A/N: Ok so here is chapter three. It's the longest so far and it comes with a warning: There is a little bit of Brittana/Faberrittana in it. I want to thank Jo; she helped me a lot with this one!
A/N²: I'm having a surgery tomorrow and I don't know when I'll have time to finish and post chapter four so... be patience with me?
Enjoy it! (;
Chapter Three: Sharing A Bed
The second week of class had been peaceful. Except for Santana; who kept stalking Quinn saying she needed to take care of that hair of hers or else they wouldn't be friends anymore. On Friday the blonde finally gave in, and that's why they were there now – on a Saturday afternoon – in her bedroom.
''Ouch! Santana! That hurts!''
''Ah calm down Fabray! I'm doing you a favor here!''
''Yes I know but you don't need to leave me without any hair left in the process.''
''Your own fault. Nobody told you to do this to your hair.''
Quinn breathed out a laugh. ''Yes, I guess you are right…''
''There, done. Now just let it dry.''
''Thank you for doing this San.''
''You're welcome. Seeing you with that pinky hair was starting to annoy the crap out of me. Don't get me wrong, it was hot. But way to sickening...'' as both girls laughed, Brittany walked into the room holding a lot of DVDs.
''So… which one do you guys want to watch? There's The Little Mermaid, Alice in Wonderland, Atlantis the Lost Empire, Oh let's watch this one! Anastasia! I love this one!''
''Your girl is adorable,'' Quinn whispered as the Latina started walking over towards the other blonde.
''I know," Santana replied giggling.
''Hey I hope you two don't mind but I invited Rachel...''
''Cool,'' Brittany said grinning at her before turning her attention back to the DVD.
Santana on the other hand stared at Quinn with her best I-don't-believe-you-did-that-without-asking-me eyes. ''Why would you invite the Queen of the Dwarfs?''
''Santana!'' Quinn snapped, giving the dark haired girl her best serial-killer look. ''Don't call her that!''
''Hey, what are you screaming at me for? You have called her way worse.''
''I know but-but that was wrong,'' The blonde sighed. ''Please, stop with the insults for at least this one day.''
''Fine.''
Brittany didn't even notice the discussion; she was too busy trying to figure out how to use the DVD player. Noticing her girlfriend's difficulty Santana leaned forward. ''Here baby, let me help you.'' Quinn chuckled watching the scene. They were so cute and made each other so happy she felt sorry it had taken them so long to get together for real. They weren't officially out to everyone yet but now they were definitely a couple.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a doorbell ringing. ''I'll get that. Play nice, Lopez.''
X
Rachel had been staring at the door for God know how many minutes before ringing. She wasn't sure if going to Quinn's house was a good idea. She knew they were on good terms but still, Santana would be there. And she knew the Latina didn't like her very much.
As the door opened the blonde who appeared in front of her was smiling and looking gorgeous as always. ''Quinn...''
''Hi Rachel. Come on in. Santana and Brittany are upstairs, fixing the DVD I hope.'' A slight smile tugged at the corner of Rachel's mouth at the blonde's frown. Her expression soon changed and Quinn noticed something wasn't quite right...the brunette looked scared...
''Are you sure it's okay for me to be here, Quinn?''
…And apparently she was spot on.
''Yes Rachel. I'm sure. Look...I know you have your reasons to be a little afraid of being stuck in the same room with me and Santana because of our previous acts, but it's just a movie night. She will behave. I promise.''
''Okay.'' The brunette said as she smiled again; this time a broad one and the blonde couldn't help but smile too. Rachel was one of those people who had the power to light up the room. Her smile was comforting and contagious. The diva was the most caring person Quinn had ever met. People often thought Rachel was selfish and cold but the blonde knew that neither of that was true. She was always there for her friends; even when they didn't deserve it. She was always trying to help and make people feel better.
''And… speaking of behaving.'' Quinn sighed and forced herself to look at the other girl; her smile vanishing from her face, ''I want to thank you again, for reaching out and trying to help me. I know you didn't have to. You actually had a lot of good reasons to just let me drown, a lot of reasons to hate me and-''
''Let me stop you there, Quinn. I have said it once and I'll say it again: I don't hate you. I-''
''How?'' The brunette could see how tired the blonde was. It was right there in her eyes and in the tone of her voice. ''Seriously Rachel. How can you not hate me? I was a complete bitch to you. I can't even forgive myself. I've said and done so many horrible things and I regret them so much, you have no idea how incredibly sorry I am.''
''Quinn… I forgave you a long time ago. That was all a long time ago. You've changed so much. Can't you see?''
The two girls just stood staring at each other for a while. The blonde had tears in her eyes and the brunette was smiling slightly at her.
''I'm going to hug you now… okay?''
She waited for Quinn's nod before stepping forward and putting her arms around the other girl's shoulders. The blonde hugged the smaller girl tightly. Being in Rachel's embrace brought a peace inside of her that she didn't quite understood. She felt a need to protect the diva – maybe because of her height or maybe just because she wanted – at the same time she felt safe.
Standing on her tiptoes so she could reach Quinn's ear Rachel whispered, ''I think we should go or else Brittany and Santana may get bored and start making out in your bed.''
Quinn broke into laughter as she let Rachel go. ''Yes, we should.''
When they get into her room Brittany and Santana are sitting in the bed laughing.
''Finally! Thought you two had gotten lost or something.''
''Hello Santana. Hi Brittany.''
''Rachel! Come sit!'' The blonde girl was smiling brightly in Santana's arms. Rachel giggled at the sight and turned to face Quinn.
''What are we watching?''
''Anastasia!'' The brunette fought the urge to laugh. She was sure it was Brittany's idea. ''And then, Serenity. Have you ever seen it?''
''No I have not.''
''It's a science-fiction movie. Hope you don't mind. I know your thing is musicals, but it's not like you brought Funny Girl or West Side Story…'' seeing the look on the brunette's face, Quinn took a deep breath. ''You brought the DVDs didn't you?''
Rachel chuckled. ''I always have them with me.''
How adorable is Rachel Berry? "Ok. We can watch it after the others."
''Hey you two!'' Santana's tone of voice made the girls stop looking at each other and turn to her. ''Stop giggling and come watch the movie!''
X
After they watched the three movies and talked for a couple of hours, they were exhausted and decided it was time to sleep. Brittany and Rachel were in the bathroom while Santana and Quinn were fixing the beds.
Quinn had been debating whether to talk Santana about the way she was feeling towards Rachel for quite some time now. But something inside of her was screaming DON'T! Still, she ignored her inner voice. She needed to talk.
''San… Can I ask you something that might sound stupid?"
''Yeah sure. What is it?''
''How did you know you were in love with Brittany?"
The tone in the blonde's voice made the Latina stop what she was doing and glanced at her. ''That's a trick question, Q.''
''How come?''
They sat in the bed as Santana took a deep breath and looked at the door.
''It's just… Ever since we were young I noticed I was attracted to her; to other girls too but mostly her. And I always ignored it; always telling myself it was nothing…'' the Latina sighed slightly and stared at the floor. After a slight pause, she continued, "till last year, when I stopped lying to myself and admitted the truth: I love her. I have always loved her. She is beautiful and innocent, her smile makes my heart melt and when I'm around her I feel like I'm a better person you know? She makes me laugh just by looking at me and doing something plain silly. I can't stop thinking about her and our future together. I guess, I always knew but never wanted to admit it.''
''I'm really glad for you two San. I can see how happy you two make each other,'' Santana smiled for a moment before turning to look at Quinn again.
''Why are you asking me this?''
''I was just curious.''
''Quinnie. Come on. We both know it's more than that. Talk to me.''
''No it's fine. It's nothing. Thanks I-I'm going to fix the bed in the other room ok.''
As she exited her room she realized how letting Brittany and Santana sleep there and sleeping with Rachel in the guest room was a bad idea.
During Serenity Rachel had fallen asleep for a little while and ended up leaning on Quinn's shoulders and snuggling into her. The warmth from the brunette's body and the way it fit perfectly into Quinn's right side gave the blonde a hard time breathing and focusing on the movie. She wasn't sure if she would be able to sleep with Rachel in the same bed without reaching out for the brunette's body so she could feel that again.
A few minutes later the diva was standing by the door; watching the blonde.
''May I come in?''
''Yes of course, the bed is already set. I just have to go to my room and get something to sleep in.''
''You may not want to do that.''
''Why…?''
''Well, taking for reference the way Santana grabbed Brittany and closed the door at my face, I would say they are busy.''
''Oh.'' Rachel chuckled and walked towards her bag on the dresser.
''Here; I brought a second pair of PJs, you can use them.'' The diva handed her a pink pajamas with polka dots of all sizes and colors imaginable and she fought the urge to laugh.
''Ok. Why exactly did you bring an extra pair?''
''Well, I'm always cautious. And I don't really go to sleepovers so I didn't know what to bring along,'' Rachel sighed. ''I used to host sleepovers with Kurt and Mercedes but they have boyfriends now and use that as an excuse when really, I know they find me annoying and don't really like me most of the time because I'm such a drama queen and won't stop talking...usually about myself and my brilliant future– And I'm rambling again. Sorry Quinn.''
Quinn looked at the brunette and felt her heart break for her. Those idiots who didn't appreciate Rachel's friendship should have their asses kicked. ''No, I'm the one who is sorry Rachel.'' The brunette looked at the blonde and was surprised when she saw that she was actually upset. Did Quinn really care about her?
''And for the record, I like you. And you are not annoying.'' There was a pause before Quinn rolled her eyes. ''Not always anyway.'' And it was enough to make the brunette smile again.
''I'm going to change and I'll be right back, ok?''
X
Rachel spent most of the time Quinn spent in the bathroom sitting in the bed, thinking. She couldn't remember the last time she had laughed as much as she had tonight with Brittany, Quinn and Santana.
It turned out the Latina made great company. She was sarcastic as always but not as mean. She guessed that was who the real Santana looked like; a girl who was simply afraid of what others may say and think of her and used her tongue to make others feel bad and not realize that she actually cares. And she really liked that girl.
And Quinn. Quinn had changed so much. Something in the blonde's eyes was different. In the past two years the blonde had gone from Head Cheerleader and most popular girl in school to a pregnant girl whose father had kicked out of her own house. Starting from that moment her life collapsed. But now Rachel could see the blonde was trying again. And it made her happy because the last thing the she wanted was for Quinn to be miserable.
Rachel always looked up to her; sometimes being even jealous of how perfect she always thought the other girl was; she was the prettiest girl Rachel had ever met and she knew Quinn could do whatever she wanted. She believed the blonde was the most amazing, badass person at that school and would certainly make something of herself.
The brunette just wished the blonde could see that and would talk to her. She really wanted to help but she didn't want to push so all she was going to do was wait.
X
''Breathe Quinn. Just breathe. It's nothing. It's just a crush. You are having a girl crush because she is amazing, adorable and gorgeous. Because when she sings you seem to forget how to breathe or how to think. Because she has been there for you; helping you. It'll go away. You just need to relax.''
She really wanted to believe the things she was saying to herself in the mirror. But somehow the blonde knew that it wasn't just an innocent crush. She stopped and started thinking about the past. The first day she saw Rachel she felt her stomach flip and her heart beat faster. She didn't understand what that meant and after the brunette showed interest in her boyfriend Quinn used all of her energy to make the diva's life a freaking hell. But was it because she was afraid to lose Finn or was it because she was afraid of what the feelings she was having meant?
She took a deep breath and splashed cold water on her face. How the hell she was going to sleep tonight?
X
''Ok so, you will sleep in the bed and I'll take the floor. To-''
''Quinn!'' The brunette narrowed her eyes ''I'm not letting you sleep on floor! You're gonna catch a cold!''
''Well, I'm not letting you do that either. If you get sick and it somehow ruins your voice, you're going to kill me.''
''Come on. I would never commit murder - ok it's my voice we are talking about; of course I would.'' The face the brunette was making made Quinn laughed.
''Such a diva.''
''Yes. Thank you.''
''That wasn't a compliment but ok….'' Quinn rolled her eyes and the action made Rachel growl slightly and grab a pillow, throwing it at the blonde and hitting her in the face.
''Oh you're really gonna start a pillow fight? Cause you'll lose, Berry.''
''I have you know I'm extremely good at winning Fabray.''
''Uhum.''
''Ok, so we agree we both are sleeping in the bed?''
''Yes.'' Quinn said sighing. ''And you better not snore or kick me in your sleep.''
''I sleep like an angel, you won't even notice I'm there.''
''Doubt that.'' Ok, that was supposed to be a thought! It wasn't supposed to be said aloud you dumbass!
''What did you say?'' The brunette looked at the blonde in confusion; was she having hearing problems or did Quinn just say she was going to have a hard time sleeping in the same bed as her? And why would she say that?
''Nothing.'' Quinn made her best poker face ''Want me to turn off the lights?''
''Yes, please.''
The room was dark but the arrows of light coming from the window made it possible for Quinn to crumble in bed where Rachel was already lying.
''Goodnight, Rachel.''
''Goodnight, Quinn.''
X
Hours had passed and the blonde was still lying in the same position staring at the ceiling. Rachel had fallen asleep quickly and had moved a few times and was now lying terribly close to her. The only sound in the room was coming from the brunette's breathing; which Quinn was finding to be her new favorite sound in the world.
She closed her eyes and lost herself in her thoughts. Imagining different scenarios that would never happen. And she wasn't surprised when she realized that all of the scenarios where she was happy involved the diva and her daughter.
She must have fallen asleep because the next time she opened her eyes, daylight was filling the room and she had moved.
And Rachel had moved.
Rachel moved.
Rachel's arms were around her.
Rachel's body was against her back.
And her face was sunken on the crook of her neck.
Oh God.
She didn't dare to move at first. The last thing she wanted was for the brunette to wake up. It would be super awkward. Right? Friends sleep in each other's beds but they didn't wake up in each other's arms. Right? Right?
God, she needed out of that room and she needed it now.
She moved as slowly as was physically possible and after minutes she was finally standing on her feet reaching for the door.
She looked one last time at the sleeping brunette in her bed before closing the door behind her and heading for the bathroom.
She needed a shower.
X
The moment the door shot closed the diva opened one of her eyes to scout around the room and make sure the blonde wasn't there anymore. Her breathing was getting hard to control and her hands were starting to shake as she realized what had just happened.
She didn't know how but her arms had ended up around Quinn's body and when she woke up to blonde her hair in her face she caught herself smiling at the feeling; and right after that she froze.
Why was she holding Quinn like that? And why did it feel so God damn good?
She closed her eyes, shocking the thoughts out of her head and preparing herself to get out of that bed. She was just going to act like it didn't happen.