"Dammit," Rachel cursed herself. Soothing her now painful knee she continued to search her dressers surface for her mobile before its alarm set off, a task virtually impossible in the pitch black room. Glaring dangerous across her bedroom in the direction she hoped stood her window she planned to destroy the drapes blocking any form of light into the room, the reason why she currently crawling on her hands and knees like an animal fearful of disturbing the beautiful blonde resting soundlessly in bed. Ah ha, she though once her hand grasped a metallic rectangle like object, her actions appeared too slow however as before she could unlock the screen her alert tone rang out, it's loud and annoying high pitch beeping disrupted the peace of the room. Silencing it quickly she looked at the bed holding her breath she hoped her stirring wife would fall back into her slumber, instead it looked as though someone had it out for her as instead of returning to sleep the blonde in question sat up and leant across the bed reaching for the lamp.
Allowing for her eyes to adjust to the new light Quinn tried to work out where the sound had come from. Searching she suppressed a laugh spotting her guilty looking wife crouching on the floor with her mobile secured tightly in her nervous grasp, shaking her head she threw herself back down onto the bed. "What are you doing?" She questioned Rachel trying to keep the amusement out of her voice as she gestured for her to join her.
Accepting her wife's invitation she crossed to join her on the bed, lying down she cuddled into the taller woman's side. "I was attempting to get ready for the day without waking you up," Rachel huffed, "obviously it didn't work considering here we are now holding this conversation."
"What time is it?"Quinn pondered, if Rachel had set an alarm it must still have been in the early hours of the morning.
"Six," Rachel answered guiltily. Sighing Quinn choose not to respond, she was about to sleep when she eventually took in Rachel pristine appearance.
"How long have you been up?" She demanded narrowing her eyes at Rachel daring her to lie.
"Only about an hour I promise, I was nervous about the interviews this afternoon, they will be the first time I re-enter the public limelight."" Rachel told Quinn honestly however refused to match her wife's disappointed gaze. She had made a deal with Quinn promising her to take it slow and retain as much rest as possible; Quinn was on high alert around her after her relapse a few days ago which had sent her strait back to the emergency room. She hadn't done anything on purpose; she had merely over estimated her limits. Ever since Beth left and Quinn returned to work full time she had no one to entertain her and had been left to mope hopelessly around their house. To prevent herself from reaching insanity, hidden under a cunning hat and sunglasses disguise she went on her adventure around New York. During the trip she had, well hadn't, well sort of almost had a breakthrough. She was walking past a store when she heard a song, a song she couldn't quite specify but it held a beat she vaguely knew, she wouldn't stop until she remembered it. She kept going over and over, repeating and repeating it, making some of it up sure she was on the verge of discovery. Unfortunately the strain was too much causing her to faint and stumble hitting her head off the floor, despite being safe at home when Quinn found her she instated she be checked over. And Quinn called her melodramatic.
"Rach," Quinn whined, "But you promised."
Rolling her eyes at her wife Rachel leaned down and stole a kiss hoping the distraction would get her out of trouble. Before she could get carried away and show Quinn one of the many benefits of waking up early the blonde pulled away shaking her head. Climbing out of bed Quinn marched into the bathroom slamming the door behind her, seeing just how annoyed Quinn was with her Rachel followed pitifully after her.
"Quinn," Rachel begged banging against the door, "Quinn, honey, open up." She waited for a response but didn't get one; apparently she was getting the silent treatment. "Quinn," she shouted frustrated, "Open the door your being irrational." She immediately wished back her words when the door she was leaning against was suddenly swung open revealing a very frustrated and distressed blonde.
"How dare you say that I'm being irrational?" Quinn seethed, "You have just been to the hospital, for the second time in less than a few months. Do you have any idea how worried, how scared I was, worried that something had happened, that I hadn't been taking care of you and because of that I might lose you."
"Your being ridiculous Quinn. I woke up an hour earlier than usual; it will hardly be the death of me." Rachel shouted back ignorant of what her wife was trying to say.
"No," Quinn argued with her, "You don't get." She was annoyedthat Rachel had woken early, the only thing she had asked was for her to take it slow. She was annoyed by Rachel attitude and clear lack of respect or consideration for anyone else bar herself. She had asked for one thing and she hadn't the decency to try and cooperate. Sometimes it was so hard living with this Rachel, the immature and self centred teenage Rachel. The Rachel who was very much still a spoilt brat and believed the world was about her.
"No, you're right I don't understand. If you wasn't so incoherent and decided to act rationally about this maybe we could get somewhere." Rachel fumed back. Instead of responding to her bone headed wife Quinn just shook her head and retreated back into the bathroom, she didn't bother to lock the door aware Rachel wouldn't follow and turned on the shower and got ready for work. Stepping in she wanted to waste as much time as possible so she wouldn't be faced with the awkward event that would be seeing Rachel again this morning.
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"Idiot," Rachel called herself quietly, obviously she had done something wrong in Quinn's mind but she didn't know what. Looking down at her phone, her stupid phone which was the sole reason for her problems now she saw that the time was only six forty, sighing she still had at least an hour before she could leave without being ridiculously early.
After the morning argument Rachel considered it may be appropriate to cancel today's plans but by doing so she would be doing as Quinn asked and why should Quinn be allowed to dictate to her. She wished Quinn was with her right now thought, she wished she had someone to help calm her nerves and reassure her. Today was big, it had been around two months since the accident and her management had been hounding her to take interviews meaning today would be the first time she would deal directly with the press. She had a few big interviews; the media had been going crazy placing offers for her exclusive, she had a hard time choosing between the offers and in the end turned to Quinn for help deciding and of course went with her recommendation of the high profile daytime TV chat show she had frequently been on in the past to promote new work. After that she had a magazine interview and photo shoot to go along with it. Of course she had been talked through what would happen by Kim her manager and had been reminded that although she didn't remember she had done hundreds of interviews before she still feared making a mistake and completely embarrassing herself.
Realising she was getting herself work up and she went to her office to occupy her mind and search through the past inventory of her work. Although she tried she couldn't focus on the screen in front of her which was playing an old movie of hers, not only did she have her previous fears about today's interview in mind she also now had the added worry of what she had done to upset Quinn. Hopeless she shut down the screen and pick up her mobile to make a call and seek out some friends advice.
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"Okay Ms Fabray you're on in five minutes," nodding to the runner in acknowledgement Rachel turned back to the mirror to appraise her appearance. Running her hands through her hair she offered a polite thank you to her hair dresser and makeup artist and get up out of her seat and made her way to the exit. Sparing whatever Kim was telling her no attention she repeated the advice Santana had given her earlier silently in her head. Santana being the caring and considerate person she was had given her the preciously advice to stop over reacting and grow up, Rachel wasn't quite sure whether the advice refereed to her personal or professional situation however she took it for both accepting it was her fault for waking the hot headed Latina up early. "Please welcome, Rachel Fabray," Hearing the host introduce her she forced a dazzling smile on her face and left the sidelines to greet him.
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Putting down her pencil and pushing away from her desk, essentially abandoning the blueprints she was working on, Quinn opened one of her desk draw sand snatched a TV remote out. Pointing it at the screen opposite she turned the volume down low and flicked through to the right channel, no matter how annoyed she was Rachel she felt incredibly guilty for not being there, unable to focus on work she might as well just watch the show.
Watching her wife enter the shot she was taken aback by Rachel, she looked outstanding, without knowing the extent of her injury's you would find it impossible to believe she was in an life threatening accident not months ago. Not only did she look beautiful she came across so happy and full of life, she laughed easily and her smile didn't falter for a second. Not even when she was faced with the difficult questions of their relationship, she couldn't help but scoff at Rachel's reassurances that there were getting along perfectly. Overall she was amazed by how well Rachel dealt with the interview, most probably because Rachel didn't let the interviewer get a word in edge ways. The constant ringing of her office phone pulled her out of her musings. Answering the phone to her impatient boss enquiring about the abandoned blue prints on her desk she forced herself to focus and stop procrastinating promising to get the completed before she finished for the day.
Unfortunately it wasn't until seven she left her office and it wasn't until one she made it home, instead of rushing back to the house she did what she usually did when her and Rachel were in the midst of an argument and decided to hit some cheap bar with a load of co-workers using their strong liquor and warm beer to drown her sorrows. Looking back, it might not have been a great idea to get completely drunk with her friends as although she found it hilarious her wife certainly didn't, especially when she found her vomiting in the downstairs hallway toilet unable to get upstairs later that morning. Honestly, Rachel was more than upset, she was furious and instead of helping her up she threw a hand towel and bottle of water at her head and retreated back up to the bedroom offering her no sympathy.
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Sorry, this chapter is both short and overdue. Instead of promising you another and longer chapter soon unfourtualt it's most likely to be a long while until I update again. I'm not abandoning the story but I have loads of revision that I have to do and by writring this I'm not doing that. I'm not saying for defiant there wont be an update but I am hoping there isn't because I want/need to do well on these exams. Anyhow, what do you think of the Chapter? Who's in the right and who's in the wrong?