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Chapter 10

I rolled over and looked at the clock. Shit it was almost 9:30. We'd slept close to twelve hours. I forgot what sleeping with B was like. She was always so warm. It wasn't like we were cuddling or anything. I think we were both afraid of that. Or maybe it was just me. What was B ever afraid of?

But she had this way of touching you at night, just to make sure you were there. I felt her hand on my back before I fell asleep last night. It was there when I woke up.

"Morning," I heard softly.

I moaned into the pillow before rolling over. "Morning, B."

She smiled. "Is this weird?"

I needed coffee. For that reason and a myriad of others, I wasn't sure what she was asking. "Is what weird?"

"Us? Sleeping in the same bed?" She yawned.

Well that as a loaded question, wasn't it? "Not sure. I think we've slept in bed together before," I finally said. "So on the surface, no. Not that weird."

She stretched. "Q slept with Rach last night."

I jumped up at that. "What the hell?" I watched her face. "And how the heck do you know that?" I added.

She had a look of concentration on her face. "Cause after you fell asleep, I went to check on her. Sometimes she doesn't sleep cause she gets all in her head… and then she'll just worry and stuff… I was worried if she was…"

I held up my hand. "Focus, B."

She smiled at me. Or at herself. I wasn't sure. "Okay, so I went in there and she wasn't there. So then I checked in Rachel's room."

I groaned. Rachel was too fucking trusting. It wasn't that I thought Quinn would intentionally hurt her… I mean, we'd gotten passed that… but still. "I don't know if that was smart, Britt."

She shrugged. "Is this smart?" She motioned to the both of us, back and forth.

She had me there. "We didn't do anything," I offered.

She nodded. "Cause we shouldn't. There's no reason to make things more complicated right now. But it's okay, cause they didn't either."

I sighed. I wasn't sure how the hell she knew that. "How do you know that?" It wasn't that I didn't believe her, it was just… her intuition kinda amazed me sometimes.

"Cause they had clothes on," she smiled. Well that was one way to tell. "And, cause Q wouldn't do that. She knows better."

I raised my eyebrow. "Does she? Cause I think Q would jump off a building for Rachel right now… and I'm kinda worried about Rach's state of mind. I think she'd…" I didn't finish. I didn't have to.

Britt nodded. "Yeah. She would. I just know that Quinn wouldn't. She doesn't wanna screw up. Or hurt Rachel." She patted me on the arm. "You've gotta learn to trust her. Okay?" She was smiling brightly. She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "You're still pretty when you wake up in the morning."

I smiled back. "Ditto," I whispered. No point in lying about that but…

Shit was getting too heavy. I wanted too much really and I shouldn't. If we stayed in this bedroom much longer I'd do something I regretted… or enjoyed. I was too fucking conflicted for my own good.

She must have noticed my dilemma. "Let's go make breakfast. If you wanna get them up, we can do that too. So you're not too worried."

I smirked. Q would fucking love that. "Sounds like a plan," I winked.

My mami was coming over after lunch. So were Britt's parents. I was a bit worried about how that was gonna go over really. They hadn't seen each other in a while. Q's mom was coming in a few hours. They really needed to get up.

Brittany went to knock on the door but I grabbed her hand. "No way," I whispered. "Element of surprise."

She giggled. "That's mean," she whispered.

"Well you're the one who said they weren't doing anything…" I smiled back. "So how's that mean?" I grinned. "Wanna have a little fun with them?" I wiggled my eyebrow at her.

She watched my face. "I haven't said no… yet."

I nodded. "That's fair. I'll peak and see if they're awake first." I opened the door quietly and peered inside. I shut it just as softly. "Yep. Asleep. And Q is all up in Rachel's personal space. So this is fair."

She smiled even while shaking her head. "That doesn't make any sense, but I'll allow it."

Shit I've missed her. "You'll allow it?" I asked.

She nodded. "Yep. I'll allow it."

I rolled my eyes and smiled back. "Whatever. Just follow my lead, B. I know you can be quiet."

She nodded as we tiptoed into the room. I walked around to Rachel's side of the bed and she walked around to Quinn's. They were cuddled up all ridiculously in the middle of the bed and they didn't even move when we came in. I nodded to Britt as I began to pull the blanket back. We slid in as softly as we could.

I winked at her, and kissed Rachel on the cheek. "Good morning," I purred.

She kissed Q at the same time. They both opened their eyes. Rachel rolled over into me, even as Q went to slug B. I'm assuming she didn't realize where she was and that just wasn't how her dumbass woke up. Cause that was scary.

"What the fuck?" She growled, when Brittany caught her hand like a pro.

Rachel, who I loved just about more than I'd ever loved her in that moment, snuggled the fuck back into me. "Mmm… still sleepy, San," she muttered into my neck.

Jesus Christ this shit could get no more perfect. I kissed the side of her head. "Rise and shine, babycakes," I muttered.

"No," she whined, burrowing into me.

Q growled. She turned to Britt. "I cannot believe you went along with this," she whispered. I found it oddly endearing she didn't want to wake Rachel even though she was about on top of me at this point.

Britt shrugged. "Do you wanna snuggle too?" She giggled maniacally.

Q rolled her eyes. "Ugh. You're both asses." She caught my eye. "Giant asses. You're just loving this."

I smirked. "Gotta get my kicks somewhere. Might as well be at your expense."

She and Britt sat up. "What time is it?" She moaned. She was watching me rub Rach's back. Rachel was dead to the world.

"9:30," B answered. "Did you sleep well?" She asked her.

Q nodded, watching me. "Comfortable?" She asked. Jealousy was a good color on her.

"Very," I nodded. I lifted my eyebrow. She was gonna have to get over herself. "Bother you?" I asked.

She huffed and crossed her arm. "I'm not biting. It's too freaking early." She bent over instead and whispered in Rachel's ear. "Rach," she whispered. "You awake?" She winked at me.

So that was how she was playing it.

Rachel moaned and rolled away from me. "Sleepy, Quinn," she muttered. She threw her arm around Q and snuggled into her. "Hold me."

Q raised her eyebrow back, smirking.

I rolled my eyes. "You win this time, Fabray," I said. What the fuck ever.

She smiled like she'd won something for real. She pulled Rachel closer to her. "Okay, sweetie," she smiled. "Go back to sleep."

Brittany motioned to the door with her head. I nodded. I could take a hint. I was a little pissed I had to but whatever… "All right, so you can stay in here and we'll go… but your mom's gonna be here in a couple of hours so…"

That woke her up. "Shit," she muttered, but she still didn't let Rachel go.

I nodded. "Have fun getting her up. We're going to eat breakfast, hooker."

She threw a pillow at me, but Britts caught it. Cause she was fucking awesome. "No violence, Q. You've got to be sweet all day. I'm calling it."

Quinn groaned because apparently they had some sort of pact about Q's behavior or something. Britt told me every once in a while she got to 'call it.' I was confused last night about what that meant. I got it now.

Q frowned. "Finn's coming, B. Give me a little bit of a break."

Britt shook her head. "You've got to try and be Sweet Quinn all day. San and I can take care of Finn."

I shook my head. "I kinda like Crazy Q."

Brittany frowned at me. "San…" She was pouting.

"Goddamn it." I muttered, following her out. "We'll take care of it," I grumbled.

Hiram and Leroy were both in the kitchen when B and I got down there. I could smell coffee. I was gonna need more than one cup of it if I had to run interference all day. Plus, it hadn't escaped my mind that there was a fucking memorial service or whatever the hell it was tomorrow. I poured a cup of coffee, kissed the Papa Bears on their cheeks, and grabbed my phone. I needed to call Kurt.

"Morning, sugarplum," I drawled when he answered.

"Morning," he muttered. "I've been up since six. Why the hell do people get up this early? No self-respecting person gets up before eight. I was afraid they were going to take me out back and make me feed chickens or something."

"Do they have chickens?" I laughed.

"Shut up," He mumbled.

Oh great, Catty Kurt. This was gonna be fun. "What time you coming back?" I asked him. "It's weird when you're not here." I took a sip of coffee. "Q slept in Rachel's bed last night…"

I knew he was drinking coffee then cause his ass totally spit it out. "What?!"

"You're ass heard me. Slept. In the bed together." I smirked. I loved doing that to him.

"Where did Brittany sleep?" He singsonged.

"With Hiram. Leroy and I shacked up." I deadpanned back.

"Whatever," he said. "What time is Mami coming?"

"Two. She's got to work this morning. The fabulous PFLAG waving Judy Fabray is coming over in a couple of hours though. You know you want to be here for that." I laughed.

"Oh my god, I forgot," he squealed. "That's gonna be something. Can you imagine Judes marching in the Gay Pride? The world is surely coming to an end." He giggled. "You know Finn's gonna wanna come with, don't you? No way I can get back over there without him. And Quinn's packing heat, I think."

I laughed again. I was amused that he knew what heat actually was. "I don't think she's packing. But based on yesterday, I don't think she needs to be. Girl's got some tricks up her sleeve that's for sure." I didn't want another blow up. "Hudson's gonna have to get used to her ass being around. Trust me. I've been forced to. No reason he can't."

I couldn't see him obviously, but I could tell he was frowning. "Why don't you come get me? I miss me some Auntie Tana." He groaned. "Plus, apparently everyone here has decided decaf was an acceptable replacement as a morning beverage. All the caffeine – gone. Like just disappeared. I thought about walking a few blocks over and seeing if I could score some crack." He sighed. "And if you hurry, you'll miss Finn."

You didn't have to tell me twice. "Give me five. I'm gonna grab Leroy's keys and jump H's ass for hiding the alcohol with a fucking treasure map."

He laughed. "Oh I can't wait to hear this…"

The Hummel's lived about ten minutes from Rachel's dads. After rolling my eyes at Hiram for obvious reasons and smiling sweetly at Leroy so I could get the keys to his sweeter ride, I kissed B on the cheek and promised to be back in an hour.

She hugged me. "Take your time, Santana," she said in my ear. "I like the Berrys. Don't worry about me."

I hugged her back. "I never do, Britts."

Kurt was waiting outside when I pulled up. I shot my eyebrow up but he jumped in the car before I was able to even put it in park. "Go!" He yelled, waving bye to Carol.

I waved as well. "What the fuck?" I growled through my smile.

He looked panicked. It was a decidedly Kurt face. "Finn's on his way. I didn't wanna explain," he buckled up. "Go!"

Good reason. I jumped and threw it in reverse.

"Take me to get some coffee," he moaned, looking at himself in the mirror. "I look like someone had a party on my face and didn't invite me."

I pulled into the parking lot a few minutes later. "Wanna go inside or get it to go?"

"Rachel up?"

"Nope," I answered.

He nodded. "Inside. We need to talk about this hot mess of a service or whatever my idiot stepbrother planned."

Agreed. We ordered our coffee and found a seat in the back. I sent a quick text to Britt and Leroy letting them know where we were.

"Blaine's coming," he moaned. "Without the husband. Alex." He said the name like it tasted badly.

I nodded. I'd figured as much. "Hudson's really outdone himself this time. I'm worried Rachel's gonna have a breakdown. Shit we haven't seen these people in ten fucking years. It's not like we're gonna break into a rendition of Don't Stop Believing or some bullshit." I sighed. "Where is it? And if you say the school, I'm getting on a fucking plane and dragging Rachel with me. After I kill your idiot stepbrother."

He shook his head. "Kara talked him out of that one. Hiram said we could just all get together at their house. No one is speaking or anything. It's just a gathering."

"A gathering? That sounds like a party." I took a drink. "What the hell is supposed to go down? We gonna sit around and reminisce? They didn't even know Lizzie. Shit they really didn't even know Rach. Q said Mercedes is some kinda housewife or some bullshit. These people are all married with lives. Kids. This sounds like a fucking high school reunion."

He shrugged. "Which we didn't attend." He frowned. "Think Puck'll bring his wife? That'll make things more interesting…"

I sighed. Maybe not the kind of interesting we wanted though. "Did you not get any info out of him? Like who was actually coming? When we were doing this?" I was getting frustrated and felt the need to get back in the car and drive over to Hudson's and beat his ass for Q.

He shook his head. "I didn't speak to him much after we got home. He was all in a tizzy about Quinn being there."

Of course he was. "And how the hell do you think that's gonna go over? They can't even be in the same room together. You know what the deal is? I could only get so much outta Rach last night."

He shrugged. "He said Quinn brainwashed Rachel in high school. I had to physically force myself not to roll my eyes. Kara just smiles as sweet as pie, like her husband isn't harboring this teenage crush for a movie star. It's all so dramatic and unwarranted."

Before I could answer I heard a voice. "Santana Lopez." I saw Kurt's eyes go wide before I turned around. "And if it isn't the original Spice Boy. Heard you were in town."

I spun around. Sue Sylvester. Jesus, thought I'd never see her ass again. Or hoped. Hoped would be a better word.

"Sylvester," Kurt said.

She nodded at him. "Hear you're a doctor now?" She said, standing in front of me.

I nodded. "I am. Would say it was good to see you, Coach. But I'm not sure yet."

She smiled at that. "Bygones, Satan. Bygones. I'm not gonna bother the lovefest you two got going. Just wanted to say sorry. I hope you're little super munchkin is doing okay?" She seemed genuinely concerned, but who knew?

"Okay is a bit of an overstatement, but she's surviving." I answered.

"And you?" She asked.

"One day at a time, Coach." I wanted to groan. Why the fuck did I sound sixteen again?

She patted me on the shoulder. "Well, I'm off to competition. Tell Berry I'm sorry for her loss." She frowned. "Nobody should have to suffer that." And just like that… she left.

"Well that was weird," Kurt said.

"Understatement."

"She called me an original Spice Boy." He smirked.

I shrugged. "You've been called worse."

He laughed. "No. I think that was actually a compliment. Maybe she's softening in her old age."

I shook my head. "Don't ever underestimate that woman. The moment you do, she'll be hiding under you bed, naked, with a tire iron."

He shivered. "Visual!" He squealed, closing his eyes. He stood up. "Let's get out of here before more of our past starts haunting us."

I agreed and moved to follow him out.

We got back to the house about an hour later. I'd filled Kurt in on the night before, at least as much as I knew, and he'd filled me in on the little he knew about tomorrow. We'd made some plans and hoped for the fucking best.

There were two new cars in the driveway when I pulled back in. One I recognized as fucking Hudson's and the other I didn't know. It was a silver BMW though and I figured, based on the sheer whiteness of it, it was Judy Fabray's.

I turned to Kurt as I cut the engine. "This shit oughta be interesting. Mama Fabray and Clueless Hudson."

He nodded. "Maybe we should run in, grab Rachel, and just drive all the way back to Los Angeles."

I shook my head. "I don't wanna leave B. She wouldn't wanna leave Q. It would be a hassle. Plus the daddies. We'd never get out in time." I smiled at him.

He smiled back. "Let's go face the wolves."

We didn't even get the doors open before Brittany ran outside. "I was about to call you." She was out of breath. "But I didn't wanna worry you and…"

"Slow down, B," I said, touching her shoulder. "What's wrong?"

"When Judy got here Q was in the shower. Rach was still in bed so she went in and they've been up there talking for about thirty minutes… Q was freaking, but Rachel's fine. Judy's really nice and she can make Rach feel better. But then Finn got here and then he and Quinn… I called it too. You heard me call it, San. She was supposed to be Sweet Q today but she's in the backyard with him yelling… and H and Leroy are…"

"Take a breath," Kurt suggested. "Are the Berrys okay?"

She nodded. "Yeah, they're fine. I don't know what they're doing. They were cleaning. They keep looking out the window cause I was… cause Q and Finn are… she might hurt him." She frowned at Kurt. "I know he's bigger but she's strong."

Kurt frowned back. "I believe you."

I nodded and walked past her. "You check on the Berrys," I said to Kurt. I looked at B. "You sure Rach is fine with Judy?"

She nodded. "Totes."

"Okay," I took her hand. "Then you come with me."

Kurt went to find Rachel's dads.

"How long has Hudson been here?" I asked her.

"Five minutes maybe." She frowned. "He was mad Kurt left before he got there this morning."

I figured as much. I followed her to the backdoor. Quinn and Hudson were standing on the other side of the yard. She had her hands on her hips and he was pacing in front of her.

"This a private party or can we get in on the action?" I announced as we walked up.

They both turned around at the same time. She frowned. He rolled his eyes.

"I called it," Britt told her.

Quinn sighed but didn't say anything.

Hudson narrowed his eyes at Brittany. "Why don't you take your 'roommate'," he airquoted, "and go back to California?" He was pissed.

Brittany frowned back. "You aren't being very nice, Finn." She put her hands on her hips.

"No one invited you," he countered. "Either one of you."

Okay, time to intervene. Before his stupid mouth writes a check his ass can't cash. "I beg to disagree," I interjected. "Rachel did. I did. Kurt did. So stop. And if you take this ridiculous bug that's crawled up your ass out on Britt, Q's gonna be the least of your fucking problems." I growled at him.

He held my stare but knew better. "You trust them, huh? One week later and you're all team Quinn."

I rolled my eyes at the same time as Quinn. His ignorance was starting to astound me. "Dude. Deja vu, much?"

Quinn huffed loudly. "Where's your wife?" She asked.

He spun around. "What the hell do you care?"

"You should totally care," Brittany answered for her. "She's a sweet person. She knows you love Rachel and she doesn't care. That's amazing. You should be thankful and probably just go home." Intuition thy name is Brittany.

He crossed his arms. "I'm not going home till I see Rach." He cut his eyes. "Do you know she's up there with Mrs. Fabray?" He looked like a little kid tattling on someone.

I nodded. "So?" I crossed my arms back. "What's Judy gonna do? Turn her into a WASP?"

Quinn rolled her eyes.

"She's probably up there filling her with the same bullshit as her," he motioned to Q. He spun towards her. "Do you think you can hang around until she loves you? Until one day she decides to just up and be a lesbian and run away with you? You're insane. Delusional and insane. She'll never love you. Even if all of this hadn't happened, you're still lacking the right equipment," he smirked, proud of himself. He'd also just made a big ass mistake as far as the three lesbians standing in front of him were concerned.

I watched the emotions cross Quinn's face. She was passed pissed. Fuck. I moved to step in between them but she blocked me.

She stepped into his personal space. "That's it, you stupid fuck. I've had enough. I don't have a motive. I don't have to explain myself to you. And I don't give a shit what you think. If Rachel wants me here, I'm here. I'm not trying to get her to join some super secret lesbian club, you idiot." She rolled her eyes. "And as for equipment, please… I'd insult yours if there was enough there to insult."

Anger flashed across his face. Again, his brain must've been at home, cause his dumbass stepped into her space at the same time. "Do you honestly think I'm scared of you? You're a girl. What are you going to do? Nag me to death?"

Before we could blink, she'd poked him in the collarbone. I knew what it was. She'd been studying some type of martial arts. She found the point with no problem and he was on his knees before he could even speak.

She hovered over him, even as she grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back. "You should be fucking terrified of me, Finn Hudson," she whispered into his ear.

I was having trouble believing what I was seeing. Brittany was just nodding sagely. I caught her eye. She shrugged like she wasn't surprised in the slightest.

He tried to speak, but she didn't let him. "You need to back the fuck off," she muttered; letting his arm go and shoving him to the ground, face first.

Holy shit that was impressive.

I was still watching Hudson try to catch his breath and wishing I'd brought my phone outside so I could've videoed that shit. I missed her turning around. I didn't miss her mumble "Rachel."

I did turn around in time to see Rach and Mrs. Fabray walking back inside.

"Fuck!" She yelled, stomping the ground. She lunged back towards Hudson, who'd just stood up. She had sheer ass murder in her eyes then.

Britt grabbed her first. "Enough," she whispered. "Let's go inside so you can calm down." She had a grip around Q's waist and I was impressed at how strong she actually was. Cause Q just deflated and let Britt lead her off. I filed that away for later.

I shook my head to Finn after they left. He had just had his ass handed to him by a girl half his size and was still trying to catch his breath, but he was smiling. Cause he knew Rachel had seen.

I rolled my eyes. "Dude, go home. Seriously. Just go. I know you wanna… well, I'm not sure what you want. We're going through with this stupid gathering you've got planned tomorrow or whatever. But just go before you make Rachel worse. Forget Q. If you care about Rach, take your stupid ass home. And don't bring that bullshit back with you tomorrow." I got in his face. "You make this shit harder on Rachel and I swear to God, Q won't have to worry about taking you out. I still hide fucking razor blades, dipshit. We'll see who's bragging about equipment when I'm wearing yours for a necklace."

I turned around, hoping he'd listen to me and just go the fuck home.

As soon as we got inside, Kurt grabbed Finn and dragged him out the front door. I didn't know what he was saying but I could hear him yelling.

"Whoa," Leroy muttered to Britt and me. They were standing in the kitchen.

"Where are they?" I asked.

They both looked upstairs. I noticed Judy standing behind H then. "Mrs. Fabray."

She smiled sadly. "Santana. It's nice to see you."

I nodded. "You too." I frowned. "How much of that did Rachel see?"

Judy sighed and looked away. "Enough." She looked at Brittany. "I had no idea Quinn was that…" She didn't finish. I had no idea Quinn was that much of a badass? Dyke? Crazy as fuck? It could've gone several ways.

"…strong," Hiram finished for her. "That was mildly disturbing."

And Leroy nodded. "And mildly impressive. She's a lot stronger than I remember her being in high school," he mused. Yeah, that was another understatement.

"Yep. But we can all agree that Hudson is just as stupid," I added. No one could argue with that.

Hiram and Judy frowned even as Leroy nodded. Leroy didn't wear the rose colored glasses H's dumbass was so fond of.

I finally looked back up the stairs. "Want me to go check?" I asked.

The Berry men nodded at me. So did Judy.

Brittany frowned. "I should go too." She was right. She could diffuse Q like a bomb. I was still fascinated by that.

When we got up the stairs, Q was standing outside of Rachel's room. The door was shut. She was knocking really softly with an open palm. Her forehead was against the door. Her hand was tapping a rhythm.

"Rachel, please…" she pleaded. "Open the door." She noticed her us walk up and grimaced. "I fucked up, huh?"

Neither of us said anything. Maybe she had. Maybe she hadn't. I knew where to place my bet though.

She turned back to the door when she realized we weren't gonna answer her. "Please, Rach…" She sounded small. "I'm sorry," she muttered, forehead back against it. Hand slapping softly. "Please, Rachel. I'm so sorry." She sounded pathetic. Damn it.

I pushed her out of the way and knocked on the door louder and with my fist. "Rachel, open the damn door."

Brittany frowned. "Be nice."

I rolled my eyes back. "I am being nice." I hit the door again. Harder. Sometimes Rachel needed a little push. "Fucking A! Rach! Open the…"

She opened it before I could finish. "Stop beating on the door!"

I smirked. "Got you to open it, didn't I?" Go me, by the way.

She ignored me. Whatever.

"Rachel, I…." Quinn started. She had tears in her eyes. Shit, I almost felt sorry for her. Son of a whore.

But Rachel wasn't having it. "No… listen. I know you're angry with him and I'm sure he said something to cause that. But I can't have you acting like this. Not in my fathers' house. You can't just…" she shook her head. "Go home. With your mother. She hasn't seen you in a year."

I watched Q's face. Judy had totally thrown her under the bus. Sucks. She choked up and looked away. "You don't want me here." She said quietly. It wasn't a question. It was almost kinda heartbreaking cause she hadn't really done anything wrong. Hudson totally had that shit coming. It wasn't my place to say that though. Rach knew better anyway.

Rachel sighed. I knew that sigh. She was tired. Fuck. Like I said… one step forward, two steps back. "Yes, I do. But not right now. There are too many people here. And you need to leave." She stopped when we heard Finn's truck start up. She looked relieved. I felt the same way. "I want you to come back. I want you to stay here tonight. Okay?"

Quinn nodded but wouldn't look at her. "Okay," she whispered.

"I just need a little time. And quiet." Rachel whispered back.

Brittany smiled softly. "I'll go too. I can get Judy to drop me off at my parents. I'd get to surprise them. I think they'd like that."

Rachel gave her a soft nod, obviously thankful. She looked at me. "Do you think I can have a pill? Just one?" She was embarrassed even asking.

I nodded. "Sure," I smiled. Even though my stomach dropped. "I'll get my bag."

I left Quinn standing at her doorway. I saw Rachel hug her as Brittany followed me into the bedroom.

"She's gonna be okay, San." Brittany said, patting my leg. "I figured this would happen. Too many people. Plus she's scared about tomorrow."

I opened the pill bottle and shook one into my hand. "I know. Just keep Q in check. She didn't do anything wrong. Tell her I said that." I sat down on the bed. I couldn't figure out how someone who'd slept close to twelve fucking hours could still be tired. But I was. I fought the urge to shake myself a pill out as well.

She bent down and kissed me softly on the lips. I almost wanted to cry when I kissed her back. I forgot what that felt like.

She pulled away, softly smiling. "We'll be back tonight." She said, walking out.

I sighed and closed my eyes. Fuck if I wasn't in trouble.

Rachel was sitting on her bed when I got back. Q and Britts must've already left.

"You okay?" I asked her.

She nodded, holding out her hand.

I eyed her carefully before relenting. "You let me stay, I'll give you the pill."

She scooted back on the bed and patted beside her. "That's fair." She took it from me as I sat down. "But no talking."

"Sounds good to me," I told her, letting her snuggle into me. I think I fell asleep before she did.

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