A/N: Heeeeeeey. So I didn't want this in the next chapter so I decided on a 3.5 chapter. It's just texting between them because I feel like it's necessary. School is taking over my life and everything in school is writing so I'm getting a bit of a writer's block. But yeah, here's some "innocent" texting. Live long and prosper!

Two days.

Did you always want to become a writer? Or is that like a "new" thing?

Good morning to you too.

Morning. Back to the question.

Okay, wow. I think that somewhere I've always loved writing but it didn't start to be an intense feeling of life or death until I was 15-16 something. Why?

Just wondering. What did you want to be before that?

A cat.

Haha. No but seriously I want to know.

I'm dead serious. I wanted to be a cat. When I was a kid it was like a real thing I wanted to be but then it kind of turned into a running joke in my family.

Oh. Well, why not. Cat's are cute.

Is that your way of saying I'm cute?

Only if you want it to.

I want it to.

Then it is.

Thank you.

I don't get to hear I'm cute too?

No. Or well, you'll hear it. Moany times, but not just now because it's a text.

1. Don't I get to read I'm cute too? 2. Was that just a typo which looks like a Freudian slip?

1. Yes. You are cute too. Very very cute. 2. I'll just play it of by not answering because it seems more than likely that it was just a Freudian slip but I wouldn't admit to that now would I?

1. Thank you. 2. I don't think you would but hey, I could make you moan that anytime.

I'm going to pretend that I didn't just read that because we have just known each other for what? Two days?

I think we are past that stage of not being able to say sexual things because of every kiss on the couch which was indeed two days ago.

Funny. I can write long detailed sex scenes but I didn't know we were past that stage.

You serious right now? Because I can come over to your place and we could you know, get past that stage. Sometime after 5?

I can't even explain what sound that just came out of my mouth because I have to say no. My roommate's home all day. And while he wouldn't mind us (trust me, he's a bit of a creep like that), I would mind him. And plus, I have to write.

I want to hear that sound Quinn, please?

You're making it very hard to say no right now, but I have to work.

You could just say you are having company over and tell him to go do something.

I've already talked to him about you, so you are Rachel to him and not company. But just trust me, he would find away to listen in.

Do I get to meet him?

Yeah, some day. If I get to meet your mystery friend Kurt.

He's not a mystery friend. He's just Kurt. Kurt who is more excited over you than I am.

You are not excited enough over me if he's more excited.

Quinn, trust me when I say that I'm very very excited. It's just that the last time I dated someone, which I'm presuming we are calling this, was in High School. And my only real friends are Kurt and the cast of 'Funny Girl' so he's excited over that.

Okay. So what are you excited about?

You are just asking for it, aren't you?

My use of a question mark at the end of my sentence do signify that I am asking a question, Rachel. That's how question marks works.

Ha. ha. Let's change topic before I don't care about the roommate and do come over.

Okay. Did you always want to become a broadway star/singer?

Stupid question. Yes.

How was I suppose to know it was a stupid question? Not everyone knows what their passion is when they come out of the womb.

Clearly.

Mm.

So...When do I get to see you again?

I don't know. As soon as possible. But I still don't know if I got the bookshop job and I'm living of my roommate and my parents so I need to work a lot on the book. Which feels so stupid because there's a big chance no one wants to publish it.

I still stand with what I said at the party, I have connections I can talk to for you.

Thanks, but I don't know.

You don't know? I was saying that I could help you get your book published and you don't know?

Mm, that's what I said.

Sometimes I don't understand you.

Two days, Rachel, two days. You aren't suppose to or required to understand me all the time yet.

Well, sadly I have to go because we are doing some rehearsing. But I'll call my connections, and then I'll talk to you.

Rachel. I still haven't said yes to it.

Rachel!

Ugh, you aren't even going to answer so why am I still texting?

Three days.

Hey stranger.

Hey. Sorry about yesterday. I would've texted you but stuff happened.

What kind of stuff?

Uhm- RENT with Kurt and calls from my dads. And talking to them never ends.

Dads? You could've texted me during that.

Yes, gay dads. I could've. But I didn't.

Lucky you. Clearly.

I talked to my connections.

I'm not even going to fight you on this anymore because it's not going to help

Exactly. But they said that they're always up to reading stuff from new authors.

Really?

Really.

Oh.

Oh what?

Nothing. Just didn't think it was that easy.

It's easy because you have me. Question: How much is there left of the book for you to write?

I guess I'm lucky to have you then. Answer: Not a whole lot actually.

Yes, you are. But I'm lucky to have you too. Another question: How long would you say it'll take?

Thank you? Another answer: If I write about as much and as fast as I usually do. Three-four weeks maybe.

Good, now tell my connections that. They want you to mail them at . Just tell them what you told me.

Which is what exactly?

How long it'll take and maybe a little more exactly how much more you have to write.

Okay. I have to take a shower now because I stink.

I'm debating about whether or not you just told me that because you thought it would be really funny to tease me with it, or if you told me because you won't answer my texts.

Both.

I hate you.

Mm, keep telling yourself that stranger.

Why stranger?

Come again?

Why "stranger"? I'm not a stranger, Quinn. (Also, you are still answering my texts.)

I don't know. Want me to stop? (I'm stopping now.)

Yes. (Please don't.)

Okay, you really did stop now.

Yes, I did. But I'm back now. All wet and just in a towel.

Quinn Fabray!

Yes, Miss. Berry?

That's it, I'm coming over.

You don't even know where I live.

No, I don't. But it's not that hard to find out.

Okay, I'm sorry. But if you want this book to be finished you are not coming over.

Once again, I hate you.

Once again, keep telling yourself that.

Five days.

I want you.

Come again?

I. Want. You.

It's the middle of the night Rachel.

Yes, the best time to have you.

Oh god. Rachel, go to sleep.

I've been trying for the past two hours. Not happening.

Well, I'm not happening to you either. Not now.

Please? I can come over. You don't even have to move an inch.

Five days, Rachel, five days.

You are making this very hard for me.

What am I making hard for you?

Functioning as a human being. Thinking. Working. Everything.

Everything?

Okay, not everything.

Not everything including?

Do you even have to ask?

No, but I want you to say it.

You refuse me the right to come over so I'm not saying it.

Fine.

Fine what? Fine, I get to come over?

No. Fine as I don't want to hear it then.

Ugh. I know you want this too. Why aren't you letting it happen?

It's a mystery.

I hate you.

Good night, Rachel.

Good night, Quinn.

Six days.

You know what day it is?

Friday?

Yes. But do you know what else?

No, but I have a feeling you're going to tell me.

It's the day we go for coffee at 2.

Oh, is it now?

Yes.

Where?

I don't know. You pick.

You know the Starbucks at 195 Broadway?

Yes.

How about we meet up there?

Sure.

Oh, and I'm sorry about last night. Or was it the night before that? Anyhow, I'm sorry.

No need.

No, but really.

Rachel, it's fine.

You sure?

100%

Good.

Does this mean I get to come over?

What?

Us meeting up again.

Yes. Or me coming over to yours.

Really?

Mhm.

You obviously can't see it, but I'm smiling like an idiot.

I'm smiling like an idiot at that text.

I can see that.

Oh, are you a stalker now?

Yes. But right now I'm only imagining it.

How nice. Does it look good on me? Smiling like an idiot?

You always look good.

Rachel Berry, you are such a smooth talker.

One of my many talents.

Not doubting that. Well, I have to work. See you later.

What? No! We were just getting this conversation started, you can't leave!

Watch me.

I hate you.

You keep saying that. It's almost like you're trying to say you love me. But what would I know.

You know, I may be a smooth talker, but you have way with words I can't explain.

One of my many talents.

See you later.