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Rachel Berry had awoken first a few hours later. She was actually surprised she even got any sleep. She couldn't fall asleep for the past couple of months.
How odd.
She flinched when she opened her eyes, and was met face to face with a closed-eyed Quinn Fabray, who was silently sleeping on her hand. They had been sleeping on top of the comforter, and Rachel slightly felt cold. She gingerly slid off the bed, and searched for a blanket in her closet. She managed to grab a light silver one, and rushed back to the blonde, before tossing it over her perfect frame. Quinn shifted slightly, but didn't wake. Rachel let out a breath of relief, and crept out of her room after putting on a jacket.
Daddy should be home soon.
Right after she escaped to the hallway, her cellphone, which was back in her room, started ringing. She scowled, and sprinted back in, hoping to reach it in time before Quinn woke. She succeeded, murmuring a quiet 'hello' as she tried to stumble back outside. But then Quinn stirred and was mumbling a few incoherent words. Her hazel eyes opened, and Rachel groaned inaudibly, saying a quick 'hold on' into the cellphone.
"...Rachel?" Quinn inquired through half-closed eyes.
"Hey, Quinn. Um, go back to sleep, okay? I'll be right back."
"Okay," Quinn whispered, gripping the blanket tightly as her body switched to the other side, facing Rachel's windows. "Thanks for the blanket."
"It's no problem," Rachel replied, then silently closed the door. "Hello?" she said into her cellphone. "Are you still there?" She rapidly pulled the phone away from her ear, to study who had called. Santana Lopez.
"Why is Quinn with you?"
"Why do you care? Why are you even calling me?" Rachel lashed back lowly, skidding towards the kitchen.
"I wanted to say sorry. I'm a huge ass during my periods."
"Really," Rachel said sarcastically, pacing around in a circle.
"Rach," Santana called sternly, "please accept my apology."
"Why should I?"
"Because, ugh, I regret making Karofsky throw a slushie at you."
"I don't believe you," Rachel uttered.
"Please do."
"I don't know if I should."
"C'mon, we've been friends for thousands of years," Santana urged.
"Friends my ass. You've been avoiding me for the past five or seven years or so," Rachel mumbled.
"I'm sorry, really. And my mom, uh, she just told me why you moved here."
"Oh."
"How are you dealing? You could've told me about the situation."
"Why would I do that? We didn't even talk for several years. I don't even know you anymore," Rachel explained softly. "What happened between us?"
Santana hesitated for a moment, sighing. "Just stuff. It wasn't your fault. It was all me, alright? I regret it now. I've missed you terribly."
"Me too."
"Can I come over? If that's okay..." Santana questioned.
"Um, Quinn's over," Rachel said apologetically.
"Oh, right. Of course," she paused. "How is she?"
"She's sporting a pretty big bruise, that's all."
"Tell her I'm sorry for me?"
"I think it'd be best if you did it yourself," Rachel responded.
"Meh. Do you like her?"
Rachel furrowed her eyebrows. "Surely, she's a really good friend."
"Better than me?"
"Uh, I just met-"
"Actually, don't answer that. I don't want to put you on the spot. But I mean, do you like-like her?"
"No? I'm s-straight, Santana," she stammered.
"Oh?" Santana's voice deflated. After a short moment, she said, "It's best you don't hang with her."
"Why? She seems really, really nice."
"Just don't. I've known her for years. She's not who you think she is. Listen to me, alright? I don't want you to get hurt."
"I think I can choose my own friends, but thanks anyway, Santana. I'm going to go."
"Rachel, wait-"
"Bye, Santana," Rachel huffed before hanging up. She slammed her cellphone onto the counter, and headed towards the refrigerator. "Fuckin' hell," she groaned, when she was met with nothing in the fridge. She eyed the clock for the moment, it was only five fourty-two, before skipping towards her room. She slowly opened the door, and was surprised to find Quinn sitting up, rubbing her eyes.
"Hey, Quinn," she greeted, closing the door after her.
Quinn dropped her hand from her face, and smiled. "Hey."
"Are you hungry?" Rachel advanced towards the bed.
"Not really," Quinn responded, motioning for Rachel to get in the bed with her hand.
Rachel obeyed, slipping under the blanket that Quinn shared. "Are you sure?"
"Yes," Quinn hesitated for a moment, before gently gripping Rachel's chin and pressing her pale lips carefully on Rachel's cheek in soft, quick movement. "Thanks for taking care of me."
"Uh, it's n-not a problem," Rachel stuttered as Quinn pulled away both her lips and hand sheepishly. "I should be thanking you for this morning."
Quinn shrugged, lying back onto the comfortable bed. She softly grabbed Rachel's wrist and pulled her down with her slowly. She tucked her hand under her cheek, while she still held onto Rachel's wrist. Rachel's breath caught in her throat. They studied each other for a few moments before Quinn's eyes closed, dozing off into slumber. Rachel gulped, and tried to follow suit. She fortunately succeeded.
Rachel and Quinn woke up at the same time, startled, when they heard banging on Rachel's door.
"Rachel Barbra Berry, you better not be masturbating!" Leroy Berry pounded onto the door again. "I'm afraid to open your door!"
"Daddy!" Rachel yelped, rushing out of the bed. She threw open the door and was met by one of her fathers, who still had a fist raised. Leroy's eyes widened when he caught Quinn. He dropped his hand, then raised it again to scratch his head.
"Ooh, I see what's going on. I should leave. You two have fun, alright?" Leroy chuckled to himself, escaping Rachel's fuming figure before she could introduce the blonde. Rachel huffed, slamming the door closed, then stomped back towards her bed.
Quinn giggled at her expression, and sat up, cringing at the pain her stomach inflicted. She stumbled out of the bed, and walked towards Rachel.
Rachel pressed a hand to her own temple, huffing again. "I'll introduce him to you later."
"He's seems funny," Quinn complimented, rubbing her arm uneasily. "So, masturbating, huh?"
Rachel rolled her eyes.
Quinn giggled again. "I should go, my mom will get worried." She stared at the clock across the room. It was seven.
"Stay longer, please?" Rachel pouted.
"We have school tomorrow."
"So?" Rachel brushed it off. "Stay at least another hour."
Quinn weighed her words in her head. She shrugged, opening her phone. "Alright."
"Yay," Rachel clapped.
Quinn grinned, typing a quick message to her mom. Mom, I'll be home later. Don't worry. I'm fine.
"So you want to watch a movie? Or eat?"
"I'd rather watch a movie."
Rachel smiled. "You don't seem like a musical type of person, so I won't do any of those." She ran towards a neat stack of DVDs. "Sucker Punch? The Ward? 5ive Girls? The Quiet? The Uninvited? You can choose."
Quinn thought for a moment. She didn't know half of the movies. "What do you recommend?"
"Hm, all of them?"
Quinn laughed. "I'll just say, 'The Ward'. It seems creepy."
"It has mental patients," Rachel informed, popping in the DVD into the player.
Quinn scrambled back into the bed, this time under the comforter. "Fun."
"Do you want any popcorn?"
"No thank you, but thanks anyways."
"You're welcome," Rachel replied, sliding right next to Quinn. "It's a horror film."
"Great, at least I can hold someone's hand during the scary scenes," Quinn chuckled. "Can I see the DVD thing?" She motioned towards the plastic item Rachel held in hand.
Rachel blushed, then handed it to her.
"Ooh, Amber Heard, Lyndsy Fonseca, and Danielle Panabaker," Quinn read, "They're really pretty."
"Yep," Rachel agreed.
After the first two minutes of the film, Quinn was already scared shitless and was cowering into Rachel, gripping her hand tightly in fear.
Author's Note: Please review! Any predictions? And has anyone actually seen The Ward? Brilliant film.
