Quinn didn't automatically shy away when she woke up to Rachel in her arms this time. She was actually starting to really enjoy it, which scared her the most. This was what made her remove herself from the happy bubble she was in when holding Rachel.

Not wanting to have breakfast (well, technically lunch since they had slept in) without Rachel, she started going through everything they had brought. There were several items in there that weren't food. Quinn found a pen, bar of soap, paper towels, knife, roadway map of Ohio, and some paper to name a few things.

"Good morning," Rachel yawned, crawling over to sit beside her.

"What did you get all this for?" she asked, indicating the small pile of odds and ends.

"I don't know. I thought we might use it."

"What could we possibly use pen and paper for? Writing a novel about our experience?" she teased.

"No, I thought it might be helpful to have a sketch of the maze," she replied distractedly as she fished through the bags to find some fruit. She handed Quinn an apple and then got one for herself.

"How do you plan on doing that?"

"Though it would be infinitely easier to map it from a vantage point, I guess we'll just walk through and sketch it out."

"I can lift you."

Rachel's face scrunched up in confusion and Quinn told herself that it wasn't the cutest thing she had ever seen. "What?"

"I'm a cheerleader, I can lift you up and you can map it out."

"I thought you were top of the pyramid? I didn't think they did much lifting."

Quinn actually hadn't done much lifting, not since freshman year, but her pride was on the line and she was confident that she could lift tiny Rachel. "Grab your paper and let's go."

"Can we at least finish breakfast first?" she asked, holding up her half-eaten apple.

"No."

She sighed and put the apple down. Quinn was determined and there was no changing her mind now. "How are we going to do this?"

"I'll bend down and you sit on my shoulders."

Rachel looked worried. "I don't remember that in a Cheerios routine."

"That's because it's not. To actually lift someone you need at least two people."

If anything, she became more worried. "Oh. So you're just setting us up to fall by using unsanctioned moves."

"I won't let you fall," Quinn promised. "After winning a tournament of Chicken Fight with Santana against every other Cheerio, I think I can handle you."

"What's Chicken Fight?"

Quinn sighed. Of course she didn't know what Chicken Fight was. "It's where you sit on someone's shoulders and try to knock the opposing person off before they knock you off."

"That sounds highly dangerous."

"That's why you play it in the pool."

"You do know that someone weighs significantly less in a pool, so you've never actually carried a person on your shoulders which means you're likely to fall and we'll both break something and be stuck here forever!"

Quinn stood there and let her rant, barely suppressing an eye roll. "Are you done now?"

"Yes."

"I think I can handle you. Just as long as you don't wiggle around. Brittany did that which was why I didn't partner up with her."

"I'll try."

To be fair, she really did try. But even though she had scaled down a three-story building, her fear of heights hadn't lessened. So she was a bit squirmy when she saw just how high she was off the ground.

"Rachel…" Quinn warned.

"Oh hey! I see the exit! Let me sketch it." She looked down, noticing there was absolutely nothing for her to set the paper on to draw. "Um Quinn? Can I use your head so I can draw?"

Quinn really didn't want her to. She was Quinn fucking Fabray after all, not a table. Though she knew that if she refused they might never get out of there, so she grit her teeth together and answered, "If you have to." Rachel didn't waste any time in getting started.

Quinn imagined what they must look like at the moment: former cheerleader and HBIC Quinn Fabray with resident loser and Glee Club star Rachel Berry sitting on her shoulders and drawing a picture on her head. It was such a ridiculous thought that she laughed.

"What?" Rachel asked, glancing down at her to see just what was so funny.

The sudden movement almost caused her to lose her balance. "Nothing. Stay still."

Rachel resumed drawing and Quinn was left to think about how her legs had started shaking. It had been so long since she exercised, much less went through a Cheerios exercise. Her legs were no longer used to these kinds of strenuous activities, and it was showing. She internally cursed at herself for being selfish and choosing to read indoors all day instead of going running since school let out.

"You almost done?" she called out, trying not to let the pleading be heard in her voice.

"Just give me a couple more minutes," Rachel muttered. "Also turn around so I can record the rest of the maze just in case."

Quinn almost whined, but she turned anyway because they would need this if they wanted to get out. Only she didn't make it all the way. One false step and her foot caved in on her, causing her to land on her ankle and for both of them to come tumbling down.

Pain shot through her, but that didn't bother her. She had endured worse. Her main concern was the girl she had promised they wouldn't fall. "Shit. Rachel, are you okay?"

"The language was once again not necessary," she murmured, remaining on the ground with her eyes closed.

"I asked you a question," Quinn replied, annoyed that Rachel was joking when she could be hurt.

"I'm fine, just a little winded. It was nothing compared to the fall from yesterday. And you, Quinn? You're the one who really fell."

She glanced at her ankle, which had begun swelling up. If she told Rachel, there was sure to be a freakout. So she decided to keep it to herself. She'd lived with a sprained ankle before, if that's what it was. "I'm okay. Did you get the map?"

"Everything except what's behind us. And it's no wonder we get easily lost. This place is enormous."

"Will we be able to navigate our way out now?" As long as they could get out, it was worth a sprained ankle.

"Of course."

"Good." Quinn moved over to Rachel. "You sure you're okay?"

"Since when did you become so caring?" Rachel asked, confused.

She hadn't realized she was being too caring. She quickly dismissed it with a lame excuse. "I'm not, we just need your talent in Glee Club."

"It's summer, Quinn. I won't have to dance for Glee until September."

"Oh."

"But yes, I'm perfectly fine." She sat up and smiled lightly at Quinn. "See?"

"Okay."

"Can we finish breakfast now? Afterwards, I suggest we make our way out of the maze, lest we run into Jacob Ben Israel again."

"Sure." Quinn didn't think she could walk at the moment, anyway. "Can you bring me my apple?"

Rachel hesitated for a second, and Quinn was sure she was going to call out her injury, but she didn't. "Sure. Want anything else?"

"Water? And maybe another apple?"

"Okay." She skipped off around the corner to their stuff.

Quinn used the time to check the seriousness of her injury. After poking it with her finger and feeling enough pain to make her want to cry, she decided that she had definitely sprained it. She just hoped it wasn't fractured or broken.

"Here you go," Rachel said, handing her the apples and water before sitting down to enjoy her own. "How far do you think we are from Lima?"

Quinn thought of her ankle and how much it was going to hurt to walk. "Hopefully not far."

"Oh I know! Let's look at the map of Ohio!" She scrambled up to go get it, but Quinn stopped her.

"All you got was a roadmap. We won't be able to find ourselves on it."

"Guess it was stupid to get it, then." Rachel frowned, expecting Quinn to start chastising her.

"No, it'll be helpful if we end up on a highway once we're out of here."

She brightened. "Oh good! And we're definitely reporting this to the police the second we get home, right?"

"Yes. Why wouldn't we?"

"I don't know. We should get started. I would love to finally be able to sleep in my bed again instead of the cold, hard ground." Rachel stood up, and Quinn internally panicked. Breakfast had been shorter than she predicted and she was about to have to walk. She wasn't prepared for this.

She stood up anyway, because she was anything but weak, and immediately fell back down. Rachel took notice, much to Quinn's dismay.

She quickly inspected the ankle that Quinn was clutching while uttering expletives. "You did hurt yourself!"

"It's not that bad," Quinn managed to get out after she had stopped cursing under her breath.

"Yes it is! You've definitely sprained it! You shouldn't walk until at least tomorrow."

"I'll be fine! I've done this before, just give me a hand up," Quinn insisted.

"No. You're going to sit here and rest your ankle and maybe I'll help you tomorrow, but as of now I refuse."

Quinn could not let Rachel see her as weak. So she switched over to mean, which was the easiest to do. "Berry, you are going to help me up."

"I do not appreciate you reverting to calling me by my last name, nor the mean tone of your voice. If you would just quietly sit there while I go get something to elevate your ankle with."

The moment Rachel was gone, Quinn sighed in defeat. There was no changing it now. She was stuck like this and she hated it. She didn't want to feel helpless, especially around Rachel Berry.

"We can't just sit here," Quinn protested when Rachel came back. "What if Jacob shows up again?" Rachel ignored her as she gently put a roll of paper towels under Quinn's hurt ankle.

"You might want to get comfortable," she commented before she leaned back against the hedge beside Quinn. "Because we're here for another day at least."

"You're impossible," Quinn replied quietly as she laid her head on Rachel's shoulder. If she was going to be forced to stay here for a while, the least she could do was get a couple more hours of sleep.

"I'm okay with that."

Quinn woke up much later to find the sky darkening and her hand in a sleeping Rachel's. Her ankle still throbbed, but she was more focused on how cute Rachel was when she slept. No, she couldn't think that.

But then Rachel sleepily opened her eyes and smiled at her and her heart melted. There was no one in the world who wouldn't think this was cute, she rationed. So she smiled back at her.

Her face unintentionally moved closer to Rachel's, and she was sure they were going to kiss and it was going to be mindblowingly amazing and she didn't care how wrong it was she just wanted it so bad. Then her mind caught up with her because no, she couldn't kiss Rachel. Just… No.

She slowly backed off, resisting the urge to run away because she knew it would do more harm, both to her ankle and to Rachel's feelings, than good. Rachel, thankfully, still didn't look like she was completely awake and therefore didn't comprehend what was going on.

"Did I fall asleep too?" Rachel asked as she sat up. She had fallen asleep against Quinn's head, but when Quinn sat up she had fallen back on the hedge that they sat against.

"I guess so."

That was close. Too close. She couldn't just kiss Rachel. She wasn't supposed to kiss girls. That was all kinds of wrong. She would have to be more careful about how close she got to Rachel, both physically and emotionally, from now on.