A/N: I apologize that it took me so long to post this chapter, but life certainly got in the way. A big 'thank you' to everyone who took the time to read my little story and a (slightly) bigger one to everyone who reviewed.

Chapter 4

"So you are telling me that since Quinn and I were too drunk to take care of ourselves, you decided to get us in one place to..."

"Be able to look after both of you at the same time, yes, Rach."

"And Quinn was in her underwear because?"

"She threw up all over herself and I had to get her out of her clothes."

"She was snuggled up to me."

"Mhmm."

"Charlie!"

"She's a cuddler. There's nothing I can do about that... Actually, you both seemed to be enjoying yourselves," Charlie grinned at her best friend who sat across from her at the kitchen table, nursing a glass of orange juice.

Rachel glared at her for a bit, but when the grin started bordering on a taunting smirk instead of disappearing, the brunette sighed and hung her head.

"I like being held. In my defense, I had no idea it was your sister holding me."

"Does it matter?"

Before the petite singer could open her mouth to reply to that dig, however, two slices of bread practically shot out of the toaster. which was conveniently placed right behind her blond friend, and sailed through the air. Charlie jumped, startled.

"Damn it! How do they deal with this blasted thing?"

The diva just laughed at her quietly and she pouted.

"Are you sure you don't want anything for breakfast, Rach?" Charlie asked as spread butter on both slices of bread and then put them on a plate.

"Absolutely positive. My stomach hates me."

"Aw, you poor thing. Okay, I'm gonna go wake the beast now."

The blonde was at the door when Rachel spoke,

"Be careful, Char. Make sure she doesn't eat you."

"Nah, I hear she prefers little brunettes," Charlie sniggered and ran up the stairs with the plate in hand.

=P=P=P

Almost a month had passed since that first week of school and Rachel Berry had already broken her vow of never drinking again the previous weekend, no thanks to her best friend Charlie Fabray. At least, Rachel mused, the first time had been somewhat justified by the shock she had experienced at the discovery that both Fabray twins had in a way been kicked out of their home. The second time, though, was the diva's own fault, as she had foolishly agreed with her friend's idea to play beer pong against each other and then made the unfortunate decision of asking Kurt to be her partner, while Charlie had wisely chosen her sister. The night, predictably, resulted in Rachel's waking up in the same bed with Quinn, but this time being spooned by the blond Cheerio.

For that reason, the duo had settled on spending this Friday night in, watching movies in Charlie's home ("Mom's out doing who-knows-what with her crazy friends.").

And that's how they ended up arguing over which movie they would watch (Charlie's The Fellowship of the Ring vs. Rachel's The Notebook). The 'debate' had been going strong during the whole day at school and neither would concede her point. They were still bickering when they entered the house, hours later.

"Come on, Rachel, can't you pick something else? I'd even watch Cabaret. But The Notebook? I'm going to die of boredom before the first ten minutes are over!"

"No," Rachel stood her ground.

"Funny Girl?" Charlie tried to entice her again.

"No, Charlie!"

The little singer was the first to step inside the living room, followed immediately by her blond best friend, who was still trying to talk her out of her movie choice.

"Please, Rach..."

"Jesus, Scribbler! What is the matter with you?"

Both girls froze and then slowly turned to face the couch. Quinn was sitting in the middle of it, one hand holding a remote, the other supporting a huge bowl of popcorn on her lap. She had obviously planned to stay in herself, as she was dressed in a loose pair of white yoga pants and a large sage green t-shirt which looked like it could have been Finn's.

"Hello, Quinn. I was just in the process of proving to Charlie the merits of..." the brunette began, but was swiftly interrupted,

"I am not watching that movie, Rachel Berry. NO. WAY."

"But The Notebook..." Rachel pouted as she was again interrupted.

"What are you watching?" Charlie turned to her sister.

Quinn had been observing them with keen interest at first, but was now staring at her popcorn intently. She chewed lightly on her bottom lip at the question, then took her time soothing the bite with a swipe of her tongue before looking up and answering quietly, almost hesitantly,

"The Notebook."

"See," the diva squealed victoriously at that. "Even Quinn agrees."

Now it was Charlie's turn to pout and she did, accompanying it with an audible whimper.

"Do you mind?" she asked the cheerleader, who just shook her head in reply. "Okay then, make yourselves comfortable. I'm going to, um, get my laptop."

Then she stomped off, muttering to herself. Rachel and Quinn, left awkwardly behind, could hear some of the words and they sounded suspiciously like 'stupid', 'stubborn' and 'headphones'.

TBC