'Quinn...'

No answer.

'Quinn.'

Still no answer.

'Quinn!'

'What, Rachel, what? It is half past two in the morning. What do you want?'

'I can't sleep.'

'Well, bully for you.'

'Quinn...'

'Count sheep or something!'

'That won't help. It's because of the rain.'

'And?'

'And, it's because of the rain.'

'What the hell do you want me to do about it, Berry?'

'Wow, you're cranky early in the morning.'

'Yeah, I am. So you'd better tell me what I'm supposed to do about the bloody rain, so that I can get back to sleep!'

'Make it stop.'

'...how?'

'I don't know. You decide.'

'Ugh. Fine. Rain, rain go away, come back again another day. Preferably when Rachel Berry is not in my bed with me.'

'What are you like, five?'

'Six, actually, I'm six.'

'Hmm...I was pretty clo-'

'Night, Rachel.'

Twenty minutes later...

'Rach...'

No answer.

'Rachel.'

Again no answer.

'Berry!'

'Quinn, go to sleep.'

'I can't.'

'What do you mean, you can't?'

'Exactly that.'

'Ugh...why can't you get to sleep, Quinn?'

'Because you woke me up and since then I haven't been able to get back to sleep!'

'Oh.'

'Don't you 'oh' me, Berry.'

'Sorry.'

'Actually, come to think of it...you do owe me.'

'I do?'

'Yeah.'

'Why? And what do I owe you?'

'Well...seeing as I helped you get back to sleep-'

'Actually, your counting sheep advice did not work at all. It just made me need to pee.'

'...I'm not even gonna ask. But, yeah, you owe me Dimples.'

'Fine. What the hell do you want me to do about it, Fabray?'

'That was a terrible impression, even if I do say so myself.'

'Get to the point, Quinn. What do I owe you?'

'I think you know...' Quinn stoked the small of Rachel's back softly.

'Now?'

'Yes.'

'No.'

'No?'

'No.'

'Just no?'

'Yes.'

'You're saying yes now?'

'Quinn!'

'Sorry. Please, sweetie, I'm so bored!'

'Fine. But we're only doing it once.'

Quinn raised her eyebrows skeptically.

'What?'

'Rach never, in the history of our whole relationship, have we ever done it just once.'

'Really?'

'Really.'

'Interesting.'

'So...'

'Fine. We can do it twice then.'

'Twice? That's all?'

'Quinn Fabray if you do not-!'

'Ooh, you're angry. It's always more tiring when you're angry.'

'Quinn, are you saying I'm boring?'

'No! I am saying the exact opposite of that. By saying "tiring" I'm saying that I will be tired at the end because you're a lot...wild when you're angry. It's a good thing if you really-'

'God, you ramble more than me sometimes.'

'You love it.'

'Do I?'

'Yes, you do.'

'I do. I'm still angry though, but I suppose I am awake now so...'

'Thank God for that. Are you ready?'

'Babe, I'm always ready.'

A considerable amount of time later, in which the two girls did it three times because, to use Quinn's words it was, "Third time lucky."

'That was pretty rough, Berry. Even for you.'

'Do I detect a hint of a compliment, Quinn?'

'Maybe. Maybe not. Either way I'm definitely gonna sleep now.'

'Well, I'm glad to be of assistance.'

'It was some pretty hot assistance, too. When you did that thing with your fingers where you-'

'Quinn, I know. I was there.'

'Yeah, but still. It's different when you're recieving it's-'

'Good night, Quinn.'

'Night, Rach.'

Ten minutes later...

'Quinn...'

'For fuck's sake Berry!'