Rachel and Quinn talked for a long while, and even worked through their song for a little bit before finding themselves laying quietly on Rachel's bed, soft music playing in the background. With Rachel resting on her shoulder, Quinn let her mind wander.
She surprised herself by not worrying. Her brain briefly considered mulling over all the information that had been thrown at it over the last hour or so, but instead she decided not to dwell on it. Instead, she thought about Rachel.
She was lucky. She realized that now. She was scared, confused, and had a lot to worry about, but she had Rachel to help her through that. And if Rachel couldn't help her, then Kurt could. She had a good set up here.
She glances down at the dark haired girl, now asleep on her shoulder. Rachel was dressed in what Quinn calls 'lazy-day' clothes. Shorts, tshirt, hair pulled up in a messy bun. But to Quinn, she'd never looked more beautiful. Quinn places a careful kiss on the top of Rachel's head, noticing a slight smile spread across the other girls face.
"You're watching me sleep." Rachel's voice is thick with drowsiness, her eyes remain closed.
"How can I be watching you sleep if you aren't really sleeping?" Quinn whispers, not wanting to disturb the calm that has settled over the room.
"Close enough." Rachel's eyes crack open, she yawns loudly and blushes. "Sorry."
Quinn reaches up and brushes her thumb over Rachel's cheek, feeling the heat of the smaller girls' skin under her fingers. "You should go back to sleep." Quinn glances over to the clock. It's getting well into the evening. "And I should go home."
Distress spreads over Rachel's face. "Why?"
Quinn melts at the sadness in Rachel's voice, and she's suddenly willing to stay forever. "I don't want your fathers to be upset that I've been here so long. And at some point my parents will start to worry…probably…" Quinn trails off, her heart breaking at the miserable yet somehow still adorable pout on Rachel's face.
"Stay?" Rachel bites her lip as the word hangs in the air, but she's confused when Quinn doesn't answer, simply stares at her. "What, Quinn?"
"Do that again." Quinn's voice is strange, gruff. Rachel wrinkles her forehead in confusion.
"Do what again?"
"Your lip. Bite your lip again." Quinn is slowly moving even closer, her breath warming Rachel's nose.
Rachel is confused, but does as she's told and bites her lip again. Her perplexed look is changed abruptly when Quinn launches herself towards Rachel and begins attacking the smaller girls' neck with her teeth. Rachel makes a lot of high pitched noises before she finally manages to squeak out a loud "Quinn!" which causes Quinn to fall back, her eyes wide.
"Oh my goodness. I'm sorry. I didn't mean…you just looked…" Quinn blushes a vivid red. "Sorry."
Rachel stares at her for a brief moment. "Are you staying?" When Quinn nods, Rachel continues with a business-like tone. "Then you cannot be doing things like that! We have school in the morning, and I need the proper amount of rest with as few distractions as possible. So contain yourself. No matter how you think I look."
Quinn smiles, and raises her right hand. "I'll do my best. I swear. But I make no promises."
Rachel grins, wiggling her eyebrows. She looks Quinn in the eye and bites her lip suggestively, giggling and leaping out of the way when Quinn tries to jump on her.
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They're clutching their sides and gasping with laughter when Rachel glances at the clock and notices that it is nearing eleven pm. "Oh my goodness. I've got to shower." Rachel jumps up and begins searching for pajamas to lay out for after her shower.
"Shower, huh?" Quinn winks cheesily at Rachel, and her wink is met with a pajama shirt to the face.
"I've got some clothes that should fit you. We'll have to stop by your house for clothes in the morning, but for now you can wear my jammies. Be good." Rachel sticks her tongue out and prances out of the room, closing the door gently behind her.
Quinn walks to the dresser and roots for clothes, settling on a plain tshirt and shorts that ride a little high, but not enough that they're uncomfortable. She finds herself admiring Rachel's things. The dark haired girl is perfectly represented in this bedroom. Quinn opens her bedside drawer, hoping to find more of Rachel's trinkets, and stumbles upon a dream journal.
It's clearly labeled 'Dream Journal' in Rachel's elegant script, so she doesn't feel as guilty when she starts thumbing through it. The dreams start out relatively normal. This journal is old, spanning a few years. Rachel doesn't seem to dream very often. But when Quinn reached the middle of the journal, she notices that the dreams always seem to center around the same subject. Her.
The dreams start out sweet. Cute dates, intimate moments. But as she reads on, the dreams get more sexual. She finds herself fidgeting as she reads Rachel's subconscious fantasies. The written descriptions of the dreams are very vivid, and it's not hard to imagine the situations.
When Rachel comes into the room in nothing but a towel to retrieve her pajamas, Quinn shivers. Rachel looks at the small book in the blonde's hands, and smiles. "They're nice, aren't they?"
Quinn laughs. "Nice? They're a lot of things. I don't know if nice is the word. You should get dressed. It's much too late to be distracting me like that."
Rachel giggles, and grabs her pajamas from the bed. She purposefully brushes herself against Quinn, but is surprised when Quinn grabs her arm and kisses her roughly. She stumbles, and almost falls onto her bed. She catches herself by grabbing Quinn's shoulders, her hands forgetting to hold her towel up.
The towel slips, and flutters to the ground. Quinn's mouth falls open, and her eyes immediately begin to glide over Rachel's body. Her hands reach out almost without thought, landing on the curves of Rachel's hips. Rachel gasps loudly, but wrenches out of Quinn's grasp and grabs her towel, pulling it tightly around herself.
Quinn nods, her eyes not leaving where Rachel's exposed breasts were just moments before. "It's late. Quite late. Bed time, really. Wow."
Rachel holds her towel securely with one hand, but reaches the other out to guide Quinn's head up so that their eyes meet. "I'm going to go change. You take a moment." And with a soft kiss on Quinn's forehead, Rachel is gone.
Quinn shakes her head quickly from side to side, her eyes still bugging out of her head. "Wow…"
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Quinn's head is tucked into Rachel's neck, and she's snoring softly. She keeps fidgeting and making soft noises in her sleep. Rachel giggles; it's not hard to guess what Quinn is dreaming about.
Rachel brushes Quinn's light blonde hair out of her face gently, and kisses Quinn's forehead. Who would have thought that one night she'd be lying in bed, cuddled up with Quinn Fabray? With a Cheerio? With her Cheerio?
Rachel knows that the morning is going to bring many difficulties. They're going to have to deal with a lot of things during the upcoming school day. But for now, she was going to enjoy the tiny things. The happiness of this evening.
And she's going to figure out the perfect way to tease Quinn about her snoring. No matter how cute it might be.
