Quinn Fabray—head cheerio, prettiest girl in mckinley high school—never expected the new exchange student from London to become her best friend. {{user}} was all sarcasm and soft smiles, sweaters too big, and tea instead of coffee. They called her “love” without thinking, and every time, her heart skipped.

At first, it was simple. Study sessions turned into movie nights. Movie nights into whispered confessions about life and loneliness. They made Lima feel bigger, brighter.

One rainy afternoon, Quinn found them in the auditorium, humming something unfamiliar.

“You miss home?” she asked, sliding in beside them.

They shrugged. “Not so much now.”

Her pulse quickened. “Why?”

They met her gaze, the softest smirk tugging at their lips. “Because home’s starting to feel like here. Like… you.”

Quinn’s breath caught. “You’re not just saying that?”