Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who read the last chapter! Hope you enjoy this one!

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Chapter 10: Peace Offerings and Promises

August 4, 2017

"Argh! She is so infuriating!" Rachel exasperated as she pressed the elevator button. "If I didn't need a green card, I would divorce her on the spot."

The brunette angrily tapped her foot while she waited for the elevator door to open. She didn't even know where she was going. All she knew was that she needed to get out of that apartment.

The elevator door opened and Rachel got inside. She pressed the "L" button. She could go to Kurt's apartment, but she didn't know if he was home tonight. It wouldn't hurt to call him. If he wasn't available tonight, then she would just wander around Sunnyside, Queens until she calmed down.

She took out her phone from her purse and searched for Kurt's number in her contacts list. She clicked on his name and brought her phone to her ear.

Please be home, Rachel thought to herself.

"Hey, Rach. What's up?" Kurt asked.

"Are you at your apartment?"

"Why? Did something happen?" Kurt questioned in a worried tone.

"Yes. Can I come over? I just need to vent. If not, it's okay. I'll find somewhere else to go," Rachel said softly.

"Rach, of course, you can come over."

"Thank you so much, Kurt!"

"I'll see you soon and be careful."

"Red or white?" Kurt asked as he held two bottles of wine for his best friend to see.

"White," Rachel muttered.

Kurt nodded in acknowledgement and set aside the bottle of red wine. He then opened the bottle of white wine and poured two glasses for him and Rachel. He grabbed the two glasses and walked over to the couch where his best friend was sitting.

"Thank you," Rachel said as Kurt gave her one of the glasses.

"You're welcome," Kurt replied as she sat down next to the brunette. He took a sip of his wine. "So, are you going to tell me what happened or do I have to guess?"

"Quinn and I had a fight."

Kurt raised one of his eyebrows in confusion. "A fight? Don't you two always fight?"

Rachel her head, "no, I mean we do argue a lot, but we don't fight!"

"Okay, how was this different?"

"We were yelling at each other and I haven't seen her so angry before," Rachel explained.

"How did this even start?"

She took a sip of wine. "After we ate dinner and washed the dishes, Quinn and I were continuing to answer questions about each other," Rachel explained. "It was going well at first. She even opened up to me about what happened to her mom, but then things got out of hand when I asked her about her dad."

Kurt sighed, "no wonder you two fought. Quinn gets defensive about her dad."

"I know she isn't in good terms with her dad, but I didn't ask her to tell me what happened. I just asked her about his name," Rachel defended herself.

"It may just be a name to you, but to Quinn it's different," Kurt pointed out. "She hasn't spoken about her dad since it happened. Even I don't know the whole story. Plus, Quinn is a closed-off person. She doesn't open up to people."

"I can't believe you're taking her side!" Rachel accused.

"I'm not taking anyone's side," Kurt insisted. "I'm just stating the facts. You can't force her to talk about her dad if she doesn't want to. You two have only known each other for two weeks. You have to gain her trust and actually be her friend. Quinn shouldn't have lashed out on you, but that's her defense mechanism."

"I understand that, but what enraged me was that she didn't even care if we pass or fail this interview!"

Kurt placed his arm around his best friend's shoulders to comfort her. "I understand and Quinn should care about the interview because both of you are going to be affected if you fail." He paused for a moment to take a sip of wine. "I think you two should talk this out."

"I know but I don't want to look at her face tonight. I need to calm down and clear my head,
Rachel declared. "I have a morning shift at the diner tomorrow and I think I still have a spare uniform here. Can I stay the night?"

Kurt chuckled, "of course you can." He removed his arm from Rachel's shoulders. "And that reminds me," a faint blush appeared on his cheeks, "you might want to pick up the rest of the stuff you left here. Someone is moving in..."

Rachel's mouth gaped. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed while playfully hitting Kurt's shoulder. "He said yes, didn't he?!"

"Yes!" Kurt giggled. "I can't believe Blaine and I are going to be living together!"

"You have to tell me everything! I'm dying for romance!" Rachel begged.

"Okay, I'll tell you everything!"

Quinn checked the time. It was 11 PM. Rachel has been gone for three hours now. She was kind of worried. Rachel stormed off and didn't say where she was going, but the brunette was a grown woman. She could take care of herself. Besides, she was probably with Kurt.

The blonde let out a frustrated sigh. It wasn't supposed to be like this. She finally had a couple days off from work. It was supposed to be relaxing and fun. Not stressful and irritating.

She understood why Rachel asked about her father. After all, immigration would find it suspicious that Rachel didn't know anything about her family, especially her father, but Quinn hated talking about him. She still hated him for what he did. She hasn't mentioned anything about him since high school, and the only people she talked to during that time was Santana and Brittany. Even then, she didn't tell them the whole story.

Quinn let out another sigh. It was Friday night. She was only twenty-three years old. She should be going out and having fun. That's what you're supposed to do in your twenties. She reached for phone and called the one person who was always down to go out.

"What?" a familiar bitchy voice greeted her.

"What are you doing right now?"

"B and I were just heading to a bar. Why?"

"Mind if I come?"

"Why? Did you and the ball in chain have a fight?" Santana joked.

"Yeah, we did. We had an argument about Russell, my dad."

"Oh shit. Of course you can come along. I'll text you the address."

"Thanks. I'll see you then."

"Hey," Quinn greeted as she sat across the longtime couple at the booth.

"Hey, Q," Brittany returned her friend's greeting. "So Santana told me you and Rachel had a fight. I'm really sorry about that. I guess the honeymoon is over, but did you at least get some honey?"

Quinn narrowed her eyes in confusion. "Honey?"

"B, what do you mean when you said, 'honey'? Santana asked her girlfriend. She wasn't talking about sex, right?

"That's what you do on your honeymoon, right? You go find a beehive and get some honey," Brittany innocently explained.

Quinn and Santana's mouth gaped in disbelief over what Brittany just said.

"So, did you get honey, Q?" Brittany asked again with a smile on her face.

"Yeah, I got some honey," Quinn awkwardly chuckled.

"Was the honey delicious?" Brittany grinned.

Santana looked at her girlfriend with admiration. Her girlfriend was something else, but she wouldn't change anything about Brittany. She was perfect the way she is.

Quinn forced a smile, "Yup. It was the best!"

"B, could you get me another margarita. Q, cape cod?" Santana interjected to change the subject.

"Yup."

"You got it," Brittany kissed Santana's cheek before heading to the bar to order their drinks.

"So what happened between you and the Hobbit?"

Quinn released a frustrated sigh, "we were preparing for the interview portion for her green card."

"That doesn't sound too bad."

"It wasn't at first. We were kind of getting along, but then she asked me about my dad's name and I told her that I didn't like talking about my dad. She pressed on needing to know his name for the interview. I lost my temper and I yelled at her. She yelled at me about not caring enough about the interview and then she stormed off."

"Shit, that's pretty dramatic for Hobbit to storm off."

"I don't blame her for storming off though because I was a jerk. And you know, she did have a point," Quinn admitted.

"Yeah, she did, but she shouldn't force you to talk about things that you don't want to. She should have waited until you were ready," Santana pointed out.

"The thing is," Quinn mumbled, "I don't know if I'll ever be ready to talk about him. I'm still angry for what he did."

"And that's okay. Russell did a shitty thing." Santana comforted her best friend. "I think you two need to talk about this so you can avoid future arguments."

"Since when did you become the common sense friend?" Quinn teased.

Santana shrugged her shoulders. "I'm just keeping it real."

"Yeah, you're right, but I don't want to talk about it anymore. I think I just want to have fun tonight."

"And that's what we will do!"

"Thank you for always being there for me, Santana."

"I've had your back since high school, Q."

The blonde raised her left eyebrow. "Really? So you didn't try to take the Head Cheerio title from me in high school?"

"Oh my God, Q, that was years ago," Santana rolled her eyes. "I did try to take the Head Cheerio title away from you once or twice, but I had your back since the shit with Russell went down."

"You did."

"And I'll always have your back, so if the Hobbit forces you to talk about your dad again, I'm going to go all Lima Heights on her!"

Quinn let out a laugh, "thank you, but hopefully, it won't get to that point."

"Anytime, Q. Now, what's taking B so long with the drinks?" She turned her head to the direction of the bar and tried to search for her girlfriend. "I need my margarita!"

August 5, 2017

Quinn stood in line at the local sandwich shop near her apartment. It was lunch time and she was craving an Italian combo sandwich. She was craving it last night, but Santana and Brittany wanted to get Halal Food. Since it was two against one, they got Halal Food. Don't get Quinn wrong, she loved Halal food and her chicken over rice was delicious, but she wasn't craving it.

"Hello, welcome Sunnyside Deli. What can I get for you?" the cashier asked.

"Hi, can I please get one Italian combo sandwich?" Quinn asked.

"Okay, would you like to add side of pasta salad or chips with that?"

"I'll take the pasta salad."

"Okay, will that be all for you?"

Quinn pondered for a moment if she wanted to get anything else. She didn't need to get a drink. She still had a can of ginger ale back at the apartment. She quickly glanced at the menu behind the cashier and something caught her eye.

A veggie sandwich.

She knew Rachel had the morning shift at the diner today, so she should be on her way back to the apartment unless she decides to spend another day at Kurt's apartment. If she did come back to the apartment, she would have nothing to eat since Quinn didn't cook.

"Um, actually, can I also get one veggie sandwich with a side of pasta salad? Something for my wife," Quinn smiled.

"Of course," the cashier said as she wrote down on the slip. "Would you like to add anything else?"

"No, that's it."

"Okay, your total is $18."

Quinn handed the cashier a twenty dollar bill. "Keep the change."

"Thank you. Your order number is 76," the cashier said as she handed Quinn her ticket number.

"Thank you."

Rachel exited the elevator and made her way towards Quinn's apartment. After staying the night at Kurt's, she was thought over about what he said. He was right. She couldn't just force Quinn to speak about her dad. They would just fight again. She needed to earn her trust.

They only met two weeks ago. They were still strangers. The only time they would talk to each other was when they prepared for the interview. She needed to be friends with Quinn, not because it would make preparing for the interview much easier, but it would be better for them. They would have to live with each other until Rachel's green card gets approved, and that could take more than a year. If they were actually friends, then living with each other wouldn't be so bad.

How was Rachel going to speak to Quinn about this? She knew the blonde would still be angry after what happened last night. She couldn't just approach Quinn and ask if she wanted to be friends. She hoped Quinn wasn't home, so she would have time to think about the best way to approach this conversation.

She unlocked the door and entered the apartment. She made her way towards the living room to drop off her purse, but she was surprised to see Quinn standing in the kitchen.

"Hey," Quinn greeted Rachel.

"Hi."

"Did you eat yet? I bought some sandwiches at the local deli. I got you a veggie sandwich and a side of pasta salad."

"I don't have money. I deposited my tip money today to pay off one of my credit card bills."

"It's okay. It's my treat."

Rachel furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. Why was Quinn being nice to her after yelling at her last night? She was supposed to be angry, right?

"If you don't want it, that's okay. I'll just set it aside."

"No, it's fine. Thank you for buying me a sandwich."

"You're welcome. You can eat with me if you want," Quinn shyly said.

"Okay."

Rachel walked over to the kitchen countertop and sat down. Quinn handed her the veggie sandwich and the side of pasta salad. The blonde then walked over to one of the kitchen drawers and grabbed two forks. She handed one to Rachel.

"Thanks."

"No problem," Quinn replied as she sat across from Rachel.

The brunette unwrapped her sandwich and looked at the woman sitting across from her. She was surprised that Quinn bought her a sandwich after their fight last night. She expected the blonde to ignore her when she got back from work. Was this Quinn's way of apologizing? Was her veggie sandwich a peace offering?

"I'm sorry," Quinn blurted out.

I guess I have the answer to my questions, Rachel thought.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you. I don't like talking about my dad and when you kept asking about his name, I just lost my temper. I'm sorry," Quinn apologized with a rueful smile.

"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have forced you to talk about him. I was just so upset when you said that you didn't care about what I was going to say during the interview. It feels like I'm the only one who cares," Rachel lamented. "I practically have to force you to answer the questions with me."

"You're right though. I should care because both of us are on the line. I'll take things more seriously from now on."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

"Thank you, Quinn," she tucked her hair behind her ear. "Kurt also made an excellent point last night and I think he's right."

"What did he say?"

"He said that I have to gain your trust before you share about what happened to your dad." Quinn scrunched her eyebrows when Rachel mentioned her dad. "But don't worry! I won't ask about your dad anymore," Rachel assured the blonde. A faint blush appeared on Rachel's cheeks, "after thinking about it last night, I realized that I want to be friends."

"You want to be friends?" Quinn questioned.

"Yes, I-I want to be friends with you," Rachel shyly admitted. "We've been getting to know each other by preparing for the interview, but I don't think that's enough. We're going to be living with each other for a long time, so I think it'll be best if we actually get to know each other because we want to. You know how stubborn I am, so I'm going to work my hardest to be your friend, Quinn."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay," Quinn repeated with a half smile. "We can be friends."

"Really?" Quinn nodded her head and Rachel smiled. "Before I forget," the brunette bit her bottom lip before continuing, unsure how Quinn was going to take this. "I know you have a a lot of anger and resentment towards your dad. I promise I won't pressure you to talk about him again, but if you do want to talk about him and need someone to listen, I'm right here," the brunette expressed.

Quinn was taken back. When she first met Rachel, she was completely self-centered and only focused on her best interests. Today, Rachel showed another side of her. She was also caring and thoughtful, and all Quinn do was smile at the words she just heard.

"Thank you for what you said, Rachel. I'm not sure if I'll ever be ready to talk about my dad again, but it's reassuring to know that you're there."

Rachel beamed, "so we're okay?"

Quinn giggled, "we're okay."

Author's Note: What do you think of the chapter? Quinn and Rachel made up, and now they are friends. Rachel is going to do what it take's to earn Quinn's trust. It's going to difficult because Quinn has built walls, but if anyone can do it, it's Rachel.

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