MmiseryLovesSlash: I did watch the finale and I both loved parts and hated parts. The Faberry bathroom scene was great, but I was pissed they had Quinn do a complete 180 about Finn and Rachel—although I liked the explanation that rophydoes gave. I thought the ending was perfect, though, and I loved that they sang You Get What You Give—Glee really needs to do more mid to late 90s songs.

skittles84: I'm a little frightened that you used the word 'bestie', but I just thought I would say that I probably don't thank you enough for catching my writing mistakes and allowing me to bounce my ideas off of you.

To everyone that's mentioned it (which is a lot of you): It will be a while before you find out what Finn whispered to Quinn. Hang in there, though, because everything will eventually be revealed.

Chapter 10 – Sorry's Not Good Enough

Rachel walked through the hall Monday morning looking for Quinn. The blonde had not been at the bleachers that morning even though she and Rachel had an unspoken agreement to meet there every Monday. Rachel was looking for her because she wanted to apologize for the way she had been acting. After thinking about it over the weekend, she realized she was being unfair and should hear Quinn out. She was still hurt by it, but Quinn at least deserved the chance to explain herself without Rachel interrupting her and storming out.

"Hey, Rach, can we talk?" Finn asked, interrupting Rachel's search for the blonde.

"I'm kind of occupied right now," Rachel said, not stopping as she addressed the boy.

"Please," he said, stepping in front of her, blocking her way.

"What is it, Finn?" Rachel asked, putting her hands on her hips, and hoping he would take the hint that this was not the time.

"I wanted to apologize," Finn said, staring at his feet. "I know I've been acting like a jerk lately and I'm sorry. I was hurt that you broke up with me and then you started changing and I felt like I was losing you again. You started hanging around with Santana and Quinn and I just reacted bad. They're always making fun of me and I just—I think they're up to something. All they've ever done was be mean to you and people like that don't change. I know you want them to be your friends, but they're not and they never will be."

"We broke up two months ago," Rachel stated. "You have to move on and you can't control who I'm friends with—not when we were together and not now—and I'm certainly not going to justify my friendships to you." Rachel started walking away but turned around to add, "And I'm not the one you should be apologizing to; Santana is the one you hurt most. I know she isn't always nice to you, but what you did was uncalled for and you seem to feel no remorse for it."

She turned on her heel and walked away before Finn could say anything else; she only had a few minutes to find Quinn before the bell rang and she didn't want to waste any more of her time on him. She quickly checked the auditorium and then walked to the choir room, but Quinn wasn't in either of them.

"Brittany!" Rachel yelled when she saw the other girl; she rushed over to her, bumping into a few students along the way, but quickly apologized to them. "Have you seen Quinn this morning?"

"She was at the bleachers this morning while San and me were at Cheerios practice, but she left," Brittany answered.

"Do you know where she went?" Rachel asked.

Brittany shook her head, shrugging. "She walked toward the school, so I'm guessing she's somewhere in here.

Rachel sighed. "Thanks."

"You won't find her," Brittany said, stopping Rachel from walking away.

"Why not?" Rachel asked, turning her head to look at the blonde.

"Sometimes Quinn doesn't want to be found," Brittany replied. "If she's like that, you'll never find her. She's good at hiding; even San hasn't been able to find her. I'm just letting you know that she'll let you find her when she wants to be found."

Rachel nodded. "Thank you; I guess I will just head to class then."

Brittany had been correct; for the past two days, Quinn would miraculously show up to class just seconds before the bell rang and would be gone seconds after the bell rang, signaling the end of class, giving Rachel no time to talk to her. Rachel had still tried in vain to find her before accepting that Brittany must be right. Quinn didn't want to be found right now and Rachel would just have to be patient until she did.

"Please tell me Finn isn't stupid enough to come over here?" Mercedes said, watching the boy walking closer to their lunch table.

"I'm pretty sure he's stupid enough to do anything," Santana said, smirking.

"Don't you think maybe we've been a bit harsh on him?" Tina asked.

"I agree with Tina," Mike chimed in.

"Of course you agree with her," Santana said, rolling her eyes and making a whipping motion with her hand.

"While I would normally agree—we have been a bit harsh—I am also inclined to believe that he deserves it in this instance," Kurt said, causing Mercedes, Artie and Blaine to nod in agreement.

"I just mean we're part of a team and we need to forgive him at some point," Tina replied.

"Has he apologized?" Kurt asked, turning his head to Santana.

"Not a damn word," Santana said, shaking her head.

"Santana?" Finn said, sounding unsure of himself.

"Finnept?" Santana mocked, not bothering to turn to look at Finn.

Finn huffed and looked at Rachel before turning back to the Cheerio. "Can we talk?"

"Well I can talk and you obviously can since you're speaking to me right now, which is weird because I thought you could only grunt," Santana replied.

"Do you always have to make things more difficult?" Finn asked. "I'm here to apologize."

"Do you think he heard us earlier?" Kurt whispered to Rachel.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was my job to make your life easy," Santana said, rolling her eyes.

"No," Rachel whispered back. "Yesterday he tried apologizing to me for his behavior, but I told him I wasn't the one he needed to apologize to."

Everyone at the table was now watching Finn, seeing how he was going to react to Santana's verbal jabs. "Listen, I'm sorry for what I did, okay? It wasn't cool of me and I shouldn't have lost my temper, but you keep saying all this crap to me and it makes me so mad and you're still doing it! Can't you just like give me a break or something?"

Kurt rolled his eyes and whispered, "Way to apologize and simultaneously blame her for his actions."

Santana clenched her jaw before whipping her head around, causing Finn to take a step back.

"Dude, you might want to go," Puck advised.

"Are we cool?" Finn asked Santana.

"You might want to work on the apology and try again," Santana spat.

"Why?" Finn asked. "I said I was sorry."

"And blamed me for what you did!" Santana loudly said. "I insult people; it's what I do. When I hurt your little feelings, insult me back, but you don't out someone in the middle of the hall! Call me a crazy bitch or something. I might even gain an ounce of respect for you for standing up for yourself, but don't tell everyone something so personal and then take no responsibility for it."

"It's just not fair; you've turned everyone against me," Finn said, waving his hand to indicate everyone at the table.

"I'm sorry, Finn, but that was your own doing," Kurt said. "You live with a gay step-brother—you of all people should know better. You've seen what happened to me at this school and yet you didn't think twice about what you did to Santana. I will never agree with the way Santana bullies people, but that doesn't make what you did any less wrong."

"But—"

"No," Kurt said, holding his hand up. "Try apologizing to her when you actually mean it."

Finn sighed and sulked away in silence, leaving everyone at the table looking at each other.

"You should say you're sorry too," Brittany said, looking at Santana. "You were mean to him."

"Him first," Santana said, crossing her arms.

"So, what is everyone doing for Thanksgiving?" Tina asked and several people laughed at her obvious attempt to change the subject.

Thanksgiving was only two days away and today was their last day of school before their break. It was one of the reasons Rachel was so desperate to find Quinn; if she didn't see her by the end of the day, she wouldn't get a chance to talk to her until Monday and that was only if the blonde wasn't still hiding from her by then.

"Rachel?" Kurt asked, nudging her.

"What?" she asked, looking around to see a couple of her friends staring at her.

"I asked what you had planned for the break." Blaine replied.

"Oh," Rachel said, blushing a bit at the fact that she had been so zoned out. "My fathers and I always have Thanksgiving at home and then visit my Daddy's family on Friday and my Dad's family on Saturday. While I love getting to see my family, half of the time we're in the car, so it's always quite dull. Plus, everyone is either a lot older or younger than me, so I usually feel a bit out of place."

"Well, at least you don't have to have an awkward Thanksgiving dinner with Finn," Kurt said.

"When you put it like that, I guess it could be worse," Rachel said, smiling at her friend.

"What's wrong, honey?" Hiram asked his daughter.

Rachel just shrugged and continued moping around the kitchen.

"Cheer up, it's Thanksgiving," Leroy said, but Rachel just shrugged again.

Hiram and Leroy looked at each other; Leroy had his eyebrows raised and Hiram mouthed 'I don't know' to his husband. Rachel saw it, though, and sighed as she sat down on one of the stools.

"It's nothing," she said, hoping to stop their warring.

"If you say so, dear," Leroy replied.

"Would you do me a favor and drive to the store," Hiram asked. "I'm afraid I forgot the rolls for dinner."

"Okay," Rachel said, standing up. "I shouldn't be long."

Rachel walked to the front door and grabbed her keys from the hook. She didn't know if her fathers were just trying to get her out of the house or if they really had forgotten the rolls, but she didn't mind either way. She had been sulking around the house since Tuesday evening and it was probably starting to annoy her fathers even if they were used to her mood swings. She couldn't help it, though; she was worried that Quinn was never going to speak to her again and it scared her more than she thought it would.

She drove to the nearest supermarket and parked her car. She was surprised at how many people were actually at the store; maybe forgetting things for Thanksgiving dinner was a common occurrence, though. She walked through the automatic doors and made a beeline for the bread section. The shelves were quite sparse, but she found what she was looking for and grabbed it before anyone else could come along and steal it out from under her nose. She then walked to the checkout and paused when she saw familiar blonde hair one register over.

"Quinn?" she said, causing the other girl to turn around.

Quinn gave her a small smile and then turned back around, handing the cashier a few bills. She was handed back her change and started walking away, but Rachel sprinted around the rest of the customers in front of her to get to the other girl before she could get very far.

"Quinn, wait," Rachel said, running up to the blonde. "Why have you been avoiding me?"

Quinn laughed. "You were the one that has been ignoring me; I wasn't avoiding you, I was giving you space."

Rachel huffed. "Well, I've been trying to find you all week to apologize."

"Oh," Quinn said, sounding slightly hopeful.

"So, what are you doing at the store on Thanksgiving?" Rachel asked, looking at the plastic bag in Quinn's hand.

"I was trying to make a sandwich and realized we were out of bread," Quinn answered.

Rachel frowned. "Why are you having a sandwich on Thanksgiving?"

"It's just me at the house," Quinn replied. "My mother went to Illinois to spend the weekend with my sister and her husband."

"And she left you here all alone?" Rachel asked.

"My sister and I don't really get along very well," Quinn explained. "So I told my mother I would be fine here and talked her into going without me."

"So you're spending the holiday all alone?" Rachel asked and Quinn nodded in confirmation. "You're coming home with me, then."

"No, really, I'm fine," Quinn said, shaking her head.

"Nonsense," Rachel replied. "You shouldn't be alone on Thanksgiving and my fathers always make more than enough food should a friend or family member unexpectedly stop by. Just let me pay for these rolls and we can be on our way."

"But—"

"No arguing with me; you know you won't win," Rachel said, smiling at the other girl.

Quinn sighed, but nodded. "Okay, I'll wait for you."

Rachel paid for the rolls as quickly as she could, worried that she would turn around and the blonde would be gone again, but the other girl stayed put. When she was done, she walked over to Quinn; since she had driven to the supermarket as well, they agreed that she would follow Rachel in her car. Rachel drove to her house, constantly glancing in the review mirror to make sure Quinn was still behind her; she kept expecting the blonde to turn her car the other way, but she pulled into her driveway and Quinn parked right behind her.

"Are you sure they don't mind?" Quinn asked as they were walking up the path to the front door.

"Of course not," Rachel replied.

She wasn't sure, but it didn't matter; her fathers loved her and wouldn't deny her the possibility of having a friend over, especially one that didn't really have anywhere else to go for the holiday.

"I'm back," Rachel said as she entered the house.

"Dinner should be ready in about an hour," Hiram called from the kitchen.

Rachel walked into to the kitchen; her Daddy was sitting at the island and her Dad was at the stove stirring something in a small pan. "Daddy, can you set an extra place at the table."

"Why?" he asked, frowning. "Do we have company?" He followed Rachel's gaze toward the hall and saw Quinn standing there. "Hello, Quinn."

"Hello, Sir," she said, stepping into the room. "I hope I'm not intruding."

"No, not at all," Leroy said, giving his husband a look that clearly said he better not contradict him.

"Quinn's mother went to visit her sister, so Quinn is all alone," Rachel said, looking between her fathers. "So I convinced her to have dinner with us."

Leroy smiled. "Well then, I will go set another place at the table."

Dinner was always a lively event and Quinn seemed to enjoy it, which Rachel was thankful for. Hiram had behaved himself and Rachel thought he might be warming up to the blonde a little bit. After dinner they had watched Funny Girl—it's what they had been doing after Thanksgiving dinner since Rachel was four—and then everyone was tired so that they decided to go to bed early. Plus, they had long drive ahead of them in the morning, so they all needed to be up really early. When Quinn was getting ready to leave, Leroy insisted she stay the night; she was tired and was just going home to an empty house, so he didn't see the point in her driving home.

"I'm sorry about this," Rachel said, rummaging through her drawers for something for Quinn to sleep in.

"It's fine," Quinn said, shrugging.

"It's hard to argue with Daddy sometimes," Rachel stated.

Quinn smirked. "I noticed that must be where you learned it from."

"And I'm sorry about the guest room," Rachel said, handing Quinn a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

Hiram has taken up a new hobby—and as it always was when he took up something new, the guestroom looked like a craft store had exploded in it. This time it was watercolors, so there were canvases with half-done paintings all over the room and no place to really sleep, which really defeated the purpose of a guestroom.

"I'm going to brush my teeth and get ready, so you can change in here if you would like," Rachel said before walking to the bathroom and closing the door behind her.

After doing her nightly routine, she walked out to find Quinn lying on top her bed. The clothes Rachel had given her were a bit small—okay, a lot small—and Rachel couldn't help but laugh at the sight.

Quinn rolled her eyes as soon as she heard the brunette's laughter. "I can't help that you're freakishly small and have already freakishly short shorts."

"Sorry," Rachel said, still smiling as she walked around the bed and got under the covers.

When she turned off the bedside lamp, the room was plunged into complete darkness. She felt Quinn sigh and shift beside her, getting under the covers as well.

"I'm sorry," Quinn whispered, turning so she was facing Rachel.

"What are you apologizing for?" Rachel asked, turning her head toward Quinn.

"For last week," Quinn answered. "For what I said in the bathroom. I was telling the truth when I said I didn't mean it. I was just frustrated and when I get frustrated, I get defensive and become a total bitch and I'm just— I'm really sorry." Quinn laughed lightly. "The funny thing is I actually like it about you; you care enough about your friends to want to know what's bothering them. I shouldn't have said that about not having friends—you've always had friends."

"I'm sorry too," Rachel said. "I was hurt and I overreacted. I shouldn't have ignored you like I did, but you know how stubborn I can be sometimes."

Quinn shook her head. "I deserved it."

"You deserved the chance to explain," Rachel stated. "I still mean what I said, though; saying you're sorry isn't always going to make everything better, so we need to work on not offending each other in the first place."

"I'll try, but offending people seems to be in my nature," Quinn quipped. "But I'll work on it."

"Are you ever going to tell me what was wrong in the first place?" Rachel asked.

Quinn sighed and Rachel felt her shift onto her back. "Would you be offended if I said I didn't want to talk about it?"

"No," Rachel replied. "I'm here, though, if you ever do want to."

"I know," Quinn said. "Night, Rachel."

"So I'm back to being Rachel now?" Rachel said, smiling, and receiving a light kick and laugh from Quinn. "Goodnight, Quinn."

"Quinn, it's time to get up," Rachel said, trying to shake the other girl awake, but Quinn just groaned and buried her head further into the pillow; Rachel smiled and shook her again. "Come on, Quinn."

"What time is it?" Quinn asked, cracking one eye open.

"A little past five," Rachel answered.

"Who the hell gets up at five in the morning?" Quinn asked, throwing the covers over her head.

Rachel laughed and pulled the covers off of her. "I do—or six depending on the morning, but usually five. Now get up"

"You're sadistic," Quinn mumbled.

Rachel shook her head. "Okay, fine, I'm going to go make breakfast, but when it's done, you have to get up, okay?"

"Okay," Quinn agreed, but it was muffled by her pillow and she already sounded like she was dozing off.

Rachel went down stairs to make breakfast, where her fathers were already awake and drinking coffee.

"Did you two sleep okay?" Leroy asked when he saw his daughter.

"I did, but Quinn is still asleep," Rachel replied.

Hiram kissed the top of her head. "We're leaving in an hour."

"I'm just going to make breakfast for Quinn and myself and then I will get ready," Rachel said, opening the refrigerator door.

Rachel went about making breakfast; right before she was done making her vegan pancakes, Quinn had walked into the room and Rachel smiled at her.

"And here I figured I would have to bribe you with food to get out of bed," she joked.

"I smelled coffee," Quinn said through a yawn.

"Help yourself," Leroy said, inclining his head toward the pot of coffee.

"Thanks," Quinn said, walking over to it.

"Pancakes are almost done," Rachel announced.

"Hiram and I were talking and we wanted to run something past you girls," Leroy said, looking between his daughter and Quinn. "We know Rachel doesn't usually have the best time at our little family gatherings and we were wondering if maybe Quinn would like to come with us. We don't know how long your mom is out of town, but if she's going to be gone all weekend, we thought you might like to tag along with us."

Quinn looked at Rachel, but the brunette just shrugged; they were both surprised by the invitation, but Rachel actually thought it was a wonderful idea.

"Do you want me to come?" Quinn asked.

"Sure," Rachel replied, smiling. "I mean—if you want to."

"Well, my mother isn't going to be back until Sunday," Quinn said, thinking about it. "It might be kind of nice not having to spend the whole weekend alone."

"Then it's settled," Leroy said, clapping his hands together.

An hour and a half later and the four of them were on the four and a half hour drive to Pennsylvania to visit Leroy's family. Rachel was already thankful that Quinn was with them; normally she and her fathers listened to show tunes and played some ridiculous made-up games that they had created when Rachel was a child. While Rachel did enjoy it on occasion, it was much nicer having a friend to talk to.

By the time they finally got to Pennsylvania and pulled up to Leroy's family's house, it was almost noon. Hiram and Leroy had been bickering in the front for the last twenty minutes, so Quinn and Rachel were happy to finally be able to get out of the car.

"You did not!" Hiram insisted.

"I did too," Leroy replied back.

Rachel rolled her eyes. "Can you two stop?"

Quinn laughed and whispered to Rachel, "Your family is much more entertaining than mine."

"I swear they're like two fighting children sometimes," Rachel said, shaking her head. "Daddy, if you don't stop fighting with Dad, I'm going to tell your mother."

Leroy's mouth immediately snapped shut.

"There's my granddaughter!" The woman rushed Rachel and wrapped her arms around the brunette.

Rachel tensed a bit as she was engulfed by her grandmother's hug and felt like she was going to fall over. The car ride from Pennsylvania to Maryland had been long and her legs were still a bit numb, but quickly regained her balance, smiled, and returned the hug. The woman had died when Rachel was still at NYADA, so it was the first time she had seen her in nine years. "Hello, Grandma."

The older woman let go of Rachel to hug Leroy and then pulled Hiram into an even bigger hug. When she finally released him, she turned to Quinn and asked, "And who is this."

"This is Quinn, my friend," Rachel replied.

"Nice to meet you," Quinn said, sticking her hand out, but she too was pulled into a quick hug.

"You'll learn that the Berrys are hugging people," she said upon releasing the blonde. "We never shake."

"I guess that's where Rachel gets it from, then," Quinn said, smiling at the older woman.

"Come on," Rachel's grandmother put one arm around Leroy and one arm around Hiram. "Let's get in there before all the food is gone."

"And I thought yesterday was intense," Quinn said, walking beside Rachel, following behind the trio.

Rachel nodded. "The Berry side is even bigger and louder than Daddy's family."

When Quinn and Rachel walked in, they were hit with a wall of sound; everyone was greeting Rachel and asking who Quinn was. At some point a plate of food had been shoved in both of their hands and they made their way to the empty couch to eat.

"How do you deal with this every year?" Quinn asked as soon as she sat down.

"You get used to it," Rachel said, causing the woman on the nearby loveseat to laugh.

"And who is this?" she asked.

"Quinn, my cousin Rebecca; Rebecca, this is Quinn," Rachel said, motioning between them.

"Is this your girlfriend?" Rebecca asked.

Rachel blushed. "No, just a friend from school."

"Well, it was nice to meet you, but I'm going to get a slice of pie before it's all gone," Rebecca said as she stood up.

Quinn looked at Rachel and raised her eyebrow. "Why would she think I'm your girlfriend?"

Rachel shrugged. "Probably because you're the first person I've ever brought with me. You're not regretting coming with us, are you? I know everyone can be sort of nosy and that makes some people uncomfortable."

"No," Quinn said, smiling. "It's kind of nice, actually." Quinn looked around a smiled even wider. "My family is—they're the complete opposite of this. Whenever the Fabrays get together, it's subdued and cold. Everyone is trying to prove to each other that their family is the most successful or the most Christian or whatever. No one hugs, no one laughs unless they're gossiping about someone, and no one is happy to be there. This, though—this is nice. You're lucky to have a family that actually loves you."

"I'm sure your family loves you," Rachel said, frowning at Quinn's statement.

"If they ever did, they don't now," Quinn replied. "Getting pregnant at sixteen—that shamed the entire Fabray clan and it's something they will never forgive me for." Quinn looked at Rachel and gave her a small smile. "It's okay, Rachel; you don't have to look at me like that."

"Sorry," Rachel said, averting her eyes.

"I was never close enough to my family to really miss them when they were gone," Quinn explained. "I've learned over the last few years that blood doesn't mean much; it's the family you make that really seems to count. Everyone in Glee—we're a family. We're not forced to love each other, but we do anyway."

"Even Finn?" Rachel asked, grinning.

"He's that idiot cousin that likes to ask everyone to pull his finger," Quinn said, shrugging.

Rachel laughed loudly, which happened a lot throughout the rest of the day. The Berry clan stayed up late singing karaoke, which Rachel totally trounced everyone at; playing Monopoly, which Rachel accused everyone of cheating at; and playing charades, which Quinn and Rachel nearly beat Hiram and Leroy at.

Rachel was exhausted by the time she got into bed, but she was having a hard time getting comfortable. She and Quinn were sharing a twin air mattress on the floor of the living room and Rachel couldn't stop tossing and turning.

"Will you quit," Quinn said, rolling her eyes. "This thing is far too small for you to be doing that."

Rachel sighed. "Sorry."

"What's wrong?" Quinn asked after a few moments of silence.

"I can't get comfortable," Rachel replied, turning once again.

"I can sleep on the floor," Quinn offered.

Rachel shook her head. "It's not that."

"Are you sure?" Quinn asked. "This bed is awfully small."

"Yes," Rachel replied. "I promise I'll stop moving, okay?"

Rachel was still for about two minutes, but then she started turning again.

"Rachel!" Quinn said, laughing.

"Sorry!" Rachel said, laughing as well.

"Will you two both shut up!" Rebecca's voice came from across the room.

"Sorry," Quinn and Rachel said together.

When Rachel stepped out of the car the next day, she felt like kissing the ground; a nine hour car ride was not an enjoyable experience. She had tried to sleep, but her mind seemed to be all over the place. It was dark by the time they pulled into their driveway and Rachel was the first one out of the car, stretching her whole body.

"I never want to do that again," Quinn said, getting out right behind her.

"That makes two of us," Rachel replied. "Thank you for coming, though; I had a lot more fun than I usually do. Being with my family usually isn't bad, but the car ride is what I always hate. It was nice having you to talk to"

Quinn smiled. "I had fun too; definitely more than I would have by myself."

Rachel watched her fathers walk along the path to the door; both of them looked like she felt. "Do you want to come in?"

"I should get going," Quinn said. "My mother is back; she called while we were at the last gas station and was wondering where I was."

"You didn't tell her you were going?" Rachel asked.

"I didn't really see a point," Quinn said, shrugging. "She wasn't going to be here to miss me."

"Well then, I guess I will see you tomorrow morning," Rachel said, grabbing Quinn's hand, pulling her toward her, and into a hug. "You are going to be at the bleachers, right? You're not going to start avoiding me again?"

Rachel felt Quinn shake her head and then sigh. "I'll be there."

"Good," Rachel said, giving Quinn's shoulders a squeeze before letting go.

"Thank you for this weekend," Quinn whispered and Rachel felt the blonde press a light kiss to her cheek.

Rachel didn't know why, but she found herself blushing. "It was my pleasure."

"Night, Rach." Quinn smiled at Rachel before leaning down to grab her bag, which Leroy had set by the car for her; she walked over to her car and threw her bag in the passenger seat after opening her door. Rachel watched a she started the car and slowly started backing down the drive. When she got to the street, Rachel gave her a wave and Quinn returned it with a smile. Rachel watched until she could barely see the car's brake lights and then finally turned on her heel to go inside.

"Did Quinn go home," Leroy asked as soon as Rachel entered the house.

"Yeah, her mom is back," Rachel said, walking into the living room and plopping down between her fathers.

"You'll have to bring her around some more," Leroy said, smiling.

"Yeah?" Rachel asked, turning her head to look at her Dad.

"Yeah," Hiram agreed.

"And here I thought you hated her," Rachel said, smiling.

Hiram huffed. "She's not entirely unpleasant." He looked at his daughter and slowly smiled. "Fine, I like her. She's a nice young lady and not at all what I was expecting from the girl that bullied you for years. You can tell she really cares about you and how can I possibly hate someone with such good taste?"

Rachel smiled and snuggled into her Dad's side. "Thank you for giving her a chance."

Hiram looked over Rachel's head at Leroy and smiled. "I got the feeling I was going to be seeing a lot more of her, so it was better to embrace it than to fight it. Besides, at least she can carry on a conversation, unlike that last boyfriend of yours."

"I do like having her around more than Finn," Leroy nodded in agreement.

"And she didn't even complain about the vegan food," Hiram added.

"What we're trying to say is that we very much approve of your friendship with Quinn," Leroy said, looking into Rachel's eyes. "She's welcome here anytime."

Rachel smiled and sighed in contentment.

I hope this chapter didn't bounce around too much, but the chapter would have gone on forever if I had included everything from their weekend.

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