Title: Maybe She Doesn't Need that Map After All (One-shot)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn, Faberry
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Glee. I'll let you know when I'm rich enough to buy it off of RM/Fox.
Summary: Quinn and Rachel are awkward and trying to sleep.
Quinn sighs.
It would be the tenth sigh today.
She turns from her desk to look at her bed, where Rachel lays like she owns it.
Quinn's about to say something, but pauses when she fully notices how Rachel looks.
She sleeps like a tootsie roll, coiled into a tight ball, like a rolly polly; looking harmless while she sleeps.
She's silent, for once, and her dark eyelashes cast pretty shadows over her cheeks.
Rachel's chest rises and falls in the pink nightshirt that Quinn lent her(Patterned with little lambs, Quinn guiltily loves the naiveté she inhales, and the innocence she exhales.)
She sleeps curled up, knees pressed tightly to her chest, like she was expecting someone to Slushie her. Protective and guarded, even in her slumber.
Quinn thinks that Rachel's light snoring, which she knows that Rachel would never admit to doing, is cute for a moment, before deciding that it was Rachel.
And, if there was one thing Rachel wasn't, it was cute.
Shaking her head, Quinn says, "Wake up."
There's a muffled groan from the brunette on the bed.
Quinn sighs, again.
Make that eleven sighs today.
She gets up and walks to the bed.
"Berry, wake up," She says as she shakes her, "I don't want you drooling all over my bed."
Dazed, but now awake, Rachel stifles a yawn and sits up. She rubs her eyes, trying to rid herself of the sleepiness, and Quinn thinks that it's okay to stare a little bit now, because she doesn't have to look her in the eyes.
The blonde didn't expect Rachel to drop her hands and look her in the eyes when she did.
"Yes, Quinn?"
"You're sleeping on my side of the bed."
"Oh," She shifts to the other side, "Better?"
Quinn nods and lies down.
She isn't sure how they got here, to this place between enemies and friends, but they were here. She thinks she should maybe try and talk to the other girl, or maybe she should fall asleep. Quinn had never been great at navigating life's more unclear moments.
"Quinn?" Rachel says, interrupting her confusion.
"Yeah?"
"Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
And they're quiet again.
It feels like hours since she last said something, but she's still awake.
Her leg, on the other hand, wasn't.
That's the problem with sharing a bed, Quinn thinks, especially one that small.
She shifts awkwardly, trying not to touch Rachel, but it doesn't help her leg any.
Exasperated, she rolls over and ends up face to face with Rachel, who happens to be awake.
Quinn feels her cheeks heat up, and she swears that Rachel is smirking.
"Hey." Quinn rasps.
"Hi."
"My leg fell asleep." She explains.
Quinn can feel tiny breaths of air on her skin, stealing her own.
"Rachel?"
"Yes?"
She doesn't know what to say, and she feels Rachel shift a little and swears she moved closer.
"What're you doing?" Quinn backs up.
"My arm was falling asleep."
She swears that the younger girl was messing with her.
She scoots forward a bit more, and Quinn scoots backwards a bit more, until there's nowhere left to scoot but off the bed.
Now she thinks that they're somewhere between enemies and more than friends.
Maybe she should invest in a map because every moment of her life was getting more and more unclear.
She moves forward until hers and Rachel's lips are nearly touching, and then Rachel closes the distance.
It was brief, but it was sweet, and Quinn thinks that it's one of those moments she wants to keep forever.
Maybe in a snow globe, though she's not sure how thoughts, feelings, and little uncontrollable spasms of "yes" would translate when shaken up.
"Rachel?"
"Yes?"
"Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Quinn."
And the girls sleep.