If this story is familiar to anyone, I did publish it before on a different site with different characters I've just adapted to to Glee

To Better Days

Chapter One

The cold air nips at their faces and the wind whips around their ankles. Luckily the lighter haired girl has thought ahead and put a hat, scarf and gloves on, whilst the brunette stands freezing.

Seeing Rachel's fingers go purple Quinn wraps her own gloved hands around her girlfriend's hands hoping it may warm them up.

"Thanks," says Rachel her teeth chattering.

Quinn simply smiles as a response.

"Do you know what? I'm starting to think this won't be worth it,"

"Why? We're here now,"

"Yes but the estate agent should have been here 15 minutes ago. It's taking the piss!" grunts Rachel, fed up and feeling bitter, not only from the cold.

"Well the house looks nice from the outside," says Quinn trying to look on the bright side.

"Yeah I suppose," comes the unusually short answer.

Rachel suddenly hears a car pull up around the corner.

"This must be him," she smiles her lips looking a little blue.

Unfortunately for them a man with a camera comes around the corner and starts taking pictures.

"Fucking paparazzi!" growls Rachel, loud enough for only Quinn to hear.

Quinn starts to increase the warmth to Rachel's hands but rubbing them between her own hands. Since being famous the pair has been hounded by this particular sort of mob nearly everywhere they go. They're in a band with their best friends, Brittany, Santana and Tina. Their group is called Gleeful, which have been around now for years, selling millions of hit songs and albums. Quinn and Rachel simply started off as friends but a year ago their chemistry was too much to resist and they've been a couple ever since.

"You look a bit cold," shouts another man joining the photographer.

"Yeah seems like it doesn't it," shouts Rachel, not smiling.

"Maybe you should wear a hat!" he replies.

"Right! That's it!" shouts Rachel storming towards the two men.

Whilst knowing they would get a story out of this they can't help but look a little scared as the small brunette with an angry face stomps towards them.

"Rachel!" shouts Quinn pulling her back.

"I've had it. I'm going home!" she shouts staring at Quinn.

At that moment the estate agent walks around the corner with a smile.

"Everything alright ladies?" he asks politely.

Rachel's eyes widen and you can almost see steam coming from her ears.


Chapter Two

As Rachel and Quinn walk into the living room Quinn gasps at the size. A huge smile appears on her face as she spins around in a circle taking it all in.

"Rachel it's beautiful," she gasps rushing over to the window and peering out.

Rachel doesn't seem so convinced and doesn't say anything.

"Oh look, you can see fields from this window. It's great. What do you think?" she grins turning around to face Rachel and the estate agent.

"Well I don't know. I'll have to think about it,"

Quinn makes a 'huh' face and shrugs. She turns back around and stares out of the window again.

Having seen the whole of the 3 bedroom house Quinn is convinced that this is 'the one'.

"Can we have some time alone to discuss it please?" asks Quinn turning round again and speaking to the estate agent.

"Sure, I'll be in the kitchen when you need me," he smiles politely and leaves the girls too it, shutting the door.

"Rachel baby, this is so amazing. It's kind of farm house meets townhouse. It's just what we wanted" grins Quinn moving over to Rachel.

"No, it's what YOU wanted. I don't like the location, it's too far out of the city," replies Rachel looking firm.

"Don't start this again. You were the one that said we should move in together but now you won't even give any leeway to my ideas, it has to be what YOU want!" says Quinn crossing her arms, trying to emphasise her point.

"That's not true. I do listen to your ideas, but we work in New York. And we need to get there easily for the bands sake, so why are we looking miles outside New York? It doesn't make any sense," she says mirroring Quinn's position.

"This is so typical!" huffs Quinn. "You're a damn spoil sport,"

"I don't even know why we're arguing again, because if we can't agree then we can't buy; and if you wouldn't like it we wouldn't be moving in, so this is the way it goes," says Rachel turning away from Quinn in a typical diva tantrum.

"See this is what I mean, we're always arguing, it's affecting our relationship. God only knows why we're moving in together. It's gonna be a disaster," replies Quinn putting her head in her hands.

"Because I know it's a great idea. Look, I know we argue but I still love you," she says turning to look at her girlfriend.

"I know you do and I love you too, but are we doing the right thing?" replies Quinn looking at the brunette and sighing.

"I know we are. We've been together for a year and I've known you for 5 years before that. I know we're doing the right thing," says Rachel walking up to Quinn and planting a kiss on her forehead.

Quinn sighs once again, and looks up at Rachel.

"If you say so," she says and pauses for a second. "Well we might as well get the estate agent back in and tell him we're not going to buy,"

"I'm sorry, but we'll find something we both like I promise," smiles Rachel sadly.

As they leave the house a few more paparazzi have appeared and start frantically to take pictures. Quinn puts on a fake smile and Rachel takes her hand as they walk to the car.