Quinn's POV
I called Rachel the morning after me and the guys interrupted the girl's gleekover. I tried four times before her dad, Leroy, picked up. "Berry residence"
"Hi, this is Quinn. Is Rachel there?" I ask my least favorite of Rachel's dads.
"Hi, Quinn, Rachel is sick. She can't make it to the phone right now." He said in a sad voice.
"Oh no, how is she?" I ask, not believing that for a second.
"She's throwing up and shitting all over the place." He says bluntly, catching me completely off guard.
"...Oh, shit.. that's nasty."
"Yeah, she's going to be in and out of the bathroom all day. Sorry, Quinn. You're just going to have to wait for later" He sighs.
"Ok, thanks for letting me know." I say in fake disappointment, already forming a plan in my head.
"No problem, bye-bye!" He says before he hung up much too fast for my liking.
I frown but ignore it and call Santana to help me.
"Stop it, Santana!" I swat her hand away from the bowl.
"Well stop asking for my help, fucker!" She glares as she lick her finger.
Santana came to my house around one while my mom is still at work. I asked her to help me fix some I'm sorry brownies for Rachel. I'm regretting not just calling Sam.
"You sure this is a good idea, Q?"
"For the second time, yes, Santana. I think it's a great freaking idea! That's why the hell we're doing this!" I hiss. She holds her hand up in a surrender motion with raised eyebrows. I grad the pan to put them the mix in and scoop little on my finger to taste it. "Now help me put this shit in there."
I pull up to Rachel's house in my hooptie, ready to apologize. I grab the bag with the soup my mm fixed and the brownies I made and head to the door. I ring the door bell and listen to the typical long ass ring and footsteps coming to the door. Rachel's dad, Leroy, answers the door with a slight frown.
"Quinn? What are you doing here?" He asks in surprise.
"Rachel is sick so I brought her some food to get better!" I answer with a bright smile.
"She's.. sick but she's not sick..."he says with a sigh.
I cock my head to the side, confused but knowing she was never sick to begin with. I hope he's willing to give it up. " what kind of sick is she?"
Again, he sighs like he's about to give bad news. I think its just because he doesn't want to talk to me. "She been sick from the moment she got home this from the sleepover. She said 'Daddy, I'm just sick and tired.' And of course me being the concerned father I am, had to ask of what. can you guess what she said, Quinn?" He pauses, waiting for me to answer.
"No, Leroy-" I start before he interrupts me.
"Its or Sir."
"But you told me to call you by your first name?" I ask, beyond confused.
"That was before you fucked with my daughters feelings. Now im telling you to call me Mr. Berry or sir." He says sternly and crosses his arms.
I'm bewildered but continued on. "No, what did Rachel say?"
"She said and I quote 'Im sick and tired of Quinns shit! She snoops and listened in on us in our sleepover last night. The worse part was that she lied about it when called her the fifth time because she refused to answer until they were out Sugars driveway.'" He stops and gives a self-satisfied noise. "Do you know how I remember word for word?"
"No, sir."
"I wrote that shit down." oh. "Do you know why I wrote that down Quinn?"
"No sir.". Grit my teeth.
"Because I've finally found the moment you fucked up. I never liked you. Nope!" He says popping the p. "You irritate me. My little girl is meant for much more than Lima. Now you and your 'boys' make nothing but trouble, fucking pothead going to keep her here! Its hard enough being gay, let alone talented!" He says with crazed eyes. I stare at him with a bewildered expression and stand erect. "Say something!" His eyes glaze madly. If I hadn't been so confused, I would have been highly insulted.
"... at least I know where Rachel gets her ambition and dramatics from." I laugh nervously as I shuffle foot to foot. "Can I give this to Rachel now?" I ask.
He gives me a blank expression and slams the door in my face. "No."
I look around, clueless about what to do standing outside her house when its pitch black outside. I worked hard to get these fucking brownies these bitches are not going to waste.
I went to my car and parked it down the street from my girlfriends house so that her dad would get suspicious . I walked back to her house and went around the side to her window. I decided to go the romantic way and throw stones and shit.
Corn hole Toss, Tap. Nothing
I started throwing stones making taps. I began tapping with small beats in my head. MOVE BITCH(tap tap) GET OUT THE WAY (tap tap), GET OUT THE WAY (tap tap),BITCH, GET OUT THE - " What the fuck!?"
Rachel's confused voice rang out as she leaned out the widow and glared.
"Baby! Let me in! I brought you some food!" I whisper.
I know no matter how mad my girl is, she'll never turn down free food. She sighs and crosses her arms, reluctantly nodding as I lift the bag up. "Come to the back door." Is all she says before she slams her window down.
I rush to the back and wait for her. When the door swings open, I see her gorgeous upset face. Maybe its just me, but she is adorably sexy when she's mad. After we walk up to her bedroom, I gently grab her chin and until her face towards mine.
"Rachel. I love you so much. I never meant to hurt you and I never meant for you to tell your dad that you sick. I'll try my hardest not to fuck up, but , baby it will happen. Just know that I'm so sorry. And if you want me to go,I'll just leave the food and the special brownies you like when you're sad." I say with a kiss.
She shakes s her head with a small smile and kisses me back. "I love you too, Quinn. Don't leave."
"You sure?" I ask to make sure I can stay. She smiles and nods while opening the box of brownies.
She sniffs it and bites her lip while looking at me with wide hopeful eyes. "You made me pot brownies?"
I smile and nod, giving her and peck on the check as I wrap my arms around her waist. "Anything for my baby. You were sad and pot brownies are a mix of you to favorite comfort foods."
"Was it trouble getting some or did you already have your stash." while taking a bite and licking her fingers, momentarily getting me distracted by her lips.
"Um, no biggie. I had some of mine but I needed a bit more Loud so I called a friend. But the hardest part was holding in my bag while you dad called me a pot head." I say with a laugh as I seal a bit out of her square.
She turns around and kisses all over my face, grabbing me by the front of my dress and pulls me to the bed. "You know, I think I should probably take off that sex ban." She says with a seductive smirk.
"R-really? YES, you totally should! " and takes a bite of her brownie. "Oh, I mean.. cool. It's whatever." I say, trying not to seem too eager.
She laughs again. "Q, calm down. Come get high with me and we'll talk about that later."
I knew it, weed fixes everything... oh yeah, love too.
A/N: hey guys, hope you liked it. I put this at the bottom because I realized half the time I skip reading the top notes to get to the contwnt. Let me know what you prefer. Top or bottom ;)
Lol, anyways, this is mainly Faberry, I mentioned that in Girl Talk but not this one. I also did not say that Rach is a jean kinda girl and they like weed. Quinn has a non Jesus attitude but wears whatever she wants. Kinda OC because I don't like ugly sweaters.
Reviews and suggestions are always motivation. Seriouly. I need reviews if this story is to continue! Lol. (-_-)
