Getting cleaned up for the day ahead
Quinn's release was the shower; if she'd had a bad day or she was just really stressed, she'd take a shower. It was there she could let loose and sing without judgement, after all, everyone sings in the shower so no one can really ask you to stop. She loved to sing ballads that belted a bit at the end, they always made her feel like she could do anything she wanted to.
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Q sang and felt liberated as her vivid hair clung to her face like the soap suds clung to her body. She smiled and turned the water off as the last of the bubbles swam down the drain. She wrapped herself in her favourite towel and then thought about leaving the bathroom.
She knew Rachel was up, she'd heard her exercising next door about half an hour before Quinn had decided to have a shower, up until that point she had slept well but she didn't mind being woken up by the faint sound of an exercise bike, she would have woken up soon anyway.
Quinn checked herself in the mirror on her tiptoes; Rachel should be in the lounge by now and the pastel punk's towel just about covered her ass. Q was going to get her girl; she just wasn't going to do it directly. She was all about planting seeds then leaving them to grow.
Rachel was sitting on the sofa that faced the TV, flicking through the things she'd recorded to see if there was anything she fancied watching this morning when Quinn emerged from the bathroom. She walked straight past Rachel and in to her room, pausing at the door. The singer had never seen more perfect legs but that was beside the point, that towel was frightfully short and Quinn's hair was sticking up all over the place a bit like a lion mane. Q turned around and Rachel realised she must look a bit like a rabbit in headlights staring at her flatmate's legs.
Quinn's face looked as if vegan butter wouldn't melt as she smiled at the girl on the sofa.
"Morning" she said with a slight chuckle.
"Morning lion head" Rachel retorted pleasantly, trying to get her cool back. Quinn attempted to look at her hair, moving her head backwards and sideways to try and see what she looked like, upon giving up she looked at the diva on the sofa and growled before heading in to her room and shutting the door behind herself.
Rachel was mildly stunned by the growl but quite liked it like she might like Quinn's legs if she were that way inclined, which she isn't. Quinn's a very pretty girl and she works out which keeps her in good shape, so obviously it was only natural for Rachel to admire her body, wasn't it?
The singer heard her flatmate half singing 'Like a bridge over troubled water' in her room, it was good, her voice was better now that it had had a chance to age, obviously it was still not as good as Rachel's own but it was still very much improved from its high school state. The brown eyed girl tiptoed over to the door to see if she could hear any clearer than on the couch and the singing stopped, Rachel didn't move a muscle.
"Rach?" came Quinn's muffled voice, right on the other side of the door, "Are you there?"
"Yeah…" said Rachel, trailing off a little in embarrassment, she blushed and the shade of pink grew as she heard Quinn chuckle from the other side of the wood. "You're a very good singer Quinn." The laughter stopped almost abruptly.
Quinn smiled at the slightly worn wood of the door.
"Thanks Rach…" The other girl would never know how much the compliment meant to the Yale student.
"It's alright, lion head" called the singer. Q heard her footsteps move away from the door and stop as she reached the sofa. She sat sown on the edge of her bed and sighed, rubbing her out of control pink mane in happy contentment.
"One day Rachel Berry, I'll get you to be my lion queen…" she sighed to herself.
"What?" shouted Rachel in a strangled voice from the other room.
"Nothing!" called back Quinn, inwardly and outwardly cringing, next time she soliloquised she would have to make sure she was out of ear shot.