AN: So this is Rachel's POV and I'm sorry that some of the dialogue is repeated but I really wanted to write how Rachel saw her interaction with Quinn.
Anyway here ya'll go.
When Puck invited Rachel over for dinner on Friday she was initially reluctant. But she decided in the end that if she was going to regain that friendship she had to try at least as much as he did. And If she was trying with Santana it was only fair that she tried with him as well. She was glad she did. Puck's mother really did adore her. Rachel really enjoyed his little sister as well. Overall it had been a really good evening which is why when she got knocked down while walking home through the park she hadn't even been upset in the slightest.
"I'm so sor...Rachel?"
Rachel tried not to blush at Quinn's use of her name. "Oh!" She looked at Quinn, still sitting on the ground staring at her with an unreadable expression. "Quinn, are you alright?" She held out her hand to the other girl although she mostly expected it to be ignored or pushed away. She was pleasantly surprised when neither happened but instead the blondes hand was in her own. She liked the warmth. though she tried not to dwell on it to long.
"I'm okay. What are you doing here? the sun is starting to set. You probably shouldn't be out at night."
Rachel stared. She knew she was staring. Quinn just... expressed concern about my well being? What is going on? is this some sort of trick? She realized she needed to respond. "I was just headed home actually. I..." she paused. I don't know if should tell her about Puck. I don't know if Puck wants anyone to know that we're friends. "A friend invited me over for dinner." she finished, trying not to feel to upset over the fact that at that moment the two friends she had were being kept a secret.
"Let me walk you home." It sounded so natural and casual that if she'd been hearing this conversation as an outsider Rachel might've thought that Quinn offered to walk her home all the time.
This has to be a trick. Quinn's never been nice to me. "You really don't have to do that. I'm quite safe."
"Are you sure? I wouldn't mind."
How do I respond to that? 'No offense but I'm not sure I trust you?' 'why wouldn't you mind? is this a trap' 'I'm not sure why you're being nice to me and it's making me nervous for a lot of reasons' I mean I can't really say any of that. "I think I'd actually prefer to be alone right now. But if you're worried about me I could perhaps text you when I arrived home safely."
"Okay. Do you have something to take down my number with?"
Still slightly stunned Rachel pulled out her phone, she was sure if she tried to write down the number herself she'd get it wrong so she simply handed it to Quinn. "You can just type it in here."
after a few seconds of fiddling with the phone Quinn handed it back. "Okay. Well, Bye." and as quickly and suddenly as she appeared Quinn was gone.
Rachel continued her journey home while trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach that showed up when she realized that she had Quinn's number, a number that she texted as she walked in her front door. I don't want her to worry, she told herself. She also had to talk herself into not worrying either when Quinn didn't respond for several agonizingly long minutes.
When Rachel did finally get a response she tried not to let herself be to disappointed by the fact that the tone of the message wasn't nearly as friendly as she had hoped. She tried really hard to shrug it off but the disappointment settled in the pit of her stomach. she decided she needed a distraction which lead to texting Santana.
I know it's incredibly childish but I'd really like to see that new movie Bandslam. I was wondering if you'd like to accompany me tomorrow evening ~Rachel
Satana's response came fairly quickly. Sure meet there or at your house?
We can meet there it doesn't make sense for you to come all the way here when the theater is between us. Thanks Santana. ~Rachel
What are friends for if not to see dumb movies with?
Rachel laughed and bid Santana a goodnight eager for the next day.
Rachel refused to interrupt her normal schedule even on the weekends so the next morning she was up and on her elliptical at 6 A.M. as usual she followed her workout with a shower then breakfast. Both her dads were home that morning which meant that her dad was cooking while her daddy set the table. She could hear their laughter from the top of the stairs and it warmed her heart. They had been there so much when she'd been younger so when she started getting older and they started working more it had initally been pretty difficult but even though they were gone more often she never felt any less loved. That was partially why she never mentioned any of the bullying. She loved her dads. She didn't want any of her time that she got with them to be spent in anger.
"Rachel? Are you coming down?"
"I'm coming" she smiled and practically skipped down the stairs and was immediatly wrapped in a hug at the bottom. she kissed both her dads on the cheek. "What's for breakfast?"
"Vegan pancakes for our little star." Her dad smiled and lead her to the table with his arm around her shoulder. "So! what's on the schedule for today?"
"Well I figured we could catch up a little on one of the many shows we're behind on. Then maybe we can go to that one place for lunch? And tonight I'm going to see a movie with Santana."
"That sounds like the perfect day. What do you think?" Rachel's dad smiled at her then her daddy.
"Absolutely. as long as I get to pick the show that we catch up on this time."
They all laughed and agreed. And that was exactly how the morning was spent.
When Rachel met Santana in the theater she was in the best mood. Santana had bought her own popcorn already as well as a drink for Rachel.
"So why'd you want to come see a movie today?" Santana asked as they walked towards the theater that their movie was in.
"Oh... I uh... I ran into Quinn in the park yesterday. Well actually she ran into me."
Santana frowned. "did she do something to hurt you or upset you?"
"No. not really. at least not on purpose while we were at the park. I went to Puck's for dinner and when i was walking home she accidentally knocked me over and asked me why i was out when it was almost dark and I got a little upset because i didn't know whether Puck would be okay with anyone knowing I was with him. But She was actually really... well... sweet. She seemed concerned and gave me her number so I could let her know I got home safe. Because I wouldn't let her walk me home."
"What?" Santana looked as confused as Rachel had felt at the time.
"Yeah it was kind of weird. But when I texted her her response sounded much more like the Quinn I'm used to so I guess it probably didn't mean anything. Maybe she was in a good mood."
"I don't know she seemed pretty grumpy when me and Brittany left her house so she could go for a run."
"Well then I have NO Idea why she was acting like that." Rachel shrugged. "Anyway the movie is starting."
AN: and there it is. Thanks for reading let me know what you think.
