"Hello?"

"Lucy Quinn Fabray! Where the hell are you?! Are you crazy? You must be! Because what bride runs out on her own wedding?! The wedding her mother paid over $100,000 for. What's wrong with you?!"

"Mom. I'm sorry. I'm fine. I'll pay you back I promise. I couldn't go through with it, I love David but I'm not in love with him. Tell him that I'll contact him as soon as I can. I just need a break for a little while."

"A break? You need a break?!"

Judy Fabray kept yelling. Rachel made a signal to Quinn and decided to intervene.

" ? Yes this is Rachel. Quinn is staying with me. No it's fine really, I know, she can be crazy sometimes. She's fine now. She really wasn't happy with the whole settlement. No, no it's nothing you did. It was all Quinn. I will have a talk with her later. Ok? Thank you."

Rachel hung up the phone giggling at Quinn's flabbergasted expression.

"How did you do that? In all my years, I've never been able to get my mother to listen to me. You're my hero." Quinn was starstruck.

"Come on, dork, I'm hungry you can make me breakfast."

Quinn just sat there a little confused. Since when was she making Rachel breakfast? Rachel got up and started stretching, Quinn had completely forgotten about that. Rachel likes to sleep in the shortest shorts known to man, not only that but she also likes to wear really low tank tops. Quinn would never know how such a short human being could have legs that long. Wait why was she looking at Rachel like this? She needs to stop.

"Quinn are you coming?" Rachel called from down stairs

"Yeah, Rach. Be right there." Might wanna pick your jaw off of the floor Quinn. The blonde quickly bounded down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Why am I making you breakfast again?" Quinn questioned.

"Because I'm your hero, I've saved you twice in 24 hours."

"Whatever. What do you want to eat?"

"Pancakes. Vegan pancakes."

"Ugh fine. You have to help me."

The pair started making pancakes once they were done they started to clean up the kitchen, when Quinn slipped. She just so happened to be holding the flour and Rachel was behind her. Rachel was covered in the flour.

"Quinn!"

"Sorry, Rae. I slipped" she chuckled. She wasn't sorry. It was actually quite hilarious. Until Rachel decided to retaliate by flicking some of the excess flour onto Quinn. In return Quinn grabbed the syrup bottle and poured it down Rachel's tank top. This food fight went on until there was nothing left for them to throw at each other, and nothing to eat. Quinn had flour all over her, syrup smeared on her face and in her hair, and sugar in her sweatpants. To make matters worse Rachel had managed to get a pancake stuck on Quinn's neck with syrup. Rachel had flour from head to toe, syrup in her shirt and her shorts were stuck to her legs from the vegan butter Quinn threw at her. When the food fight was over there were no words. Rachel and Quinn just looked at each other and laughed.

"You wanna shower?" Rachel finally said.

"Sure"

"You take my room. I'll use the one downstairs. Just let me get my stuff first."

"Ok"

A half an hour later, Rachel was fresh and clean, and Quinn, well she couldn't get the pancake off of her neck. Seriously what did Rachel put on there glue? She really didn't have to do this but she really needed to finish her shower and she can't do that if her hair is caught on the pancake on her neck.

"Rach? I need your help, again"

Rachel stepped into the bathroom and was not expecting to see Quinn standing there only wearing a bathrobe and the pancake on her neck. Rachel knew exactly what Quinn wanted so she pried the pancake off of her neck and fought the urge to lick the syrup off.

Once everything was cleaned up the girls decided to just have cereal and call it a day. While eating her cereal, Quinn began to notice how much fun she had with Rachel. She never had that with David. She definitely knew that she made the right decision in not getting married.

"Quinn? What are you going to do?"

"I don't know. I guess I'll talk to David, and go back to New Haven."

"When are you going back?"

"This weekend I guess. I've got no reason to stay here."

"That's when I'm going back to New York. Kurt's staying a bit longer. Do you want to come with me? You weren't planning on going back to Connecticut this soon anyway."

"Yeah. I'd like that."