Fabray household

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(Yes, I'm lazy ;D)

"Nu-uh you will miss breakfast" I said, running and jumping on her. "I'll do a cheer for you and then you can't fall back asleep."I added.

I groaned again as I sat up, my hair all over the place like usual. "Okay, okay. I'm up..." I mummbled, half asleep. I hadnt slept much last night, for many reasons but when i did get to sleep I was completely unconcious.

When Quinn re-entered the room Pippa was brushing the wild mess that was her hair. "You sure do like pestering people" I joked, laughing.

"I pester because I'm the only one who gets up apart from manhands" I counter winking and tapping on my phone.

"Rachel may hate me, but she's not that bad..." I laughed, putting my hair up in a nice, little ponytail & sliding in a hair band.

I'm up, I'm up.

Sam sent the text to his girlfriend before collapsing back onto his bed.

I followed Quinn downstairs, smiling & got my breakfast. I was grateful for her & her mothers hospitality.

I ate my share of pancakes slowly and sipped some water before standing up. "You coming to get ready?" I asked, picking my phone up and putting it in my pocket.

"Of Corse" I laughed, finishing my pancakes & standing up as well.

I smiled and walked through the house and up the stairs to my room where I stopped and turned around, "So.. How did you sleep?" I asked.

"Yes, I know dad!" I sighed as he opened my door for me and handed me my crutches. "Dad, I broke my leg. I didn't damage my ability to function." I sighed again and used the crutches to pull myself out of the car and upright. I reached back in for my bag and slung it over my shoulder, balancing on my good leg. "Loveyoubye!" I said quickly before kissing my dad on the cheek. I'd gotten used to the crutches. Arms, swing, leg. Arms, swing, leg. It was actually quite fun. Unless you were in school. Then it becomes less fun. I started walking up toward the Fabrays' door on Dudley Road when I stopped and turned. "You can go, now dad." I smiled. He didn't look sure but he got back in the car and drove away. I hopped up to the front door and pressed the bell.

"Hey, Q." I laughed slightly at her enthusiasm. "I feel a lot better, too." I smiled. "But, hey, you look chipper again." I noted, added to her excitement and enthusiasm, yep, Quinn Fabray was definitely better.

"Thank you" I said stepping aside and letting my best friend come in. "I got the horror movies we decided on too" I added as she crutcheled (OOC: word?) herself in.

[Drag me to hell??]

[AAHHHH!!!! OMG okay so Becca is TOTALLY not wearing earrings in this topic >.> ahem and idk if crutcheted is a word ]

I smiled as I hopped past Quinn into her huge house. Well, a lot bigger than ours, anyway. I'd been here before but it never failed to surprise me. I had decided on a purple cast while in the hospital because with every outfit, I always wore something purple. Today, that tradition was not broken, I was wearing (a)purple sneaker, white denim shorts and a purple tank top, because even if it was unnaturally cold for May, crutcheting() around when you're not used to it properly tires you out. A lot.

I hopped up the stairs quickly--stairs are my strong point. I had stairs at home, stairs at school, stairs everywhere. I followed Quinn across the landing to her door.

I hopped into Quinn's room and slid my bag off my shoulder and put it on the floor in the corner of the room along with my crutches. I literally hopped on my good leg and perched on the edge of Quinn's bed because trying to stand without crutches for a while would have been an epic fail. Even for someone like me who's most often thought was 'wow, the epicness of that fail is too much to comprehend'.