Chapter 7

QPOV

After another half hour of cuddling with Rachel (I know, weird, right?), we both did our morning rituals and went downstairs to eat breakfast.

"Good morning, girls." Leroy said to us when we walked into the kitchen.

"Morning, Daddy."

"Good morning, Mr. Berry."

"Oh, come on, I told you last night to call me Leroy. Mr. Berry is my husband." He replied with a wink.

"Well then, good morning Leroy."

"Ah, much better. So, who's up for pancakes?" At this, Rachel squealed and jumped up and down, and I could feel a small smile grace my lips.

"I'm guessing she is. Pancakes sound great." I said calmly.

"Okay then, well take her somewhere else while I make them, otherwise I'll never finish."

"Sure thing." I turned around and grabbed Rachel from around the waist, dragging her back upstairs.

"You suck." I heard her say at one point when we were halfway up the stairs.

"Only if you want me to." SHIT. Where'd that come from? Why'd I say that? Aaaahhh! I listened closely for signs of a change in Rachel's demeanor, but instead a gentle laugh reached my ears.

"Good one."

"Oh. Yeah. Hehe. Right…" I tried to sound nonchalant, even though my mind was running a mile a minute.

"Are you okay? You don't sound very… coherent."

"Yup. Fine. Completely fine. Nothing wrong. Nope. Nada. Absolutely nothing's wrong." Wow I suck at lying.

"Well fine then. Don't tell me." I could almost hear her pout.

"Maybe I'll tell you later, but you have to fill your end of that promise too. I was good…" I say, referencing our – erm – conversation the night before.

"Yeah not happening. So what do you want to do now?"

"I don't care. Although we haven't exactly fully experience your geek room…" I say with a sly smile.

"Ugh. Fine. Ever played COD?" The brunette asked

"A couple times with Puck."

"Come along then, let a true master show you the tricks of the trade." I arched an eyebrow at this.

"True master? Really?"

She laughed, and replied, "You haven't seen me play yet. You will agree that I am a true master." With this she adopted a smug and aloof expression.

"And modest too." *Insert sarcasm here*

"Yeah whatever. Come on."

An hour and a half later, after getting my ass whooped by Rachel at COD, we went back downstairs. Judging by the aroma, the pancakes appeared to be done. And done they were. A huge stack of amazing-looking vegan pancakes was the first thing I saw, and became the only thing I saw. A long finger reached over and shut my gaping mouth.

"Quinn, stop drooling. It's unbecoming." Rachel told me. I blushed, and mumbled an apology.

"It's quite all right. Now eat. These are incredibly good." She was right. The pancakes were incredibly good. After we were done eating I went back upstairs to check my cell phone, which I had not checked since yesterday afternoon. The screen blared: 11 new messages, 2 new voicemails

I checked the text messages first.

Satan: Hey Q, did u find a place to stay?

Britt-Britt: I fnd LT smoking agn!

Satan: B had an emergency. Lord Tub ate some more cigarettes. Where r u? Don't tell me u went home again…

Britt-Britt: Q who r u styng w?

Mother: Quinn wherever you are, don't get yourself killed. And don't get knocked up again.

I made a face at the crudeness of my mother.

Puck: Sup baby mama!

Satan: U did remember that u, B, and I are hanging out today, right?

Britt-Britt: r u stl cmg 2 th prk 1?

Shit! I forgot! I closed my phone, not even bothering to read the rest of the messages, checked the clock, 12:56, and rushed downstairs.

"Rachel! I totally forgot! I made plans to hang out with Santana and Brittany today! I'm so sorry I didn't tell you." I rushed the words out of my mouth, and ended up having to release a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"Err – yeah that's fine. Are you coming back tonight?" She asked.

"If you'll let me."

"Awesome! See ya later!"

I smiled, pulled her in for a quick hug, kissed her on the cheek, and about ran out the door.

Given that Lima was such a small town, the park was a few blocks away from Rachel's house. I ran the distance, grateful for the rigorous training Coach puts us through. I got to the park only 3 minutes later than 1, and grinned with my victory over time. I walked up to Santana and Brittany, who were talking animatedly. This was a very strange occurrence, because the two were usually just seen with each other, not talking to each other. Neither Santana nor Brittany were much for talking a lot. Well, maybe Brittany was. But still.

"Sup homies?" I said as I walked up.

Santana turned to stare at me, with an incredulous expression.

"Uh… what?" I asked, wondering what was going on.

"Why, of all people, did you have to pick Berry?" Santana suddenly asked.

"I – but – how did you know?" Santana turned and pointed at Brittany.

"Ah." My sometimes-ditzy blonde friend actually has amazing insight into people's lives and minds. More often than not, she knows what I think before I know, and knows what I would do before I do it, or even think of doing it. It's actually kind of creepy.

"Well? Answer me. Why Berry?" Santana prodded.

"She was the first person since you guys that showed me true kindness and compassion. Plus she's actually not as bad as she acts. On the inside, she's pretty normal."

Santana scoffed. "Surrreee she's normal."

"San, honey, don't be a bitch." Brittany said, as she was the only one that could bring Santana out of her shell. The Latina walked over and snaked her arms around Brittany's waist.

"For you, anything." She said to her girlfriend.

"D'awwwwww! You guys are so cute…" I really never could get over how good my two best friends were together. It was adorable.

"Shut it, Fabray. You're just jealous of us." Santana retorted.

"Of course I am. Everybody is." I smirked. But she was right. I was jealous. My mind drifted to thoughts of a certain brunette, before I tried to focus back on reality, thinking I'mnotgayI'mnotgayI'mnotgay to myself.

Surrreee you aren't.

Shut up Charlie.

Back to reality…

"Oh, come on Quinn. Admit it. You want to be us." Brittany, surprisingly, added.

"Well, I guess. But I'm not-" I tried to clarify.

"Gay? Labels don't matter. If you fall in love with someone, who cares whether or not they have a dick? Love deals with the heart and the mind, not with what society considers being gay or not gay." Santana told me.

"You could be a bicorn, like me!" Brittany exclaimed in excitement.

I laughed and gave my friend a one-armed hug. "Maybe, Britts."

"So when do we get to meet Berry?" Santana asked.

"But you've already met her…" I asked, with a questioning look on my face.

"No, we've met Rachel Barbra Berry, Broadway-aspiring superstar diva. We haven't met Rachel Berry, almost normal person. We haven't met your Rachel." I blushed at Rachel being called mine.

"Wowwww Fabray. You have it badddd."

"Shut up, Satan." I growled back.

"And Satan converted you to the dark side." She teased.

"And you don't even have cookies. Tsk tsk." I joked along.

"I have cookies, little girl. Just get in the large white van." We all burst out laughing. This is why I loved these two. It wasn't the popularity, or being the head cheerleaders, or being the most badass girls in school. It was the fact that I could laugh and joke with them, and they would still always be there for me when I turned around and was serious. Even if we go different places after high school; even if we have fights sometimes; even if we fall in love with different people; we will always, always be the Unholy Trinity. Now and forever.

A/N: Hey there people. So this was kind of a shorter chapter, I just wanted to work in Santana and Brittany. They will become pretty involved in the story, because Brittana is awesome. :) So… yeah. Read and Review please. Especially review. I thank everyone who already as, and to everybody else: pretty pretty pleaseee with spaghetti on top! :D Oh and if anyone's interested, check out my other little songfic type thing on fiction press

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