Rachel stuffed her hands inside her pockets while kicking the sand beneath her feet, she's at the same place where she left unresolved problems with Quinn. She doesn't exactly know if Quinn will even come this time, but if she's that obsessed with catching her then she'll turn up any minute.
Hour after hour has passed by and not a single sight of the blonde. It was coming close to 4:30 p.m and because of daylight savings time it was getting dark quicker. Rachel decided that four hours of waiting was enough and started to walk away from the subway entrance.
"I guess I'm not the obsessor this time," Rachel's lips formed into a smirk when she heard Quinn's voice behind her "What are you doing here?"
"I come here often remember, what are you doing here?"
Quinn shrugged off the leather strap, holding the backpack with her index finger "I thought you might need this," Relieved, Rachel walked toward the bag, but before she can get her hands on it, Quinn pulled away "In order to get your bag back, you have to take me to your home."
"Shouldn't I take you to dinner first?" Rachel teased, but was still uncertain why Quinn would suggest that.
"I just want to know where you live, is that so bad?"
This girl is more than a stalker, she was borderline obsessed. An idea formed in her head of a way to trick the clueless blonde. She agreed to take her home, but she would have to make a quick phone call. Quinn was hesitant at first because Rachel was acting calm and collective about all this, so she suggested on listening in on the phone call.
It only took three rings till someone picked up "Go for Puckerman."
"Puck, it's me Rachel."
"Rach!" Obviously he was overly excited that she may have his paints "Did you get them or you need back up?"
At the corner of her eye she could see Quinn's eyes widen "No need, but I do need you to tidy the place up, we're going to have a visitor today." Rachel prayed that Puck still remembers their secret code; all she's waiting for is the two coughs of conformation.
"Uh, yeah, sure thing, Rach." Puck signaled the double coughs and now the plan is in action. After she hung up, she quickly cleared the call history just in case Quinn decided to track that number.
"You're really taking me to your house." Quinn still baffled that Rachel is going through with this.
"It's the least I can do since," Rachel grabbed her bag from Quinn's hands "You brought this back."
They walked in silent most of the way to where Quinn wanted to be, she kept making conversation just so it wouldn't be so awkward around them, but Rachel would only nodded or have a short reply.
Rachel fought so hard to not start laughing right there and then when they reached her 'house'. "Wait right here, I have to warn them that I brought the police's daughter." Knocking on the door three times, she heard the sounds of metal unlocking. She didn't have any time to word out anything since a strong hand yanked her into the home.
"What the hell is she doing here!?" Puck hissed
Rachel threw the sack of paint and gave him a glare "She wouldn't give me the bag back unless she knew where I lived."
Puck stared at her blankly "I guess these code phrase aren't such a bad idea after all."
"Just stay calm and act like we live here," Rachel did a 180 around the room and it looked decent enough to fool someone that they've been living here "Where's Santana?"
"Working on the crawl space, just in case the cops shows up."
Rachel cracked her knuckles and put on her best show face "Show time."
Walking to the door, she saw Quinn still standing there like an idiot. Rachel signaled the blonde inside and offered her various drinks and snacks, to which she kindly declined. Thank god since they didn't have anything in their fake fridge, only condiments and tap water.
"Alright you now know where I live, you can go now."
Puck notice how tense and uncomfortable the blonde is looking, so he wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to make her squirm with disgust "What's the rush, Rach? A fine piece of ass can surely stay for dinner, right?"
Rachel eyes widen at his inappropriate comment, once she was about to open her mouth she notice he was trying to tell her something, he mouthed, "Look at her." and caught on quickly to what Puck was doing and played along "You're right Puck," She turns to Quinn "Stay for dinner. I'm pretty sure Puck would love to get to know you more."
Quinn was feeling scared now, there's that uncomfortable feeling at the bottom of her stomach, "Actually, I'm fine. I-I just wanted to see your house."
The brunette smirked and walked over to Quinn and placed an arm over her shoulders, feeling the muscles underneath her arm tense up at the contact, "You sure? You're looking a bit pale."
When Quinn saw that the boy with the mohawk took a step further, she ran towards the door and managed to unlock the locks in under 10 seconds then ran to the corner of the street. God, she felt so nasty the way he talked about her like she was some piece of meat. Now that she discovered their home, she took out her phone and dialed her dad's office number.
"Russell Fabray, what's your emergency?"
"Daddy, I need you," Quinn couldn't see it, but she can tell her father was already commanding his men to get the cars ready "I-It's those subway taggers."
"Where are you? Did they kidnap you!" His voice kept rising with every word he spoke.
"I followed one to their home, but now we know we caught them. Please hurry, we don't have that much time."
Russell had so many questions as to why she followed them and how she found them, but his little girl needs him right now. He asked Quinn for the address and told her to keep an eye on them, but to keep her distance.
Meanwhile inside their faux home, Rachel peaked out the window and watched the blonde's every move ever since she left the front door. When Quinn put her phone back in her pocket and stared at the house, she knew she called her idiot father.
"She called them. We gotta move."
Puck ran downstairs where Santana was working on their escape route, Rachel didn't wanna leave this place without a message that they'll never catch them. Searching for some paint or spray can, her eyes landed on a ketchup bottle; they never kept paint here, but it was worth a shot of finding some. She squirted a large amount of red goop onto her hand and smeared it on the walls.
Blue and red flashing lights appeared on the wall, she looked back and they were right outside. She cursed to herself for not arranging a playful prank, she took this time to go downstairs and escape.
The police broke open the door with their guns up, three of them searched up stairs and two searched the rooms downstairs. Russell came in with Quinn by his side, still angry that his daughter put her life in danger for him.
"Are you sure you saw them come in this building?"
"I know it! They-" Quinn's sentence cut short when she noticed red writing on the wall "They were here."
Russell followed Quinn's gaze to the wall, it read "Nice try, Fabray".
"How did they know we were coming?" The look on Quinn's face said so much, yet she spoke so little "Quinn, how did they know we were coming." He asked again more forcefully.
Regretfully, she answered, "I've been talking to them for a while."
"Why!"
"I wanted to help you! I saw what they did to you and I wanted to help."
His heart swelled the care and love radiating from his bundle of joy "You could've talked to me instead of putting your life at risk."
Quinn knew that, she just didn't want her father stressing out more than he already was, "Sorry."
Kissing the top of her head, he commanded all his men to leave the scene. By now the three crooks got away somehow. Quinn entered the backseat of the car and watched the house as she left, but not before seeing the tiny brunette appear from behind a building and waving at her with a smirk.
It's been a week since the house incident and neither girl has seen each other since then, till the weekend. Quinn has been swamped with homework and cheerleading practices that she doesn't have time to hunt down Rachel afterschool.
Thankfully the weekend is here and has no responsibilities on Saturdays. It was mid-afternoon and Quinn knows for sure that Rachel likes to come out and play when it's around 2 or 3 in the afternoon. She told her parents that she'll be going over to hang out with her best friend Brittany, but ever since that day with the taggers Russell has her on check and makes sure she's telling the truth.
When she reached her friend's house, she waved goodbye to her dad that dropped her off and went inside the home. Brittany came running down the stairs, excited that she has a visitor other than Lord Tubbington's friends from across the street.
"Okay so what do you want to do first? Watch bad movies or play a jigsaw puzzle?" She asked innocently.
Quinn sighed, feeling horrible for using her as an excuse to catch the taggers "Actually Britt, I have to find someone. I hope you understand."
"Who? Can I help?"
"Maybe next time." She lied, she just said that so she wouldn't have to stay here longer explaining to Brittany when next time will be.
Brittany hopped while clapping her hands "Can't wait!"
Quinn left the Pierce home and jogged her way to the underground station, by now she hopes that Rachel's there. Arrived, she noticed a couple of spray cans scattered all over the floor, that must be her. She looked around the area, but the tiny brunette was nowhere in sight; till the sound of a flushing toilet told her that she was here.
Rachel appeared from the bathroom "Quinn?" Furrowing her brows while wiping her wet hands on her jeans since the restrooms didn't have paper towels "I thought I got rid of you last week."
"I don't give up that easily."
Rachel smirked "Persistent, I like that about you."
"I get that from my dad, actually," Quinn spoke without even knowing it. She doesn't know why she shared that with the tagger, not like she cared about where she inherited it from "I mean, uh, I'm just determined that I'll catch you."
"You know, Quinn, this is probably the fourth time we met and yet you make no effort into tackling and handcuffing me. I understand the first time, since you were new to this, but the other times?"
"Not true, I confronted you in the market."
"Yeah and took out your pepper spray which you didn't use," Rachel stepped further towards Quinn "But I guess I scared you when it was the other way around, is that why you don't try anymore? Because you're scared?"
Quinn crossed her arms and scoffed "Oh please, you wish I were."
"Then tackle me."
"Excuse me."
"Tackle me," Taking a few steps back, letting herself be vulnerable "If you're not scared then show me."
'Oh fuck', Quinn thought as her heart started to pump a little faster. She could do this, it's like football, except she's never once in her life played that stupid, idiotic sport. She took a huge breath of air and puffed out her chest, once her feet took off running she couldn't remember anything else. It didn't hurt as she thought it would, only a pinch on her collarbone, but that was from the force she put on Rachel's shoulder. Quinn straddled the brunette's hips and held her hands above her head.
"Told you I wasn't scared."
"You're trembling."
"Still proved you wrong."
Rachel arched a perfect brow and with her hips she thrusted upwards causing Quinn to tip over. This was her chance to reverse the positions which makes Rachel on top pinning Quinn down.
"Even with a free-bee you still can't catch me."
Quinn tried to mimic her movements earlier, but it was useless, Rachel's stronger than she looks "I get the point, now get off me."
Rachel sighed as she removed herself from the blonde "For someone who's passionate about locking me up, you sure don't know how to put up a fight."
"I'm a cheerleader not a street fighter, so excuse my lack of self defense."
Rachel wanted to suggest helping her out with a few moves she picked up while being on her own, but she has to remind herself that Quinn is out to get her and she's Russell's daughter. All she does is shrugs her shoulders and says, "Sucks to be you."
"My dad's on the force, so it's not that bad to be me."
A roar of laughter erupted from the tiny body, Quinn just stared at her as if she was a mental patient "It's really bad to be you. Your dad probably has a tracking device planted on you."
"No he doesn't." Well...not anymore. He chipped Quinn's phone for almost a month till she lost her phone and he had to confess that he knew where it was, it wasn't a pretty day but at least she found her phone.
"Right, right.. You better get going, it's gonna get dark soon."
"And you care because?"
"I don't, I'm just saying with your lack of skill you can't handle the dangers that rise at six. I should know." Rachel's voice lowered at the end of her sentence, remembering that dreadful day when she got jumped just for being new to the area.
Quinn didn't want to push any further on why Rachel suddenly showed a second of vulnerability, all she did was warn her about catching her and then Rachel laughed saying 'Whatever'. She seriously needs to carry a handgun or handcuffs and stop going empty handed.
When she exited from underground, her face went pale and her heart stopped. Her dad alongside him was Brittany waiting in the cop car. 'Shit, Rachel', she thought as she bent over to pick up a few rocks.
Russell angrily shut his door and stomped his way to Quinn "What the hell do you think you're doing here?"
"To get fresh air."
"Oh really, then why did Brittany say you were meeting a friend?" He pointed to the taller blonde in the car, who looked so disappointed in herself.
"Well I was meeting a friend, her name's- LOOK OUT!" Quinn shouted causing Russell to turn his back. While his attention was somewhere else, Quinn threw the rocks that were in her hand to warn Rachel, hopefully she gets the message.
Down below, Rachel heard Quinn yell and rocks fumbling down the stairs. Worriedly, she checked out what was going on, the police car said it all and quickly ran back down. Collecting all her cans into her bag and hid inside the bathroom till the coast was clear. Did Quinn just help her escape?
"Why'd you say look out when no one was there!"
"I-I thought I saw someone."
Russell gave her a quizzical look and dragged her to his car, still not done with Quinn yet. The blonde just registered that she helped Rachel not get caught by her dad, in all honesty it was a reflex, she's done it many times with her friends in the cheer squad. Whenever the girls need some alone time with their boy-toys and want to use the girls locker room, Quinn would pull some strings and make it happen then she just stalks the halls incase Sue or a janitor is near.
This does not mean Quinn- even for a split second- cared about Rachel getting caught. It was just a reflex.
She hopes.