Rachel is more than a little surprised when Quinn calls her up about an installation down in Boston. She wants Rachel to perform, says she's perfect for the job. When she first explains it, the actress is more than a little wounded from the insinuation that she isn't as beautiful as other actresses. Quinn is quick to clarify what she means.
"Don't even. I think you're so fucking beautiful, Rachel. The point of the piece is that your beauty is unconventinial, unique. I know you'll like the way it's set up. You're off for a few months and I also know how much you miss performing while you're off the stage. It's only for a week, and you can stay with me. I told you a rent apartments there and in the city, right? The car'll be there at a quarter after ten. So pack up. I'll see you sunday, Rach." The phone clicks and Rachel drops her phone next to the couch cushion she just fell unceremoniously onto. She was going to be staying with Quinn. For a week. She can handle that. She bites her lip and shakes her head.
Rachel reluctantly pulls herself up from her couch and drags herself into her room to pull out the luggage Kurt'd sent her for her birthday. She's already packing essesentials when she hears a key in the front door and then it opening, the clicking of heels and then the shutting of the door filled her ears.
"So did she call?" Santana asks, ebony locks cascade down her back when she sticks her head into Rachel's door, an eyebrow raised. Rachel should've known the two of them would have known. It doesn't bother her.
"Did you say yes?" Brittany asked, collapsing on the bed beyond the still packing Rachel.
"I said yes, i'm heading out the day after tomorrow." Rachel's alot more excited than she probably should be and she tries to calm herself down. Depsite the fact that Quinn apparently thinks she's beautiful, She can't let herself get too excited. The last thing she wants is to feel like a fool when she's treated like nothing but the friend she's everything but satisfied being.
"Ready?" Santana asks, the latina breaks an already peeled banana in half and hands a peice to Brittany before starting to devore her own.
"Yes." Rachel will try to be carefull. Being around Quinn for any extended amount of time always makes her feel like she used to so many years ago. Books clutched to her chest, staring up at bow shaped lips and warm golden eyes. Like timid, self conscious Rachel Berry again.