Hey guys! I'm updating early because I may not be able to update next week. My schedule will be full! I'm sorry for this boring stuff and thank you for the reviews. And please if you have good songs that the duet partners can sing, please tell me :D I am open to suggestions! Seriously I am. Keep smiling, people!
"So are you going to my house or am I?" Rachel asked Quinn as the bell rang indicating the end of school for the day. Most of the Glee Club members were out the door. The only ones left were Rachel, Quinn, Brittany, Santana and Kurt.
"Wherever you want," Quinn said softly.
"Alright we'll go to my house," Rachel smiled but still a bit sad.
"W-wait, are you sure it's ok? I mean your dads? Is it ok to your dads?" Quinn uttered.
"Yes, I'm pretty sure. Daddy is working late tonight and Dad would be probably sleep since he has a morning shift tomorrow," Rachel said.
"Ok I'll see you later then," Quinn smiled at the brunette who returned the gesture and walked away.
"Nice going, you're getting good Virgin Mary," Santana smirked as the choir room door closed.
"Yes that was a good move," Kurt added who was beaming. Quinn glared at the guy.
"I could have killed you, you know. Talk about subtlety," she muttered.
"Well I thought you were to chicken to even say hi so I decided to take the situation under my hands but I didn't know you already had it in the bag," Kurt explained.
"Well next time, talk to me first," Quinn said.
"Who will want to talk to you if you're attitude is like that?" someone said from the door.
"Puck!"
"How long have you been there?" Quinn asked.
"Enough," the mohawked-boy smirked.
"Don't worry Q, he knows," Santana said sitting down on a stool beside Brittany.
"You know?" Quinn gaped.
"Yes babe, I do. It's so obvious. I don't think you're the one to talk subtlety with Kurt," Puck laughed leaning against the black piano. Quinn rolled her eyes.
"So what do you think of all of this?" Quinn had her HBIC pose.
"I think it's awesome! Maybe sometime I get to join," Puck wiggled his eyebrows and Quinn gagged.
"You are disgusting," Quinn smirked.
"Just how you like it," Puck winked.
"Look I've got to go. I'll see you guys tomorrow," Quinn waved at them and ran out of the room.
"You hurting big boy?" Santana examined the boy who was still looking at the spot where Quinn was.
"Yeah but whatever. Quinn deserves someone who will take care of her. She deserves to be happy," Puck scratched his head turning to Santana and Brittany.
"Wait you li-love Quinn?" Kurt asked.
"Yeah! Got a problem with that?" Puck spun to Kurt.
"No. Just…I'm sorry," Kurt said quietly.
"I don't need your sorry. Anyway I'm going to find Finn before he starts praying to grilled cheese sandwich again," Puck waved nonchalantly and was gone.
Santana and Brittany followed the bad boy leaving Kurt to his thoughts.
Quinn was nervously pacing in front of the Berry's residence, a bag slung over her shoulder. She had been pacing for about ten minutes and getting her courage up. But everytime she took a step forward, she imagines one of Rachel's dads shouting at her and asking her to go and never come back.
Oh come on not again. You're HBIC for God's sakes.
This is not high school!
You're Quinn Fabray. Intimidating,manipulative.
Are you sure you're helping? And how many times do I have to say this. Stop talking to me.
Fine. Good luck!
She took a step forward and at the same time the red door of the Berry's residence opened revealing Rachel Berry carrying a rubbish bag.
"Quinn?" Rachel stopped in her tracks upon seeing the blonde.
"Hi Rachel," Quinn greeted back approaching the brunette slowly.
"Have you been outside for long?" Rachel asked dumping the bag in one of the dumpster.
"N-no. I just arrived actually," Quinn smiled and Rachel raised an eyebrow.
"I promise," Quinn said holding up a hand.
"Come on in. Dad's tomorrow morning shift changed to tomorrow afternoon so he gets free time. He's watching TV now," Rachel informed the blonde as they entered the Berry household.
"Nice house Berry," Quinn complimented looking around.
"Thanks," Rachel said observing Quinn observing the house.
"R-rachel? Does your dad or daddy knows who I-I am?" Quinn whispered. Rachel shook her head.
"No they don't. But your name has come up once or twice," Rachel whispered back, "You are Quinn Fabray after all. Don't worry it's nothing bad."
Quinn nodded and followed the brunette into the living room where a tanned man sat on a couch intently watching the TV.
"Dad this is Quinn," Rachel introduced and Hiram's eyes went from the TV to the blonde who was fidgeting with the strap of her bag.
"Oh Quinn! Hello. I'm Hiram! Nice to meet you," Hiram stood up to shake hands with the blonde who took his hand politely.
"Thank you Mr. Berry. Nice to meet you too," Quinn smiled.
"Oh you can call me Hiram, dear. So do you guys want anything? Take out? Drinks? Drugs? No I'm only joking. Drugs are not good for you. Do not ever take one or even touch one. Uh uh." Hiram said. Quinn chuckled lightly as Rachel rolled her eyes.
"Dad we're fine. We're just going to go up and work on our songs," Rachel smiled at the man who grinned back.
"Okay baby. If you need anything, I'm here," Hiram said sitting on the couch again.
"Your dad is funny," Quinn muttered as they went up the stairs.
"Yeah he is. When he was young, he won many awards for Funniest Kid of the Year. I think he has it in his and Daddy's bedroom. He's very proud of it," Rachel giggled.
"He's a doctor right?" Quinn asked as they stop in front of Rachel's bedroom door.
"Yeah him and Daddy," Rachel nodded, "anyway here's my room," she smiled turning the doorknob. Everything was organised and pink and gold. The bed was in the middle of the room and the TV across it whish was sitting on a wooden shelf full of movies.
"Nice collection," Quinn said.
"Actually there's more in that wardrobe over there," Rachel pointed to a pink wardrobe with gold stars decorated on it.
"Oh really? Can I see?"
"Yeah here look," Rachel opened the wardrobe revealing clothes and on both sides of the wardrobe were full shelves of movies.
"Wow, I would love to have a collection like this," Quinn stroked the DvD cases, "anyway songs," Quinn said stepping out of the wardrobe and facing Rachel.
"Right, let's do this." Rachel asserted.
For a whole two hours the duet partner argued, laughed, debated and bonded. The blonde felt her feelings towards the brunette grow stronger. And the diva was shown this side of the head cheerleader.
"I've never seen this side of you," Rachel said. Quinn glanced at her then back to the papers.
"What side?"
"This side. Where you're so carefree, not under pressure, not mean, not intimidating. The soft side maybe?"
Quinn chuckled softly, "I don't have a soft side,"
"Of course you do. Everyone does," Rachel argued.
"Whatever you say," Quinn smiled at the brunette.
"Look at this-"
"What about th-"
They both said at the same time reaching for the same paper lying on the bed between them. Quinn's hand hit Rachel's wrists accidentally and the brunette hissed and immediately cradled her hand.
"..Is something wrong with your hand?" Quinn asked eyebrows furrowing.
"N-no nothing," Rachel replied.
"Can I see your hand please Rach?"
Rachel looked at the blonde nervously, "It's nothing I had a little accident in the kitchen earlier,"
Quinn looked at her in HBIC mode and Rachel looked down on the papers. She grabbed the brunette's upper arm.
"W-what are you doing? Let go Quinn," Rachel said as Quinn pulled up Rachel's sleeves. She was met by a bruise in the shape of a hand. The bruise was a multitude of hues, colors that should not be on someone's skin. Quinn saw red but her face did not show this.
"Was this Finn?" she asked flatly.
"It was. But it wasn't his fault. I was in a bad mood and I was kind of annoying him. I tried walking away, he grabbed me in the wrist and.." Rachel trailed off as Quinn looked at her.
Her expression was blank. Her eyes full of unreadable emotions. Rachel was surprised by this. She never thought Quinn actually cared about her but what she's seeing right in front of her now is something new.
"Are you defending him?" Quinn asked quietly. Rachel didn't respond but took her wrist back.
"Did you tell anyone? He could have done something worse. Why did you let him do this? Was he sorry? Where else did he hurt you?" Quinn said in an outburst.
"No I did not tell anyone because this is my-"
"Don't even say this was your fault. He had no right to do this."
"It wasn't really his fault Quinn," Rachel mumbled, "I was being annoying and when I didn't listened to him and walked away, I guessed he got mad. All boys have temper. I know he didn't mean it. He said sorry but we are on a what I would describe a break," Rachel slumped against the headboard of her bed.
"Can I be honest Rachel?" Rachel looked at the blonde with sad eyes and nodded.
"I don't think Finn deserves you. I think he's only holding you back. You are much better for him. You deserve someone who will take care of you. Who cares about you. Who will make you happy and special,"
Someone not me. I'm not far from Finn.
"You don't deserve this Rachel. You don't," Quinn said. What came over me that I managed to say all those things?
A few seconds of silence passed before a sob escaped from the diva.
"Are you ok? D-did I say something?" Quinn asked clearly nervous.
"No. It's just nice to hear something like that coming from you," Rachel looked up at her. Her eyes teary.
"Well yeah don't mention it." Quinn felt all the heat from her body travel to her face.
"Anyway, I have to go. It's getting late," the blonde stood up and the brunette followed her actions.
They went down stairs, seeing Hiram Berry sleeping on the couch.
"If you want you could come over again, we could work on the songs again and I could teach you some History," Rachel suggested as she opened the door.
"Sure. Thank you, I'll see you tomorrow,"
"Yes I will. See you,"
Quinn was down two steps when Rachel called out shyly, "Quinn? Are we friends?"
The blonde spun around and smiled gently, "Of course we are."