A/N: Wow, you guys already over 100 reviews! Thanks so much for all your support, I'm glad you're enjoying this story as much as I'm enjoying writing it! This is a short chapter, but I hope you enjoy it regardless :)
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Quinn nervously walked up the driveway to the Berryhouse. She was never so terrified in her life. Before she could find the courage to knock on the door, Rachel whipped it open and greeted her with a smile.
"You came!" She said happily, almost sounding relieved.
Quinn frowned. "Why wouldn't I? I told you I was going to come over tonight."
Rachel nodded and stepped aside to allow Quinn entrance. The blonde took a shaky breath as she walked through the door. She prayed Rachel couldn't hear how loudly her heart was beating.
"My dads are picking up pizzas on their way home; I hope that will suffice for dinner. My Dad and I are vegans, and unfortunately Finn and Daddy are diehard carnivores, so you'll have your choice."
Quinn was dying to ask if there would be bacon on the meat lovers pizza, but instead she said. "I'll just have what you're having."
Seeing the bright smile that she caused on Rachel's face made her more than happy to go without meat for the evening. In fact, her knew goal in life was to make that smile on Rachel's face permanent. It was her new favorite thing, followed closely by Rachel's singing voice and Rachel herself. And more than anything she wanted to be the cause of Rachel's happiness, always.
"Did you want to hang out in my room until my dads get home or stay down here and watch
TV?"
She felt like a perv when she practically yelled, "Your room!"
She flushed as Rachel giggled and took her hand to lead her upstairs. Being led by the hand, up the stairs to Rachel's bedroom was certainly causing Quinn to have some very pervy images rush through her mind. She was sure that her red cheeks had darkened as she ogled Rachel's ass from behind. And as Rachel was walking up the stairs in front of her, she got a good view of that fine ass, not to mention if she tilted her head to the right just a little she'd also get to see Rachel's red lace panties. She licked her lips as her eyes darkened. Yup, she was a perv. But she wasn't going to apologize for it.
Rachel led her to her bedroom, before flopping down on the bed. Quinn was trying her hardest not to attack Rachel as she simultaneously devoured and worshipped the girl's body. She was trying but finding it extremely difficult, so he closed her eyes and tried to control her breathing.
A light hand on her arm caused her to jump and her eyes flew open. Rachel was now standing directly in front of her with a look of concern on her face. "Are you feeling okay Quinn? You don't look so well? You could lie down on my bed and take a nap until my dads get home." Rachel offered.
Quinn swallowed slowly, focusing on Rachel's touch rather than her words. Or she wasn't focusing on Rachel's words until she heard the brunette say "My bed." Quinn's mouth was suddenly and inexplicably dry.
"Quinn?" Rachel rubbed her hand up and down on Quinn's arm, eliciting goosebumps in her wake.
"I'm fine." Quinn's voice cracked, so she begrudgingly cleared her throat. "I'm fine; it's just been a long day."
"Oh." Rachel's face softened instantly. "Would you like to talk about it?"
Quinn forced a smile before shaking her head. "You know what, I'm already feeling better." She regrettably pulled away from Rachel's grasp and collapsed on the girl's bed. She couldn't even stop the moan that escaped her lips.
Rachel stood over her, shyly tucking a piece of brown hair behind her ear. "Quinn, there was something I wanted to talk to you about."
The edge to Rachel's voice made Quinn nervous, and suddenly she didn't want to have the talk with Rachel. She realized that openly flirting with the girl was a bad idea, because now Rachel was uncomfortable. Quinn sat up quickly, making herself lightheaded. "You know what? On second thought, I think I'd rather watch a movie." She stood up and hurried down the stairs, missing the look of absolute confusion on Rachel's face.
As they sat on the couch, at a respectable distance, Quinn felt Rachel stealing glances at her during the movie. The blonde was so preoccupied with trying to actively ignore Rachel that she wasn't even sure what movie they were watching.
"Hey guys!" Finn announced as he walked into the room and plopped down on the couch, between them. Quinn never felt so happy to see the boy before, she was drowning in discomfort and it was entirely of her own making.
"Finn." Rachel replied sounding annoyed with the boy.
"What're you watching?" He asked, not picking up on the awkwardness around him. It must feel good to be so oblivious all the time, Quinn thought to herself.
"I don't really know." Rachel admitted shyly. Quinn smirked at Rachel's admission.
"Great, then do you mind if I change it?" He asked, already reaching for the remote.
Both girls watched as he idly flipped through the channels. "So, do you have any ideas for a mash up for me and Artie to sing?"
"You paired up with Artie?" Rachel asked with interest. "He's very talented; you should do something instrumental where the two of you can show off your skills. He on guitar and you on drums. Maybe some rock numbers or something; you have a great voice when it comes to classic rock."
Finn grinned at her and thanked her for the suggestion. "Puck and Sam are doing a rock number too. A mash up of the Rolling Stones and Bon Jovi."
Rachel's eyes lit up. "That's brilliant. I think they'll sound amazing."
"What are you and Quinn doing?"
"'Unpretty' and 'I Feel Pretty.' It's a mash up of Broadway and more contemporary music."
"I know the songs Rach. The one is from West Side Story, remember I was sitting front row when you sang that onstage two years ago."
Quinn listened to their light banter and fell for Rachel even more. She loved the way they supported each other and was almost jealous of the bond they shared. Her ears perked up as she continued to listen.
"And for some reason or another, you've been going around the house singing 'Unpretty' for the last week or so." Finn stated.
Quinn chanced a glance at Rachel and noticed the brunette was blushing. She smiled to herself, knowing that last week was when she sang that song to the girl. Rachel had apparently been singing it since then.
"For what it's worth, it'll be amazing. You always are." He continued.
Rachel leaned into him and he wrapped his gigantic arm around her. "Thanks Finn." She sighed into his chest.
"So did you get a say in this Quinn?" Finn asked the blonde, immediately pulling her from her thoughts.
"A say in what?" Quinn asked as she furrowed her brow in confusion.
"Did Rachel let you help with the song choice or did she take charge as usual?" He had a joking tone to his voice, but Quinn still felt the need to defend the tiny girl.
"'Unpretty' was sort of my idea…in a way." She replied lamely, cursing herself for sounding so stupid.
"Oh." He replied before getting a strange look on his face that just made him appear constipated.
Quinn waited for him to say more, but instead he returned his attention to the TV. The three sat in a comfortable silence, watching some mindless sitcom until theBerrymen arrived.
As a tall black man and a short bespectacled man walked through the door, Quinn shook her head in wonderment. TheBerryswere full of surprises.
"You must be Quinn!" The shorter of the two answered as he extended his hand in greeting, just like Rachel always does. "I'm Jeremiah. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Quinn stood up politely and took his proffered hand in hers, making sure to shake it firmly. "The pleasure is mine, I assure you Jeremiah." She replied with a smile.
"Oooh, I like her." Jeremiah conspiratorially stage whispered to his husband.
"As do I." He smiled as he sat the pizza boxes on the coffee table and wrapped Quinn in a hug.
When he pulled away, he rested his hands on each of her shoulders and leaned in with a smile. "You're all either of my children have talked about for the last two weeks, I was beginning to think they were making you up. You just sounded too good to be true."
He winked at her and she blushed deeply.
"Daddy!" Rachel chastised the man, who simply shrugged and chuckled loudly.
"It's true dear. It's been Quinn this and Quinn that for days on end." He turned back toward Quinn. "Finn seems to think you're a goddess and Rachel thinks you hung the moon."
Quinn let her eyes fall on Rachel, locking on her brown emotion filled orbs. Taking a deep breath, she released it slowly and returned her attention to the man in front of her. "I can assure you they are all lies." She smirked flirtatiously, glancing at Rachel again.
"Either way, we wish to make up our own minds about you." He said knowingly. "I'm Michael by the way."
"Well Michael, I look forward to letting you get to know me." Quinn smiled genuinely.
He turned toward his kids on the couch. "You're right about two things. She's gorgeous and she's a charmer."
He quickly bent down and picked up the boxes of pizza and led the group to the kitchen. They shared in small talk as they ate, mostly Rachel's dads alternated asking Quinn questions.
"What brings you toSan Francisco?" Michael asked.
"I had a rough couple of years and I came to live with my sister and brother-in-law."
"I'm sorry to hear that. Do you not get along with your parents?" Jeremiah questioned.
"My mother and I speak on the phone every night. My father and I had a rocky couple of years but things have improved for us."
"What grade are you in?" Michael asked.
"I'm a senior."
"So what are your plans after high school?" Jeremiah wondered.
"Could you guys please stop with the interrogation? What's next waterboarding?" Rachel whined.
Quinn smiled. "I don't mind Rach, they just want to see who their kids are hanging out with. It's responsible parenting."
"No, Rachel's right. We kind of went a little overboard. We're sorry." Michael apologized.
"I would like to answer your last question, if that's okay." Quinn addressed after telling Michael the apology was unnecessary but thanked him anyway. "I was looking into colleges in the area and actually, I was hoping Rachel would like to go with me next Saturday on a tour ofSan FranciscoStateUniversity."
Quinn saw Rachel smile wide, before directing her attention on the girl's dads. "If that's okay with you guys."
They looked at each other, seemingly having a silent conversation before Jeremiah answered. "That's fine with us."
The rest of the dinner went by pleasantly as they talked about the new glee assignment and Finn talked about the upcoming football season. He couldn't wait; apparently their first game was in two weeks.
After dinner, Rachel and Quinn went back up to the brunette's bedroom and practiced their song for glee. Quinn had to admit that the composition that Rachel came up with was perfect and she might be biased but she thought their voices sounded beautiful together.
At the end of the evening, Rachel walked Quinn to her car. "Thank you for coming over Quinn, I enjoyed myself. Though, I must once again apologize on behalf on my dads."
Quinn waved her hand in the air, dismissing the apology. "They were fine, Rach. I love them actually."
"Really?" Rachel replied skeptically.
She ducked her head down, to be eye level with Rachel. "Really." She replied determinedly.
Rachel's smiled returned to her face for which Quinn was grateful. "I also think our song is amazing. Though I knew it would be." Rachel said with pride.
"Of course you did." Quinn teased.
"We still should work on it a little more, but I think we'll be ready to perform on Tuesday. Is that okay?"
"That's great. Just call me if you want to practice some more over the weekend." Quinn answered, hoping that Rachel would call her regardless.
"Okay, I will."
They stood awkwardly, just looking at each other before Quinn stepped forward and hugged her tightly. Rachel returned the gesture before stepping away and saying goodbye.
The smile on Quinn's face lasted the whole drive home.
