AN: I wish everyone a very late happy new year and merry christmas lol. Thank you for all the reviews on the last chapter, reading your comments eases my writer block. And as one reader mentioned, I should be writing more school interactions,also because that o'l house is getting creepy with Mr. Fabray in it. I don't have a beta reader so all mistakes are on me and since english isnt my native english you should prepare yourself for some grammar errors or such. I constantly try to improve my writing so any suggestions is greatly appreciated.
italic parts are past tense.
Enjoy!

A few weeks' have gone by and things have been going surprisingly well for Rachel. Her grades have gotten better, her father seems less oppressed and Russel Fabray hasn't touched her ever since the bruise on her wrist, which had now shifted to a yellowish shade. She convinced herself that it was all a misunderstanding and that he had been under the influence of alcohol. She also seemed to have gained a new friend. Noah was rarely seen with her at school and she tried to accept it because he still had a reputation to maintain. But sometimes, on very rare days, he would stand by her locker and ask her to hang out and their place and it would make up for all the days he avoided her. It was a first step for the both of them. And then there was Quinn.
Quinn had changed for the better she thought. At home they interacted as friends, they still bantered and mocked each other but it had a different light on it now. At school though it was a different story. They had never interacted with each other as they did at home. Neither had an idea how to, it was unknown land and neither of them had officially clarified their status. Were they friends, or just close glee companions? But the silence she had received yesterday officially confirmed that they indeed were something other than enemies.

Rachel is too engrossed with the book she recently borrowed from Quinn's library to watch what's ahead of her as she walks through the school halls. It's only when she bumps into a very feminine chest that she snaps out of her reading. She stumbles back and dares a glance at the person she nearly molested with her face. The heat in her cheeks flares up as she recognizes who it is and also notices that girl isn't alone. On one side of her there is Brittany, smiling and waving weirdly at her and on the other there is Santana who looks irritated and grumpy at the sight of her.
"Hi" Is all she says, distracted by the interesting expression on Quinn's face. The cheerleader looks torn between smiling and glaring at her, as the former bitch Cheerio captain would do.

"Watch where you're going, dwarf" she hears Santana say but is still distracted with watching Quinn, waiting for her to say something. She doesn't. Santana frowns at the lack of response from Quinn, she expected some kind of evil remark from her. When she realized that the blonde wouldn't say anything, she grabbed a hold on Quinn and dragged them off.
Rachel watched the three girls disappear to their next class, and didn't know whether to be upset or to be relieved about the soundless reaction from the blonde.

She's spreading out flour for the bread she is going to bake when the door swings open and Quinn tramples in slamming her bag down with a force that makes Rachel take a step back and take a good look at the blonde. Annoyance and frustration is written all over her face and by experience she knows what this is about.

"What did he do this time?" She sighs.

"Everything, the whole shebang. He took me out for the movies and dinner at breadstix afterwards." Quinn says while pacing back and forth making Rachel eyes hurt by following each movement.

"I'm waiting for a but here…" She says in a singing tone.

Quinn stops her pacing and turns to Rachel with a huff.

"I don't even know why I'm talking to you about this, we're not even-"

"Friends?" the diva cuts in, not daring to look away from Quinn. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe she misapprehended their late evenings of cooking and delicate, innocent talks.

Rachel shifts her gaze from the blonde's eyes where they had momentarily been, to her hands that are covered in flour and pouts. Quinn notices this and sighs out loud. She was having troubles defining them too, because it was all so bizarre. Rachel Berry, working at her house. Rachel Berry, she's tortured ever since first grade. Rachel Berry the hard headed, straight-A student that constantly needed help with cooking pasta and apparently noodles, despite her A+ in home economics.
Rachel Berry the girl she recently found herself…liking.

"It's fine Quinn, I understand." She looks up and sees that Rachel has resumed to her baking with her back facing towards her. They can't avoid this. She straightens her stance and walks to the busy girl slowly not to startle her.

"I'm sorry. I guess I'm confused about whether we're frienemys or… anything other than that." Rachel continues to knead the lump of white dough in front of her as the confused cheerleader speaks.

"I don't blame you. There's a reason why we're both fumbling in the dark. You're Quinn Fabray. And I'm Rachel Berry the obnoxious girl with the large vocabulary that insists on solos. But what if we could be Rachel and Quinn? No labels."

"That's perfect Berry" She chuckles lightly and takes another step closer to the brunette not noticing the emotionless expression on her. Rachel would be lying if she said that she's comfortable with this solution. Because here she is feeling for the first time that she has a friend, and yet she can't make it official. She sighs before tuning back her attention to the blonde.

"So what was that with Finn?" Rachel asks with unhidden curiosity in her voice while turning the dough over once.

"Nothing he's perfect, he's just very…eager."

"What do you m… Oooh"

Quinn feels herself burn up with embarrassment; never in a lifetime did she imagine herself talking indirectly with the diva about Junior Finn's issue...This isn't news to the brunette, half the glee club knew when Puck had heard about it and decided to spill the news. Rachel tries to stifle a laughter that is building up inside of her, but eventually succumbs to it. The blonde's jaw drops with disbelief at the giggle that erupts from the girl. How dares she?
"Are you for real…Hey! This isn't funny Berry!" Quinn points at her with her index finger accusingly. She gets no other response from the brunette than an increased laughter.

Quinn has had enough and reaches with her hand to the counter to grab a handful of flour while Rachel is bent over clutching her stomach.

"Ooooh Rachel!" She teases the brunette.

The diva stops instantly and frowns unaccustomed to her first name being uttered by the blonde for the first time. Quinn sees the girl grow quiet and takes her chance when the girl raises her chin from the floor to glance up at her. Rachel never saw it coming, the white flour is covering almost her entire face, eyes wide open in shock, jaw slightly ajar. Both her hands by her sides are closed in fists and too shocked to say anything sensible. Quinn is equally stunned with silence before she realizes. 'That felt kind of good…'
She bites her lips in hesitance as she swipes up a larger amount of the flour into her hands and launches it at the girl. Rachel that has finally come to her senses squeals at the blonde's try for a second shot that does yet again hit her in the face.
"Quinn you will stop that this instance! I apologize for my bad mannered behavior, and I fully understand that Finn's…problem is not amusing to you. But violence is not the answer- ...Stop laughing!"

Quinn quiets down eventually after many, many deep slow breaths.
"I like this look on you Berry. It really brings out your eyes." Quinn says with a cocky smirk not noticing that the girl has moved further away from her. Rachel feels the package of the almost white powder behind her and reaches out with her hand to easily slip into it. Quinn sees this and immediately sprints over to the end of the kitchen. The diva doesn't take any chances but lunges herself over the girl's back. They fall with a thud onto the ground and Rachel turns the girl over before swinging her leg over Quinn's waist, straddling her. Quinn tries to wiggle herself out of the hold the brunette has on her but fails miserably. Rachel holds out her hand and lets the flour that has almost been clutched into one piece shatter onto Quinn's face.
Quinn shrieks with excitement and starts spluttering when some of it got into her mouth. Rachel starts laughing at the sight the cheerleader is presenting and soon enough Quinn joins in.

"You should see your face!" Rachel manages to choke out. Quinn shakes her head while grinning at the girl that's towering over her. Rachel places her hands on Quinn's abdomen to balance her self and that is when Quinn finds herself looking at her. Really looking. Because the touch of the diva made something flare inside of her, the feeling is something alike to when you walk down a stair and miss a step, she finds it very perplexing. She wants to feel it again. Without as second thought she places her hands on the girl's thighs and gasp at the bare silky skin she finds there. How had she missed Rachel's outfit today? She usually worked in jeans but apparently not today. The laughter had died down long ago and the sounds of their breaths were hard to miss. Quinn let her hands wander higher until they reached the material of Rachel's panties. She swallowed tightly and felt another tingle run through her. 'This isn't right' she thinks to herself. She's about to apologize and remove her hands away from her when she feels her own shirt graze up and warm hands slip in. They move higher almost up to her ribcage. She's certain that she is or is about to hyperventilate any moment. She doesn't realize how close they are until she looks up and feels the warm breath from the girl gently hit her lips.
"Quinn, have you…"

"Daddy!" she grows instantly cold at the sight of her father. Rachel leaps of off her almost immediately and she prays that he didn't see where their hands were. She raises herself up and brushes all the flour away from her skin and face. She sneaks a glance at the girl a few feet away from here and sees that the brunette has undeniably gone pale.

"Daddy we were just playing-"

"Go to your room, now." Mr. Fabray cuts in with a stern voice.

Rachel P.o.v

What have I done? No what has she done? This isn't your fault; she's the one who started it. And yet she left me to handle this on my own.

"See…I knew this would happen, Russell. I told you so, didn't I?" he mutters to himself.

I'm not going to lie. I'm terrified of what might happen, now and later. Because once you cross a line, there is no turning back. What is done, is done. But here I am, quiet as a mouse, still as a statue and too darn drained to defend myself.

"Clean this mess up" He grits out through his teeth and approaches me carefully. He's being cautious this time, any loud noise could bring attention to this room and with someone other than him and her at the house, it is better to be cautious.
"Now!" he whispers furiously.

"Yes sir" I stutter and start moving around the kitchen.

"I'll deal with you at a more convenient time" I hear him say before he exists the room.

And I'm left with an even bigger mess than I started with.

TBC

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