Your Turn

DISCLAIMER: GLEE AND THEIR CHARACTERS DO NOT BELONG TO ME.

Thursday

6AM and Rachel Berry is out of bed in a matter of seconds. A second day of jogging wouldn't be so bad and maybe she'll see Kurt again...although it's better to just avoid him for now. She didn't really feel like discussing her love life again.

Throwing on her usual outfit, she blazes down the stairs and out the door towards a different direction. A different route, just along the nearby blocks. Instead of encountering a certain gay boy, she'd just bump into several old people walking their dog.

20 minutes into her jog and no one familiar in sight. That is, until a certain blonde. You should never speak so soon.

Rachel wasn't sure, not at all seeing that the possible Fabray was bent over. The diva swears that she's never checked Quinn out, okay fine so she checks Quinn out on the occasion, but oddly enough there was something distict about the figure in front of her.

"Quinn?" she calls out, testing the waters.

The figure rises, revealing blonde hair tied up in a pony tale and pale skin only covered by a sports bra and a pair of shorts that rival in length with the brunette's. Her mouth almost drops at the sight, but luckily she was able to control herself.

"Hey Rachel," Quinn replies, flashing a dazzling smile at the nearly winded Berry. It appears that Quinn was also working out, seeing that the sun did a very good job at exposing sweat over toned abs to the young diva. The blonde probably feels disgusting, but Rachel can say otherwise. Sweat was dripping in all the right places.

"W-What are you doing out so early?" the question manages to come out instead of the incoherent babble that Rachel expects.

And a stuttering Rachel is exactly what the blonde expects, "Oh, just jogging. I've been doing this since the beginning of summer, to you know, lose the baby fat."

"Well it appears to me like you've never been pregnant," Rachel replies honestly, finally tearing her eyes away long enough to look into hazel eyes instead of fine muscle.

"Thanks," and a coy smile, "And I guess you're out for a jog too?"

"Yeah," Rachel replies, taking a sip from her water bottle.

"Care to join me?"

"Sure."

Quin was more than pleased to be able to reduce the rambling girl to using one word answers.

As the two begin to jog again, Rachel does her best to not get distracted by the extremely attractive girl beside her and Quinn is actually feeling a little shy. She had planned everything beforehand, but it was her first time actually initiating stuff for a relationship. Usually the guy did it.

"So how long do you usual run for, Quinn?" Rachel asks, breaking the silence between the two. It brings relief onto Quinn's shoulders.

"About 2 hours every morning," she replies, smiling. The brunette can't help but smile back sheepishly.

"It's the same thing with me. Normally, I wake up every morning at 6AM and then work out for 2 hours. Usually I would simply hop onto my elliptical but I do go on a job every once in a while as well. It's always good to be versatile and the weather has been nice. Personally, I-"

"So do you want to go out with me?" the question causes Rachel to go into shock, causing her to tense up and freeze.

"Excuse me?" she answers 5 minutes later, not meeting the curious gaze of the ex-cheerio.

"You know, hang out and stuff," she tries to capture the attention of chocolate eyes, "I'm free tomorrow." She realizes that if she made it sound like too much of a date, Rachel would run away in a heartbeat or perhaps her heartbeat would stop.

After realizing that it wasn't exactly a date offer, Rachel manages to find enough air to breathe.

"Sure," she finally replies, Quinn turning away from sight to do a quick 'yes!'.

"Okay then, tomorrow we're going to a karaoke bar. I'll pick you up say, 6 o clock?"

"A karaoke bar?" she didn't think that Quinn was that into singing.

"Yeah, Kurt and Mercedes brought me there the other day."

Rachel's confused look slowly melts into one of beaming joy. She's never been there with anyone besides her dads, "I can't wait!" she says honestly, her heart bursting with all sorts of emotions.

"Here's my number, in case of anything," Quinn then says, giving Rachel an already prepared piece of paper.

"Thanks," Rachel replies, accepting the piece of paper and not questioning why she already had it ready. She was too busy relishing in the thought of hanging out at the karaoke bar with a friend.

xxxx

After taking a very, very cold shower, Rachel sits alone in her kitchen with a bowl of fruit. Today her dads left early and wouldn't be returning until night time for their usual Thursday game night.

That's when her cell went off.

hey Rach -Quinn

A text from Quinn? How surprising. Not that the brunette would complain, she was wondering if there was any point of her getting her number and wait...how did she have her cell phone number? Oh, yeah, that one time in Glee when Rachel deemed it necessary for all of her team mates to have her cell number in case of a musical emergency.

Hello Quinn -Rachel

what are you up to? -Quinn

Currently I'm eating my breakfast. -Rachel

is it some nasty Vegan crap? -Quinn

Must everyone assume that Vegans eat nothing but grass? I'm just eating fruit. - Rachel

oh. -Quinn

What about yourself? -Rachel

Mercedes' mom made me some bacon. -Quinn

And that's how Rachel ended up wasting her whole afternoon.

xxxx

"Rachel, we're home!"

It was 8PM and soft giggles could be heard from the kitchen. Shane looks at his husband with a raised eyebrow and the two make their way to their kitchen to track the sound of laughter.

And there, sitting at the table was Rachel, with a bowl of fruit in front of her and her cell phone in her hands. Looks like that's all she ate that day and she hadn't moved an inch since Quinn began texting her. Imagine the leg cramps.

"Sweety?" calls out Matthew, looking amused by his daughter's antics.

The girl freezes, shoving her cell phone behind her realizing that she was being watched, "H-Hi daddy."

"What are you doing?" asks Shane, approaching his extremely elated daughter.

"Oh, just texting a friend," she replies innocently, making sure not to mention that she was sitting in that one spot since that morning.

"Well you should tell your friend that you're going now because it's time to play some scrabble," Shane's voice was firm, but joking at the same time.

With a sigh, Rachel nods at her father's request.

I need to leave now. Game Night. -Rachel

seriously? it was fun while it lasted. -Quinn

Goodnight Quinn. -Rachel

'night Rachel. -Quinn

A/N: Oh to be young and have unlimited texting.