Okay so I'm really sorry I havnt updated in a while, like I said exams. Ill try and do a big chapter at the weekend but hopefully this will be enough for now. Tell me what you think !


Rachel caught on with the joke and responded with 'friends for ages, she's quite the swimmer'

With this Quinn's eyes popped out slightly and she turned the most wonderful shade of red anyone could have ever seen. That's right Berry, get under her skin.


Quinn Fabray was obviously not accustomed to being spoken to with such vulgarity or let's just call it forwardness.

Any of the surrounding new directions could feel the atmosphere start to turn from one of a playful (some may call it flirty) nature into one of fear which made everyone feel slightly uncomfortable to say the least.

A few things changed in less than five seconds. One, Rachel realised she must have said something out of line as every single one of her team mates took a small step back, making an uncomfortable perimeter around Berry and Fabray.

Two, Quinn's red cheeks and stunned eyes turned into an expressionless face and her natural complexion came back to her face, leaving her pale, rather angry looking and as I'm sure many people in attendance would describe it, scary as hell.

Not a word was uttered as Quinn turned on her heel, just as her father had previously done, leaving the New Directions behind as she gracefully walked back towards the Fabray mansion.

A minute passed as nobody knew what to say or do, all eyes were now on a rather confused looking Rachel.

'Um, what the hell was that' Santana spat. Alerting the rest of the group

'I…I..' Rachel couldn't seem to find any words to describe something she didn't know either

'Rach how do you even know her?' Finn asked….. Honestly dose no one get humour?

Rachel just turned and sat on the stage while the group looked at her with either judgemental gazes or worried expressions, or if your name was Finn Hudson, a confused looking face that resembled one of a constipated baby (Santana's words not mine) Rachel just didn't know what had happened. She wasn't exactly flirting with the Governors daughter, was she? And it wasn't as if Quinn wasn't flirting with her, she went along with it and all that stuff at the pool? Rachel's mind was going at 100 miles an hour which is probably why she didn't realise that she had started walking in the same direction Quinn had previously left in. She could hear her team-mates yells for her to get back, or in Mr Schue's case 'where's my star going' – a few choice words were to be said to him after that comment I think.

But Rachel didn't remotely care what she was doing. She had in the space of an hour:

Met the most beautiful girls in the world

Talked to her

Flirted with her

Angered her

Made her want to leave

….. so she had done a good job if I may say so myself.

She kept on walking and walking until she reached a set of glass double doors. She paused. She breathed. She entered.


The moment Rachel Berry entered the Fabray mansion she felt out of place. Maybe that wasn't the best way to describe her emotions but she felt…. Wrong.

The polished hardwood floors that reflected the shimmering chandelier hanging from the high ceiling. The grand stair case that spiralled around the wall leading to a small balcony that overlooked the foyer. Everything was pristine, everything had a place but it all somehow looked cold.

Cold was what came to Rachel's mind after she had taken everything in. This room alone must be furnished with thousands upon thousands worth of furniture but it just didn't feel right. It started to click in her head that it wasn't her that was out of place, instead it was the house. You could definitely not call this a home.

As Rachel continued to ponder the empty feeling she got as she looked around the house she got the fright of her life.

¿quién eres tú, ¿qué estás haciendo en esta casa. Mierda eres un ladrón, salir salir salir – the maid from earlier had returned, shouting her mouth off to Rachel whilst simultaneously poking her butt with a feather duster, trying to push her out of the door. Rachel decided that she should probably try and correct the poor woman as she was oblivious to the fact Rachel believed she had every right to be there, honestly the help these days.

'Oww, Madam would you please,..ow, stop poking me with, ow…oh for Christ's sake!

Rachel pulled the feather duster away from the woman and dropped it to the floor without breaking eye contact. She felt proud of her attempt at being authorative, the next sound to her ears was one of an angel… wait angle like?... QUINN !

Rachel turned her hand to the balcony at the top of the stairs where her eyes focused on the girl she had been looking for the past, 2 minutes. Rachel checked her watch again, god it felt like longer, well I'm sure it would when your being attacked by a crazy lady.

Quinn was leaning her head on her arm, leaning on the banister giggling away at the commotion that was taking place below her.

She didn't seem to upset at the fact that Rachel, a girl she had only met this morning and an employee of her father no less was aggravating her ladies maid, she looked suitably entertained as she wore a smile that could stop wars. This smile brought a smile to Rachel's face and unbeknownst to her, a small tingling between her legs.

'Cecila would you mind leaving me and this girl alone for a minute please?' Quinn asked

'pero Srta. Quinn, ella trató de atacarme. Shes no es bueno' the maid replied.

Now would be a good time for Rachel to interject as she could understand everything the maid was saying and if she was honest she was quite offended.

' It's fine I promise. Voy a estar bien y voy a ver a su ahora' Quinn replied

After this the maid huffed off toward what looked like a dinning room but to Rachel it just looked like yet another massive, unnecessary room.

'So you enjoy sneaking into other peoples homes and intimidating their staff huh? Quinn smirked at her comment

' No, and I wouldn't call it sneaking in, the door was partially open and there's no one to say otherwise.' Rachel fired back, she knew Quinn was starting to flirt back and so help her god she was going to try and keep up their little flirting game along ads she possibly could.

'Your trouble aren't you ?' Quinn asked with a sexy smirk playing on her lips

'I could say the same for you Fabray'