Somebody was knocking at the door of the apartment, which was odd because she wasn't expecting anybody. Kurt was away in his room working on something for Vogue and Santana didn't have friends in New York City yet. But nonetheless Rachel opened the door and there was the blonde standing in her doorway. Quinn Fabray didn't even stop to say hi, she just walked right past Rachel.

"Uh, hi Quinn," Rachel offered.

"Oh. Hi," Quinn stopped for a brief second, but then kept walking.

"What are you doing at my apartment?" She asked. Not that she didn't want to see Quinn, it's
just that she was suppose to be at Yale. Very rarely did she ever stop to make visits. Very rarely.

"It's not just your apartment. Santana lives here too."

"Oh..." Rachel never thought about that. Still, for Quinn to come while she did not have a break was odd. As far as she knew, they didn't hang out that much before when Santana was in college. Quinn just kept walking into Santana's room and ended the conversation. Rachel was still puzzled so she decided to bother Kurt.

"Kurt," she said at his door.

"I'm busy!" She heard him yell.

"It's important!" Rachel insisted. She heard Kurt get up and then saw his face at the door. She knew he must be hard at work, he didn't even do his hair today.

"What is it?"

"Quinn's here!"

"So?" Kurt didn't see why this was important.
"Why is she here?"
"Do you not want her here?" He asked.
"No! I don't care! But she never use to come all the way from Yale to New York City! Why is she here, Kurt!?" Rachel explained.
"I don't know, she's probably going to come around to see Santana," Kurt shrugged.
"Since when do her and Santana visit all the time?" Rachel asked.
"Probably since they slept together," Kurt said with a shrug.
Rachel's jaw dropped, "They're not sleeping together!"
Kurt smirked, "How do you know?" He was obviously joking, but Rachel was known to take everything seriously.
"Because they would tell me!"
"Why would they tell you?" Kurt asked.
"Because Quinn and I are friends!"
"When's the last time you had a conversation with Quinn?"
Rachel thought for a moment. It was true, ever since they graduated she never really talked to Quinn unless they both ended up in Lima at the same time. "Well...Santana and I are friends!"
"Please, you're barely civil roommates," Kurt rolled his eyes.
"We are friends, Kurt! And so are Quinn and I! They would tell me if they were sleeping together!" Rachel whined.
"I'm sure they would. Why don't you go ask them about it and let me get back to my project," Kurt knew this would keep Rachel busy for hours. It killed her to not know something. Even though Kurt really doubted that Quinn would ever sleep with her best friend, it was still a way to keep Rachel from bothering him and keep him entertained as he watched Rachel try to figure it out. Don't get him wrong, he loved living with his best friend, but when she wasn't in class - she often got bored. And that's when bored diva Rachel came out. So Kurt watched Rachel go deep into thought, developing theories, and start walking towards their door.

***

"I brought cookies!" Rachel stood at Santana's door. But before she or Quinn could answer, she whipped open the door. "I KNEW..." She expected to see Quinn laid out across the bed naked, and Santana stripping seductively while porn music played in the background. But instead, they were both laying on the bed (clothed) looking at something on Santana's laptop. "Oh." She said, awkwardly.

They both just stared at her, then Santana said, "What are you doing, freak?"
"I brought you cookies!" Rachel tried to cover up.
"Why did you find it necessary to almost rip my door off?"
"Uh, well, I'm sorry! But I thought you might be doing... something else," Rachel said the last part a bit uncomfortably.
Quinn and Santana both looked at eachother then started laughing, "Don't worry, Berry," Santana said through laughs, "I'm not trying to steal your girlfriend."
"Quinn and I have no romantic relationship whatsoever, thank you very much," Rachel tried to explain to her.
"Then why do you care so badly about what we do behind closed doors?" Santana raised her eyebrow.
"I don't care! I just like to know who is having sex in my apartment," Rachel told her, sounding a bit defensive.
"It's not your just your apartment, Rachel. I'm allowed to have sex in here without you knowing. Even if I was having lady sex with Quinn, it's not your business. You don't always need to be in everybody's business!" Santana told her.
"So you are having sex with Quinn?" Rachel asked.
"It's none of your business, Berry! Now leave!" Santana started to yell and Rachel knew that was her que to leave.

"Well, I'm sorry. But I did bring you cookies. I won't bother you again," and with that Rachel left the room, feeling a bit defeated and slightly disappointed. She was hoping she'd find some kind of gossip that would remind her slightly as high school. Sometimes she missed the petty high school drama. She missed her friends, too and now it felt like Quinn didn't even care about her. She also felt like something else was bothering her, but she couldn't quite place it. She decided to just retire to her bedroom and read a book about old musical theatre to keep her mind occupied for the time being.

Back in Santana's room, Quinn and her were still looking at her laptop and discussing the Rachel encounter.

"How does she know we slept together?" Quinn asked, worriedly.

"She probably doesn't. She just jumps to conclusions. Besides, even if she does, why do you care?" Santana questioned.

"I don't care, I'm just curious."

"Don't want your girlfriend to know you're cheating on her?" Santana smirked.

Quinn had come accustomed to Santana making jokes about her and Rachel dating, so she just ignored it. "The last thing I want is for her to go and telling everybody back in Lima, I guess."

"This isn't high school anymore, we're allowed to have sex lives now. Most adults do."

"Most adults don't sleep with their best friend," Quinn countered.

"You'd be surprised..." Santana said.

"Well, whatever. It was just a 2 time thing. I don't want people to think I'm a lesbian."

"Relax, chica," Santana said, "Nobody's going to think you're a raging lesbian unless you go out and get a dyk spike now and start wearing flannels." Quinn laughed and Santana changed the subject to the disgusting sweater on her computer, which she pointed out would be something Rachel would wear.

The weeks went by and every weekend Quinn would end up in New York City cooked up in Santana's room. The more times Quinn walked her blonde hair into the apartment, the closer Rachel's frustration got to exploding. She knew there was something was going on with them. No matter how close of friends, they did not travel a couple hours every weekend. Rachel hated to not be in the inside circle, especially when it was going on inside her own apartment!

Kurt's door was open for once, so Rachel walked in and plopped herself on the bed with a deep sigh.

"Can I help you, Ms. Berry?" Kurt asked, clearly use to the overdramatics of Rachel.

Rachel sat up, "Do you know how many times Quinn has walked through that door?"

"Uhm.." Kurt thought before Rachel jumped in.

"16 times. That's 16 weeks she's came to visit Santana and barely say a word to either of us! Tell me nothing is going on between them?" Rachel told him.

"Nothing is going on," Kurt continued to his Vogue magazine.

"You're the one that said from the beginning you thought they were sleeping together!"

"I was kidding, Rachel! They're just close friends."

"Finn doesn't come to visit me every weekend!"

Kurt raised his eyebrow, "You two are a little closer than friends."

"No we're not!"

"Right, friends that have Skype sex every night?" Kurt pressured.

"How do you know.." Rachel thought out loud, then shook her head, "And even then he doesn't come to visit me all the time!"

"It's funny that somebody's friendship is better than somebody's relationship," Kurt said.

Rachel ignored Kurt's comment, her and Finn weren't even dating. Sometimes, she just got lonely. "Something is going on!" She told Kurt, "And I'm going to figure it out! Maybe Santana's going through a drug addiction and Quinn is here to help her through it," Rachel thought out loud, "Or maybe Santana's pregnant and Quinn is here for support, or maybe Quinn isn't doing well in school and is on the verge of failing out and Santana is helping her!"

"Or maybe," Kurt cut in, "She's just visiting her best friend."

"Something is going on, Kurt. And I'm going to be the one to figure it out," Rachel said, now standing up with her arms folded across her chest.

"You go girl," Kurt said dully, " What are you going to do once you figure it out? Write to the New York Times?"

"No! I'll just be self satisfied that I figured it out."

"Rachel, why do you care so much? Why does it matter?"

"Because it's something I don't know. You know I don't like it when I don't know something."

"Right, well, good luck with that. But I doubt Santana is going to let you investigate her for very long before you receive a black eye.

"
"If she has nothing to hide, she shouldn't care," Rachel said.

"She'll care, because you're being ridiculous."

"I'm not being ridiculous! It's perfectly reasonable for me to be curious about what's going on in my own apartment!" And with that, Rachel left Kurt to his room, who just continued to read Vogue.

***

The next week Rachel kept a careful eye on Santana. Whether it meant constantly checking her eyes for pupil dilation, or 'accidently' bumping into her to check for a baby bump. She even peaked into the bathroom a few times to check her naked body. But Rachel still came up with nothing, except Santana growing more annoyed with her.

Friday morning rolled around and Santana and Rachel were both at the table. Santana was eating a bowl of Lucky Charms and Rachel was eating an apple, while staring at Santana.

"Rachel, you're staring at me again."

"Sorry," Rachel said sheepishly.

"Freak," Santana muttered and went back to reading the back of the cereal box.

"Is Quinn coming over for the weekend?" Rachel asked.

"Why do you care?" Santana asked.

"I don't! Just curious!" Rachel said, defensively. Why did everybody think she cared, she didn't care. Why wasn't she allowed to be curious?

"Yes, she is. In fact, she's going to be here a lot during the summer," Rachel made a mental note of the date, it was early May now, which meant colleges would be letting out for the summer soon.

"But why?" Rachel asked.

"Do you have a problem with it, diva?" Santana asked.

"No! But doesn't Quinn have her own family that might miss her?"

"Are we talking about the same Quinn Fabray? Everybody knew she wanted to get out of Lima the second she got a chance."

Rachel sighed, "I guess you're right." Santana got up to put her bowl in the sink, and Rachel followed. She 'accidently' bumped into her hand 'accidentally' brushed up against her stomach.

"What the fuck are you doing freak?" Santana asked.

"Sorry! A bit clumsy this morning!" Rachel said, apologetically.

"You've been driving me more loco than usual lately. What the hell is up with you?" Santana asked and Rachel got a bit scared. Santana was speaking in spanish, which usually meant she was angry.

"What do you mean?" She tried to plead innocently.

"Please, don't play that game with me, punta. You've been constantly staring at me, always asking me where I'm going, and I think that's about the 50th time this week you bumped into me!" Santana told her.

"Santana," Rachel shook her head, "You're being ridiculous and making things up. Why is that? Is there something you're hiding?" Rachel tried to turn the table.

"No! You're the one being weird! Now stop coming up with theories in your head, leave Quinn and I alone, and go back to being a hopeless theatre major."

"I didn't say anything about Quinn!" Rachel rejected.

"We both know that's what this is about. I don't know what problem you have with her, but she's my friend, Rachel. She can come here anytime she wants."

"She never visited you in college," Rachel mumbled.

"I will admit she has been spending a lot of time around me, but people do start to miss their old life. And let's be real, I'm pretty hard to not miss," Santana said cockily.

"So you admit its weird?"

"Maybe a bit out if the ordinary, but no reason to stalk me!"

Rachel decided that bothering Santana was going to get her nowhere but maybe the emergency room, so she decided it was better to leave her alone. She could try to talk to Quinn again, they were friends..sort of. They hadn't talked since high school, but if they were true friends time shouldn't affect the value of their friendship, right? Or maybe Kurt was right and she was just making up a bunch of stuff in her head out of boredom. But whatever the matter was, talking to Quinn was definitely the next step.