Revisions boring so I decided to write this instead and take break. It's a stupid idea having tests after Christmas anyway there are too many things to do during the holiday. Hope you all had a wonderful Christmas (although a bit late) consider this a late present, good luck in the New Year.
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Opening her eyes Quinn realised she must have fallen back asleep on the bathroom floor. Despite it being a rather unconventional resting place the cold tiles felt like heaven on her pounding head, the harsh light however made her consider that maybe she should have took her friends advice last night and returned home when they did. Gradually lifting herself up she was hit by a repulsive smell that set her stomach turning, trying to detect where it came from it took her sluggish brain a while to realise it was her, looking in the mirror she saw she was covered in a mixture of her own bodily fluid, luckily there was no urine, merely sick, spit, mucus and sweat. Noticing it wasn't just on her clothes, but in her hair on her face and by the look of it all the way up her arm she accepted she was in desperate need of a shower. Stumbling out of the bathroom she crawled her way up the stairs and into one of the upstairs bathrooms, a distance that was usually relatively short today felt like a journey up a mountain. Stripping off her clothes she climbed into the shower and settled for propping herself up against the stone wall allowing the spray to cascade over her body, she didn't try standing knowing it would be an impossible job.
Instead of heading for her closet after showering she grabbed a towel and headed downstairs aware that Tylenol was of higher priority right now than clothes. Making it to the kitchen she froze in the entry spotting Rachel leaning casually against the counter nursing a rather large cup of what she suspected to be coffee, the woman was addicted. Ducking her head she walked across the kitchen and rummaged through the cabinet in search of any form of drug that would provide her with pain relief. Grapping a class and filling it with water she began gulping down the clear liquid when finally tension in the room registered with her, meeting Rachel's eye she saw the other girl was preparing to speak.
"I see someone's finally awake!" Rachel observed looking at her wife unable to keep the spite out of her tone. Somewhere in her mind she recognised she had virtually no right to be angry at her wife, it was her who had upset Quinn in the first place but Quinn still should have known better. In many aspects her behaviour was acceptable, mentally she was still a teenager, programmed to push limits, rebel and think of no one but herself. Quinn however was an adult, twenty seven, a mother, a professional. She shouldn't be reverting to her old teenage ways and should be capable of expressing her emotions and talking through problems. "I took it upon myself to inform your work in case you were wondering, I told your assistant you were ill," Rachel told her. Quinn didn't reply, honestly work hadn't crossed her mind once since she had woke up. "One of us has to be an adult after all, not everyone has the privilege of acting irresponsibly."
Putting her glass back into the sink Quinn made it across the room and was standing face to face with Rachel. Testing the waters she gingerly reached out her hand and grasped Rachel's, when the brunette didn't pull away she ran her hands further up the brunettes arms eventually pulling her close allowing Rachel to lean against her. "Look, I know I'm an idiot," Quinn carried on choosing to ignoring Rachel's scoff, "will you forgive me?"
Looking up Rachel's couldn't help but roll her eye's at her wife's exaggerated pout, although it wasn't the heartfelt apology she wanted she nodded her head accepting it as it was. "I will however-"
"No, no buts Rachel. I said I'm sorry can we just forget about this now. I'd rather go to bed and sleep that listen to you rant all morning, I don't think my fragile mind could take it." Although her words were considerably offensive towards Rachel, Quinn hoped Rachel would realise they were a result of a killer hangover and sleep deprivation, she did not however feel any guilt saying them and refused to take them back. Honestly, it pained her to apologise to begin with, why should she have to, after all it was Rachel who was in the wrong. But she apologised anyway, knowing it was easier then the lengthy, drawn out and frustrating fight they would have as the alternative, because there was no way Rachel would apologise. Apologising was a survival tactic she had learnt early in the relationship, the majority of them lacked true sincerity but most of them were apologises for relatively small things meaning they were harmless. I'm sorry Rach; It's my mistake, I booked the table for nine not eight (despite still having her text on your phone which specifically asked you to change the reservation time) I'm sorry Rach, I forgot we were meant to go out with Kurt and Blaine tonight and went out with some old college friends of mine instead (despite Rachel never having told you of these supposed plans making you look like an idiot) Sorry Rach, I know it was my job to pack these cases according to the list you gave me but I must have not seen your red bikini on the piece of paper (despite each case having gone through Rachel's ridiculously thorough inspection multiple times before being closed and you ticking off each item).
"Quinn," Rachel exclaimed annoyed, removing herself from Quinn's arms she walked away from the blonde and rested against the counter further down. "I was attempting to apologise for my own behaviour before you disrespectfully cut me off and insulted me."
Quinn was speechless, not so much as a result of Rachel scolding but that Rachel was going to apologise. Of course she felt as though she deserved an apology, but considering her Rachel rarely gave them and under the impression that apologises were a relatively alien concept to seventeen year old Rachel she thought the chances of receiving one would be improbable. And now she just felt like a complete and utter bitch for talking to Rachel that way. "Im sorry," Quinn was eventually able to tell her wife, this time meaning it. "It's just that well, I wasn't expecting an apology."
"It's okay," Rachel understood Quinn's confusion, there were few times she allowed herself to admit she was wrong. She probably wouldn't be apologising now if she hadn't of called Santana this morning, ready to tell her of Quinn ridiculously behaviour only to herself be told to grow up and admit to her own mistakes. "I accept your apology, will you have mine." Receiving a nod from Quinn in return she decided herself and Quinn desperately needed to hold a more important conversation.
"You're not seventeen anymore Quinn, your an adult and therefore you need to act as one. Obviously I upset you yesterday and I still haven't learnt why. I waited up all last night - felt terrible through all yesterday because I was desperate to return home and talk to you. But I had to wait all night for you to return and when you do return you're barely conscious. Is this what you usually do when we have an argument, you out and get drunk?"
Quinn was hesitant to reply; when she did Rachel had to strain to hear, "Sometimes." Looking up she saw Rachel's disappointed face and felt the need to defend herself. "I never claimed to be perfect Rachel and it's not as if I said our relationship was either. But believe me it's not far off it. Yes we argue, like every couple, and okay I use rather unconventional methods of dealing with my emotions but it isn't something I can magically fix. It takes time and I have been working on it but I've had a lot to handle lately and it's been hard."
"Maybe we rushed into things," Rachel admitted. "We've both had problems to deal with since the crash which I think we have both been ignoring. You need to accept I'm not that same person I was a year ago. I know you are worried about me and are trying to help but you are becoming over bearing, I need some time to make up for and maybe remember the time I've forgotten. I'm meant to be a wife and a mother but inside I am and still feel like a teenager. I love you Quinn but maybe we need some time apart."