Chapter 2

Quinn's POV

"Rachel what are you doing!?" I had to yell to be heard under the heavy rain.

She didn't answer me, she was to busy trying to catch the flying sheets of paper that were coming straight from the three boxes on the floor.

"Rach-" I was cut by a thunderbolt and the lighting that followed.

"Rachel we need to get inside!" I yelled once more.

"My music! I need to get my music!" she said to me, still trying to catch completely soaked sheets of paper.

A second lighting made me jump, which I took as a cue to quickly get inside, paper sheets or not.

I practically had to carry her inside while she was yelling about her life being ruined and dead singers that would come to haunt her, but eventually I got both of us in the school.

I was completely soaked and freezing.

God I hate rain.

Looking up after taking off my jacket, I realised I was in the auditorium, I had never realised there was an exit straight to the parking lot. I guess I haven't spend enough time in here.

Then I remembered, I'm not alone. Rachel is glued to the door, mumbling incoherent words, looking through the small window of the exit.

If someone had just come in at that moment and saw the look on her face they would certainly have thought that it was her own dying father that was outside under the rain and not some stupid music sheets.

And just like that, without any real explanation, as per usual, I got angry.

"What the fuck Berry!? Were you trying to get us kill out there!? " I snapped.

She jumped at my words then looked at me as if I had just appeared from nowhere.

"Quinn? What are you doing here?" she asked with a very confused look plastered on her face.

"I just saved your ass, that's what I'm doing here!" I seemed to get more and more worked up by the second.

"No, I mean, what are you doing here, at school?"

I thought for a second about telling her the truth but quickly reminded myself that she was the last person I wanted to talk to about my life and she was certainly the last one who would want to hear about it.

"I was just passing with my car." I lied "What are you doing here, apart from being stupid enough to go out in a storm?"

"I-I rehearse for glee club every Wednesday and Friday nights, and I just wanted to get my..." As if she needed a reminder she looked back through the window with the saddest look.

"Would you forget about those damn sheets! They're gone, they're dead! Get over it!" I snapped again.

She looked away from the window back to me, she wasn't pleased and I was expecting a diva outburst by any second, and of course, I wasn't disappointed.

"Excuse me for caring about my work! Those aren't simply sheets, they're my world! It took me years to build that collection so excuse me if I take a second to be fucking upset about it!" she yelled.

Hearing her cursed surprised me a little, like somehow I had uncovered a part of her she very rarely shows. She's usually the one who does that to me, not the other way around. Not that I felt proud or anything, but I felt less vulnerable, which made me calm down a little bit.

"Fine I'm sorry. But I'm not spending the night here and frankly neither should you. Call your parents." My tone was firm but not cold. I really didn't want to spend the beginning of my weekend at school, it was way too depressing.

"I don't have a phone." her voice was small. I could tell she already felt guilty for yelling a minute ago, which made it almost impossible to stay mad at her.

"Here, take mine." I handed her my phone, she took it hesitantly.

"Don't you want to call your mom first?" she asked me cautiously as if I could snap at her again any second.

"She's out of town. Call your dads." I stepped away from her to get my jacket which was hanging on one of the seat in the front row, I tried emptying the pockets while Rachel dialed the number.

"Daddy? -Yeah, yeah I'm fine. -no I'm still at school, I got caught in the storm but Quinn helped me back inside. -yes she's with me. -are you sure? -well I guess we can but-yes, you're right. -no her mom is out of town-okay-okay, I love you too-I'll see you in the morning, bye." she ended the call.

"In the morning?" I asked, knowing exactly what it meant but somehow didn't want it to be true.

"Yes, daddy said that we can't go out in the storm and even less drive in it. We have to wait till the morning, it's supposed to calm down during the night. Don't worry, we're safe here."

Safe? Speak for yourself!

The idea of spending the entire night in an empty school, with a storm outside, with Rachel Berry absolutly terrified me. Not only because I tend to stay away from any situation that could occur in an horror movie, but also because I have no idea how to act around this girl, even less talk to her for more than a few seconds. The last time we had a real conversation, I was pregnant with Beth and Finn had just discovered he wasn't the father. It seems like a lifetime ago.

"We should start getting settled." her voice brought me out of my thoughts. "Do you want to stay in the auditorium or go somewhere else?"

I really didn't care where I was going to spend this awful night, but the auditorium with is big lights and a clear view of the exits, just in case a maniac had escaped, seemed like the safest place right now.

"The auditorium is fine." I answered casually. "We can get a mattress from the gym."

I started walking out of the room when I felt her following me. I couldn't help but think about magnets. Which made me think about Santana telling me about her and Britt, how they couldn't be away from each other or how they always found their way back because of an invisible force that brought them together. I wish I could live something like that, being so connected to someone that just the thought of being away from them hurt as much as being physicaly apart.

"We're gonna need some blankets as well, the school stops being heaten around eight." she said, as she had been living here for years.

We walked in complete silence through the school, the gym being on the opposite side of it.

Awkward is the word that would most definitely apply the best to this situation. I honestly have no idea what we could possibly talk about. I'm also wondering why she isn't rambling about useless things the way she usually do, that would help for once.

"I'm sorry you got caught in here with me." her voice was hesitant, I could tell she was being cautious with me.

"It's fine. I'd rather be here than outside." Actually I'm not so sure of that yet.

"Actually, this storm is not the worse, a few years back there was this massive, massive storm, the biggest the state ever had, trees uprooted, roof flying in the wind and no electricity for an entire week. I remember because..."

And here she goes again with the rambling, I realise I actually prefered silence. I stopped listening to her at some point. She didn't seem to notice and kept going on and on about food rations and a list of secured shelters.

We finally arrived to the gym after what seemed like days when really it was only 5 mins.

I am never gonna survive a whole night with her.

The pile of mattresses was disposed in one of the corner of the room. It's only then that I realised we were gonna have to cary a very, very heavy mattress through the school and even with my cheerleader muscles and whatever the midget who accompanied me has, this wasn't going to be easy.

"Okay, we're gonna take the mattress first and then come back for the blankets, I think there's some in the locker rooms." I said without looking at her. I was already trying to get the mattress down from the top of the pile when I realised she was still standing behind me, looking.

"Don't you think you could help me, maybe?" my words took her out of her daze and she ran to help me.

"Sorry." It's all she said before helping me bring the mattress to the floor, once it was done, she looked at me hesitantly. She wanted to say something but was scared of the way I might react.

"What is it?" I started to get annoyed again.

"It's just... do you really want to carry that through the school? I mean, it's almost ten time my weight."

She was right, those things were the heaviest on the market, Coach Sylvester chose them specially for the cheerios, if you fall on it once, you sure never want to fall on it again. She made a little speech on their honor, explaining all the ways we could get injured or die on them and how pleased she would be by that, and she also said something about feeling the pain of our mediocrity.

"You have a better idea Berry? Because I am not spending the night in that crappy gym!"

And that I meant! This place is already terrifying enough in the day with Sylvester in it but at night, it was ten time worse. Of course that's an argument I couldn't really use in front of Rachel freakin' Berry.

"Well, how are we supposed to get it out of here?" she was gaining confidence which automaticaly meant I was going to start losing mine soon.

"With a simple trick called "pull and push" " My tone was sarcastic and cold. She didn't react to it and helped me put the mattress upright so it was easier to slide. And just like that we were walking back to the auditorium, in complete silence apart from the sound of friction caused by the 500 pounds mattress that we were dragging with a lot of difficulty. When we got there and after a last effort to put it on the stage, we both fell on it, exhausted by the exercise.

"Thank god I kept working out after quitting the cheerios." I was slowly regaining my breath.

"I think I need to change my morning routine into something a little bit more extreme, I'm so out of shape." she said with a panting breath, looking at the ceiling and probably already thinking about the exact changes she was going to make.

I looked at her profile for a few seconds and I realised I had never really looked at her, I mean I stared at her a hundred times just to show her how much I despise her but all I could really see was my own anger. Here it was different, with her chest moving slower,her eyes blinking lightly and the lights falling perfectly on her face, she looked beautiful.

Wait, What!?

I quickly turned my head away and realised that I had just lost my breath again. I needed to get out of here.

"I'm gonna go get some food." I told her, getting up and pratically running to the door.

I heard her called after me but I didn't turn around.

What the fuck is happening to me!? I did not just associate Rachel Berry's face with the word beautiful...well actually she kind of is-stop!

When I finally took a second to stop thinking about Berry and whatever she was making me feel, I realised I was alone, in an empty school, in a dark corridor.

I need to get to that vending machine, fast.