"Thanks Daddy!" Rachel squealed as she slammed the screen of her flip shut and re-entered the girls' bathroom. "Quinn – it's all sorted"
"What is?" asked Quinn as she emerged from the farthest cubicle looking red and puffy.
"You're going to move in with me. We have a spare room that I like to use as my rehearsing space, but you can stay there for as long as you need. Just bring your stuff after sch----"
"MOVE IN WITH YOU?? ARE YOU FRICKIN KIDDING ME????" Quinn erupted. "I appreciate the offer and all Berry but we are NOT friends. Anyway, if the footballers knew I was within twenty feet of you right now, my slushie facial count would go from one a week to ten a day!"
"Do you have any better offers?" Rachel asked trying to not sound hurt. She had gone out on a limb to protect Quinn during the pregnancy debacle and she really thought Quinn was starting to warm towards her. But it appeared not.
Quinn contemplated Rachel's question for a minute before exhaling loudly. "I guess not... But if you tell anyone about this, I will be the one showering you with slushies. You got it?"
Rachel nodded enthusiastically.
"Is tonight too soon?" Quinn asked shyly despite her earlier threat.
Rachel smiled. "Tonight sounds perfect" she called as she made her way out of the bathroom, grabbing her books and thinking of the excuses she could say to weasel herself out of a detention for being late to Trigonometry.
Rachel was just about to make her way into the corridor where her first class was held, when she felt a hand cover her mouth and eyes and pull her into the nearby broom closet.