A/N: Day 7: Roommates…wow this week went by really fast…can't believe this is the last one…anyway, I hope you enjoy. This takes place in New York and the cast is either in their junior or sophomore year of college. So let's go.

"Honestly, Santana," Rachel exclaimed. "I'll be fine! It's one semester, you go enjoy California with Brittany!"

"You still are getting a roommate."

"Santana, go, you're going to be late. I'll be fine, I swear, I don't need a roommate."

"Berry," Santana groaned as she saw Rachel drag her suitcase closer to the door.

"Go," Rachel ordered. "Brittany's already there and she's waiting for you."

"But that's a L.A. and Kurt's in Paris for a few months! And you're stuck in Brooklyn!"

"It's not that sketchy...and I survived here before."

"You had Kurt!"

"He's gay, Santana!"

Santana looked stumped, "But he was still a guy."

"A guy who's less intimidating than me," Rachel pointed out. "Why are you so stubborn...are you afraid for me? Are you worried about me?"

"...yes," Santana meekly answered. "I just want you to be okay."

"I'll be fine," Rachel smiled.

"You need a roommate."

"No."

"Yes!"

"Not gonna happen."

"Berry don't argue with me."

"Honestly, Santana," Rachel exclaimed. "I'll be fine! It's one semester, you go enjoy California with Brittany!"

"You still are getting a roommate."

"Santana, go, you're going to be late. I'll be fine, I swear, I don't need a roommate."

Just then a knock on the door was heard.

Santana smirked: "Too late."

"Surprise!" Quinn grinned watching Rachel's eyes widen. "I'm your new roommate!"

"Quinn?" Rachel asked. "But how? Yale is not that close..."

"Studying the semester at NYU's theatre department to complete my second major of drama."

"This is amazing!"

"I know," Quinn smiled.

"I've missed you," Rachel whispered.

"Me too," Quinn sighed into the hug.

"Rachel," Quinn called. "Where is the cereal?"

It'd been a week since Quinn moved in, and after attending class for the first week, Quinn was tired out. Rachel on the other hand couldn't wait to explore the city with Quinn and not in the typical tourist places and spots to visit, but much more common and fun. However, Quinn still didn't know where everything was so Rachel had to lend her a hand.

"Left cupboard above the microwave," Rachel answered finishing her shower.

"K, thanks," Quinn munched on her cereal. Turning around the blonde almost dropped her plate coming into visual contact with Rachel in very short shorts and a bra. "...morning Rach."

"Good morning Quinn," Rachel smiled. "Sleep well?"

Coughing Quinn blushed, "Yeah…you?"

"I slept like a baby."

"Cool…um Rach?"

"Yeah…"

"Did you forget something," Quinn signaled to her outfit.

"Oh shit," Rachel cursed, looking over herself. "Fuck, sorry…I forgot you're not used to this…let me go change."

"Wait," Quinn paused. "I don't mean to make you change your routine…but since when do you curse?"

"Please," Rachel laughed taking note of how Quinn's eyes lingered on her abs. "After living with Santana for about two years, it's kinda hard not to."

"Course…and," Quinn waved her hand again. "Being comfy like that?"

"Oh, this was all Brody," Rachel replied.

Quinn made a face: "Brody? Your gigolo ex-boyfriend?"

"The one and only," Rachel agreed. "He taught me how to be comfortable in my own body."

"Oh…" Quinn mumbled taking another spoonful of her cereal.

"Yeah…he's an alright guy," Rachel commented. "Not my boyfriend material, but a nice guy nonetheless."

Quinn absentmindedly nodded, clapping her hands at the stiff silence that encased them, Rachel excused herself.

"Well…I'm gonna go change," Rachel stated. "Let me know, when you're ready to go."

"Quinn," Rachel laughed. "No…the house is this way…"

"But Rachel," Quinn giggled. "That says Queens…we need to go to Brooklyn."

"Oh…" Rachel slurred. "Santanaaa normally brings me home when we get drunk."

"Well Sss," Quinn drawled. "Iss she's in Caliiii."

"I know."

"I know you knows."

"Okay," Rachel chuckled. "You're much morre drunk than I thought you'd be."

"Not," Quinn hiccupped. "No I'm not…at least I don't think I am."

"I need to get you home," Rachel mentioned as the train, going to Brooklyn, pulled up. Dragging themselves inside the pair took seats on the empty wagon.

"Rach," Quinn mumbled, her face buried in Rachel's neck.

"Yeah, Quinn," Rachel sobered up at the very close contact.

"Mm," Quinn drowsily spoke, "mm, you smell nice…and you're comfy…"

"Haha, thanks I guess?"

"…yeah…Rach?..."

"Yeah Quinn?"

"I lo-," Quinn muttered and Rachel leaned in farther her heart beating a bit fast. "…I'm glad I'm with you…"

Slumping back, Rachel whispered to the sleeping girl, "Me too, Quinn…me too."

"So ShortStack, how's it going?"

"It's good…as you can tell, I'm still alive," Rachel whispered, her hand playing with Quinn's locks.

They'd gone out for a couple of drinks the night before to celebrate Quinn's end of the semester. It still blew Rachel away that the Yale student had been living with her for about four months now. She'd gotten daily emails from Santana and weekly ones from Kurt asking about how she was. It was comforting to know her friends did care. Sighing, Rachel changed the phone to fit between her ear and shoulder as she pulled the covers further up her blonde friend. Even those four months that had seemed so long were now about to end, Santana and Brittany would be returning in two weeks and Kurt would be back in two and half, which meant Quinn would be leaving after winter break right after they all got back.

"Rachel? Why are you whispering?"

Rachel shook her head, Santana had no tact. "Quinn's asleep."

"Holy shit! You guys slept together!"

"No…we went out last night and Ms. Ivy League had one to many drinks, so I'm assuming she's sleeping off her hangover right now."

"Oh…that is so not as fun as I thought it'd be…"

"Why did you think Quinn and I had slept together?"

"Berry…you've had a crush on her since junior year."

"Actually end of freshman year, but how'd you know?"

"Please, I've known since forever! 'You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen.' 'Keep holding on' was totally for Quinn. 'Do you not understand how much you mean to me?' Oh and let's not forget: 'But you're a lot more than that.' It's practically impossible to not know."

"Okay," Rachel sighed. "Fair point."

"Aunty Tana is always right…third Mexican eye Berry."

"Yeah…yeah…wait if you've known, did you set this up?"

"Maybe?"

"Santana!"

"Rachel, you need to tell her. She's not gonna wait forever."

"She's straight."

"She's Quinn…and we both know she is far from straight. Please you stopped talking to both of us when you found out we slept together."

"You hurt Brittany."

"You were jealous."

"So what if I was! You hurt Brittany."

To enthralled by her conversation, Rachel neglected to see Quinn start to wake up.

"So you admit it?"

"Yes god dammit, Santana. I was jealous that you had slept with Quinn."

"Thank god…Hummel owes me dough."

"You made a bet with Kurt?"

"Yeah…and Berry, you and Q better be together by the time I get back or else I'm gonna owe Hummel a shitload of money and favors if I wanna get out of drama month filled movies."

"I'd say I can't believe you'd do that, but that'd be a lie…"

"So? When are you making your moves?"

"Santana…I'm gonna say this kindly butt out."

"BERRY YOU NEED TO TELL Q YOU LOVE HER!"

Quinn stared at Rachel through half open eyes, still a bit tired and annoyed at the thump in her head. She could make out certain words from the other side of the line, but not much. Rachel was standing near the screen door, her back turned to Quinn.

"I came close…" Rachel stated. "About a month ago we went drinking…shut up…and we were both drunk on the way home…she was gonna say something before she fell asleep. I was gonna say something, but you know…no I am not a coward!"

"Okay fine…you want to know what I was going to say," Rachel exclaimed raising one hand up in the air, Quinn laughed quietly at Rachel's dramatics. "I was gonna tell her, that I loved her. Yes, I was ready to confess my love for Quinn Fabray on the train while we were drunk…but I didn't…"

All Quinn could hear was pounding and not the type she'd get from hangovers.

"Yes…I can't ruin my relationship with her…I'd rather be her friend than nothing at all."

Standing up, Quinn needed to talk to Rachel.

"Look, Quinn just got up, I got to go…I'll call you later, bye."

"Hey," Rachel smiled softly. "You feeling okay?"

"Yeah," Quinn replied. "How long have you been up?"

"A few hours…"

"You should've woken me up."

"You were tired."

"Who were you talking to?" Quinn asked as the pair sat down in front of the t.v.

"Santana," Rachel answered.

"What did she want?" Quinn questioned, would Rachel lie to her?

"Annoy me, you know, the usual," Rachel mentioned. Was Quinn scooting closer?

"Hey Rach?" Quinn whispered her head now millimeters away from Rachel's.

"Yeah?" Rachel mumbled her breath caught in her throat.

"Where you ever gonna tell me?"

"Tell you what?"

"That you like me…" Quinn mentioned.

"Like you?" Rachel commented. "Never."

Quinn felt taken aback and was about to slip away when Rachel's hands wrapped around her neck. Their lips met in the middle and they both saw fireworks.

"Now love…" Rachel drawled out, not separating her lips that much from Quinn's. "Well that's a whole other story…"

"Kurt…it's Rachel *And Quinn* and Quinn…we just wanted to let you know, you owe Santana money when you get back…have a nice trip, miss you, can't wait to see you, love you…*I thought you loved me!* I do, Quinn come back…Bye Kurt, see you soon, have a safe trip…"