The Berry men were delighted to see how happy their daughter seemed when she joined them in their living room to watch the ending of the movie they were watching.
"You seem happy, sweetie. Have you and Noah had a good day?" Hiram asked as he ruffled her hair slightly as she leant against him.
She let out a contented sigh. "Yeah, we had fun. And Quinn joined us.."
Leroy looked to her like she'd just told them she was eloping to Vegas to get married and Hiram looked away slightly, to disguise the fact that he'd already had Quinn turn up on their doorstep asking if Rachel was home.
"Quinn Fabray?" Leroy asked and Rachel nodded.
"The Quinn Fabray? The Quinn you used to insist you didn't have a crush on?"
The brunette hid her face at the reminder. For a time she'd gone home from school unable to stop her babbling and somehow it always ended up being about Quinn, her fathers had lost count at the amount of times they'd heard the ex-cheerleader's name leave her lips. It wasn't always a good thing to hear what she'd put her daughter through, but they recognised the defensive mechanism and chose to let Rachel figure out the girl by herself.
After a while it was extremely obvious to both men that their daughter was harbouring a good amount of feelings towards Quinn, especially when Rachel decided to pursue Finn in a misguided attempt at getting closer to the blonde in question.
"Yes, that's the one"
"The blonde cheerleader"
"Oh Daddy, her legs in that damn uniform" Hiram teased and Leroy chuckled as Rachel turned visibly pink.
"I am asking you nicely to cease your teasing right this second. Especially when I have to see Quinn, and said legs, around her pool tomorrow"
Rachel gulped, slightly nervous at how she was going to keep her thoughts to herself.
Leroy snorted. "I'd pay to see you and Puck contain yourselves around that, I might be a married gay man but I know that Quinn is extremely beautiful. Just try not to drool all over yourself 'kay, pumpkin?"
Rachel pouted and pulled herself up from the couch.
"I'm going to leave you to finish your movie and to talk about me when I'm not around like I know you gossips do" she said smiling as she pointed at them both.
She grabbed a bottle of water and one of her favourite vegan chocolate bars before skipping up stairs to her room. She hummed as she closed the door behind her and quickly changed into a baggy sweatshirt and a pair of her favoured shorts, if they could be called that.
She put her iPod in it's dock to play some music in the background as she flopped onto her bed grabbing her phone. She'd only meant I couldn't text her in the morning..right? And it wouldn't hurt to, you know; check the number was correct and all.
Rachel: Testing Testing…
Quinn reached for her phone as her message alert went off and she smiled.
Quinn: Checking I didn't give you a wrong number?
Rachel flipped over on to her stomach; well, she'd started a conversation now she may as well continue.
Rachel: Checking that today really happened, actually. I think I'm correct in assuming you don't mind me texting you as long as it isn't early morning as discussed. So, what are you upto?
The blonde shook her head. Rachel was pretty incapable of shortening her babble, even via text.
Quinn: Just wondering why you use so many words. You?
Rachel: I enjoy the use of a wide vocabulary. Don't act like you don't like the English language, Quinn, I see you writing away in Burns' class like there's no tomorrow.
Quinn blushed slightly; she didn't think anyone had noticed how passionate she was about that class. She adored English Literature. She might be blonde but she was anything but the cliché.
Rachel: And I'm just exchanging messages with a pretty girl that recently became my friend, can you believe it?
Quinn chuckled and briefly covered her face even though no one could see her.
Quinn: Really? Lucky you.
Rachel: Extremely lucky. So, what are you always writing in that notebook in Burns' class? I know for a fact you finish your assignments long before everyone else, even I.
Quinn: Are you that intrigued? It's nothing special, but I'll tell you if you tell me what that large folder in your locker is filled with.
Rachel bit her lip. How had she noticed that? She thought no one knew about that folder. It was black, everything else in her stationary was pink or white with gold stars, and it contained sheet music, but not the kind that she'd usually present in Glee.
Rachel: I am intrigued, and okay as long as we're both sharing. It's just sheet music, lots of it.
Quinn: Then why so secretive with it? I don't think I've seen that folder leave your locker since freshman year.
The diva almost dropped her phone in surprise. She'd known about it since freshman year?
Rachel: Um, the music isn't what would be considered my 'usual' style..
Now the blonde was more than interested.
Quinn: Rachel you do realize we've covered most genres in Glee? And I'm pretty sure your voice is capable of any style, scratch that, I'm certain.
Quinn bit her lip, was she sounding like she paid to much attention to Rachel and her voice?
Quinn: Apart from death metal, not even Puckerman could pull that off. But other than that.
Rachel chuckled and silently agreed. Screaming in songs wasn't something she found herself wanting to do.
Rachel: Your confidence is extremely flattering, Quinn. Maybe I should consider using some of the songs when we're back in Glee.
Quinn: You should. What do you have in there? I'm intrigued.
Rachel: Oh, just… There's a lot of Joan Jett, I just don't know if I could do the songs justice, her voice is extremely different to my own.
Quinn: Isn't that the point? No two voices in our club are the same. And one of the greatest things about music is that it's open to interpretation. I sang It's a Man's Man's Man's World even though I'm not male. I'm a big Joan Jett fan too, which of her songs do you sing?
Quinn was a fan of Joan Jett? Well, there really was more to this girl than meets the eye.
Rachel: It's great to hear you talking so passionately about music, Quinn. And at the moment Don't Abuse Me seems to be my go to song, my dad told me I wouldn't stop humming it the other night at dinner. Do you have any favourites?
Quinn: Great choice. Crimson and Clover is one of my favourites, but at the moment its I Hate Myself for Loving You. You should get Puck to back you up on guitar and work on one of her songs.
Rachel: Also great choices. And maybe, we'll see. What's in your notebook? I don't give up easily, Fabray! And about tomorrow, you didn't exactly specify a time.
Had I really not told them what time to come over? Wow, I suck at making plans.
Quinn: Maybe I'll show you some time. And oops, sorry. Any time early afternoon is fine. And I have to say this now; if your bikini is argyle I'm retracting the invitation right now.
Rachel snorted and hit her head on her pillow. So she favoured argyle, but did people really think that was all her wardrobe contained?
Rachel: Contrary to popular belief I do own items of clothing that are not argyle. And I don't own an argyle bikini; even I can admit that that is too much. So my invite is safe :) yay!
Quinn giggled, at least even Rachel Berry had a limit..sort of.
Quinn: Darn, I s'pose it is :p Anyway I have to go, I'm pretty sure my mom's burning something in the kitchen.
Rachel: In that case I'm glad I forced my Vegan BLT upon you, and don't even try to deny that you enjoyed it :p
Quinn: No denial here, it was awesome. Though I wouldn't choose vegan rashers over my beloved real bacon..
Rachel: Pfft, I'll make Vegans of you and Puck yet. Now go see what your mother's up to before I take it upon myself to have the emergency services on standby.
Quinn shook her head, was it possible to have this much fun talking to someone that she'd spent so much time deliberately trying to ignore?
Quinn: We'll see about that, Berry. And thanks for the concern. If I die you can take whatever you want from my wardrobe. No, really. I insist.
Rachel snorted at the non-malicious dig at her questionable wardrobe choices.
Rachel: You're welcome. And thank you. I'm sure Kurt could shorten everything for me.
It was Quinn's turn to snort; it was no secret that the brunette favoured shorter clothing. And she had mysteriously long legs for someone so small.
Quinn: I'm sure he could. Now stop texting me, I have a possible fire to go put out.
Rachel: You know where I am if you require assistance. I'm quite handy with a hose.
A Puck style comment infiltrated the blonde's mind and she felt herself blush even though she was alone in her room.
Well, that was interesting.