Spotlight - Glee

Chapter 44 - I Need To Change My Locks

"Remember those walls I built? Well, baby, they're tumbling down. And they didn't even put up a fight. They didn't even make a sound." - Halo (Beyoncé)

"Hey you," Quinn greeted, walking slowly into Violette's room to find said girl cocooned in her blanket, staring blankly at the wall.

"Hi," Violette sighed, not moving from her little ball of despair.

"I thought you would be over mono by now. We had it so many times freshmen year I would have assumed we'd be immune by now," Quinn joked, sitting at the edge of Violette's bed and intentionally leaving out the part where it was the two girls that kept giving one another mono.

"No, I'm better now, just wish people would stop breaking into my house," Violette joked half-heartedly.

"Jamie let me in on her way out," Quinn corrected carefully, wondering who else might have been breaking into Violette's house and shooting Violette a concerned glance.

"Oh, right, forgot she was home," Violette muttered, still not used to Jamie being home so much again.

Things had been good for the sisters after the rest of the Donovan family moved back to Lima, but then Jamie started dating a guy with his own place and, stuck in her honeymoon phase, accidentally left her younger sister behind. Violette understood, of course. Her siblings had their own lives and they weren't little kids anymore, but it had never stopped her from wishing they could go back to those days.

Regardless of the previous distance, however, Jamie had begun spending most days at the Donovan house after the little hospital trip Violette refused to talk about. Violette had managed to do the one thing she swore she wouldn't: worry the people she cared about. Violette now swore she wouldn't let it happen twice.

"If you're not sick, what's the problem?" Quinn asked, drawing Violette's attention back to their conversation.

Rather than replying immediately, Violette rolled onto her back, aggressively kicking some of the blanket off of her as she sighed dramatically.

"I'm bored," she answered with a pout.

"You're bored?" Quinn questioned in disbelief, unable to help the small chuckle that left her lips as Violette continued to pout.

"I have no Cheerios, no Glee, what am I supposed to do with my life?" Violette asked, whining in annoyance as she began to glare frustratedly at the ceiling of her bedroom.

"Maybe you could get out of bed and get ready so we can go to school," Quinn suggested, respositioning her hands so she could lean over Violette a little more, making eye contact with the girl and subtly raising a single brow.

"Sounds boring," Violette huffed, letting her head loll to the side so she could better stare at Quinn and not bothering to argue that she had already gotten ready and had simply returned to bed when she got bored. Besides, staring at Quinn sounded a lot less boring than going to school, and it seemed Quinn wasn't going to stop staring back anytime soon. A brief silence fell between the girls as Violette propped herself up on her elbows and Quinn unconsciously leant closer to the brunette.

"You're staring, bub," Quinn spoke softly with a teasing smile, as she continued to stare at Violette.

"You started it," Violette whispered back, blinking slowly at the other girl and trying to ignore the swarm of butterflies that had suddenly taken flight in her stomach. Quinn's long blonde hair began to fall in her face and Violette shifted to tuck a piece of it behind her ear, a light blush rising on Quinn's cheeks at the feather light touch of Violette Donovan.

Quinn could have thought of a witty reply to Violette's words, but then her eyes flickered down to Violette's lips, parted ever so slightly as if in anticipation, and the words lying at the tip of her tongue suddenly didn't matter.