A/N: As you can see I'm trying to do regular updates with this story, which is doing well so far lol. but during the weekend they may not come because my friend is coming into town and we shall have some time partying it up in clubs. But they should be back to regular updates come monday :) thanks for reading my story, and for all the reviews and alerts. I love it when you guys review, because it helps knowing I'm doing a good job.

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After a long flight, a tiring taxi ride to the hotel and a lot of Jet Lag later, they were finally standing in the hotel lobby. The hotel was fancy, which shocked the students; they all wondered how Mr. Schue could afford it, let alone the trip. The windows were stained glass and the walls were a golden colour, which matched the light brown furniture. The floors were white marble and it seemed like a very classy place. Mr. Schuester talked to the guy at the desk and began to sort everything out, and was getting every student their key cards.

"Okay everyone, I know some of you aren't happy with the partners you've been assigned for the trip, but those partners will be your roommates while we're here, which I already mentioned on the plane."

Quinn felt as if she couldn't breathe, she felt Kurt's hand grip hers tightly, which shocked her because she didn't even know he was beside her.

"Now I do have some rules that I expect you to follow. One, if you want to go somewhere please don't go alone. Two, curfews is midnight, if I catch you outside your room after midnight you'll be in a lot of trouble. Also girls and guys can be in each other's rooms, with the exception of Kurt only until 6pm."

Everyone stared at him wide eyed, and Puck held onto a frown not liking the last rule.

"Mr. Schue you're ruining it, how do you expect me to hook up with hot French chicks if they're not-"

"Shut up Puckerman, odds are you won't even get a girl to look at you twice." Quinn said, a half smile forming.

"You're just jealous baby mama."

Quinn rolled her eyes and Mr. Schuester cleared his throat, "also tonight we're meeting for dinner in the hotel's restaurant so meet me down here..." Schuester looked at the clock in the hotel room and he felt a yawn overtake him. "...in 5 hours, that should give you enough time to sleep off some of the jet lag." He walked around to each student and handed them a key card to their room. Quinn glanced at the object she was now holding in her hand and her eyes soon shifted and landed on Rachel. The brunette looked over at the blonde and gave her a weak smile.

I swear by the end of this trip...I'm going to kill myself. Quinn thought.

The students began to drag themselves out of the lobby and toward the sets of elevators. Quinn however was glued in place and her eyes slipped from the diva, as Rachel made her way to the elevator.

"Come on, it won't be that bad. I'm sure you can handle it." Kurt said his hand still hooked with Quinn's. He pulled her as best he could knocking her out of the zone she was in.

"Easy for you to say..." She mumbled, as she allowed Kurt to pull her towards the elevator.

xxxxx

"You have to be kidding me!" Quinn said as she stood in the open doorway of her hotel room, Rachel standing beside her.

"It isn't the end of the world Quinn." Rachel said her eyes glued to the Queen sized bed in the middle of the room.

"We only have one bed..." the blonde said, more to herself then to Rachel.

"We can manage, we will just have to share and if you aren't comfortable with that you can sleep on the floor?" Rachel walked into the room and sat her luggage down in the corner.

Their room was medium sized, big enough for two people. It had soothing red walls, and a dark maroon carpet. The bed was centered, and the headboard was pushed against the wall. There was a TV that rested on top of a shelf that was built into the wall; it was positioned in the center of the wall ahead of the bed so that when you were in bed you had perfect view.

There were two small nightstands on each side of the bed, which were lined up with the headboard. They had three drawers each and a lamp on top. There was a small table near the left wall, with two comfy looking chairs close to it. There was a single picture frame hanging up on the right wall, with a picture of an "angry" ocean in it.

Quinn raised her eyebrow at the brunette. "There is no way I'm sleeping on the floor, and why do you automatically get the bed?"

"Because I'm a star Quinn and I need my beauty sleep."

Quinn released a small laugh and rolled her eyes. "Are you serious? We aren't even here to perform anything."

Rachel stood up as straight as she could and raised her chin. "As I said, we can share the bed or you're welcome to sleep on the floor. I do not mind sharing the bed, as long as you don't kick me or punch me while-"

"The right side is mine." Quinn whispered, unable to keep her heart rate from picking up at the fact that she was going to be sharing a bed with Rachel Berry.

Rachel suddenly felt her stomach clench and she instantly felt as if she was going to throw up, she rushed toward the washroom which was attached to their room and slammed the door behind her. Quinn arched her eyebrow in confusion but shook it off. She tiredly walked toward the bed and slipped into it, as soon as she felt her head hit the pillow she let out a moan in pure comfort.

The click of the washroom door caused Quinn to open her eye only slightly. Rachel cleared her throat and set the alarm on her cell phone. After setting it on the nightstand she pulled back the blankets, and got into the bed. Quinn felt that familiar lump in her throat come back as the warmth from the other girl seemed to comfort her.

"You okay?" Quinn asked, mentally slapping herself for showing her concern to the diva, when she was trying to hide it.

Rachel turned onto her side so she was facing Quinn. The diva had shock written on her face, she couldn't believe Quinn was showing concern. Their eyes locked and Rachel could tell that the blonde actually cared and was concerned.

"I am fine, just the jet lag." Rachel said, making up an excuse. Jet lag was known to make people sick so she decided to go with it.

It'd be better then telling Quinn I had sex with Finn while intoxicated and I am not sure if we used a condom. I skipped a period, I'm feeling slightly Ill and I think I'm pregnant. Rachel rambled, even in her head.

"Okay..." The blonde said, closing her eyes.

Rachel watched as Quinn slowly fell into slumber. A small smile played with the diva's lips, it was the first time she found the blonde simple. Her eyes slowly closed and she too wound up falling asleep.

xxxxx

The alarm from Rachel's phone caused Quinn to grunt and snuggle deeper into the bed, or what she thought was the bed. The diva slowly opened her eyes and went to reach for the phone and as she did she realized Quinn who was nestled against her.

She's cute when she's asleep. Rachel thought, in return her eyes widened and she shook her head. She had no idea where that thought even came from.

Rachel managed to grab her phone and turned off the alarm.

"Quinn it's time to get up or we will be late for dinner."

"No..." the blonde mumbled, yet whined at the same time.

"And do you think you could possibly let go of me?" Rachel asked.

Quinn's eyes instantly flung open and she noticed she was wrapped around the brunette and her head was nestled into her chest. Although she didn't want to she immediately retracted and shot up into a sitting position on the bed.

"I-Um...I'm-"

"It's fine." Rachel said, assuming the blonde was attempting to apologize. She slowly got up out of bed and headed toward her bags, the blonde watched the brunette intently, her eyes following every move she made.

The diva pulled out a black skirt that was different from the skirts she usually wore and a simple dark purple top. Quinn watched as she made her way to the bathroom as soon as Rachel closed the door the blonde let out a much needed breath, that she didn't even know she was holding. She blinked many times in a row to bring herself back from wherever she was; she got up out of bed and found herself an outfit as well.

Quinn cautiously looked at the bathroom door, making sure it wouldn't fly open at any moment. She slowly slipped off the outfit she was wearing and was left in nothing but a black thong and a tight black bra. She pulled on her jeans that she settled on and slowly did them up. They hugged gently against her skin, fitting her just right in every curve. She rooted through her bag for a top and she finally settled on a pink top.

Just as she was about to pull it on the bathroom door opened and she jumped. Rachel's attention fell on the blonde and her eyes widened a little bit at the vision of the girl in a bra, and her amazing abs showing.

"Quinn I am so sorry I didn't realize you were..." Rachel's words for once actually fell away from the tip of her tongue and her sentence made an abrupt stop before she could finish it.

Quinn swallowed hard and her cheeks became pink in embarrassment. Rachel slowly turned around, her back now towards the Cheerio. Quinn finally managed to put her shirt on. It hugged her nicely, and the straps were similar to spaghetti straps, but they were a tiny bit thicker. The shirt dipped down in the front, revealing some cleavage. Quinn glanced over at Rachel, who was still looking away from her waiting for her to change. Instead of letting her know she was done the blonde grabbed her key card off the night stand and walked out of the room.

The slam that the door made caused Rachel to jump and swiftly turn around. She stared at the closed door; she wondered how Quinn could be so nice and caring towards her one minute and then be a total bitch the next. She knew that there was something bothering the blonde, the only challenge would be getting Quinn to open up about it, but the diva always liked a challenge.

Quinn walked into the dining area of the hotel room and quickly spotted the Glee club. She dragged her feet toward the table and spotted a few empty seats. She made her way toward the seat beside Kurt and slipped into it.

"So, how is sharing a room with Rachel?" Kurt said, elbowing the Cheerio in the arm, in a playful way.

"Well let's see our room only has one bed, so we have to share and she walked in on me changing, so I'd say it's just...perfect." She spat the word perfect out in dry sarcasm and Kurt sighed heavily.

Quinn looked over at the diva that just entered the room. The blonde's cheeks became red instantly, still embarrassed. Kurt noticed and he laughed, causing Quinn to elbow him. Rachel looked around the table and there weren't many seats left, only two. She was stuck choosing a seat beside Finn and Puck, or Brittany and Quinn. Fin stared at her, his lips quivering and his eyes practically pleading for her to sit down next to him. She inched closer to the seat but before sitting she briefly looked over at the blonde.

Quinn felt sorry for her, and was slightly jealous. Even though she had witnessed the break-up between Finn and Rachel, she was still taken over by the green monster and one thing she definitely didn't want to see is the diva sitting beside Finn. Quinn made a simple nod toward the empty chair beside her and pulled it out slightly. Rachel softly smiled and took the hint; she made her way over to the seat and carefully sat down.

Santana who was seated beside Brittany and not too many seats away from her best friend eyed Quinn's actions carefully, thinking that something was kind of fishy about the way Quinn voluntary offered the seat to Rachel. And one thing Santana couldn't stand is the possibility of Rachel and Quinn becoming friends.

"Thank you Quinn, I appreciate it."

"No problem, I wouldn't want to sit beside my ex either."

Santana raised an eyebrow, shocked at Quinn's attempt to be polite. "Hey Q is Man Hands brainwashing you already?" Puck who was seated beside the Latina laughed. Brittany smiled at the diva beside her, and secretly interlocked her and Santana's fingers under the table.

"Shut it S." Quinn said, not wanting to start a huge blow-up at dinner. She and Santana may be best friends but they fought almost every day, but what people didn't realize was that's how their friendship worked. Without that, there would be no friendship.

Mr. Schuester finally arrived and took the last empty seat between Finn and Puck.

"So how is everyone doing?" He asked as he opened his menu. He received a few nods; some people said "good" and most of them responded by saying "tired."

"Well there are some local bands playing a small set in Bois de Boulogne."

Everyone looked at him confused. "It's one of Paris' biggest parks. It's absolutely gorgeous and tonight if you're up for it we can go, it's relatively close to the hotel and is walking distance."

"That'd be cool Mr. Schue." Tina said.

"I'm Game." Puck said.

The rest of them all agreed accept for Santana and Brittany who had other plans in their hotel room, and Rachel politely decline due to the ill feeling she still had. Quinn felt relief flow over her once Rachel told them she wouldn't be going. She was convinced she had to have time away from the brunette and she was finally getting it.

Everyone began to focus on their menus.

"Mr. Schue is it okay if I'm excused? I'm not feeling too well." Rachel asked. Mr Schuester put down his menu and looked at the Diva.

"Of course Rachel...are you okay?"

The diva nodded and slowly got up from her chair. Quinn watched her as she left the dining hall.

Maybe I should see if she's okay...she seems pretty sick Quinn debated, wait there is no way I'm going to get soft on her now.