Sorry that this is such a short chapter, but I just felt like uploading something, so here you go.
Rachel's house was just around the corner and Quinn finally got to see it on the inside.
Seeing the singers two gay dads, she half expected it to be all pink and fluffy, but it was actually really pretty, with pictures and candles all over the place. S
The blonde felt herself being dragged upstairs to Rachel's room.
Which was stunning.
Pink and purple, a big exercise machine in the corner and a huge double bed in the middle.
Rachel sat down on the bed and petted next to her for Quinn to join her.
The brunette let herself fall back with a sigh and Quinn did the same.
When the cheerleader looked up to the ceiling, a hundred golden stars looked back at her.
Well, a little less, but still Quinn was amazed.
Rachel noticed the look of awe on her face and said, while proudly looking up:
"A little star for every performance I've ever did in my life, a big one for every competition that I won."
"You put them on yourself?" Quinn asked.
"Nope, my dads did. I'm not that self-centered." she said, while looking at Quinn with a playful look on her face.
Quinn gently smiled back.
"They love you so much, don't they?"
Rachel nodded, a loving, dreamy look taking appearing on her face.
"Yes, they have always supported me in very many ways. Especially to do the things that I love."
The girls continued talking for a while. After a few minutes, Quinn noticed that it wasn't awkward at all. Just comfortable. Like they'd known each other for years, what they had, of course, but in a friend way, not as enemies.
"Do you wanna watch a movie?" Rachel asked.
Quinn hesitated. She was pretty sure that, if she gave in, she was forced to watch something like Funny Girl, and she wasn't sure if she was in the mood for that.
Rachel broke in to her thoughts. "Like, Mean Girls, maybe? I've really come to like that movie."
Quinn looked at her in surprise.
"I'd love to." she said with a smile.
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"Sweetheart, we're home!"
"Oh, hi daddy. Look, Quinn's here. We just watched Mean Girls, is it okay if I make us something to eat?"
"We're having dinner in half an hour, honey. Maybe Quinn could stay?"
Rachel looked back at Quinn.
"I'd love to, Mr. Berry."
"Oh please call me Hiram, sweetie. And this here is Leroy."
"Nice to meet you." she said, shaking both men's hands.
Rachel watched the exchange of politeness with an satisfied look on her face. She loved her dads, and she was happy that they were so easy in their ways with almost everybody. She had never said a bad word about Quinn at her home, convinced that she could fix it herself. But now the problem had solved itself, and she wouldn't have to do something about it anymore.
Yes, Rachel had got some good reasons to be satisfied.