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Chapter 2

„Why can't I use my ski poles again?" It was the third time in five minutes that Rachel had lost her balance and her butt had met the snowy surface.

"Because I say so." Quinn pointed at a group of little kids, no older than five or six years. "Look how they do it, without their ski poles."

Rachel pouted. "But they're so small, they can easily hold their balance without them."

"You are small too, aren't you?" Quinn grinned when the brunette huffed and tried to stand up again, only to have her feet slip away again. "Not so fast Rachel. Put your feet parallel to the slope, so that they can't sleep away again."

"What do you think I'm doing?"

"Do you really want me to answer that? Just stand up Rachel and we'll try again." Just in that moment a man drove by with a little kid between his feet.

"What is he doing?"

"Another way to teach them how to ski. It works great for little kids."

"Can't we try that?" Rachel looked at the blonde with hopeful eyes.

"Rachel, I know you are small, but you are not that small." A devilish twinkle built in the blondes eyes. "And what would Finn say, if he knew that you wanted between my legs?"

"I just thought it would be easier to learn skiing between your legs." Rachel just didn't get Quinn's innuendo.

Quinn nearly choked on her on spit and a deep blush formed on her face. "Stand up Rachel, please!"

"But Quinn!" Back was the pouting face and the whiny voice. "Couldn't we at least try?"

"Wait 'till I tell Santana that you wanted nothing more than between my legs."

"I'm sure she would understand my reasoning."

"Rachel, do you even know what you're talking about?"

"Yeah, we're talking about me getting between your legs." And then she finally got it and suddenly her face was all hot and there was a weird feeling in her stomach. "Oh … oh … oh my god! I didn't … I wouldn't … oh god!"

Quinn shook her head. "Just get up and forget about getting between my legs anytime soon. A girl wants to be wooed and swept off her feet." The blonde winked at the smaller girl and helped her up.

"I have a boyfriend. And I'm not gay, no matter what the Cheerios think about me having man hands and yeah … I'll just stop talking now."

"Had I known that was the way to shut you up, I would have started the innuendo sooner."

In an attempt to move onto a safer topic, Rachel asked: "Can I have my ski poles now?"

Quinn sighed. Rachel was persistent as always. "I'll make you a deal ..."

Rachel instantly cut her off "I'm not going to sleep with you!"

"What exactly did give you the idea that I wanted to sleep with you?"

"The talk about me being between your legs", was the fast answer.

"Excuse me? You were the one who wanted between my legs."

"But only to learn how to ski."

Quinn deeply breathed in and out to calm herself. "So the deal I wanted to make you ..."

"I already told you, I won't ..." A hand landed on Rachel's mouth and stopped her from speaking.

"Don't you let anyone else speak, like ever?" Quinn shook her head. Teaching Rachel was going to take all of her patience. "I'll give you your ski poles, if and only if you can ski down this hill two times, without once loosing your balance. See, if you would have let me finish, you would have spared us a very embarrassing conversation. Nod, if you agree with my deal." Rachel nodded. "Good girl. And now do as I told you and show me your mad skiing skills."

At the end of the day Rachel still hadn't got her ski poles.

The two girls were on their way back to the hotel when Rachel asked "Isn't your mother missing you?"

Quinn answered with one question of hers "Isn't Finn missing you?"

"I doubt it. He found out that the hotel has a gaming room, I guess he'll be there playing computer games and such things." The brunette looked at her cell phone, maybe Finn had called or texted her, just to tell her that he missed her. No new messages and no missed calls. She put the phone back into one of her pockets.

"Everything alright?" Quinn looked at her with a gaze full of concern.

"Yeah, yeah, sure. Do you … maybe want to grab something to eat?"

"What about Finn?"

"Oh I'm sure he has lots of fun on his own." Finally they had reached the hotel. "Let's meet in the hall in an hour? I want to take a shower first and see if Finn's in our suite." She didn't even wait for an answer, but turned around and wanted to go to the elevators.

"Wait! You don't have my phone number."

"Why would I need your phone number?"

"So that you can contact me, if your plans should change. Give me your phone and I'll give you my number, okay?"

"Okay." Quinn reached for Rachel's phone and tipped in her number. "Here you go. Just text me if your plans change." The blonde gave back the phone and went her way, while Rachel got on an elevator on her way to her suite.

"Finn? Are you here?" No answer. Should she call him? No, he could've called. If he didn't think that she was worth the trouble to call even once, then she wouldn't either. But she would send him a text, just to make sure that he was still alive.

Minutes later came the reply: "Aminthegamingroom,madenewfriends,seeyoulater!" No kisses, no hugs, no I love you's. She shrugged with her shoulders, she had plans, so it didn't even matter that much, if Finn was with her or not.

Rachel's cell phone vibrated again. "Arewestillon?Q" The brunette smiled.

"Where did you get my number?"

"I have my ways :). Are we still on?"

"Sure, Finn's not here anyway. See you in a few, the shower is calling my name. R"

With better mood Rachel hopped under the shower and later dressed herself casually. She left her hair open, wrote a note for Finn, should he ever leave his new friends and left her suite.

Rachel was already sitting at a table as Quinn approached her. The young blonde looked gorgeous in her tight blue jeans. Maybe Rachel would be able to steal another glance at that fabulous butt.

She was just on her way to reprimand herself for her thoughts, when Quinn sat down opposite her.

"Hi" came the shy greeting from the blonde.

"Hey" should she tell her that she looked great? No, that was dating material, right? Well, friends could tell each other they look great, couldn't they? Rachel shrugged internally and said quietly "You look great." She patted herself on the shoulder, still internally, when she saw that Quinn started to blush.

"Thanks."

"I think I've never seen you in jeans, except for some of our Glee numbers."

"I don't wear them normally. I'm a girly girl."

"I know and I really like your dresses."

"Thank you … I … your fashion sense … it … it has gotten better" Quinn stumbled over her words, trying to find a way to compliment Rachel's way to dress. "You've gotten rid of the animal sweaters, right?"

"Sadly, my fathers gave them to charity."

"Really?"

"Yeah, they didn't even ask me. I really liked those sweaters, they were my favourites, but my fathers thought it was time to dress a little more like a responsible adult." Then the brunette leaned over and whispered conspiratorially "I still managed to rescue two of my sweaters, I even took them with me on this vacation. Wouldn't want my fathers to find them and donate them also."

Quinn really hoped that at least one of those sweaters was the one with the owl on it.