Quinn finished the rest of her song and resumed her seat. All we did was exchange glances for the remainder of the time left. After that they all headed to Santana's car.
They fell into easy conversation and then into an easy silence. Whatever had happened in Glee still weighed on the girls' minds, but they didn't let it sway them. Santana kept throwing them looks through the rearview mirror that they didn't see, and she'd snicker every time she saw them shyly smile.
Quinn's Point of View
I finally just let my thoughts consume me and looked out of the window. Rachel was smiling at me, but that could mean anything. It could mean that she was embarrassed that she picked up on why I sang the song. It could mean that she picked up on the reason and felt the same. Hell, it could even mean that she thought I was singing it to someone else and she was jealous.
Wow. I give myself way too much credit.
Before I could just completely drown in my own head I decided to break the silence. "So, San. Are you picking us up again tomorrow?"
She chuckled before she replied. "Tomorrow's Saturday, babe."
"Oh." This weekend snuck up on me, so I didn't have any plans. Also meaning that I hadn't talked to Rachel to put something together like we usually did. "Did you guys…want to do something or?" I asked looking between Rachel and the other two.
"Actually, B and I already have plans. But, we could meet up with guys later. Have a sleep over or something?" Santana suggested.
I looked to Rachel, to see if that was okay. It'd become a habit, I don't really know why. But I always like to let Rachel's opinion weigh on my decision.
"Um, yeah. That sounds fine. Do you want to come over tomorrow morning Quinn? My Dad's will be leaving early and we could just hang out. Make pancakes and watch movies until we have to meet up with Santana and Britt." She smiled at me, suggesting the idea even though we're together almost every weekend if not all.
"Sure, Rach. Sounds good. Be over at 7?"
"Of course." We smiled again and Santana cleared her throat.
"We're here Berry." She said putting her car in park.
"Alright. I'll see you girls tomorrow. And Quinn?"
"Yeah Rach?"
"I'll see you then."
"Okay." I smiled at her as she closed the door and went to Brittany's window.
"You guys will text me the details tomorrow?"
"Sure thing, Rach." The other blonde said.
"Alright, bye guys! Text me, Quinn." And with that she walked to her front door and Santana took off.
"Oh, Quinn." She drew out, and Brittany laughed.
"Shut up." I said, but I couldn't hold back my smile.
Rachel's Point of View
I was listening to my iPod when I felt my phone vibrate. I'd obviously missed the first few times it had because when I checked it I had 4 new messages. 2 from Finn which I just deleted without checking, one from Santana, and the last one was from Quinn.
She checked the Latinas first so she could save the best for last.
Did you like the song? –S
More than you will ever know. –R
Ha! You'd be surprised. –S
…care to elaborate? –R
Fuck no! We're sleeping over at my place tomorrow cause my parents are out for the weekend. 9 o'clock Berry! Be late and my girl Britts will be upset. Make her upset and I end you. –S
Wouldn't miss it. See you then, Bitch! –R
Whatever, whore. ;p –S
How our relationship reached playful banter status I do not know. But I actually kind of like it. Lopez is actually a nice person once she's not being a complete dick to you.
I smiled liking what our friendship had come to and then remembered Quinn's text. Ha! Like I had ever forgotten. I just had to play it cool.
7 o'clock, 7 o'clock. Where arth thou, my dearest 7 o'clock? –Q
Excited to see me, Juliet? –R
You're damn straight, Romeo. –Q
Oh, shit. Well…you know what I mean. –Q
It's fine, Quinn. (; -R
A winky face? What the fuck Berry? Are you trying to make this child run away? Child. Quinn was anything but.
So do you need anything from the store before tomorrow? I know you've got some mad shit baking schedule forming in your head. –Q
Um…actually I think we're covered. Unless chocolate chip pancakes aren't still your favorite? –R
You know me well, Rachel Berry. Sprinkles or whipped cream this time? –Q
Both?(: Oh, actually could you pick up some Sunny D? We're out and our breakfast just wouldn't be complete without it. –R
You're the only American I know who doesn't like orange juice. –Q
(: -R
Fine. Do you want to go together in the morning or should I pick it up on the way? –Q
On the way. –R
See you then, Rach. –Q
And with that I put my phone down next to me and continued to hum to my iPod. I thought for a minute.
So… -R
Yeah, I'm on my way. Meet me in your driveway and we'll go to the store? –Q
You know me so well, Quinn Fabray. –R
Ha. Be there in 10.(: -Q
I threw on a pair of jogging pants and a long sleeve t-shirt. It was almost 11:30 so I figured Quinn wouldn't be in anything fancy either.
Sure enough as Quinn climbed into my Land Rover she was wearing a pair of sweats and white t-shirt.
"You have a weird obsession with driving my car." I noted.
"What? It's all the more space to fill up with junk from the Dollar Tree. And before you even give me that look, you drive like 5 miles an hour. And I don't want to mistaken for a rape van when we're passing any houses."
I scoffed and rolled my eyes, she just giggled and turned up the radio. We didn't say anything for a few minutes, until we reached a stop sign and I threw my door open.
"Rach, what the fu-" she started, but I interrupted her.
"Chinese fire drill!" I yelled as I ran around the car. She followed me with wide eyes and I threw her door open. "Get out."
"No, Rachel Berry. I refuse to do this with you." She said, but she still wore a goofy grin on her face. I raised my eye brow, challenging her. A useful skill I'd picked up from Santana might I add. She groaned and unbuckled. Swinging her legs out she sulked to the other side.
"Move it, Fabray!" I yelled again as I got into the car. She then ran to the passenger side.
"So why the sudden switch?"
"You criticized my driving. So, I'm here to prove you wrong." I explained. Gripping onto the wheel as tight as I could. "Hold on tight."
"Rachel, no. Rach!"
But it was too late, I'd already floored it. Taking the first curve at a dangerously fast speed. I slowed down when I figured she was on the brink of a heart attack though.
"I fucking hate you Rachel Berry."
"Aww, but I thought I was your Romeo?"
"Oh, shut up." She said, rolling her eyes. But again, she still had that grin on her face. I pulled into the Dollar Tree first, remembering that Quinn had mentioned it.
"So what are we getting here, Juliet?" I asked. She smiled at the joke and answered me.
"I figured we'd get a bunch of useless crap for tomorrow. There shall not be a dull moment!" I just laughed at her and we made our way inside.
Quinn's Point of View
We'd filled our buggy up with the most pointless things. There were bubbles, clay, sparklers, popsicle sticks, and everything else people would never need.
"Oh! This!" Rachel exclaimed picking some generic tiaras and glow stick wands.
"Ha! Put them in." I said gesturing towards the cart. She continued to walk ahead and I picked up 6 or 7 more packages of glow sticks and threw them in. "This is going to be something else." I mumbled to myself.
"Regular balloons, water balloons, some weird cheap Japanese hand puppets, and wrapping paper." She said coming towards me with all of those things in hand.
"Are we insane?" I asked. She seemed to ponder it for a minute.
"Hmm…yes. But I think I might just like it."
"Me too." I jumped up in the buggy make a race car noise, parking it next to the check out. The guy gave us a strange look and we both just raised our eyebrows.
He rang us up and the grand total was $97.
"Holy shit! Only we could spend $97 at Dollar Tree on the dumbest things." Rachel laughed.
"Hey! Even if, we're gonna have a blast with all this crap."
We pulled up to Wal Mart and we both dived out of the car.
"Race you!" she yelled, already running. I started off as fast as I could, coming up close behind her.
"No fair, Berry! You cheated!" I picked her up around the waist and spun her around.
"Qui- put me down! I know now such thing as me cheating!" I put her down and scoffed, grabbing a buggy.
"We're only getting like two things. Why do we need a buggy?"
"Get in." I told her. For a moment she looked like she would protest. But then she broke into a smile and hopped into it. "Good girl." I said as I patted her head.
"Go forth, Master of thou's chariot!" she said in a mock british accent. I just laughed and did as I was told. Once I gained enough speed I jumped up on the bar again like I had done at the Dollar Tree. We just started laughing until I couldn't even bring myself to push the cart anymore.
"Oh gosh, Rach." I sighed as I whipped my eyes. "You gotta get out. Let's go get your Sunny D." She just continued laughing but eventually stood up. I put my hands out to help her and she took them. Once she was on the ground we only dropped one pair of our hands, leaving the other two holding each other.
We picked up the Sunny D and a bag of Harvest Cheddar Sun Chips. Once we had checked out we walked up to the RedBox- not wanting to watch the same old movies over and over again.
"Lets see…" Rachel mumbled to herself.
"Oh! That one!" I pointed as she passed by Contagion.
She looked at me for a second. "Okay, that fills the creepy movie department." She mused as she put it in the buggy. "Um…what about…The Smurfs?"
I laughed. "And that fills our animated children's movie department."
"Meh." She scoffed, but still added it into the cart. "Oh! Love Actually. I beg of you."
"Sure, I heard it was good. Oh! Rach…" she looked at me for a moment. I looked at her and gave her a little smile. "Paranormal Activity 3…?" I drew out, practically begging.
She thought for a moment. "Fine. But the lights are staying on. We'll watch that tonight." I continued to look straight at her. "Okay, okay. One light stays on." I clapped and smiled, knowing that I'll end up getting my way in the end anyways.
She purchased the movies and we drove to her house, stopping to get two sweet teas at McDonald's.
We finally had every bag in the house before I realized her dads were both already gone. "Where are your parents going that they had to leave before 3 in the morning?" I asked.
"Oh, they're going to New York this weekend. They decided to drive, so they had to leave extra early. What in God's name possessed them to do so, I have no idea."
She went upstairs to grab her comforter and two pillows. She set them up against the couch and scooted the coffee table out of the way. Her living room had a flat screen hanging on the wall opposite of the couch above the fire place. Then to the left of the couch were two sliding glass doors.
"Do you want anything?" I asked from the kitchen, grabbing me a glass of water.
"You. In here. Now, because these previews are even scaring the shit out of me."
I chuckled and walked into the living room, setting my water on the end table. She had left a lamp on and I walked over to turn it off.
"What do you think you're doing?" she asked from her position under the pink comforter then engulfed her from the waist down.
"Turning off the lights."
"But Quinn! You promised! One light gets left on." I just looked at her with my eyebrows raised. "I won't watch this movie. I'll just go sleep upstairs or something."
"Oh really?"
"Fine." She relented. "But when I have nightmares and cry whilst watching this movie, it's all on you."
"Hmm…I think I can live with that." I said as I clicked the light off and got underneath the comforter next to her. She swatted me playfully and I giggled. "You ready?" I asked with the remote in my hand, going to press play.
"I hope it's worth feeling like shit for."
"Oh, it is." And with that I clicked play.
We were a good ways into the movie, and every time their makeshift camera-fan-pivot thing would turn Rachel would hide her eyes.
"Holy shit!" we both yelled in unison. Rachel hid her face in my shoulder as I willed myself to calm down. I wrapped my arm around her, trying to get her to calm down too.
"I hate you Quinn Fabray." She said, being muffled by her position.
"Yeah…I think I hate me too."
She looked back up at the screen but we never dismantled from each other. My heart was racing and there were butterflies in my stomach. I was too caught up with looking at her when the next thing happened on screen.
She screamed and buried her head in me again.
Oh crap. She can hear how fast my heart is beating now.
Maybe she'll just think I got scared too.
"Quinn." She whined. "You weren't even watching. Now I've gotta be all scared and scarred for life by myself."
Shit.
"Well. We could always rewind it."
"No! No. That's quite alright." We fell back into silence, the only sounds being the movie and our occasional screams.
When the movie ended we were more than grateful.
"I'll never be able to look at my grandma or another old lady the same again."
"I know. Me either…" I said, still dazed from the end of the movie. I got up to switch it out, but she held me back.
"No. Don't go. I…I mean. Let's just see what's on T.V. instead." I just smiled and leaned back again, never letting go of the smaller girl. We must've looked through the guide 3 times before we decided on an episode of Full House.
Rachel's Point of View
When I woke up we were in the same position as we had been the night before, only we were both lying down instead of being propped up. The moment I stirred so did Quinn.
"Morning sleepy head." I said.
She started stretching before she opened her eyes and looked over at me. "Good morning fraidy cat." She teased.
"Whatever. Do you wanna make pancakes now or continue to taunt me when you in fact, screamed just as much as me."
She seemed to ponder this for a moment before she relented. "Fine. Leggo." She said pulling me up with her hands after she popped up.
We made the pancake batter, successfully throwing spoonfuls onto each other. Getting Bisquick all in our hair. We, skillfully might I add, made pancakes into the shapes of hearts and even one- a dog.
"I am the God of Pancakes." Quinn said in a gladiator voice.
"What was that Mr. Governor of California?" I finished in the same voice that she had.
We both just laughed at our own antics. "Open up." She said and I complied, letting her feed me a chocolate chip pancake heart.
"Damn, Fabray. We can cook."
"I can cook." She corrected. "You can watch and make a mess."
"Whatever."
Quinn's Point of View
We were on the couch again, Rachel snug against me. We'd taken to the position after we had watched the movie last night. We still wore tiaras on our head and all the lights were off and the blinds drawn, glow sticks were discarded everywhere. The T.V. was the only thing on and we were both close to sleep, worn out from jumping around the house playing games like 7 year olds with all of the stuff we bought yesterday.
Rachel had started to doze off when our phones went off.
"Ahh!" we both screamed. The movie last night had obviously taken it's toll. My blood pressure started to ease back to normal when I checked the message.
I know y'all are having fun or whatever, but if you're not over here in 10 me and Britt will be over there. –S
I rolled my eyes before typing out my reply.
Sorry, San. We were just dozing off. We'll be there as soon as we can. –Q
Ohhh, dozing off? What were my girls doing over there?(; On second thought, maybe Britt and I will come over there anyways… -S
Can it, you perv. We just watched a scary movie and didn't sleep to well. See you soon. –Q
Wait? I thought you weren't over there until 7 this MORNING. Sleep? –S
Do you want us over there or not? Nothing happened. Calm your ass. –Q
Fine. Be late at your own risk. –S
I didn't plan on replying so I just threw my phone to the side. It didn't register until just now that we hadn't showered and we had pancake batter all over us.
"Shit." I mumbled.
"Do we go dirty or should we shower first?"
"Um…just change and wash up?" I suggested.
"And rinse our hair."
"Okay, that too." And with that we both got up and made our way to her bathroom.
Okay- so I came back home and wrote this. I'm really into this story, so there will probably be more soon. Hope you guys are enjoying it.(: