Author's Note: Here you go. The next chapter and conclusion will be up soon. Hope you enjoy. Disclaimers are in chapter 1.

Chapter 4

CHAP 4

Hours later Rachel quietly enters her shared hotel room. She expected her roommate to be asleep, however, the lights were on and in her pastel pajamas is none other than Quinn. A scowl is etched across her porcelain face and hazel eyes are hard as the take in the small singer.

"Where the hell have you been Berry? This isn't Ohio..you could have been abducted or raped or something. A heads up would have been nice so at least I would have known to let Mr Shue know where to find your body." She all but growls out.

"I'm sorry Quinn I didn't have the intention of staying out so late but I met someone that decided to show me around. Also, I did not know you cared about my well being seeing as you usually take any chance to ridicule me and tear me down." The diva ended her rant by walking over to her drawers and pulling out her purple pajamas, and heading back into the bathroom. The door closed with a soft click.

Rage coursed through the blondes body as she stood, her eyes alight with fire. "Sorry that I actually want to win Nationals, we can't do that without the entire team. You, you little midget, are part of that team. So don't make a habit of wandering off into the night without telling anyone where your going or I'll tell Mr Shue your taking unsupervised trips."

The door swung open to reveal a angered brunette. She stormed over to the blonde and quickly jabbed a finger into her direction. "I'm sick. I'm tired. I'm sick and tired of your attitude and general disdain for me Quinn. Why can't you just let it go and try to be civil with me? Why must you go out of your way to try and humiliate me? Why Quinn? Why?" Her voice ascended in volume with each question, her eyes becoming glossed over with tears unshed. Defying Gravity filled the air as the bedazzled phone of Rachel's vibrated on the desk. The diva sniffed and turned walking over to the device, she gave a quick glance to the silent blonde before flipping it open.

"Hello?...Oh, how are you doing?...Yes, that sounds lovely... 10 o'clock tomorrow morning is fine by me..." She lets out a small laugh, a wide smile left in its wake. "Yes, I'm looking forward to it...Alright I'll see you then...Goodnight to you too...Bye." The phone clacked as it shut beginning the awkward silence within the cramped quarters.

"Better watch out Treasure Trail people aren't stupid enough to take you anywhere. I mean who would really want to take a Tranny on a date? They must have a motive, no one is that stupid." The cheerleader grounds out as she lays down in her bed and draws her covers up.

"You know what Quinn? I'm disturbed by your constant derogatory sexual references towards me. What is that old saying...? Ah, yes 'It takes one to know one' " A satisfied smirk stretches across the divas face as she hears no response from her nemesis, who was currently feigning sleep.

The next morning finds two peacefully sleeping girls. A blonde with a well built average height body, her covers are pushed off her right half and she is turned to face the direction of the other bed. The cover is trapped between her toned thighs, her left arm is tucked underneath a pillow hugging it to her. Her blonde hair is in disarray and a small dream induced smile is on her face.

The petite brunette lounges on her back, the covers pushed down resting on her hips and covering her lower half. One arm is draped across her stomach and her other is underneath her pillow. Her head is turned to the right facing the blonde's direction. Her plump lips are pushed together in an adorable pout, but other wise her face looks serene.

The stillness is something their glee mates would find disturbing, apparently the fates thought so as well because on the beside table between the two a bedazzled phone lit up. Defying Gravity blasted from the speaker, causing the blonde to awake with a start turning herself she falls to the floor with a loud thud. The brunette wakes up mere moments later to sleepily take in cheerleader sprawled across the floor.

Hazel meets brown and silence ticks on for a minute. A loud laugh emits from the tiny diva, her hands clutching around her stomach. The blonde glowers at her, she untangles herself from her covers and goes over poking a tanned stomach.

"It isn't funny," She growls out, her eyes tell a different story as they are alight with playfulness, a smile threatening to break across her face. A single tear rolls down Rachel's cheek.

"Oh stop Quinn," She manages between rounds of laughter. " It's too much..." Tears are readily pouring down her face now, marring the perfect tanned skin.

Quinn tries to fight her smile but it keeps poking up, she jumps on to the bed and begins to tickle the brunette. "Is it too much Rach? Huh? I don't think I heard you." She calls out teasingly as Rachel puts up a small fight, she ends up straddling the girl and pinning her hands underneath her knees.

"Oh god..Quinn!...Please...please..!" Rachel's breathing is heavy and she is almost panting out the words. She begins to struggle harder, eventually she gets her right hand loose. Placing her palm on the blonde's hip she pushes with her body weight and ends up flipping them. Hazel eyes widen and she grips the diva pajama top tugging her flush down on to her once they land.

Their eyes lock and the world seems to fade away. Hazel eyes flicker to plump lips before raising to meet brown again. The slowly move closer to one another until they can feel the others breath against their heated faces. The brunette dips her head a breath away from capturing Quinn's lips, a loud banging at the door knocks them out of their haze.

"Yo Q! What the hell is going on? I heard a loud bang, did you kill the hobbit?" Santana's muffled voice reaches them, then another loud bang against the door.

Quinn looks back up to Rachel, her eyes harden and she shoves the brunette off of her. "God you sick pervert. I'm not like that." She growls out, hate etching on her features before she fixes herself and swings open the rooms door. "Hey S, B."

Sad chocolate orbs follow the retreating back, her smile gone. She drags herself up off the bed, grabbing her phone seeing she only had thirty minutes to get ready. She sends a quick text to her companion telling them she'd probably be a little late but she'd explain when she got there. With that she goes to her dresser and grabs the clothes she wants to wear. Her eyes connect with Quinn's, seeing the regret there before it falters and the hatred comes back. With a soft sigh she enters the bathroom and closes the door.

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