Today was Kurt and Blaine's housewarming party, Rachel and Quinn had just gotten back to their apartment. It was getting late, and they were getting tired, so they left, and went back to their own apartment, to get Quinn settled in. They stayed up for awhile unpacking the rest of Quinn's things, before going to bed.
Quinn was laying down in her bed. In her new room, in her and Rachel's apartment. She was living with Rachel. Actually living with Rachel Berry. If you had told her this five years ago she wouldn't have believed you. Then again she wouldn't have thought she'd have a baby, and had almost married David Karovsky. Now that she's moved in a part of her feels settled. Like she finally belongs somewhere. She feels almost at home. Well she would if she could sleep. Rachel's probably sleeping away in the next room. All cuddled up and cozy. Something's missing. She's cold, she can't sleep if she's cold. She probably just needs another blanket, but why get an extra blanket, when she can sleep under Rachel's blankets, they're always warm. What if it's not the blanket that's warm but it's the Rachel that's warm. She did kinda miss Rachel koalaing her, it kept her warm, and Rachel always did look adorable when she did it. That's it. Quinn can't take it anymore she's cold and lonely, and Rachel's probably lonely too, there's no sense in two people in the same apartment to both be lonely. Quinn got out of her bed and walked across the little hallway, to Rachel's room, when she opened the door she found Rachel curled on her side, with her back to her. Quinn contemplated leaving and going. She couldn't tell if Rachel was awake or not. She pulled back the covers, and laid down next to Rachel.
Warmth spread all over her body. Rachel's body heat radiating off of her and on to Quinn. She immediately felt at peace. Rachel had actually just fallen asleep herself. She rolled over and wrapped her arms around Quinn's middle, her head on her chest. With Rachel's arms around her, Quinn finally felt at home. This is what she was missing. It was Rachel.
The next morning when she woke up, she was spooning Rachel. She wasn't sure how she got there but she didn't object to it, she felt like she belonged there all along. She got out of bed and searched for her phone. There she called Santana.
"Hello?"
"San, I'm ready to talk."