Summary: Quinn Fabray thinks her life couldn't get any worse when she's shipped off to live with her batty grandmother for three months whilst her mum goes travelling. But she is proven wrong when she finds out Rachel 'Gold Star' Berry is staying in the exact same small town as her. Realising that this girl will probably be the only relatively normal company she'll have for the next few months, the blonde decides to bury the hatchet (Quinn figured it was best to refer to it as "the hatchet" rather than "the fact she has tried to steal my boyfriend on countless occasions") and try and get along with the diva. Rachel finds herself unable to resist the Fabray charm, and the girls embark upon a short but sweet friendship. But, as emotions get tied and heart get mangled, the two realise that a lot can happen in three months.
Pairings(both past and present): Rachel/Quinn. Quinn/Finn. Rachel/Finn.
Warnings: Sex-scenes and strong language.
Rating: M-rated for the language used and some scenes involving 'adult material'.

A/N: Quinn and Finn are not together in this. Both girls are single. Just so you know...

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Chapter 1.

The taxi pulled up outside the large manor house and Quinn looked up at it through the window. It looked the same as it always did; old and shaky, as if it was going to fall down at any moment. The blonde pulled in a lungful of air, as if she was preparing herself mentally for the next three months to come. When the cheerleader was younger, she used to love coming here. Sitting out in the quiet fields all day making daisy chains, laying in the long grass until the moon hung above her head, visiting the small village where everyone knew her name; she never wanted to leave. But now she couldn't seem to think of anything at all that made her stay here seem more appetising.

'How much do I owe you?'

She paid the taxi-driver and got out of the car. Dragging her luggage from the boot Quinn made her way up the slowly sloping path towards the house.

She knocked once.

No answer.

She knocked again.

Still no answer.

Sighing exasperatedly the blonde pulled a hand warily through her hair, twisted the door handle, and made her way into the house. The floorboards creaked as she made her way into the old house. 'Gran?' She called. Again, there was no answer as the cheerleader made her way further into the building. Making her way around a sharp corner Quinn stepped out into a wide kitchen. It hadn't changed at all since she'd last been, which was over a year ago, with the same tiles, same flooring and the same ancient wireless residing on top of the microwave.

'Gran?' Quinn turned her head to the left and located the old woman sat clutching a cup of tea and facing the opposite wall to Quinn. 'Gran.' She repeated, placing a hand on her grandmother's shoulder. She jumped and twisted round in her chair, clutching her heart in shock.

'Quinn!' She cried. 'I didn't hear you come in!'

'Sorry. I knocked and there was no answer, so I just let myself in.'

'It's quite all right, dear.' The batty woman patted Quinn's hand vaguely. 'My hearing is...' she went quiet whilst she sought for the right words, 'not quite what it used to be.'

Quinn smiled and glanced down at her watch. It was seven o'clock. 'Have you had any tea yet, Gran?'

Her gran pondered for a moment. 'No...no I don't think so.'

'You started to cook anything?'

'I can't remember, check the cooker and see. I'm not, uh...not quite with it today.'

The cheerleader smiled, taking her hand out from underneath her grandmother's. The face of the matter was that this lady hadn't been "quite with it" every day for the past three years. Ever since she'd turned seventy her memory seemed to deteriorate pretty quickly. When any member asked if she should perhaps go to the doctors about it, she would just clam up and snap that she was perfectly capable, and that they should stop fussing. Quinn walked over to the cooker and found there was nothing in it at all. Opening the cupboard doors in search of something edible, Quinn began to cook tea. As she was cooking her gran kept talking and talking and talking at her, and Quinn would respond with the odd laugh and the occasional "Yes, Gran".

It wasn't until her Gran said a name the blonde recognise that she really paid attention to what the old woman was saying. 'I'm sorry, what you did you just say?'

'A girl.' Her grandmother repeated. 'Staying next door for the next three months. Her name is Rachel...something. I think Cherry, possibly. Yes, Rachel Cherry.'

'Rachel Berry?'

'Why? What did I say?'

'Rachel Cherry.'

'What's the difference?' Her Gran asked inquisitively.

Quinn grinned and shook her head. 'Doesn't matter, Gran.'

'So, do you know this girl then?' The batty old woman asked. 'Are you going to speak to her?'

'Yeah, I know her she goes to my school. And I doubt that very much, we don't really get on.'

'Well that's a shame.' Her Gran did sound genuinly disappointed. 'She was very pretty, you know. Especially for a girl with such a Jew nose...'

'Gran!'

'What?'

'You can't say that, that's really offensive!'

'Oh poppy-cock. Nobody can hear me can they?'

'Well, no but-'

'Then it doesn't matter, does it? What they can't hear can't hurt them.'

Quinn grinned to herself and turned back around, as started to prepare the food once again she said, 'You really are one in a million, Gran.'

'Rach!' Rachel's father yelled up the stairs.

'What?' Rachel shouted back down, she stopped unpacking and stepped out of her room onto the landing.

'Come down and say hello to our new neighbour please!'

Rachel groaned inwardly and tramped down the stairs. Meeting her two fathers at the door they introduced her to an old, mad-looking woman who shook her hand vigorusly.

'Ooh, you know my grandaughter is coming to stay with me for a while because her mum is going travelling. You look about her age; you might know her.'

'Really?' Rachel asked, 'what's her name?'

'Quinn Fabray.' Rachel felt her eyes widen, there was a dull thud in her stomach. 'I take it by your expression that you know her?'

'Y-yes, I know who she is. She goes to my school.' Rachel tried to smile, but only managed a pained grimace.

'Oh, good! You two will get along just fine then.' The woman smiled happily.

'Yeah...sure.' Rachel lied. The truth was, in fact, that

'Anway, I must be off. I think I've left something in the oven so...'

'Okay, well thank you for stopping by. It was nice to meet you.'

'You too. Bye!'

'Goodbye.' Rachel's daddy said, as Rachel turned to make her way back up the stairs. Her daddy watched the old woman make her way up the path before closing the door. 'You know, I'm sure she's just turned and gone the wrong way...' he said thoughtfully. 'So I take it this is the Quinn Fabray then?'

'Yes.'

'The one that bullies you?'

'Actually, she doesn't so much bully me anymore...she just doesn't acknowledge by existance at all now.'

'Oh.' Her daddy sounded confused. 'How come?'

'I tried to steal her boyfriend.'

'Rachie, that's not-'

'I know, daddy. I know.' A lightbulb idea suddenly came on in Rachel's head. 'I might apologise to her at some point during this holiday, actually.'

'There is no "might" about it, young lady! You will apologise to that girl, I know it's more than she's ever done to you...but try to be the bigger person.'

Rachel nodded. 'Okay, I promise I will...' then she added quietly to herself, 'at some point anyway.'