They pulled away from Shelby's house and headed for the mall. Quinn glanced at Rachel who had reclined her seat back and closed her eyes. "Ray?"
Rachel opened one eye and looked at Quinn. "Yes, Quinn?"
"Thanks again for going with me."
"I can't let you thank me for that. I didn't even do anything. I'm sure that that trip was more beneficial for me than it was for you."
"Yeah, it probably was, but you were there if I needed you and that means more to me than anything."
"No problem." Rachel said closing her eye again.
"So, how are you going to bring the whole thing about staying with your mom up to your dads?"
"I don't know. I don't want to bring it up until I've made my decision because then the conversation will go so much easier."
"Makes sense. Well, if you need to practice the conversation with anyone I'm here. I'll even be there for the real thing if need be."
"Thanks, Quinn, but you don't have to."
"I know, but I'm willing. Speaking of fathers do you know what your shopping limit is today? That would be good to know so we can be sure that Brittany doesn't get carried away."
"I have no clue."
"Well call up your dad and ask."
"I can't if he asks how it went with my mom I'll feel the impulse to tell him about the whole staying with her thing, and as you should know I'm not one for controlling my impulses."
"Well we have to know your limit."
"Then you call him."
"Fine, call him and I'll talk to him."
Rachel nodded and took out her bedazzled phone pushed the speed dial button for her dad. She handed it to Quinn. It rang twice before she heard Zachariah's voice answer, "Hey, Sweetheart, how are you doing?"
"I'm doing fine, Honey. How are you?"
Rachel muffled a giggle behind her hand.
"Quinn?" he questioned.
"Hello, Zachariah."
"Oh, I thought you were Rachel."
"Sure you did. I know you like me. Don't worry it'll stay between you and me. I don't have to tell your husband."
Zachariah chuckled. "Well, thank you for that Quinn. Not that I don't mind hearing from you, but what do I owe the pleasure of this call to? Is Rachel okay?"
"Oh yeah she's fine. I was actually calling to figure out what Rachel's limit for shopping was before we max out your credit card."
"Oh I didn't give her a number did I? Is there a reason that Rachel didn't call herself?"
"She's busy controlling her impulses."
"I'm afraid to ask. Well, I think a good limit would be 1000. How does that sound."
"Great, we could do some serious damage with that. Well, that's all I wanted so I'll see you later on tonight, Honey."
"Okay, bye, Sweetheart."
Quinn hung up the phone and handed it back to Rachel. Rachel smiled as she took the phone. "Should I be worried about you flirting with my dad?"
"Of course not, Ray. I'll make a wonderful stepmother."
They both started laugh. Quinn had just pulled into the parking lot and was looking for a parking spot. When they pulled in the spot they got out of the car and headed towards the entrance. "Hey, Quinn, what did my dad say my limit was?"
"$1000."
"He really wants me to have a brand new wardrobe doesn't he?"
"Obviously, though honestly, Ray, no one can blame him. You look like your Grandma dressed you. No offense."
"I'm offended."
"I knew you would be, but how are we ever to form a friendship if we can't be completely honest with each other. I'm gonna call Santana and see where she and Brittany are."
"Okay."
Quinn pulled out her phone and dialed Santana's number. "What's up, Juno?" Santana answered.
"Rachel and I just got to the mall. Where are you?"
"Look behind you, bitch."
Quinn turned and saw Santana walking towards them with Brittany skipping merrily behind her. When Brittany spotted them she ran towards them and passing Quinn ran and grabbed Rachel.
"Do I get to give you a makeover? Santana said if you came I could. So do I?" Brittany asked.
"Yeah Quinn told me that you were looking to give me a makeover, so my dad gave me his credit card. I pretty much have no choice. Let have at it." Rachel said with a shrug.
"Yay!" Brittany said grabbing Rachel's hand and pulling her towards the entrance.
"What were you and Manhands up to today?" Santana asked when she caught up to Quinn.
"Don't call her that, or any other names I might have come up with. I'm serious San," Quinn said.
"I'm so scared I'm shaking in my boots. Just tell me what you guys did," she said.
"I went to go see Beth," Quinn told her.
"Really? How did it go? Are you okay?" Santana asked.
"I'm fine. I'm wonderful actually. Shelby said I could come back any time," Quinn said smiling.
"How's Berry?" Santana asked after a moment of silence.
"Oh my God, Santana Lopez is asking about Rachel Berry's well-being? It's a sign of the apocalypse," Quinn said laughing.
"I'm not joking Quinn. How did Berry handle the situation? Is she okay?" Santana practically growled.
"She is fine Santana. No worries. She and her mother reconciled, and she's considering staying with her. Although I'm sure she'd be happy to know that you care," Quinn told her.
"You'll tell her nothing of the sort," Santana said.
"Fine I won't tell Rachel how much you love her," Quinn said.
"Shut up, Juno," Santana said pushing her.
Quinn smiled and both girls ran to catch up with Brittany and Rachel. Brittany was listing off all the stores that she wanted to take Rachel to and Rachel was looking a bit frightened. Quinn hooked her arm into Rachel's and Rachel looked at her and smiled.
"You are in for the longest day of your life, and I'm going to let them have at you," Quinn whispered in her ear.
"Tubbers, quit whispering sweet nothings in your girlfriends ear," Santana called out from Brittany's side.
"Jealous, Lopez?" Quinn asked
"Like I would be jealous of you and the hobbit," Santana said.
"Santana!" Quinn growled.
"What you said I couldn't call her any nickname you came up with. I came up with that on all on my own," Santana smiled.
Quinn rolled her eyes as they entered the first store. Brittany dragged them all around the mall for a few hours loading everyone's arms with clothes that she wanted to have Rachel try on. When they finished gathering the clothes she shoved Rachel into a dressing room with an outfit.
Rachel begrudgingly tried on all of the clothes that Brittany found for her with minimal complaining. She only time she out rightly protested is when the girls dragged her into and underwear store. Rachel silently took all catcalls that came with that visit from the girls. When they finally finished shopping Quinn's trunk and backseat were stuffed. They were on their way to the food court when they passed a music store.
Rachel stopped walking and the girls looked back at Rachel. "What the hell, Short Stack? Move your ass I needs to get my eat on." Santana said.
"Can we go to the music store? I need to replace my Funny Girl DVD. My daddy has a habit of making it disappear when he feels he's heard it too much. I have to replace it every other couple of months," Rachel said.
"I'm hungry. I don't have time for this," Santana said.
"I just suffered through shopping with you guys for three hours. You guys can't give me ten minutes to pick up a new movie?" she asked.
"Santana let her get the movie," Quinn said seeing how upset Rachel was getting.
Rachel beamed and bounced into the store.
"You would agree with her," Santana grumbled as they walked into the store behind her.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Quinn asked.
"You are totally into the hobbit," Santana whispered.
"What?" Quinn said.
"You are into Berry. Don't deny it. The whole time she was trying on clothes you were checking her out and staring at her ass. Also when she was trying on underwear your eyes were practically coming out of your head you were staring so hard. Just admit it," Santana answered.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Quinn said.
"I can tell that you actually believe that. You might be in denial now, but you are going to have to have to except this eventually. When you do just know that I'm here," Santana said passing Quinn and entering the music store.
She couldn't possibly be right. Quinn thought to herself. Could she?