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Quinn hated the Christmas eve when she was seven. Actually she hated that she was sick at the eve. She had a flu, which means she had to stay in bed for several days resting and without seeing Rachel. She hardly stood it, even the hour-after-hour phone calling was not enough.

But it was the Christmas eve, finally. Berrys came to Fabray's and Rachel rushed into Quinn's room, "Quinn! How are you feeling? Do you still have headache? Do you drink more water like what I told you? You must drink water to decrease the heat! Oh! Are you fevering? Are you cold? …."

Quinn barely caught what Rachel was ranting, only smiling giddily at her.

Finally Rachel stopped her babbles looked at Quinn suspicious, "Quinn? are you listening to me? "

Quinn smiled sheepishly, " huh? "

Rachel sighed dramatically, "you must have a fever. Where's the thermometer? "

Quinn continually smiled at Rachel for one minute, Rachel throw her hands up, "fine, I will go find it!"

With that she stormed out the room, shouting echoing the whole house, "Auntie Judy! Auntie Judy! Do you have a thermometer at home? I thought Quinn was broken!"

She must have had much voice practice, Quinn thought.

Quinn attended the dinner with three thick coats, a wooly hate and a fluffy scarf. And Rachel seemed to satisfied with these overreaction. She grinned at her creature, "come here Quinn, I will server you tonight! You don't have to pick a fork, I will feed you! "

Quinn snort, "You won't!"

"Of course I will!"

"I can eat by myself!"

"Nonsense! You are having a fever!"

"I can use my hands!"

"All right, kids, don't fight in Christ eve, ok? " Hiram tried to silent the heater conversation. Little did he succeed.

"We don't fight!" both the little kids shouted back.

Frannie chuckled ironically, "come on girls, you nearly bit each others face."

"I didn't!" / "I perfectly sure I certainly not!"

Judy smiled amused at her girl's sulked face and little brunette's vocabulary, "Leave them alone, Frannie. Hiram, would you mind settled the plates with Russel? "

Russel nodded at his best friend, who now pouted like an older vision of his daughter, "come on, boy, kids will be alright. Instead of our little girls, my plates are killing me!"

"I just felt like a father who beaten by his little girl because of some stupid boyfriend."

"Quinn! open your mouth!" even though she was only seven, everyone could tell Rachel was already a diva. Well, at least the people who surround her seemed to be satisfied or amused by her demanding.

"Noh!—oh," Rachel got the second Quinn opened her mouth to replied stuck her spoon to Quinn's mouth, "I can serve myself!" Quinn was unhappy. She could play nurse and patient with Rachel, but she was always the nurse—which made her extremely happy because she could take care of Rachel. It seems that Rachel enjoyed taking care of her as much as she did.

Rachel grinned pride of her succeed action, got another spoonful soup, "it's daddy's super nutrient soup! He made it when I was sick, it's very magically useful! You should eat them all!"

"I have no appetite." Quinn murmured.

It caused a frown and an injured pout spread on Rachel's face. She looked at Quinn with those big, innocent, pure eyes.

Other Berrys and Fabrays were looking at them patiently, with much unsaid looking.

"Fine. You can feed me.'

"Fifteen seconds! New record!" shouted Frannie.

"I thought Quinn could last more than twenty." Russel said pitiful.

"No one could resist Berry's pout!" said Hiram excited.

"Just Quinn can't." replied Frannie offended.

"I have to agree." Ruseel winked.

Judy shook her head, "You lower yourself ,honey."

"To childish level." added Leo.

Russel tilted his head a little, smile sweet, "Do you love me less?"

"Of course not." Judy kissed her husband in lips.

"Children don't want to see that!" Frannie shouted playful, covered her eyes, pretending embarrassed.

Meanwhile, in other side of the table—"Another spoon!" pleaded Rachel.

"I have had enough." Quinn hissed.

Quinn got her a homemade calendar from Rachel, which full of their photos. Rachel got a snow-man ball from Quinn.

Frannie got a bunch of paper-made roses from Rachel—"I made them in my arts class!"

Quinn had a fever but she still made a mental note to exchange these roses from her older sister. Whether she would accepted or not!

After the exchanging with berrys, Quinn went bed early. Rachel stood with Judy, who took Quinn's temperature.

"Still a little higher than normal, but I am sure it will reduce tomorrow."

Little brunette looked at up Judy with hopeful eyes like she was an angel from heaven, "Are you definitely sure?"

Judy chuckled, "Quinn will be fine, sweety. Now let's go downstairs and have some fun."

Quinn immediately open her mouth but Rachel was quicker than her, "I want to stay with Quinn. May I?"

Judy smiled at her, kissed her forehead and then Quinn's. "sure. Quinn, I will check you later."

"ok, mum."

Rachel knee near the bed, arms on the bed, palms supported her chin. She was smiling at Quinn like…like Maria looking at Jesus in the oil paiting.

Quinn gently took Rachel's hand under her cheek, and smiled at her.

No word but it's comfortable. They knew each other when they were three, they knew each other almost everything, every emotion change. Rachel could tell when Quinn got upset before Quinn said one word. Quinn could know why Rachel would suddenly silent when they playing with other kids.

"Do your head still ache?"

"Much less now."

"Are you cold?"

"A little. Your hand is warm."

Rachel blushed. She low her eyes, suddenly interested in the spot on the sheet.

Quinn squeezed her hand bring her looking up again.

"Are you feeling better now?"

Quinn closed her eyes for a while, "I don't know. Flu is suck."

Rachel wrinkled her nose, then smile at Quinn's beaming, "I hope you were be fine sooner than Auntie Judy said…" her eyes lighted up, "oh! I know what to do!"

Quinn shiver a little, "no soup again!"

"No, no, silly. Day always did it when daddy is sick. He told me a kiss could heal the illness!" said Rachel excited.

"You have already kissed me today." replied a flushed Quinn. Her too white to can see-through ears are pink now.

"On the lips."

Before a too-shocked-to-reply Quinn could do anything, Rachel straight up and lean forward placed a tender kiss on Quinn's lips. She stayed a few second then pulled away.

With her full of hope big eyes shining like pools reflecting the sunshine, Rachel asked softly, "Are you feeling better?"

No answer.

Still no answer.

Quinn's eyes rolled to back of her head, then closed. Her head lean to the pillow.

"Quinn? Quinn? Oh, My, God! Auntie Judy! Quinn passed out!"

So happy I could die. Little Quinn's inner voice said happily.