Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait :( I'm honestly trying to get better at this but with school, volleyball, and badminton it's pretty impossible. I've been writing in my spare time on my phone but it just doesn't feel right. I want to thank Illesor! :3 I love your PM's. Also thanks to everyone who reviewed, you guys are my inspiration! :D That and the author Simply Badass, (I don't think they read this, but you guys should read their stories!) they're so cute! and that's what made me hurry up and post this chapter tonight.
The next morning Rachel plopped into her seat with a smug grin on her face as the late bell rang. "Cutting it close are we?" Quinn smirked.
"Eh, it's just Spanish, and with Shue's teaching, no entiendo," Rachel shrugged, smiling at the way Quinn rolled her eyes at her. "Besides, I could learn more in one second with a raging than a whole hour with Mr. Shuester. You gotta love lady Snix." Quinn had no time to reply before Mr. Shuester walked in.
"Okay class, today I am going to assign a partner project with drumroll please," silence ensued. After an awkward cough, Mr. Shue said, "a hat draw."
"Shocker," Quinn mused, under her breathe. Rachel let out a snort, interrupting Mr. Shuester's explanation. In all of the years that Mr. Shuester taught at McKinley, project partners were chosen by one of Shuester's many fedoras. "Is there a problem, Rachel?"
"No, not at all, Mr. Shuester," she smiled brightly. Quinn smiled at her façade. He gave her a warily look before continuing.
"Well as I was saying, your task is to interview your partner in Spanish and you'll be presenting your knowledge of your partner next Friday. And since Rachel's clearly eager to start this project, she can go first," he stated as he placed a black fedora on her desk. Rachel pointed out the visible shine of hair gel that lined the inside of the hat to Quinn. She gagged in reply. Sticking her hand in, she avoided touching the hat as she pulled out one of the numerous pieces of paper. Scrawled on the piece was the name of the infamous Quinn Fabray. Holy shit, she thought, unable to believe her luck lately. God has laid a hand. She looked up and noticed that Mr. Shuester was waiting expectantly for her to announce her partner. "Oh, uh Quinn Fabray," she mumbled, trying her hardest to sound as nonchalant as possible but in her head she was going positively ape shit.
"Okay, so my place or yours?" Rachel asked, smirking at her.
"Yours," Quinn replies, rolling her eyes.
"So when do you want to start this thing?"
"As soon as possible."
"I know you can't resist me but we gotta take things slow babe," Rachel laughed.
"Oh, shut up," she replied, laughing a bit herself. "But, seriously I think we should start the project this weekend."
"Sounds good."
"So, Spanish today," Poppy smirked as she plopped down in the seat next to Rachel.
"Ohmygosh! I know right!?" Rachel grinned.
"What happened in Spanish?" Hannah asked.
"Rachel got partnered with Quinn today for a project," Poppy smirked.
"Seriously?! Jesus, Rachel, I can't believe your luck lately! Lord knows what I would do if I were partnered up with Adam," Hannah squealed.
"Gross, but I can't believe my luck either."
"Let's hope that luck lasts until our game against Jefferson." Remember how Carmel was Rachel's main rival? Jefferson was Hannah's main rival. One of the girls on her team stole her ex-boyfriend, Matt. The aftermath was not pretty. Hannah went through the depressing chocolate and sappy movies phase as well as the serial killer phase. Now she's looking for payback.
"Yeah, hopefully," Rachel smiled.
"So who did you get paired up with Poppy?"
"Just some guy named Brian.."
"Is he cute?"
"He's alright," she replied. Hannah looked like she wanted to question her more, but chose not to for Poppy's sake.
"When do you guys plan on starting the project?"
"Eh, I don't know, we didn't really discuss it much, besides it's not due until next Friday."
"Good thing I've got Quinn to keep me from procrastinating."
"Oh, I doubt that," Hannah smirked. Heh. Rachel let her mind wander to places that should not be appropriate for someone under 18.
"Fuck."
"Get it together!" Hannah hissed.
"You were thinking the same things about Adam!"
"Touché," Hannah replied, biting into her celery stick.
Serena and Sarah joined them, after finally getting out of the lunch line.
"Where's everyone else?" Rachel questioned, looking around the cafeteria.
"Gabrielle's in the library with Taylor and Mia, studying for a French test, and Madison is with her boyfriend."
"Oh," Rachel nodded, sneaking a glance over to Quinn's table. She was laughing at something Santana said, making Rachel feel all warm and fuzzy. "So, what do you guys think of the switch in plans for the cheerios at our games?"
"I think it's great, now they won't have to cut into our game time and I can go home early," Hannah smiled.
"Yeah, but it would've given us more time to warm up," Poppy replied.
"Actually, we wouldn't really because we can't exactly warm up if they're in the middle of the gym performing a routine or whatever," Sam pointed out.
"Good point," Poppy acknowledged. "What about you, Rachel?"
"What?" Rachel snapped her attention back to the conversation instead of on Quinn Fabray. "Oh, it's whatever," she shrugged. She snuck another glance at Quinn only to find her hazel eyes staring back. She blushed, and returned to the conversation in front of her realizing that they were now talking about various "cuties" at McKinley. She groaned, disliking the lack of females on their list of people. She wondered why Quinn was staring at her earlier, but stopped herself from contemplating further, deciding to just finish her lunch instead and soon after the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch.
Rachel sat in glee club with her front pressed up to the back of her seat and her legs straddling the chair, yawning as Blaine sang yet another solo. It's not that she didn't love Blaine or his singing, she was just tired. She somehow had to manage 8 hours of school, glee club, volleyball, homework, and 8 hours of sleep all in a span of 24-hours. Some days are shorter than others, but today was definitely not one of those days. She figured letting her eyes rest for a few seconds wouldn't hurt until someone poked her on the side. She glared in their direction, looking up to see Quinn Fabray raising her eyebrow at her. Her face immediately softened when she realized it was her. She also couldn't help but smile at the fact that Quinn was sitting next to her for once. She usually sat with Santana and Brittany but they were instead, sitting in front of the two with their pinkies linked between them.
"You're starting to snore."
"I am not!" Rachel hissed. "I barely started to close my eyes."
"Rachel, it's been ten minutes since you fell asleep." So she's been watching me, Rachel smirked.
"No it hasn-" Rachel shut up once she realized Blaine wasn't singing anymore, instead Mercedes had taken his place. "Oh." Rachel was about to question her on why she knew how long she'd been asleep for just to tease her but the room had erupted in applause after Mercedes had finished her song.
"That was beautiful, Mercedes! And since we don't have a theme this week and there are no other volunteers, we can cut practice short for today," Mr. Shuester smiled, already putting on his coat and hat, while holding onto his briefcase.
Yes! More time to play volleyball, Rachel thought. She slung her gym bag on her shoulder and was about to leave but a soft hand had wrapped around her wrist. Jesus Fucking Christ, Rachel breathed, loving the icy tingle she felt whenever Quinn touched her. It was pretty rare for Quinn to touch her, so she couldn't help but spaz out whenever she did.
"I'll see you tomorrow?" Quinn questioned. Brittany and Santana were flanked behind her, also waiting for Rachel's response.
"Yeah, uh, you know where I live?"
"Actually, no," Quinn frowned, not realizing she had no idea where to even go.
"Santana knows," Rachel replied. "Uh, I'll see you at around 10?"
"Sounds good," Quinn replied, giving Santana a questioning look as Rachel left.
The next morning Rachel woke to the sound of someone giggling. She lifted her head to see Quinn staring down at her from the doorway. The way her eyes widened when she saw her only made the blonde laugh even harder.
"What are you doing here so early?" Rachel croaked; her morning voice sexier than ever to the cheerleader.
"It's 10:30, and your dad let me in."
"Oh, Sorry," she murmured, sliding off the bed. It was Quinn's turn to gape when she saw that Rachel was in nothing but a sports bra and boy shorts. Rachel blushed when she realized that Quinn was staring at her. She walked over to her dresser and pulled on a pair of basketball shorts.
"Are my dads still home?"
"Uh, actually no your dad was just leaving when I got here," Quinn replied. She shrugged, "Wait right here, do you want anything to eat?"
"Nah, I ate before I came here."
"You sure?"
"Positive," Quinn confirmed. Rachel gave her a wary look before trotting downstairs. She grabbed a breakfast bar and a bowl of fruit salad from the fridge as well as two bottles of water before running back up the stairs.
"Here ya go," Rachel said, tossing a water towards her, and offering her some fruit.
"I said I wasn't hungry, Berry."
"Whatever, if you want some, have some," she muttered before biting into her breakfast bar. "So what exactly do we have to do?"
"We have to interview each other with the questions on the paper he gave us and type it out as well as record it," Quinn explained.
"So where should we start first?"
"We can translate the questions onto Word and then we can record and answer them."
"Cool." Rachel hopped onto the bed, patting the spot next to her for Quinn while sliding her laptop out from underneath the covers of her bed. "What kind of questions do we got?"
"Just your usual interview type, like favorite color and such. Nothing major, it's still the beginning of the year." Rachel nodded and opened up her laptop.
For the next few hours they worked on translating each question, totaling 20 questions per person. It was going to be a long interview but that didn't sound like a bad thing in either of their opinions.
Eh, I really didn't like this chapter in my opinion. It was pretty boring. I know where I want to go with this story but getting there is bleh. I'm sorry about that... heh. I'm trying really hard to devote my time to this story! I had intended to make this chapter longer in exchange for the long wait but I wanted your input! I know most of the questions I'm going to use for the interview but I want to know if you guys have any questions I could use for the interview. Once again, I hate this chapter but I promise the next one will be better. Thank you if you still continue to read this story after this chapter!