Maybe he was all those.

Whatever Kurt's original plan or motive was, it really just came falling down to one thing in the end - they became the best of friends that not even Spongebob and Patrick, Ernie and Bert or the Bananas in Pajamas could even equal them. It all sounded so very wrong. Here she was, completely pressured by the whole food chain and popularity thing that she got to do mean things to a random kid at the subbasement, and he returned all those with hugs and a shoulder to cry on. It seemed too good to be true, and yet it was true. Quinn just wished that, if it was a dream, she won't ever wake up. She very well knew it wasn't a dream though. Everything she felt was very real. As real as whatever word or witty remark came out of Kurt's mouth.

She wondered if the world had gone completely bonkers, since she, the ex-head-cheerleader-turned-teenage-mother, stood there concentrating on the baby formula, while Kurt, the gay boy who practically lived in the dumpster every single weekday since the first time he had crossed paths with the football team, tried to fit a clean, fresh diaper on little infant Sunshine, who kept kicking and laughing, amused by her Uncle Kurt's attempts.

Quinn giggled as Kurt gently scolded the baby for being unnaturally frisky.

"Relax, Kurt. Sunny's only a baby, you know."

"Oh, who are we kidding, Quinn? Sunny's a three-month-old terror in diapers."

Quinn rolled her eyes as she shook the baby bottle vigorously, mixing the milk powder and water and turning it into a nutritious, liquid substance only babies can really enjoy. "Give the little baby a break. She's just excited to see Uncle Kurt."

"I can't say the same for me," Kurt joked.

Quinn set down Sunny's bottle and gave Kurt a hand with the diapers.

"You know, Kurt, it's easy when you get used to handling such a lively baby," Quinn explained. "It's tough balancing out your personal life and taking care of the baby and everything, but it's all rewarding in the end, when you see her smile. It takes all the stress away."

"Then I must really be unappreciative of how the kids work today. I've seen Sunny smile all afternoon and all I can think of is her next diaper change. What have you been feeding her?"

"Oh, Kurt. When will you start appreciating the good things in life?" Quinn said with a grin on her face, as she firmly put the diaper in place and took the baby's bottle. Sunny gratefully sucked on the rubber nipple, as if she had been starving and it's been ages since she had been last fed.

"Soon as your little bundle of joy starts appreciating me," Kurt replied. Exactly on cue, Sunny laughed gleefully and seemed to want to reach out to Kurt and hug him. Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Oooh, look at that, Kurt! Looks like my little baby's starting to appreciate you already!" Quinn exclaimed, gently squeezing Sunny's chubby little baby legs.

"I applaud your acting, little one," Kurt started, sounding like a superior to Sunny. "However, you cannot fool me."

Sunny looked at him with big, hazel eyes and seemed to plead to Kurt to just touch her, carry her, cuddle her. Kurt pretended to ignore the baby, watching her antics from the corner of his eye, before scooping her up and talking to her in a baby-like tone.

"I knew you couldn't resist her," Quinn said, handing the baby bottle to Kurt, who sat down beside her and let Sunny continue her feeding.

"I can't stress this enough, Quinn, and I think I've already told you this countless times while we're on the phone and I'm doing my nails, but Puck is very lucky. Not that I, personally, would love to be in his shoes and get caught up with all these things. I was already exhausted keeping up with your little teen pregnancy woes, and I'm afraid I won't be able to handle a baby easily," said Kurt.

"On the contrary, you handle the baby care better than Puck does. Would you believe it? He doesn't know how to put on diapers on Sunny, while she's resting."

"At least she wants him to fit the diapers to her. Sunny seems to be really reluctant when I'm the one trying to replace her diapers."

Quinn smiled. Truly, she didn't know how exactly they went to become excellent friends. It was one of the things that continuously eluded her. She gossiped about this very boy months back, accusing him of being afraid to go out of the closet and everything, and she was sure he did the same, discussing her with his friends. Quinn would have sworn that he was just rigging up their friendship, turning the tables once he'd done enough for her.

Quinn felt bad, not just because she assumed this was all part of Kurt's evil master plan, but because she actually owed him a lot more than she would probably allow herself to. Not already counting the times he gave her a lot of advice (which always kind of made Quinn wonder exactly what experiences Kurt had gone through to amass such knowledge and wisdom at the age of sixteen), Kurt had always been there for the past three months, regularly paying visits to the Fabray home and giving a hand in helping the baby. He had accompanied Quinn and Puck shopping for a better crib ("Believe me when I say that the one you have in your house makes your room look like a city dump"), better baby clothes ("Puck, Sunny's a girl. She's supposed to wear something pink and baby-friendly, not a miniature camo suit, for pete's sake") and a picture album to store the memories they'd be saving.

Kurt had also been the one to buy the baby milk and food that little Sunny needed, using Puck's pool-cleaning money. He sometimes stayed for dinner, helping Judy cook nice meals and adding a little of his own special cooking expertise to make everything better. He occasionally sang Sunny to sleep, although many times, it involved him trying to outmatch the baby in the loudness department. He had successfully convinced Mr. and Mrs. Fabray that Puck means well, and that he had been a reformed man.

Quinn looked back at everything, and realized she never did thank Kurt properly.

"Kurt, I'm so sorry."

"Oh, no, don't be. Little Sunshine may be kind of wild, but she's not really a big problem," Kurt responded, as he wiped off the trail of drool that ran down Sunny's chin.

"It's not Sunny. It's just that, I realized I haven't even apologized formally for all the mean things I did to you back then. All the rumors I've spread, the stories that circulate every morning about how you masquerade your clothes as originals, but they're actually rip-offs--"

"That was you?"

"I know. I know it's bad, but I'm trying to apologize. I've done a lot of wrong things towards you but you've been generally kind to me, and you're the one who actually tried to talk to me. You didn't ever make something remotely vengeful happen, and you've been giving me a lot of nice tips that I actually look better these days. I think I've been more cruel to you than I've ever been kind, and I regret all those things. I've never been properly a friend to you. I've always whined, always cried, always generally been a nuisance, and yet, you stuck with me. I just think my sorry won't ever be ample enough, 'cause I will always have that mean, evil bitch attitude immortalized in your memories. But I'm sorry."

Quinn took a deep breath. She still wasn't quite done with her speech. "And thanks, too. Thank you for everything. You've been the most amazing person ever, Kurt. I can't thank you enough."

Kurt sat, transfixed, staring at Quinn. Then his blank face broke into a big, warm smile. "Are you done with your speech? You don't have to say sorry, Quinn. I know you care. I know you care, even when you're really horrible. Would I attempt such a terrible deed, leaving you when you needed me the most? And you being my best friend is thanks enough for me."

"Aww, really, Kurt?"

"Really."

Quinn didn't need to question him further, or give more pointless apologies. She felt that Kurt's words were genuine, and knowing him, they were. Quinn leaned in to hug the person she honestly loved the most. The person who she knew would never leave her side no matter what. The person who would never hesitate to give her a hand whenever she needed help.

Quinn Fabray honestly didn't know where it all started. Kurt was kind. Kurt was helpful. Kurt had a good sense of humor and an eye for fashion, plus talent that cannot easily be equalled. She knew she'd never had a chance with him. Ever. But she didn't care. Their relationship was more than perfect. She figured it wouldn't be as great if he really was straight and they were an item, because being gay, Kurt always unconsciously gave Quinn a reason to like him more than she really should. Kurt was everything a girl would want for a best friend.

She never thought she could get along with him. She always thought they would be terrible enemies, throwing unkind comments towards each other. But here they were, the best of friends, inseparable. Spongebob and Patrick. Winnie the Pooh and Piglet. Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn.

Quinn Fabray didn't know the honest origins of her deep-set love and undying friendship with Kurt Hummel. But she figured that it all began with Kurt's generosity and his willingness to comfort her no matter what. Quinn thought it had to do with Kurt's spoiled designer clothes. It had been where their friendship had started, and she was pretty sure most of their more dramatic moments were built up around said clothes.

Both of them knew they had those spoiled designer clothes to thank.

A/n: And that's a wrap! Chapter fourteen and we've got ourselves a complete multichaptered Kurt/Quinn friendship fic! I want to take this opportunity to thank absolutely everyone who reviewed and read this little side project of mine. I'm happy I've made a few people happy, and although this story is filled with inconsistencies and terrible timeline problems (pretty much like Glee, on the timeline part), you still made my day with your lovely comments. I can't thank you guys enough. I think this would pretty much be the best Glee fic I've ever written, although it's too early to tell. I plan on writing a Kurt/Quinn friendship oneshot, so I guess you guys could look out for that (lol, shameless endorsement).

But seriously. Thank you guys for everything and I hope you've enjoyed the whole rollercoaster ride. Bye for now! :)