A/N: I do not own Glee
Quinn discreetly smacks her forehead with the palm of her hand. Really, Quinn Charlotte Fabray? Let's tell the world about the alleyway why don't we?
"Kurt, call the pizza place. Ask for the usual and add in a vegan. I'll pay for it all, no worries." Quinn says while turning to a very animated Blaine telling Rachel about the latest theatre performance he is writing a script for. "Where has Bunbun hopped off to?"
"Bunbun?" Rachel asks with a raised eyebrow.
Quinn shifts uncomfortably now feeling the childishness of the name for the first time. "My bunny. I bought him as soon as we got here. I was never able to have my own pet as a child and bunnies are cute and floppy and Bunbun is well behaved and he hardly ever…"
"That's a very feminine name for a male bunny, Quinn."
"Shut your trap, Berry, or you will be paying for your own pizza." Quinn mumbles under her breath.
"I offered to pay for my pizza earlier. I would have no qualms with pay- OH MY LORD SOMETHING JUST TOUCHED MY FOOT!" Rachel squeals and stands on the couch as Quinn feels a satisfying smirk start to form on her face.
"BUNBUN!" Quinn races toward the couch and cradles the now terrified bunny in her arms. "Did the mean oompa loompa scare you? You were just trying to make a friend weren't you?"
"QUINN, THAT THING IS AS LARGE AS A RABID DOG."
"I didn't know rabid dogs had their own size, Berry. I am pretty sure any type of dog could get the virus. Mercedes?" Quinn turns toward the medical major who is laughing hysterically trying to use Blaine as a prop to hold her up.
Quinn raises her brow at Mercedes seeing that she isn't going to get a coherent answer out of her for a while and turns her attention back to Rachel.
"Bunbun won't hurt you. If you think about it, he's a vegan just like you, you know."
"That bunny could swallow my arm in one bite!"
Quinn looks at her pride and joy skeptically. "Nah. Probably just your hand."
"Do bunnies even eat berries?" Blaine asks no one in particular.
"The pun is not appreciated." Rachel says curtly.
"It was a legitimate question."
"Another legitimate question is what I have to do to get that thing away from me! It's terrifying!"
"That, my dear Rachel, you will have to take up with the owner." Blaine turns to Quinn with a smirk on his face.
Quinn sighs and snuggles her bunny while grabbing food for him out of the fridge and setting him down in his cage for dinner as Rachel climbs back down from the couch.
"Are you happy now that you have ostracized poor Bunbun from all of the fun?"
"As long as he doesn't eat me I don't care what you do with the monstrosity! A bunny is supposed to be tiny, Quinn! Not a mutant!"
"Are you scared of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles too?"
"They exist in a cartoon world! Besides, they fight crime to keep us safe! Your bunny doesn't talk and carry a weapon to protect me and the rest of the innocent civilians of this city! If your bunny had a weapon it would probably slit my throat!"
"At least you wouldn't yell so much then." Quinn mumbles under her breath to herself. It hurt that someone wouldn't like her baby.
"What did you say?"
"You heard me!" Quinn yells back.
"Woah woah woah! Calm down. White girls be gettin' fierce all of the sudden. Bunbun is away, Rach. You are safe either way. Quinn, Bunbun is happily eating and he doesn't like much noise anyway. Rachel would probably just continue to scare him. Everything is better this way."
Mercedes's attempt at mediating is helped by the doorbell signaling that the pizza has arrived.
Quinn mumbles something unintelligible under her breath as she goes into her room to root around in her bookbag for the money to pay for their small pizzas. Kurt slides off the counter and opens the door with a sly smile.
"Oh helloooooo there handsome! Long time no see!"
"Yeah, I know. Quinn's been pretty busy with, well, everything so I haven't been around much. Sorry, Kurt."
Quinn curses under her breath. Of course he is working right now! Gosh. If Rachel hadn't been here they wouldn't have called for pizzas. If Rachel hadn't been here he wouldn't be here at her doorstep with their delivery. Curses.
Quinn slowly gets up and moves toward the door to their apartment hoping against hope that Henry would be content in taking the money and vacating the premises. She doesn't have time for dating shenanigans. She barely has time to eat most days.
"Hey Quinn!" Her personal golden retriever says excitedly to her once she turns to him with a smile.
"Hey Henry. It's good to see you. Sorry I haven't been able to talk much." Actually, he might resemble a black lab more.
"It's quite alright. I understand how busy you are." Henry says as he sets the pizzas on the counter and accepts the payment from Quinn. Or maybe he is a Scottish terrier?
"Yeah. Hectic as always." Quinn chuckles with anxiousness. A poodle would be funny. Yes. Maybe one of those black poodles.
"Could I talk to you for a moment before I head back?" Well a poodle isn't even close, but they are fun to think of him as. Maybe a Chihuahua? A little ankle-biter. With that she turns to look at Rachel and smiles to herself. Rachel is a feisty little ankle biter.
"Uh, sure." Quinn said as she guided him out the door of the apartment and down the stairs. A Scottish terrier, definitely.
"Who was that?" Rachel asks the room while pointing at the closed door that Henry and Quinn just went through. The man that was at the door was quite handsome in a boy-ish way. He had sapphire blue eyes, an easy-going goofy smile, and dark, messy, jet-black hair. He was light skinned and about a couple inches taller than Quinn.
"Oh, him? One of Quinn's many suitors. With all of those activities she does she finds at least one for every excursion." Mercedes says nonchalantly.
"Well, not so much of her finding them. They find her. She's been on dates with just about all of them, but she never really keeps them for long. This isn't the first time one has appeared at our door asking to talk to her. Anymore it seems as if Quinn is too nice to say no to anyone." Blaine explains.
"A complete 180 from high school, right?" Kurt says nudging Rachel while waggling his eyebrows.
"To this day Quinn refuses to go to the grocery store down the street. Too many guys fall over her trying to get her number. They know that she can't really say no so they have scored a date as soon as she walks in. It took her about an hour to get a carton of milk once because of all the dates she had to say yes to." Blaine says with a giggle at the memory.
"Enough about Quinn! I'm starving!" Mercedes grabs the pizza she tends to share with Quinn and takes the slice with the bubble in the crust before Quinn can get back and fight her for it.
Kurt stares at her wide-eyed from his seat on the counter, "Hello, Mercedes! We have a guest! Serve her pizza!"
"Are you kidding me? Rachel has legs and arms."
"I'll get you a slice, Rach." Blaine says warmly and puts Mercedes' meat-lovers pizza aside with his and Kurt's Hawaiian pizza. "Your vegan slice, m'lady."
Rachel giggles and thanks him. It seems like an eternity since she has hung out with anyone, let alone her friends from high school. Maybe she will call Finn soon and see how he is doing as well. Or, since Kurt is here she might as well ask him, right?
"Sooooo."
"Yes, Rach?" The room at large asks causing everyone to burst into happy giggles.
"Kurt? Have you heard from Finn?"
The room groans, which seems rather odd to Rachel.
"Please tell me you aren't going to go back to that old news." Mercedes says.
"What?"
"Rachel, he is miles away from here. Why would you want to date him again? I'm sure you have plenty of people here that would love to date you. And if not, Quinn has plenty to spare." Kurt playfully bumps her shoulder as he moves to the couch to sit between his friends rather than the countertop.
"Rachel, why in the world would you break up with me?" Finn asked with that endearing look of confusion on his face.
"It's just that, there will be so much distance!"
"I told you I got accepted into NYU. I could go with you."
"What about Carol and Burt? Who would take care of them? Kurt is going to New York and you have always wanted to be an Ohio State Buckeye, Finn. I couldn't take that away from you."
"Feelings can change. I want to be with you, Rach."
"Well you can't. I am not going to be the one to get in the way of anyone's dreams."
Rachel turned to make a hasty dramatic exit with tears already threatening to cascade from her eyes. She had been putting off this conversation ever since she heard he was willing to go to NYU. It was too fairytale-like. Something was off. She may not know exactly what it was, but for some reason it felt wrong. Like he was not the one supposed to go to New York with her.
"And what would you do without me, Rach?" Finn called from a distance, "How will you make friends? How will you protect yourself in that big city? If you were to get into trouble you would have a higher chance of Quinn, your worst enemy by the way, sprouting out angel wings and flying from miles away to protect you!"
Rachel just kept walking. She left her car in the lot near where Finn was standing. Why did she not get in it to tell him this? Not one of her better executed plans, but who cares now? She broke her friend's heart. She felt like crap. And Finn was right to add on top of that. How would a rape whistle help her in her new home? Home. That place will be home. She will find a way to make it work. She always has.
"I'm not looking for a date, Kurt. I am kind of offended that you would think that I would be that desperate to date someone that is miles away. Besides, I'm the one that broke up with him. I was just curious as to what he is doing and if he is well. We did date off and on throughout high school after all. He was my closest confidant whenever I had no friends, if you can recall clearly. So I simply was wondering how my friend is."
"Why don't you ask him for yourself, if he is that great of a friend?"
"What is wrong with you? I just want to know how Finn is doing."
"He hurt you." Kurt says bluntly. "I don't want you to regress into that old news. I love my stepbrother, don't get me wrong, but you and him just don't work out. I just want to save you from hurt."
"I told you I am not looking for a boy…"
All of the sudden the door flings open and bounces off the wall with a loud thud.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE THE GULL OF THAT GUY! Where is the liquor? I need liquor. I need something. I don't know. He is such an—", Quinn raises her arms in the air and flails around the room now muttering things that seems as if they are of a different language.
"You're speaking gibberish again, Q." Mercedes says and calmly wonders if she should approach the girl. She hasn't seen the blonde this flustered in a while. All of the work must be driving her to crack.
As soon as Mercedes spoke Quinn turns ridged and quietly excuses herself to her room. Everyone in the living room glances at each other quietly questioning what to do, if they should even follow after her, and who to follow after her. As Mercedes sighs and lifts up from her sitting position, about to go to comfort Quinn, she notices Rachel stride across the room with purpose toward the blonde's bedroom.
"Well this should be interesting." Blaine says.
"I bet you five bucks that they can't stay in that room together for more than an hour." Kurt says with a slight smirk.
"I have faith in our ladies. You're on." Blaine says as he high fives Kurt and tosses a movie into the DVD player as they wait out the chaos that might come for them. Mercedes just makes popcorn and looks worriedly towards Quinn's door.