A/N: Hello! I'm sorry if there's a lot of mistakes. I really wanted to get this out before Thanksgiving Break and didn't proofread as thoroughly as I usually do. Thank you all who have favorited, followed, and reviewed! It means so much! Thank you! Please continue to review and those who haven't - will you consider doing it? :) Again, thank you all and enjoy your Holiday break!

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Quinn followed Rachel through the streets of New York silently. They hadn't really talked since the awkward breakfast they shared and the blonde was getting antsy. Deciding to just bite the bullet, Quinn grabbed the brunettes arm and pulled her to a stop. Rachel watched her in confusion as Quinn led them to the side so they won't be getting constantly bumped into.

"Are we good," she asked, searching the shorter girl's face. "Because I'm getting the feeling that we aren't."

Rachel licked her lips and wrapped her arms around her middle. She shrugged and shook her head. "No, we're good." Quinn kept staring at her face and Rachel smiled.

"Are you sure?" When Rachel nodded again, Quinn back away and nodded too. "Okay."

Rachel smiled at Quinn's still suspicious attitude and pulled the taller girl into a hug. "We're perfect. I promise. I was acting stupid and that was my fault." Her eyes closed involuntarily as soon as the blonde's longer limbs enclosed around her. She rested her head against the younger girl's chest and smiled before pulling back. "C'mon. The coffee shop that we're meeting my friends at is a place I know you'll love."

She grabbed the blonde's hand and pulled her across the street, shoulders bumping as they ran. Quinn took a deep breath on the other side; feeling much calmer and relaxed as she followed the noticeably more cheerful Rachel. Quickening her steps to walk beside the brunette, she threw an arm around the girl's shoulders and brought her closer; placing a quick, friendly, kiss to her head. When Rachel laced their fingers together without a thought – it left Quinn to wonder why Rachel was okay with physical intimacy and not verbal.

Quinn could hold Rachel all she wanted, but the second she tried to verbalize it by doing something like her earlier flirting – Rachel clamped up. It confused and upset her, but it also gave her hope that maybe. Just maybe, she wasn't as alone in this as she thought.

Yeah, wishful thinking, Quinn.

It wasn't long before they walked into a very suave coffee shop and Quinn's previous thoughts vanished as she took in the small café. "Wow," she mumbled quietly. She immediately knew this was going to be her go-to place as her eyes continued to roam the shop with wonder. It had a laid-back, sophisticated aura to it that she absolutely loved. It wasn't too crowded and those that were there were keeping to themselves as they drank their coffee and typed on their laptops, or read. Rachel looked at her with a smile.

"I knew you were going to love this place," she said, claiming an empty table by the window. "When I first moved here, this place reminded me of you."

Quinn tried not to show how much that statement affected her as she slipped in the seat opposite of Rachel. Her heart soared at the knowledge that Rachel thought of her, however innocent, while she was in New York. "It's amazing here," she replied honestly. "I already picked it as my go-to-place when I need to study." Or, get away when living with you becomes too much to handle.

Rachel beamed. "That's great! It's not even far from our apartment."

Quinn coughed in her hand to hide the idiotic smile that was threatening to cover her face at Rachel's word choice. Suddenly Rachel's phone went off and stole her attention. She looked at it and then smiled.

"My friends are here," she said happily. "You know one of them, I think. Kurt Hummel," she prompted.

Quinn rolled the name around in her head. Her eyes narrowed. "He was gay, wasn't he?"

Rachel rolled her eyes. "Yes, Quinn, he was gay."

Quinn's mouth lifted into half-smile and she nodded. "Then yes, I remember him." She remembers his voice to be more accurate. Rachel brought to him over to her house once when she was little. He was the only guy Rachel brought over that Quinn didn't feel threatened by and it was mostly due to the fact that she believed he'd probably cry if he ever had to see a vagina.

"Is he all that's coming?" she wondered.

Rachel shook her head. "No. He's bringing his boyfriend, Blaine, too. I knew him in high school too, but I don't think I ever brought him over to your house. And then there's Brody, he's the last that's coming. I met him my freshman year in College."

Quinn's face scrunched up. "Didn't you date him?"

"Yes, I dated him very briefly in freshman year. It never got serious."

Quinn nodded; a part of her already casting judgment and disliking him. She twisted her body to look behind her when Rachel perked up in her seat with a bright smile. Her eyes glanced over the first one, Kurt, having already seen him when she was younger. Her gaze lingered just a little bit longer on the one with the bowtie and gelled hair and assumed he was Blaine – seeing as how his hand was being gripped tightly by Kurt. Her eyes locked on the last body walking in: Brody. She checked him out; sizing him up and a small smirk formed.

No competition.

She felt Rachel's hand cover her own on the table and immediately turned to her. Frowning, when she noticed the slight worried look Rachel sported. "Are you okay?" she asked, leaning forward with concern.

Rachel fidgeted. "Stay away from Brody, Quinn." It was said as a warning and Quinn's eyebrows knitted in confusion. "He's a heartbreaker, a player. There's a reason why we never got serious."

Despite herself, Quinn laughed. "Don't worry, Rachel, I'm not in the least bit interested in him."

Rachel's eyes narrowed as she tried to find if the blonde was lying. Quinn's brow arched in amusement and that seemed to satisfy the brunette. "Good," she smiled. "Because while Brody is a horrible partner; he's surprisingly a very good friend. And I'd hate to have to end our friendship because he broke your heart."

"Who broke who's heart?" Kurt asked, announcing his presence. "Oh, and thank you so much for getting our attention so we could know where you were sitting," he added sarcastically.

Rachel rolled her eyes. "I was in the middle of a discussion with Quinn, Kurt. Besides, this place is hardly big enough to give you too much of a trouble with finding us."

Kurt hummed, but said nothing as he slipped in the seat beside Rachel. Blaine took a seat beside Kurt and Brody sat beside Quinn with a smile she assumed was supposed to be charming.

Oh, goody.

"Hello, Quinn," Kurt greeted with a warm smile. "Long time, no see. This is my boyfriend, Blaine." Quinn smiled at the man as he gave a small wave. Brody cleared his throat and leaned in a little too close as he introduced himself.

"I'm Brody," he said, holding his hand out. He sported a cocky smile that most girls probably found attractive.

Eyeing the hand offered, Quinn took it and greeted him coolly. "Quinn."

Brody eyed her for a second before letting her hand go and pulling back with a broadened smile. "Pleasure to meet you, Quinn."

Quinn only tilted her head in agreement.

Rachel cleared her throat. Loudly. Clapping her hand together, she leaned forward; staring at the two intently. "Well, now that the greetings are over with – let's move on."

Kurt was the first to switch subjects. "When do you start school, Quinn?"

"I start towards the end of August. So, in about two months I'll be starting my classes." She tried to hide her excitement, but knew she failed when Rachel raised her brows and smiled widely.

"What are you majoring in," Blaine asked, speaking for the first time.

"I'm not sure, yet. I'm thinking English, or something similar to it."

"So, not only are you beautiful; you're also intelligent," Brody flirted.

Rachel frowned at him. "She's eighteen," she warned.

Brody was unfazed. "I'm twenty-five. You and Kurt are twenty-three, and Blaine is twenty-two." He gave Rachel a disarming smile before continuing. "Now that Rachel's satisfied that all our ages out there, why don't we go out and have a little fun?"

Rachel huffed and crossed her arms, but Kurt leaned forward interested.

"What kind of fun?"

"There's a new club that just opened and it even allows eighteen-year-olds in as long as they get stamped." He looked at Quinn apologetically.

"We should go," Kurt announced excitedly.

"No, we shouldn't," Rachel protested. "Quinn . . ."

"I'm fine with going," she cut in. Feeling a little put out by Rachel's smothering.

"It's barely five o'clock," she argued.

"So we'll just walk around 'till it gets a little darker," Blaine reasoned.

Rachel crossed her arms stubbornly, but seeing all of her friends' excited faces caused her to deflate. "Fine," she caved, unhappily.

"Yeah," Brody laughed and clapped his hands once before reaching over to playfully shake Rachel's shoulders until a smile broke through.

They gathered their things and began walking out with Brody leading and Kurt and Blaine right behind. Rachel and Quinn were the last ones out and Quinn turned to her smaller companion when she felt a hand on her lower back. Rachel was looking at her with apologetic eyes.

"I'm sorry about them," she whispered, gesturing to the three men with her head. "They're not . . .," she trailed of before shaking her head with a small laugh. "No, actually, they're always like that. I probably should've warned you."

Quinn smiled. "I like them. They're friendly and seem like fun."

"They are," Rachel agreed affectionately. "But, don't let Brody fool you," she once again warned. "He's bad news."

Quinn laughed, throwing an arm around the shorter girl's shoulder. She crushed her into her side and placed a lingering kiss to her head before pulling back with a small smile. "You have absolutely nothing to worry about," she told her honestly.

Rachel smiled, wrapping both arms around the blonde's waist. "Good," she mumbled idly, leaning against the taller girl's frame as they walked down the streets of New York; a smile of content on her lips.