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WARNING:

I have not watched Glee in a long time, I stopped maybe around the middle of season 3 so I have no idea what has taken place after that but I do enjoy Quinn and Rachel's relationship so I've continued where I've left off. I apologize if things do not fit perfectly, I just made this as fluffy goodness more than anything and have some interesting plans for the story. Anyways, hope you enjoy! :)


Quinn stepped outside and into the night. A burst of cold air brushed past her and she welcomed it.

Tonight had been incredible. Seeing Rachel so happy had made the night worth it but at the same time there was instinctive jealousy that struggled to stay inside of Quinn as she watched Sam and Rachel sing together in harmony, and of coarse the hug they shared afterwards.

The smile following the hug on Sam's face had Quinn questioning his intentions. Once upon a time they had something, sure it wasn't serious but Rachel had seemingly taken to him since the incident for some reason. Her girlfriend.

"A little cold?" Came a voice, causing Quinn to turn her head and meet the eyes of two older men smoking their cigarettes. Smoking was an unsavory habit but Quinn was craving one at the moment. Returning the young girls gaze one of the men flashed Quinn a wink. Nevermind

Suddenly the door of the front entrance swung open with several of the glee members following closely behind.

"That was incredible!" A voice shouted merrily.

Looking over her shoulder Quinn raised an eyebrow as she witnessed Santana and Tina walking out with Rachel with the young brunette's arms over their shoulders in an attempt to keep her upright.

"What's going on?" Quinn asked, her solemn expression now completely hardened. The glazed over look in Rachel's eyes was all Quinn needed to know.

"Did you seriously give Rachel alcohol? You know she can barely handle a beer." Quinn scolded as she stepped forward and gently took Rachel's arm from Tina.

"Blame Puck, he was the one slipping vodka into the coffee." Santana countered "I didn't get her drunk."

"I am not… Drunk." Rachel argued with a shake of her head, trying to keep her composure but the wide smile spreading over her face told them otherwise.

Quinn sighed heavily. It took all of her will power to to fight the the urge to run inside and smack the back of Puck's head with an open palm. "Of course Puck would bring alcohol to a coffee shop."

"I'll take Rach home." Quinn decided, urging Santana to follow her to her car.

The door from the coffeeshop opened. Another glee member stepped outside as the girls were in the middle of guiding a tipsy Rachel to the vehicle.

"Hey, is Rachel all right?" He asked with a concerned frown, following the girls to Quinn's car.

"Can I help?"

"Open the door." Quinn grumbled, trying to resist the urge to yell at the boy. It wasn't his fault that Rachel had taking a liking towards him but at the same time it felt like Sam was getting too close for comfort.

Sam opened the passenger door and watched as the girls poured Rachel into the seat and put on her seatbelt. Closing the door Sam went to head back inside but was pulled back by Quinn grasping the back of his shirt and pulling him back.

"Sam, we need to talk." Quinn said with a frown crossing over her face.

"About what?" He asked curiously as one of his hands raised, running his fingers freely through his messy blond hair. A nervous habit more than anything.

"I think we both know that Rachel has been..." Quinn sighed softly, "Well, she hasn't been acting herself and she has started getting closer to you." Quinn admitted slowly, trying to think through each word before speaking, trying to find the right words but it seemed impossible.

"I don't want you encouraging her Sam, she could get really confused."

"Encouraging?" Sam questioned with a puzzled expression rising on his face, "She wanted to sing… I didn't mean to cause any problems." The boy said quietly and Quinn could tell he was being honest.

"I'm sorry, it's just... It's a lot right now…" Quinn sighed heavily but moments later she felt a warm hand on her shoulder.

"I really care about you Quinn and I care about Rachel, I won't do anything to hurt you, I promise." Sam spoke with a warm smile, squeezing her shoulder in a sweet gesture that surprised even Quinn.

Just at that very moment, almost as if fate the coffee shop door opened and Finn stepped out, a familiar goofy smile on his face. Quinn raised an eyebrow as he passed, watching as Sam gave him a wave.

Things had never been quite the same since her and Rachel had started dating. At first Finn had ignored them and lashed out angrily but after some time he settled down and came to accept things, or so people thought. Rachel would tell her in private how Finn would flirt with her in the hallways when Quinn wasn't around or even Quinn could see his eyes taking in Rachel when he thought no one was watching. He still had feelings for her and right now Rachel was vulnerable to manipulation.

Quinn could remember how Rachel had been thrilled by the prospect of being with Finn at first, almost in a trance whenever he passed but she had gotten over him. Was it possible that she could fall for him again?

"Listen Sam, I need you to make me another promise." Quinn spoke out, taking hold of Sam's arms and she pulled him to the side, raising her head towards his ear.

"I can't protect her from everything. Can you promise me that you'll try to make sure Finn doesn't try anything? She isn't in a great place right now and I don't trust Finn to not take advantage of it."

Sam nodded, understanding the situation. His soft eyes looked past Quinn's and into the car and he began to laugh.

Quinn turned around and watched as Rachel waved to the pair with a bright smile and twinkling eyes.

"I'm going to take her home now before Puck can give her another cup of coffee." Quinn chuckled with a shake of her head. She gave Sam a wave as she headed to the drivers side of the car and climbed inside.


"Can we please stop for food Quinn, I'm ravenous."

Quinn laughed softly as she drove the vehicle, her hazel eyes staring up the road ahead of her. "You know, you could just say your starving."

"Fine, I'm starving Quinn. Could we please stop somewhere for something to eat? Anything."

Rachel definitely needed to sober up before going home, surely her fathers wouldn't approve of her coming home in her current condition, although Rachel being giggly wasn't the worst thing.

"Fine, we'll stop at a diner." Quinn suggested and after a couple minutes of driver she pulled into the paring lot of the restaurant. Luckily for them it wasn't as busy around this time of night, it was Lima after all. Pulling the keys from the ignition Quinn opened the door and stepped outside. She walked in stride to the other side of the car and to Rachel's side before she could open the door. Opening the door herself Quinn helped Rachel out, her stepping shaky but she was better than minutes before at the shop.

"Thank you Quinn." Rachel said with a bright smile and wrapped her own arm around Quinn's.

Despite knowing that Rachel was undoubtedly drunk Quinn couldn't help but feel happy. She had missed the contact between them.

Rachel had an irresistible warmth that seemed to just seep into the blonds skin. Her touch was intoxicating and at times could leave Quinn breathless. One drunk girl is more than enough

Walking into the quiet diner Quinn helped Rachel sit at the booth and took the seat across from her, unzipping her jacket and laying it beside her. A few moments later a young teenage boy strolled to their table, setting down a menu for each woman as he asked for their drink order.

"We'll have two chocolate milkshakes." Quinn began but seeing the alcohol still very much prominent on Rachel's face she stopped the boy. "Actually, we'll have one milkshake and a coffee, black." She spoke.

"I don't like coffee." Rachel sulked, her black bangs hanging over her forehead and threatening to spill over her soft eyes. It was actually pretty cute how childish Rachel would act when she had drunk a little too much.

"Well, drink some of it and you can share my milkshake. Does that work?" Quinn asked, seemingly calming the girl until the boy returned with their drinks.

Ordering food was a whole other story.

"I'll have the 'Hunger Man's Meal', with french fries and can I have a vegetarian burger, I'll have mustard, tomato's, and lettuce on my burger." Rachel spoke to the boy and he scribbled down the order before looking to Quinn.

"Are you sure you can handle all that?" Quinn asked Rachel, worried that she may get sick.

Rachel shot Quinn a glare that gave Quinn a better answer then any words possibly could. She hadn't received that look in awhile.

"You know, I'll have the same."

The boy ran off to the kitchen and this left the two girls in each others company once more.

"So..." Rachel broke the silence, taking a spoon she dipped it into her coffee and swirled the dark content. "You have come a long way from dumping slushies."

Quinn raised a dainty eyebrow and nodded. "That was a long time ago... I was going through a lot and I took out a lot of my aggression on you," Quinn bit her bottom lip, lowering her gaze for a moment. "But I don't do that kind of thing anymore." She sighed softly, noticing how Rachel wasn't meeting her eye.

"If it means anything, I'm sorry."

"Good." Rachel replied quickly with a pleased smile reaching her face. "I was never quite partial to have a cherry slushi shoved in my face."

"How about blue raspberry?" Quinn asked with a smile and Rachel just giggled, laying her head on the table.

Several moments later raised her head, an unreadable expression on her face. "I can't believe that we... That we were together, dating?" Rachel spoke in a question, her words slow, as if she were trying to process her words and the idea simultaneously

"For over a year." Quinn answered quietly, avoiding Rachel's now questioning eyes.

Rachel seemed to be contemplating this but before another awkward question could arise two plates of food were sent infront of them.

Quinn took a single fry and dipped it into her chocolate milkshake before taking a bite. Even as she was concentrated on eating her food she felt eyes on her, large brown eyes that were staring openly.

"What?" Quinn asked suspiciously.

"I don't think I've actually seen you eat before." Rachel blinked.

"Believe me, you have." Quinn chuckled as she took another fry. "I still take care of myself, I try to work out when I can but a girl I know convinced me to splurge every now and then." She smiled, noticing how Rachel truly didn't know she was talking about her.


"I can do it." Rachel protested, trying to grab the keys from Quinn's hands but the blond pulled her hand back from Rachel's grabby hand.

"Rachel, you knocked over the entire cup of coffee all over yourself at the diner and expect me to trust you going inside and not waking up your dads? Right now you are about as graceful as a elephant stepping in an antique shop"

The brunette let out a huff but allowed Quinn to unlocked the door. The two walked in silently and the blond noticed that only one light brightened the house, obviously they were expecting Rachel. Well maybe not in her current state.

The blond kicked off her shoes in habit but Rachel simply began walking for the stairs. She began to drift to one side Quinn dashed forward, slipping her arm around Rachel's waist as she led her up the stairs.

"You are so helpful Quinn." Rachel mused with a soft giggle, leaning her head against Quinn's shoulder as they moved up the stairs until they were at the top. The hallway had a single light brightening the darkness, a bright glass night light that made their venture easier.

"I think I'm going to be sick." Rachel suddenly whispered. Oh no

Entering Rachel's room Quinn closed the door behind them but the brunette ran for the washroom and moments later Quinn could hear the sounds of pure and violent sickness.

Quinn stepped beside Rachel's bed, turning on her lamp on the end table so she could see and she saw something familiar. A framed photo of Rachel and Quinn still sat on Rachel's bedside, a reminder that what they had really existed.

Maybe Rachel didn't forget everything... Why would she leave the picture here?

More sounds of agony came from the washroom and Quinn turned before heading to the washroom and she tapped her hand lightly against the wooden door. "Rach... I'm coming in, okay?"

Stepping inside Quinn saw the brunette sitting on the floor, her head over the toilet and slowly the blond stepped to Rachel and kneeled beside her, brushing back Rachel's hair from her face. Her skin was hot to the touch and sticky with sweat.

"Are you all done?" Quinn asked and Rachel nodded, her eyelids drooping.

Standing up Quinn brought Rachel with her and led the girl to the sink. She turned on the faucet and grabbed a handful of napkins, dampening them with cold water before started to gently clean Rachel's face before bringing out the mouthwash.

"I don't know to." Rachel began to protest.

"Shhh, you need this." Quinn finished as she uncapped the bottle of blue liquid that smelled like peppermint.

After rinsing her mouth Quinn helped Rachel back into her bedroom and sat the girl on the bed.

Walking to Rachel's dresser Quinn pulled out a a pair of thin pajamas, something extremely soft to the touch but nothing that would suffocate her with heat. Returning to Rachel Quinn gave her a small smile.

"I'm just going to help you change out of these clothes, It'll just take a minute then you can sleep." Quinn spoke and Rachel just nodded in agreement, no longer having the energy to fight and argue with Quinn Quinn.

Pulling off Rachel's shoes and pants had been easy but the shirt took a little more movement from Rachel who with every second was getting closer and closer to falling asleep upright. After another minute Rachel was left sitting on the bed, wearing a pair of simple cotton underwear and a matching white bra that caused Quinn's heart to race.

Kneeling down Quinn started on the pants, raising the material over each leg and pulled them up past Rachel's hips. Sliding the sleeves of the shirt on Quinn just buttoned up the material and at last they were done.

"Come on." Quinn urged as she stepped to the side of the bed, pulling back the sheet and blanket. Rachel crawled into the space, letting Quinn pull the material over her.

Quinn picked up the dirty clothing, putting them in the laundry hamper. She had helped Rachel as much as she could, now she would have to get home and explain to her mother what happened. It wasn't late enough yet to get Quinn in a lot of hot water but her mother did worry.

The blond returned to Rachel's bedside, flicking off the lightswitch. She had turned her back, about to head for the door when she felt a hand reached out and grasp her own.

"Could you stay with me?"

Quinn fought an internal battle. Rachel had been drinking and wasn't in the right mind. Would she regret her staying in the morning? Quinn would never take advantage of a vulnerable Rachel, and after Rachel still recovering from her head injury but she didn't want to confuse her any further.

"Please...?"

I am weak.

Letting out a soft sigh Quinn unzipped her jacket, setting it on the back of Rachel's chair before stepping to the other side of the bed. Bringing back the blanket Quinn slid in bedside her. She laid on her back and stared up at the ceiling. The entire room was pitch dark besides the light of the moon shining in through the window. Quinn had enough trouble sleeping these days, and the body of the other girl laying beside her surely didn't help.

Suddenly the blond felt movement, Rachel inching close to her. Quinn brought her arm up and Rachel nuzzled her head into the curve of Quinn's arm and her own arm reached out, draping itself over Quinn's stomach.

Several minutes past before Quinn could hear the very tiniest of buzz saws that was distinctively Rachel's snoring. Letting out a soft giggle Quinn reached her free hand over and very gently brushed back Rachel's bangs from her forehead with cool fingers. Her hair was soft and silky, like always. Leaning closely Quinn pressed her lips against Rachel's forehead. "Goodnight Rach."

Her heart hammered in her chest but Quinn simply closed her eyes, holding Rachel close to her and just for a moment feeling like things would be okay.


Her eyes stared deep into the shining waters, calming every disconcerting thoughts racing through her mind. A soft touch, barely a tickle of a feather came from her hand and as he gaze lowered slim fingers were entangled within her own.

Brilliant warmth seeped through her body, beginning from her fingertips until it roared, burning into an unstoppable heat that traveled deep within her. Letting out a soft gasp brown orbs raised, staring into gentle hazel eyes.

Beep Beep Beep!

Rachel sat up, her body shimmering in sweat and the alarm clock blaring into her ears much like a siren of an ambulance squealing in her ear. Reaching over she turned it off, trying to ignore the pain from her head but after a moment she moaned out from a convulsion in her stomach. A wave of nausea hit the brunette like a freight truck, causing her to throw back her covers and sprint to the washroom. She had barely managed to reach the toilet before her mouth opened and her stomach spilled it's contents. At this point it wasn't much at all. After what felt like hours Rachel raised her head from the toilet, reaching for the roll of toilet paper and she ripped off a handful, wiping her mouth before shakily standing up.

I want to die

Reaching into the shower Rachel turned the faucets. Heat began to fill the air in the washroom and Rachel slowly undressed herself, her pajamas falling onto the tile floor. Her head pounded and throbbed with each moment that passed, a cement block sitting on top of her shoulders. Bare naked now Rachel stepped into the store, letting the hot water hit her sickly weak body.


The brunette stepped down the stairs of the house, overhearing her fathers speaking in the kitchen. Mustering a smile Rachel walked into the kitchen. "Good morning." She spoke brightly, walking to each of her fathers and planting a light kiss on their cheeks before opening the fridge and grabbing a carton of almond milk.

"Morning sunshine, or should I say good afternoon." LeRoy spoke with a smile as he stood over the stove, fully dressed and working on breakfast.

Rachel raised her eyebrow as she smelled the food. "What are you making?" She asked, trying to not draw attention to herself and he chuckled. "You're favorite, chocolate chip waffles."

When did that become my favorite? Rachel thought but kept her mouth shut.

It was known that she already asked them so many questions and they had talked more than enough from the last few days. Surely they had tired of hearing her rants about how everything had changed, about her friends, about the new music, and so much more. She wanted to give her fathers a break... Even if it was for a few minutes.

"Quinn didn't stay for waffles either." Hiram chuckled and Rachel's eyes widened.

Oh god, Quinn did stay here last night

Rachel thought back on last night and after a moment she could recall certain points of the night. She had definitely remembered the coffee tasting strange and the big smile on Puck's face and of coarse her she recollected how the night has ended. She had remembered cuddling up to a warm body in the night but for some reason she thought it was a dream. It was Quinn.

Before Rachel could think of a proper excuse to get her out of this situation LeRoy interjected. "Don't worry, Quinn explained what happened last night. That boy Puck has always been a troublemaker..." He frowned for a moment but gave Rachel a small smile. "She assured us that he was going to be punished by herself personally so we're good."

Rachel returned her fathers smile warily. She couldn't help but think of last night. The memories of throwing up in the toilet, of cool hands brushing back her hair. Quinn had really taken care of her last night when she had been out of her mind.


Rachel sat on her bed with her laptop and a blanket sitting with her. Things had definitely changed in two years and Rachel knew she needed to get a handle on things before she became overwhelmed. Reaching for a pen on her beside Rachel's hand brushed something else and as she looked over she fully took in the pink framed photo.

She grasped it and pulled it over onto her lap, noticing the little heart in the corner of the frame. It was a picture of Quinn sitting on a bench in what looked to be New York. Her long hair over her shoulders and a large smile shined on her face in the sunshine. Rachel stood behind her with her arms draped around her back, her cheek pressed against Quinn's with a similar matching smile.

Holding the photo Rachel couldn't help but feel as if it had never truly been her, someone else who had taken her body captive and now she had returned to it. It was strange to think even though it wasn't true and it had been her all long.

It wasn't easy for Rachel to be around Quinn, to feel comfortable. It felt like only days before that Quinn had taunted her in the hallway, calling her 'manhands' to try and tear her down as if it was a hilarious game that they loved to play...

It was difficult to say the least seeing Quinn as the girl smiling happily in the picture, as the girl that people told her was her girlfriend.

After last night Rachel had seen a different side of Quinn, someone caring and sweet. She had been there at a horrible time and Rachel knew that she had to do something, maybe give Quinn a chance?

Sighing softly Rachel reached to her drawer and pulled it out. She set the picture facedown in the drawer and closed it. For now that is where it would be, where they would be.