"So Brittany I think you can appreciate us all setting some rules up so this whole experience goes well for everyone" Quinn said in her very diplomatic prom queen practiced voice. She glanced over momentuarly to Rachel, who'd taken a side position on the plush nude couch to her left. Brittany had chosen the love seat directly in front of Quinn, who herself decided to stand just because she was a bag of nerves. She could tell that Rachel still had that apprehensive opinion about the matter, it floated in an aura around the tiny brunette and Quinn made sure to justify Rachel's view to herself. Brittany on the other hand was as bright as the sun, and after bringing in her suitcase and giving her new housemates the biggest of hugs she definitely seemed to fit the surroundings of her home. After getting a reassuring nod from Rachel, Quinn continued with a deep breath. "First, like I mentioned - this isn't my home. And legally it's not Rachel's either, so I know we don't have to ask but please respect Mr and Mr Berry's property." she swallowed hard, Brittany wasn't stupid and she hated the fact that she even had to say that line, but she knew in future it would be handy to clear any queries up straight away, Brittany nodded in complete agreement as a response and Quinn plucked up the composure to continue. "Secondly, we both understand that the reason why you're here is because you're short on cash. So we've decided that since you're only staying for a short time we'll cover domestic expenses" again Brittany nodded, but the slight air of curiosity in her gaze made Rachel feel that she needed to list a few examples of that, and she promptly named electricity and water bills as two bystanders in that agreement, this time Brittany looked completely on board, and Quinn simply looked relieved that Rachel was participating. "Same goes for groceries, but if you could help us out by getting them that would be great, we'll write a list and take turns at cooking"
"Oh I'm a great cook" Brittany shared with a straight expression and a proud posture, a nervous smile crept onto Rachel's lips.
"Well then I'd be more than glad to give my turn to you, Britt" Quinn added with a warm smile "And actually I think that's pretty much it. You'll be in the guest bedroom and since you'll be trying to sort out things with your job and apartment we'll give you a spare key" And with a nod the blond sat down next to Rachel, completely emotionally exhausted for some reason. She decided that she'd skip the part where she asked Brittany to respect Rachel's and Quinn's privacy and obviously not to bring anyone over, but the fact that she'd left that bit out did nag at her a little. Quinn suddenly remembered something and jolted her back straight and looked back at the other blond "Sorry I forget to ask, any questions?"
"You sound like Miss Pillsbury, Quinn" Brittany softly chuckled, adding a few shakes of her head afterwards "Nope, no questions. I'll probably just go drop my bags upstairs and get some sleep with Lord Tubbington if that's okay."
"You brought your cat?" Rachel immediately asked, conflicting emotions thickly present in each word. She loved cats, but at the same time that just spelt bad idea to her. She imagined how quickly the carpet would get ruined and the furniture, she tensed as she waited for her reply.
"Of course I did, he goes everywhere with me. Or at least half of him does, he was a big cat if you guys remember" Quinn tried to focus on that time she got interviewed for fondue for two, but that just off the point, clearly confusion was written across both the girls faces since Brittany decided to explain what she meant more literally. Reaching for one of her large bags Brittany unzipped the front and carefully yanked out an urn about the size of a face. Rachel could feel Quinn's frame go rigid and she managed to pull through an awkward smile for the sake of her girlfriend.
"That's really sweet of you, Brittany. And I'm sorry for your loss." she said a little too quickly than naturally "Come on up and I'll show you to your room" the brunette added before standing up and showing her the way, helping with the lighter of the two bags. As Rachel made her way up the staircase she caught Quinn's glance before she turned the corner, the two girls eyes were blurred with worry.
As Rachel and Brittany rummaged upstairs Quinn did her best to get the entrance clear from their luggage, she moved it all to the wall as neatly as she could and even took the time to fluff the pillows that they had sat on in the other room. Locking the door and turning off the downstairs lights, Quinn took both her own and Rachel' s handbags as she made her way up the stairs and took a left to reach Rachel's bedroom. This room like most of the others had a similar soft honeydew color walls and the same off white furniture to match. Of course, the room had accents of a dusty rose color and there were obvious aspects of it that screamed Rachel. Amongst the two paintings on the wall (one looked like to be a scene from a ballet class and the other depicted a skyline from New York), as well as a mirror, Quinn could see at least three broadway posters. A deeper pink cork board hung above one of the bedside tables, and Quinn could depict a range of photos from days at McKinley to some of her first performances and some of her new college friends. There were baby photos too and the two bigger photos were of her and her dads in New York when she was about eleven, and the other was herself, Rachel, Santana and Kurt on one of their meet ups after high school had ended. There was a vanity table too which Quinn recognized to be from Rachel's old room, and there were a couple of photo frames prompt up there as well. In the middle was her and Shelby and on either side were both photos of herself and Rachel. She remembered the one on the left just like it had happened this morning. It was a saturday and Quinn had told Rachel that she couldn't come down to the city that weekend, but instead she'd surprised her with a bouquet of balloons and broadway tickets for the evening. The day had spent doing all the touristy things Rache loved to do in New York but simply didn't have the time for. The moment of the photo was when they were in central park together on the grass and they were letting go of the balloons. Quinn could feel a warm smile tingle onto her lips. The other photo was of Rachel in costume after a show holding a bouquet of red roses and hugging Quinn, that was another moment Quinn coudln't forget. When Rachel sang the last note and the lights dimmed for a moment, and the audience clapped and when they came back on that look in Rachel's eyes was Quinn's favorite look. She had never seen anyone look so alive before. And when she clapped and cheered she selfishly loved the fact that even though everyone in that audience in that very moment loved Rachel, Rachel only loved one of them back. And that was Quinn Lucy Fabray. The only other photo Quinn could see was by Rachel's bedside table, it was four photos from a photobooth they'd been in at a yale fair. as she walked into the room and closed the door behind her Quinn felt as if she was glowing, there's nothing greater than loving someone so much and knowing they love you exactly the same amount.
But there's also something about being in someone elses room alone, it's like getting to wander around in their thoughts without them knowing for a soft moment. You get to see what's important to them, and what things they like or the things that they make them smile. So Quinn couldn't help her wondering eyes as they shone bright with curiosity around the room she'd seen so many times.
Slipping off her outfit she neatly folded it for the wash tomorrow and placed it on the chest of drawers. She fluffed her hair and slipped her bra off, keeping the skimpy vest on as well as her peachy lace knickers. She gave her hair a fluff and made her way lion style over to 'her' side of the bed, crawling under the fresh white linen sheets with delight. They smelt like Rachel, they smelt like home. Propping herself up on her elbows she reached for the drawer and grabbed a make up wipe, giving her face a once over before turning on her side to face the middle of the bed. She nearly fell asleep before she heard the ensuite bathroom door creep open. Rachel made her way across the room in a mint green nylon nighty that skid over her hip bones just enough to be called a dress, if memory served well it was definitely one of Quinn's favorite outfits. Rachel placed the hairbrush she'd been guiding through her chocolate locks on her bed side table and joined her girlfriend under the covers letting go a deep breath. She usually felt like she'd been holding her breath all day, just waiting for the moment when she could crawl under the covers and forget the world, intwine herself with all that was good in it. Goodness in Rachel's life came in a hazelnut tank top and peach knickers, goodness was Quinn Fabray. Tucking her knees into her stomach Rachel moved a little closer to Quinn, almost nose to nose. She watched her favorite eyes slowly close, her favorite nose scrunch once before relaxing, those deep dark lashes shutting for a final time. Watching Quinn Fabray sleep was like watching someone fall in love, it was so beautiful and steady but at the same time instant, and after that one moment you know they're lost forever. She reached over and tucked a loose strand behind the blonds ear, deciding that she'd let her get some rest even though she definitely had other ideas in mind. Quinn murmured something in approval at Rachel's touch and a small smile appeared on her sleep full face.
"We're going to have the best summer Q, I just know it" Rachel whispered, feeling herself grow more and more enchanted with sleep. She pulled herself closer to place a fragile kiss on the girls forehead before nestling her way to be beside Quinn's body. Automatically the blond wrapped her arm around her girlfriend and adjusted herself so they fitted like puzzle pieces. Fingers tangled and hearts close Rachel took one last yawn before letting herself fall into the world Quinn was already in. Since wherever she'd go, Rachel would follow. The best part was that it worked both ways.