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Quinn
I sit on Rachel's bed, paging through a magazine. She was at her vocal coach and said she would be back by seven. The clock on the wall shows me that it is 6:30. I sigh and continue reading.
A knock on the door stirs me from my day dream and I turn as Rachel's dad Leroy walks in.
"Hello Quinn." Until now, my interactions with Rachel's parents were a quick 'hello' and 'goodnight'. I had never had a conversation of more than a few words. Leroy's presence in the room sent a red flag into the air.
"Hi Mr. Berry."
"Call me Leroy," he smiles and I let myself relax. As he sits down at the end of the bed, I can feel him analyzing me. It was uncomfortable so I avert my gaze, playing with the edge of Rachel's blankets. The silence is deafening so I open my mouth to speak but see him hold up a hand.
"There's something I need to talk to you about Quinn." I look at the man and felt any attempt to relax rush out the open door. He continues before I can object.
"I don't really know how to say this without making you run out of this house, but I know who you are Quinn."
I nod, "Of course you know who I am. Your daughter goes to my school, we are friends."
He shakes his head, "No Quinn, we have met before." I think back, trying to recall meeting him without being with Rachel. Furrowing my eye brows I watch him rub the back of his neck. It took me a second to connect and then my eyes grow wide.
"You don't mean.."
He nods and looks at me, "Yes I do."
My mind runs rampant. I had traveled and met Rachel's dad? The idea made me dizzy. I wanted to get up and run, but something kept me grounded. I needed to know more.
"Would you like to hear the story?" I nod as Leroy looks at me and begins.
"I was at a party on campus and I saw this crowd begin to form outside. The noise from the crowd was getting louder so I decided to see what was going on. As I pushed my way through the group I saw one girl beating another girl to a pulp. She was yelling obscene things, and to make matters worse no one was willing to help. I stepped forward and pulled the girl off, handing her off to a guy who had shown up out of nowhere. I picked the other girl up off the ground, and decided to bring her back to my dorm room to recover."
I look at him with wide eyes and he continues, "After a little coaxing I got her to tell me what had happened that night. She repeated over and over again that the girl had her confused with someone else. That wasn't good enough for me, so I continued to push. Then I got an answer that I wasn't expecting. She told me she was a time traveler and gets thrown into random decades, this being one. I laughed. I laughed harder than I think I had in my entire life, but something in her eyes told me she wasn't kidding. Before I could say anything else she placed a hand on my cheek and said 'Until we meet again', disappearing into thin air."
I can feel my heart beating out of my chest as I listen to Leroy tell me this story. I want to say something but I can't find the words.
"The first day I saw you in my house I almost had a heart attack. I bugged the hell out of Hiram, trying to figure out where I had seen you before. One night it clicked." He looks at me and I nod, "I-it was me.."
"It was you."
Before we can say anything else, I hear the front door open. Rachel comes barreling up the stairs and stops when she sees Leroy sitting on her bed.
"Hi daddy? Everything okay.."
He nods and kisses her head before looking at me from the doorway. Something on his face tells me to keep this conversation between him and I. I promised Rachel there would be no more secrets, but I feel obligated to Leroy's wishes. He turns to leave and I feel Rachel standing at my side.
"What's going on Quinn?"
I turn to her slowly and push a piece of hair behind her ear. "Oh we were just talking. I like your dad. I want to hang out with them more." She laughs and places a kiss on my lips.
"You're crazy, but there's been something I've been meaning to ask you.." I raise my eye brows curiously.
"Would you and your dad like to spend Christmas Eve with us?"
I wasn't expecting this question and it makes my heart swell. I pull Rachel close and kiss her with everything I have. "I would love to."
Rachel
I never realized how important it was to let Quinn interact with my fathers. I should have figured it out sooner. Without a mother and only a father that seems to have better things to do, Quinn needed more family support.
On the night two days before Christmas Eve I lay on my bed listening to Quinn talk to me on the phone.
"…and then there was this one time in fourth grade when I traveled during the middle of our school play."
"What happened!"
"Thankfully my part was small. Santana covered for me and said I had gotten sick." I hear her laugh on the other line and smile.
"Santana isn't as black hearted as she looks is she?" Quinn's laugh settles and she sighs, "No she pretty much is. However when it comes down to the wire, she would jump in front of a bus to save mine or Brittany's life."
I nod even though she can't see me. My silence makes her continue, "Rach, there's something I need to tell you." Instantly I am sitting up in bed, preparing myself for the worst. My heads runs through a list of possible things she might say before she has a chance to speak.
"Are you still there Rachel?"
"Y-yes." She sighs and says, "I talked to Shelby today."
"You what?"
"Please before you get mad, hear me out." I nod again and realize she needs verbal confirmation. A quick "okay" is all I am able to choke out. Her tone becomes monotonous with her explanation.
"I saw her at the Lima Bean this morning. She didn't know who I was so I introduced myself. We began talking and I kind of sort invited her to your house for Christmas Eve." The last part is said so fast I almost don't catch it.
"Rach..please say something." Her voice brings me back down to Earth.
"D-did she say she would come?"
"She said she would try..Rachel please don't be mad at me."
I didn't know what to say to Quinn. I wasn't angry, I was in shock.
"I-I.."
The tears take hold of me as I try to choke out a response. I quickly give up and listen to Quinn trying to soothe me over the phone. "I can call her Rachel. I can tell her not to come."
"N-no, it's o-okay."
"I'm so sorry baby."
I stay on the phone with her for the rest of the night until I fall asleep. When I wake up the next morning I feel a pair of arms wrapped around my waist. I quickly shake her awake.
"Quinn?"
She slowly turns on her back and stretches. "Hey Rach. I-I hope you don't mind. Your dads let me in about an hour ago." I nod and lay back down, looking at her. The dark circles under her eyes prove that she hadn't slept very much or at all. I reach a hand out to trace her face. We stay like this for awhile before I hear myself speak.
"I'm not mad at you." She nods and keeps her eyes trained on mine. I search for something else to say but can only think of something to do. As I lean forward I feel her hand tangle into my hair, pulling me close. Our lips collide and I forget all that has happened the night before. Quickly she is on top of me as my tongue works its way inside her mouth. Her moan is loud and I am afraid my dads might come upstairs. However as I feel her hands trail down my body I lose any sense of right and wrong. Her hand stops at my waist band as her lips pull away from mine.
"We should talk before we-you know," she smiles above me. I shake my head and reach up to catch her lips with mine again. I am met with her cheek instead.
"Really Rachel.." I huff and push her off of me.
"What do you want to talk about Quinn?" She can see I am annoyed but continues to push me.
"My dad said he would join us tomorrow night." At this revelation my head snaps in her direction. "Really? Oh that's so great Quinn!" I pull her into a kiss that tells her how happy I am. She smiles and pulls back.
"What if Shelby shows up?"
I don't want to answer this but know Quinn will keep asking until I do. "I should get to know her. Or at least try to." She nods and continues to look at me. I have given her what she wants, now I want what I want. My look changes to annoyed to aroused in a matter of seconds as I straddle her waist. She gasps but it is soon cut off by my lips.
"Rachel!"
I smile as I work my hands up her shirt, "I told you I always get what I want."
A/N: I'll let your imaginations do the rest because I would surely ruin the mood with my pathetic excuse for smut writing.