AN: So I had written this ages ago but was unable to finish it, and now after looking over it I just decided to cut out the pages I had trouble with and just publish what I had done. Sorry for the long wait but I haven't had much drive for this story. Unfortunate but true. I don't want to leave this story unfinished but when you have writer's block there's not much you can do.
Also, for those who are awaiting an update on Strange and Beautiful, I intend on posting a new chapter by the end of this weekend, hopefully sooner.
Anyways, read. enjoy. review!
When Quinn's final class of the day ended, she deliberately lingered back until she was the last one out, aside from the teacher, that is. With a deep exhale, she maneuvers her way through the crowded hallways, all while on the lookout for any of the members of the glee club. She loved them - God knows she did - but as of late, those kids were really grating her last nerve.
This past week had been nothing but a headache. With everyone in glee trying to convince her and Rachel not to abandon them at regionals every single minute of every single day, she found coming to school a nightmare. Not only that but they wanted answers, which she just couldn't give - not truthful ones anyways.
With that being said, she knew she wouldn't be able to tolerate glee rehearsal today so she simply opted out of going. As the hallways thinned out almost completely, she quickened her pace and stealthily slipped through the doorway of her intended destination before she was seen.
Lately her fellow glee clubbers had developed the tendency to appear out of thin air and hound her about regionals, so to ensure she didn't accidentally cross paths with any of them, she sought out one of the places farthest from the choir room.
McKinley's dance studio was smaller than the choir room, but was still large enough for it to hold its purpose adequately enough. Since she was Rachel's ride home she would have to wait somewhere until glee ended and she could think of no better place than here.
After shucking off her shoes, she deposits of her bag in a corner and gravitates toward the center of the floor. She first takes a moment to stretch out her limbs, then another to bask in the complete silence surrounding her.
Finally some peace and quiet.
Pushing all thoughts of glee out of her head, she pulls her hair up into a ponytail and breathes out slowly. She starts out with a few basic ballet movements, then jumps into the more advanced techniques once she found her groove. Just like riding a bicycle. She mused to her reflection as she paused to take a breath. Once you learn, you never forget.
Satisfied with the fact that she still had it, even after all these years, she launches herself back into the dance with much more…fire.
It was exhilarating.
She was about to execute another move when she caught sight of someone else's reflection in the mirror. Falling out of her pirouette with a start, she swiftly turns her head toward the open doorway. "Rachel," she pants, taking a second to push a stray hair out of her face. "What are you doing here?"
Surely she hadn't been dancing for so long that glee had already finished. Glancing back at the clock on the wall, she found that she hadn't. Only about forty minutes or so, which either meant glee had let out early or Rachel had been instructed to hunt her down. She doubted it was the latter. The rest of the club had been bugging Rachel as much as they'd been her.
"I was unaware that you could dance like that, Quinn." Rachel starts, both surprised and impressed.
She smiles faintly and nods. "Been taking ballet since I was three." she replies, wiping the perspiration from her brow. "Though its been ages since I've practiced like this." She couldn't even remember the last time she had put on the shoes or worked up such a sweat for that matter.
"I've been looking for you everywhere." Rachel states matter-of-factly, approaching her. "You haven't been answering any of my texts. I was beginning to get worried."
Remembering that she had silenced the device during her last class, Quinn nods apologetically. "Sorry, I had it on silent." Pushing back the disappointment that her alone time had been interrupted, she refocuses her attention on the mirror behind her.
"Why are you ditching glee?"
"Because if I had gone to practice, I'm pretty sure I would have pulled a Carrie." she answers plainly, readjusting her posture.
"I told you they weren't going to leave us alone until we caved." Rachel sighs, walking up to the barre and turning around so that she and Quinn faced one another.
"If they put as much energy into finding our replacements as they did pestering the hell out of us," she continues, staring straight into her reflection as she prepared a pirouette. "they would have found two new members already."
"Problem is they don't want two new members." Rachel replies, smiling fondly as she executed a perfect triple.
"All I know is that I'm very tempted to just tell them that you will, in fact, be performing at regionals just so I can get them off my back."
"They want you at regionals just as much as they want me, Quinn."
She scoffs quietly. "I don't know about that but they do need you more than they need me."
"They need us both equally." Rachel shakes her head and folds her arms over her chest. "I'm not letting you go on the trip alone, so don't even bother asking."
Stopping, she glances back at the brunette, eyebrow quirked. Sometimes she found it unnerving how nonchalant Rachel could be about abandoning their team. She was technically their leader, after all. "You do realize that we are not only screwing their chances of winning, but potentially rendering them incapable of even competing at regionals, right?"
Rachel uncrosses her arms with a heavy sigh. "Of course I do, but there will always be next year. Getting your curse broken, on the other hand, well, this might be our only chance. And like I said before, I will not have anything getting in the way of that."
She manages an appreciative smile before turning her back to grab her things in the corner. She would be lying if she didn't feel some apprehension about this trip. She and Jacob have never returned to La Push since they originally left and while she appreciated Rachel's confidence, she still wasn't too sure how she felt about everything.
On the one hand, she had the sinking feeling that this whole trip to Washington would be nothing but a waste of time, leaving her and Jacob disappointed yet again and Rachel with the regret of missing out on regionals for an unsuccessful venture. But on the other hand, she knew she wouldn't be able to live with herself with all the what ifs? if she decided not to go forth with this trip just because she was too scared to get hurt again.
"So did glee let out early or something?" she wonders once she was able to pull herself out of her thoughts. Picking up her water bottle from her bag, she turns back around as she twisted off the cap. She looks to Rachel expectantly.
"Oh. No." Rachel shakes her head while Quinn takes a sip of water. "You didn't show up and well, all throughout practice I was distracted, so I excused myself to the restroom to see where you were. I figured you would still be somewhere in school because I knew you wouldn't so cruel as to leave me without a way of transportation home." She chuckles.
"You know me well." After taking another sip, Quinn states, "Now that you've found me you should probably return to practice." She drops her bottle onto her bag and returns to the center of the floor.
Rachel pushes her body away from the barre and starts shaking her head, "I'm so bringing you back with me."
"I'd like to see you try, gizmo." she retorts, smiling wryly at the small brunette, her hands resting on her hips.
Rachel makes a face at the nickname. "Don't call me that. That thing is beyond creepy."
She instantly scoffs, though on the inside she was chuckling at the memory from a few days ago of Rachel cowering behind pillows on her couch as they watched Gremlins together. "Gizmo is no such thing. He's adorable."
Rachel maintained her opinion with a snort. "He's creepy."
"Funny how the same argument could be made for you, don't you think?" she smiles teasingly at Rachel's unamused expression.
"How rude!"
"Okay, Stephanie Tanner." Rolling her eyes, she does another little turn. "I'm still not going to rehearsal. I'm having way too much fun here."
"If you don't come with me, I'll throw a tantrum." Rachel threatens, lifting her chin defiantly. "And who, may I ask, is Stephanie Tanner?"
Quinn inwardly groans. Why did she even bother with the pop culture references? If it wasn't anything Barbra related it was over Rachel's head. "Go back to glee, Rachel."
"Quinn, you know as well as I do that I will not refrain until I get what I want." Rachel states firmly. "And what I want is for you to come with me to practice." Quinn opens her mouth to protest but Rachel then adds, "If you don't I'll never make you my famous vegan chocolate chip and butterscotch cookies ever again."
"Now that's just cruel and unusual punishment." Those cookies were the only thing Rachel knew how to make, and not only that, they were kind of addicting. "Fine." she concedes with a sigh, because those cookies were just that good (and she still couldn't figure out Rachel's secret ingredient to successfully replicate them).
She reluctantly picks up her things and shoulders her bag, then follows Rachel out of the studio. "But if Santana threatens me with another Lima Heights smack down, I will be the one to go all Lima Heights on her ass."
"Look Jacob, you can be honest with me."
"I am being honest with you." Lifting her attention from the takeout carton in her grasp, Rachel casts him a disbelieving look.
"So you are telling me that you have never been attracted to any girl other than Quinn?"
She wasn't sure how they got to this topic exactly. Jacob had come over to her house a little while ago - ever since she spent the night at his and Quinn's house, they had started to hang out again (Of course only after she made sure Quinn was absolutely okay with it) - and now they were on her living room floor, American Idol playing on the tv, while they indulged in Chinese food and just talked.
As Jacob wordlessly nods his head, his mouth filled with kung pao chicken, she continues, "In all your years, you have never given a girl so much as a second glance?" Her brow furrows skeptically.
"Nope." Looking up from his food and noticing her expression, Jacob stops and swallows. "Look, I know this will sound strange but I don't really see other girls in that way. At all. Nor do I want to. Quinn is completely perfect for me. Not only is she beautiful and sexy, she's sweet yet feisty, warm and intelligent. She cared for me in a way that nobody ever has before, at least not since my mother passed away and…you probably already know this."
Laughing slightly, she nods. She couldn't count how many times their conversations turned into Jacob just straight out gushing about Quinn, but it wasn't something that ever bothered her.
She found it endearing.
"Ever since I met Quinn, it's just always been her and will always be her." he concludes.
"Why can't all guys be like you, Jacob?" she sighs, slumping back against the sofa gloomily. She picks at her food with her fork. "If only Finn had that kind of mindset." she mumbles, more to herself than to Jacob. Then he never would have slept with Santana, he never would have lied, she never would have been out of her mind with distress to kiss Jacob…
"Hey, I thought you were okay with not being with Finn anymore."
She nods, exhaling deeply. "I am. I just…I want what you and Quinn have." When she noticed his raised brows, she quickly clarifies, "I mean the deep unconditional love, not the whole cursed for eternity thing."
"Right." Jacob smirks, then returns to his food. "So does he ever talk to you?"
"Finn? No, not really." She sighs. "But then again nobody in glee really is."
"They still givin' you a hard time?" he questions, setting down his empty carton and reaching for another unopened one. She shakes her head at the sight. He truly was like a human garbage disposal.
"Yeah, things still are a little tense at rehearsal," she replies, still aimlessly playing with her food. "and everyone hasn't really left us alone since we announced we would not be participating in regionals, but I don't really blame them. If the roles were reversed, I would be pestering the heck out of us too."
Jacob chuckles slightly. "According to Quinn, they're driving her crazy."
"They keep trying to convince us that there's nothing more important than regionals…they just don't understand that there is. Unfortunately we can't tell them what is truly going on, at least not truthfully." Jacob nods understandingly.
"I feel awful about abandoning them like this, especially when we have come so far as a team, but I know I wouldn't be able to live with myself if we didn't see this theory through. And like I've told Quinn, I'm used to glee hating me. It's nothing that I can't handle nor is it something that is liable to go away even if I did choose regionals. I mean they it's practically a hobby of theirs, finding new reasons to hate on me." she mumbles the last part bitterly.
Deciding she wasn't hungry anymore, she sets down her unfinished food on the coffee table and internally wallows in self-pity for a few more seconds until Jacob pulls her out of it.
"Quinn's still hesitant about going back to La Push."
"Yes, I gathered that." she replies with a dismayed sigh. Quinn was good at masking her emotions when she wanted to, but she couldn't hide her uncertainty every time Rachel brought up Washington. "I've talked to her time and time again to try and change that fact but…" she drifts off with a tired shake of her head.
"It'll take more than words to convince her." Jacob responds, leaning his head back, taking another swig of soda.
"What about you?" she asks curiously, pushing her back away from the sofa and reaching for her fortune cookie.
"I'm not sure how eclipse mumbo jumbo of yours will play out but I'm willing to give it a shot." he answers with a shrug. "If it pans out, fantastic. If not, then at least we tried."
She tosses him his fortune cookie and leans back in her previous position. "Are you nervous about returning home?"
"A little." he admits, nodding. He cracks open his fortune cookie without looking at it. "I mean it's been so long and all the people I knew are all long gone by now. It'll be weird seeing the descendants of people I used to know. What's your fortune say?"
"You will have a pleasant surprise." She meets his gaze and jerks her chin toward him. "Yours?"
He pulls the strip of paper out of the cookie and reads, "The object of your desire comes closer."
Rachel smiles brightly and neatly folds her fortune, tucking it away safely in her sweatshirt pocket. "If these aren't signs that this trip will work out in our favor, then I don't know what is."
"If you say so, Rachel." She could hear the smile in his voice. "So has that Barbra doll of yours come yet?"
"It should be here any day now." she answers, tossing him her fortune cookie pieces because she did not care for them. "Unless our mailman is secretly a Barbra obsessive and is holding my doll hostage somewhere in his dank apartment. If he honestly thinks I will never come after him, he is sorely mistaken."
"So if me and Barbra Streisand were both drowning at the same time, who would you save?"
Laughing slightly at the blonde's random question, Rachel keeps her cell phone wedged in between her ear and shoulder while she finished up washing the dishes she had used for breakfast. "You, of course." she answers promptly, then adds, "Barbra can walk on water."
Quinn snorts on the other line. "That and Jacob would kill you if you ever let anything happen to me."
"Well, yes that goes without saying." She sets down her final dish on the rack to dry and peels off her gloves. "Are you here yet?"
"Yeah, I just pulled up to your house."
"You know you really shouldn't talk on the phone and drive at the same time, Quinn." she admonishes, walking into her living room and plucking her school bag from off the sofa. "Do you have any idea how many teenagers die each year from reckless driving?"
"No, but I have a feeling you'll tell me. And for your information I had it on speakerphone."
Rachel scurries to the front door upon noticing the blonde's silhouette outside. "Still…" she yanks the door open with her free hand and simultaneously snaps her phone shut. "You know you didn't have to come to the door, I could have met you at the..." Her brow furrows upon noticing the item in Quinn's grasp. "What's that?"
"It's a belated birthday cake." Quinn replies, handing over the plastic container that held said cake. Her eyebrow arches slightly at Rachel's surprised expression. "Your birthday was in December, was it not?"
Rachel wordlessly nods, taking the container. "Well, seeing as how I wasn't speaking to you at the time of your actual birthday…Ta-Da." Quinn gestures to the cake with a sheepish smile. "And yes, it's vegan. I baked it myself."
Glancing down at the chocolate cake neatly adorned with raspberries - her favorite berry - Rachel purses her lips together to keep from outright bawling. No one had ever done anything like this for her, well not anyone aside from her dads - not even Finn (but in his defense he can't bake).
"Also, here." Quinn hands her a small gold box that she hadn't realized the blonde had been holding this whole time. After setting her cake down on the hallway table, Rachel turns back around and proceeds to untie the bow.
"Jacob said we should get you something Barbra related but frankly I couldn't find anything you didn't already have." Quinn says with a small laugh. "You kind of beat me to it with the doll."
Pulling back the gold star tissue paper, she beams at the sight of a silver charm bracelet with dangling little stars. "Aw, Quinn." By now she had tears - happy ones, of course - glistening in her eyes. "I love it." She instantly throws her arms around the blonde and squeezes with all her might. "Thank you so much!"
"You're ah…welcome, Rach…you're crushing my… ribs."
"Oops! Sorry!" she squeaks, quickly releasing her hold on her best friend and smiling embarrassedly.
"For someone so small, you certainly have quite a grip." Quinn comments, shaking out her arms. "I guess Jacob wasn't kidding about that."
"Thank you again, Quinn." she says gratefully, once she put her cake in the kitchen and promptly returned to the hallway. After doing a quick double check of the time on her watch, she and Quinn stepped outside as Rachel closed the front door behind her. They were a little behind schedule now and in order to avoid receiving a tardy on her attendance record, they would have to get going right away.
They end up pulling into McKinley's parking lot in record time, with minutes to spare actually, because as Rachel tended to forget in the early mornings, Quinn sometimes drove like a mad woman. "I don't know what you're talking about," the blonde states as they climb up the front steps together, "I'm a great driver."
"You're erratic at best." she retorts coolly, pulling the door open and stepping inside. Quinn follows suit, rolling her eyes with a heavy sigh. "You're the one who goes crazy every time we're running even the slightest late, Rachel. I was merely trying to prevent another Berry freak-out. I know how you are about your perfect attendance record."
Her eyes narrow suspiciously at the blonde as they walk down the hallway. "You had bacon this morning, didn't you?"
Quinn frowns at her. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"You're always little miss Speedy Gonzalez while you drive on the mornings you have bacon." she comments. "I think it has something to do with all the sodium you are consuming. Which, by the way, high levels of can be seriously-"
"You lecture way too much, Rachel." Quinn groans, shaking her head as they press on toward their lockers.
Two cheerios passed them by shortly thereafter, throwing them - really her - dirty looks on their way down the hallway. Rachel recognizes one of the Cheerios being the same girl from the bathroom, the day Quinn had confronted her about kissing Jacob, and recalls how the cheerleader's face had drained of all color upon being booted out by a then livid Quinn.
"You know you would've made a fine Cheerio if you had accepted Coach Sylvester's offer to join." she brings up casually as the blonde fiddles with her locker combination.
"How did you know about that?" Quinn questions, referring to Coach Sylvester's offer. "I don't recall you being there."
"Santana was talking about it one day in glee." she explains, fiddling with her new charm bracelet on her left wrist as she spoke. "Apparently it was a historic event in Cheerios history. No one ever turns down Sue. And lives."
Quinn laughs, then her smile fades as she opened her locker. "Wait, why do you say I would have made a fine Cheerio?"
"You have this Cheerio-ish quality about you when you're angry." Rachel responds, looking up from her bracelet. "For example, when we were in the girl's bathroom and you told that Cheerio to get out. Though I was utterly terrified at the time, I have to admit it was kind of awesome seeing someone put the fear of God in a Cheerio like you did."
Only a few select people have that power. Unfortunately she was not one of them.
"And this is a good thing?" Quinn sounded confused. "I know I have a bit of a temper when I'm upset but that's not necessary something I'm proud of."
"I'm just saying that I could easily picture you donning that red and white uniform and high ponytail. Why did you decline to join anyways?"
"I'm not sure if I should consider that a compliment or not." Quinn murmurs, pulling out her needed textbook and closing her locker. She decided to shrug it off. "Any who I declined joining for many reasons. One because I wanted to keep what sanity I have, two because I don't approve of how Sue treats the girls, and three because I don't like cheerleading but even if I did, I wouldn't be able to cheer at the games seeing as how they're all at night anyways."
Rachel nods understandingly and walks along side the blonde as they head toward their respected classes. "Did you ever try out for the Cheerios?" Quinn asks out of curiosity.
She scoffs at the very idea and keeps walking. "I have way too much respect for myself to willingly put myself in that kind of hostile environment."
Noticing Quinn's knowing glance, she reluctantly caves into the truth. "They said I was too short."
The blonde smirks and nods. "But in my defense it was freshman year and I was naïve about the true nature of the Cheerios. Had I known then what I know now, I never would have tried out for the team in the first place."
Quinn smiles wryly, just as the warning bell rang overhead, and nods. "Of course. See you in chemistry."
Rachel paces around her room with slight impatience. She alternates her gaze from the clock on her nightstand to the packed suitcases on her bed. Jacob would be here any minute. Did she have everything she needed? Suddenly worried that she didn't, she reaches for the duffel bag closest to her and begins inspecting its contents, mentally checking off each item as she located it.
About a month had passed and the time for their little adventure had finally come. She was more than ready for it, having practically been counting down the days in her head. She didn't know the exact outcome the trip would entail but she had a good feeling it was a positive one.
It had taken some convincing to get her dads' permission to take part in such a journey, considering she had been quite vague on the details, (She had explained to them that Quinn was in dire need of her help, and her help alone, and that she would never in a million years be asking for permission for something so unheard of if it wasn't of the utmost importance) but she eventually got their okay.
Thankfully she had such trusting fathers.
Reaching into another one of her bags, she double checks that she had all her homework she would need to complete in her absence. It had been at her dads' insistence that she retrieve all the work she would be missing but she knew enough that she couldn't just skip town for a month and expect those perfect grades she had maintained this year to still be there when she returned. And while she disliked the idea of having to be concerned with homework while on a mission, she knew better than to risk her grades and GPA like that.
As for glee club, that whole lot had been acting more immature than ever - Mr. Schuester included. Rather than spending this precious time finding replacements for her and Quinn, they chose to instead sulk and pout like bratty children who weren't going to relent until they got their way. It was embarrassing she considered them teammates and even more so in Mr. Schuester's case. He was a grown man for crying out loud and yet he chose to encourage their behavior.
Sometimes she really questioned his leadership skills.
But of course, since she and Quinn wanted glee to at least be able to compete at regionals, they took it upon themselves to find replacements for them. It had been a tedious process just trying to find someone to listen to their plea, let alone willingly join glee, but they eventually found two recruits. Unfortunately it took more than words for them to reach an agreement.
"Can she even sing?" Rachel inquires, briskly walking down the hallway along side Quinn.
The blonde shrugs. "I don't know. She was the only person who didn't walk away from me when I brought up glee so I didn't ask questions. I just hope this works."
Her gaze darts to the large box of Cadbury eggs in Quinn's grasp and nods assuredly. "It will. If it is one thing Lauren won't turn down it's chocolate. I should know, I once hired her to rig hidden microphones in the choir room to prove that the rest of the glee club wasn't pulling their weight. She told me to pay her in Mallomars and Snickers."
"Still if she needs more persuading, I've got the boxed set of True Blood signed by the cast in my bag."
"Good." From what she heard through the grapevine, Lauren was the leader of a group of obsessed True Blood fans, who liked to victimize unsuspecting students in order to get Alexander Skarsgard's attention. "And be sure she signs the contract."
Quinn rolls her eyes and gives a slight groan. "I thought you were joking about that."
"I wouldn't have spent three hours typing up a binding legal contract for a joke, Quinn. Now I have to go." She had just spotted her own recruit down the adjacent hallway and had her own bribing to do.
"Did you really give him one of your bras?" Quinn asks her on the drive home later that day, her nose wrinkled up in disgust. She knew desperate times called for desperate measures but that was just gross.
Rachel shakes her head and mildly murmurs, "No."
Quinn breathes out a sigh of relief and shakes her head. "Good."
"I gave him one of yours."
"What?" The blonde hits the brakes so hard, Rachel would have flown out the window for sure had it not been for her seatbelt.
She remembered distinctly Jacob Ben Israel approaching her the next day at school and informing her that the bra she gave him mysteriously disappeared and that he wanted another one. She told him that wasn't her problem. He countered by pointing out that they had a deal.
She begrudgingly gave the little freak one of her own bras only to later find out that it had been Jacob - Quinn's Jacob - who had gone to JewFro's house and retrieved the original bra. (She really should have seen it coming, seeing as how Quinn told him everything and vise versa).
"Like I was going to let some scrawny perverted kid keep my wife's bra." Jacob informs her after the whole ordeal. "And if you ever do something like that again, I'll burn your entire Barbra collection without hesitation."
Rachel's knocked out of the memory upon hearing the door bell ring downstairs. She immediately shoulders some of her bags and gathers up the rest of her things, much like a bellhop, before she making her way down the stairs.
"Hello, Jacob." she greets rather breathlessly, opening the front door. Her bags were quite heavy and the trip down the stairs had left her out of breath.
"Hey, Rachel." he greets back, immediately reaching for her suitcase and lifting it onto his shoulder like it was weightless. "You all set?"
She steps out onto the front porch and nods, bringing the door closed behind her. It took a little effort but she managed to get her keys out of her pocket to lock it. Her dads were out attending a business dinner for one of their clients so the house would be empty. Of course she had already said her goodbyes to them and listened to another lecture before they left.
While Jacob puts her suitcase in the trunk of the car, she eagerly trots down the driveway to join him. "You sure you packed enough?" he jokes once he finished putting away all her things.
"I hope so." she seriously replies, making her way round to the passenger side. As she piles into the her seat, she notices the cage in the backseat with the little white owl. "Hello, Quinn." she greets meekly, feeling slightly sorry for her being trapped in a cage in all. The bird gave a small hoot in reply.
"I'll let her out in a little while." Jacob assures, sitting down and bringing the car door along with him. "It's safer for her to fly out in the more secluded areas."
She nods understandingly and turns back around to face front. "So are you ready to do this?" she asks excitedly, after buckling herself into her seat.
"As ready as I'll ever be." he breathes, turning his head as he backed out of her driveway. "You sure you have everything you need? I'm not doubling back."
"Yes, I checked and double checked and I have everything I will need." she answers promptly, reaching down into her purse and pulling out the directions she had printed out online. Being Jacob's copilot she had to ensure her familiarity with the exits and onramps they would need to be on the look out for.
"So you really haven't been back to La Push since you originally left?" she inquires a few hours later. It was nearing midnight and she was wide awake, her body still reeling with the excitement of finally getting out of Ohio. They were passing through Illinois now, on their way up to Wisconsin.
"Yeah, after the whole curse incident, we stayed in La Push for a while. We didn't really know what to do with ourselves, we were so lost." She looked over at him and found his expression solemn.
"The first year was the hardest. It was beyond overwhelming. Our only ways of communication were through my friends or through notes and it just sucked. It tore me up inside that I couldn't be there for Quinn when she needed me most, especially when I found out about the baby. Eventually I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't continue to live in a place that had taken away so much from me."
"So you left."
"Yeah, my dad gave us some money he had saved up and Quinn…" he chuckles at the memory and continues, "well, since her parents disowned her, she resorted to theft."
Rachel felt her eyes widen in surprise. "Wait, she stole money from her parents?"
Jacob nods and taps his fingers against the steering wheel, still amused. "Yeah and it was all her idea, believe me. She told me she knew the combination to her father's safe and one day she just hitched a ride to Seattle, snuck into her house without anyone's notice, broke into her father's safe and took more than enough money for us to live on our own."
"Just when I think Quinn couldn't have any more talents I find out she's some kind of mastermind burglar!" Rachel shakes her head in disbelief. Just when she thought she knew everything about the blonde, she learns something new. "Did her parents ever find out about it?"
Jacob shrugs. "Beats me."
"Is there anything else I should know about you two?"
Jacob just smiles wryly and turns up the music before accelerating onto the open highway.
AN: As always reviews are greatly appreciated, and who knows maybe they'll help to get my mojo back.