A/N: Just a little thing I came up with.
It's no secret that being Rachel Berry's "kind of" friend isn't easy. Ever since after Sectionals, Quinn has had a short, rambling, semi-annoying diva attached to her hip. If it was just in the hallways or just at lunch, that would have been fine. But since fate, and the people who write up schedules hate Quinn for some odd reason, she shares every single class with her new friend.
So Monday through Friday, she spends 8 straight hours with Rachel, and while she's not annoying enough to make Quinn want to punch her in the mouth anymore, some days she just feels like ripping out her hair.
Like today. They're both sprawled out on Quinn's bed, Rachel's nose buried in her Trig book and Quinn immersed in Jane Eyre, which was on their AP English book list. Rachel chews on the end of her pencil and makes a frustrated whimper/groan at the numbers stamped on the page. A finger pokes at Quinn's calf and she tears her eyes from her book to glance at the frustrated Rachel. "Quinn? Would you mind helping me with this?"
Quin can't help but laugh a little bit. Normally, it would be her asking Rachel for help. Rachel excels at most everything.
Except math.
Everything and anything having to do with any kind of math, she's terrible at.
Quinn barely looks at the problem. "Just find the missing angle."
"I know that. But how?" The annoyance in her voice is very uncharacteristic.
"The formula is right there in your book," Quinn delves back into her story. "Figure it out."
She does as she's told, mumbling obscenities under her breath and scribbling furiously in her notebook.
"Someone's a little upset," Quinn chuckles under her breath.
"Someone wouldn't be upset if Someone #2 would help them with their homework."
Quinn rolls her eyes.
"Help me!"
"No."
"Why not?" Rachel Berry apparently isn't above begging. "Please?"
"Because you didn't say Simon Says." She still had some of her sarcasm, thank God.
Rachel stops talking, and Quinn lets out a small sigh of relief at the silence, focusing on her book once more and hoping for no more interruptions.
No such luck.
"Rachel says to help her with her homework."
Quinn's book flops down to her lap. "You can't be serious."
Rachel just gives her a does-it-look-like-I'm-joking look, and Quinn flips over, sliding on her stomach up next to Rachel and looking down at the book next to her. "Look, here. Opposite over hypotenuse. And adjacent over hypotenuse. That should give you that angle." Her finger points to the triangle.
They both flip their heads towards each other at the same time. Slowly, Rachel's smile of thanks disappears until they're both just staring at each other with blank expressions on their faces.
"Um-"
"Rachel-Rachel says close your eyes."
A nervous chuckle bubbles out of Quinn before she can stop it. "What?" she asks, even though her eyes are already drifting closed.
When there's no sign of movement for a few seconds, she clears her throat, "Quinn wants to know what's going on."
"We're playing Rachel Says, not Quinn." the voice comes from closer than Quinn expects and she's suddenly hyper aware of everything around her, including the soft puffs of Rachel's breath on her lips. Eyes still closed, she says, "Wait, Rachel, what are you-"
"Kiss me." Quinn doesn't answer, instead blindly leaning forward and finding soft lips.
Fireworks, explosions go off in her head. God, why haven't all her kisses felt like this?
A soft giggle makes Quinn's eyes flutter open, and she's met with Rachel, worrying her lip between her teeth.
"You lose," Rachel whispers, and to save herself from the victory speech that she's sure she can hear coming, Quinn leans forward again and...yeah.
Fireworks.
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A/N: Yeah. Just some fun little one-shots for a bit until I get another idea that can be stretched into a multi-chaptered fic.
