A/N: Thanks once again for all of the kind reviews, keep them coming as it keeps me motivated when writing the sequel to this. Thanks to IceQueen and faberrydragon for your reviews as I could not PM you.
On with the update:
Rachel's POV
After the day I spent with Quinn, Brittany and Santana the past few days have been increasingly boring. I find myself feeling at a particular loss today. My Dads are both at work and our house has never felt so big and empty as it does today. After running on my elliptical, taking a shower and then making a new playlist of my ipod I am now torn between lazing outside or having a movie marathon. I glance outside at the grey skies and let out a sigh.
Movies it is.
I walk into the kitchen to grab myself a drink and a small lunch when there is a knock at the door. Grumbling to myself I make my way to the door and throw it open expecting to see our delivery lady with a package for my Dads or something but instead am greeted by the nervous smile and hazel eyes of Quinn Fabray.
"Quinn!" I greet in surprise but give her a wide, genuine smile.
"Hi." She smiles brightly. "Sorry, are you busy or anything? I shouldn't have just shown up." She apologises awkwardly.
"No, no." I tell her quickly as I usher her in. "Please, you are sparing me from the boredom that is my own company." I reassure her with a light laugh.
"Somehow I doubt your company is ever boring Rach." Quinn smiles sweetly at me and I feel a faint flutter in my chest at her compliment.
"So to what so I owe the pleasure?" I ask as I lead her into the kitchen and offer her a drink.
"I wondered if you wanted to do something, like hangout or something?" She asks awkwardly.
"Bored too huh?" I tease as I take a sip of water, enjoying the icy smoothness as it cools me from the inside.
"I wanted to see you." Quinn says in a gentle tone, her eyes intense and honest. I beam a bright smile at her.
"Well I have nothing better to do so I guess you can stay." I tease her with a little nudge in her side and smile as she lets out a giggle.
"I am going to make you pay for that Munchkin," She grins mischievously as she pulls some DVDs from her bag. "I brought some movies for us to watch."
As we make our way into the living room I rifle through the selection she brought with her. They are all horror movies.
Oh no. She didn't. But didn't I tell her that I hate horror movies?... Oh my God I am going to end up in her lap or something equally mortifying.
"Quinn, I don't like horror movies." I tell her gently, trying not to make her feel bad after she went to the effort of bringing the movies over.
"I know." She grins wickedly as she pulls out a movie and places it in the DVD player.
Wait, what?
"But, then why...?" I ask and cringe at how pathetic my voice sounds. Quinn chuckles and pulls me over to sit beside her on the sofa.
"It will be fine Rach, I'll protect you." She gives me a reassuring smile but I find myself not feeling all that reassured by it. "And if you are really good we can watch some Disney movies later so that you don't have nightmares tonight." She teased with an affectionate smile.
Quinn's POV
I am officially pathetic.
As Rachel clutches at my hand and buries her head against my shoulder I find it really difficult to care. I really am just asking for trouble coming over like this. As soon as she made the comment that night at mine about horror movies and ending up in my lap I knew that I would end up coming over eventually. I managed to resist for a few days, distracting myself by spending time with Santana and Brittany but they are both busy today. As such I spent all morning trying to talk myself out of coming over to Rachel's but in the end my desire to see her won out.
I can practically hear myself purring at the feel of Rachel's warm breath puffing against my neck. Every breath causes the fine hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end and I have to fight the little shivers of pleasure that are running through me.
"Oh thank God it is over." Rachel sighed, relaxing her grip on me.
"Huh?" I ask, shaking myself out of my daze. I glance at the screen and sure enough the titles are now rolling. "Oh. I'll put another one on." I say quickly, scurrying to change DVDs in the hope that our little cocoon will not be lost.
"Can we take a break?" Rachel pleads with wide eyes. "I think my heart needs a break from all that pounding." She chuckles as she pokes her tongue out slightly. I watch as her tongue gently swipes over her lips before disappearing again.
Mine too, mine too.
Rachel's POV
I'm not even sure what is happening on screen any more. A zombie jumped out a short while ago and my head has been buried back in Quinn's neck ever since. Judging by the sounds coming from the screen the action is currently in a lull but I still refuse to move from my current spot. Taking a few breaths I smile against Quinn's skin.
How is it possible that she even smells pretty? Wait... am I really sniffing her? I am pretty sure that oversteps the friend boundaries by some distance. Still... she just smells so good.
I let out a content little sigh and smile again as I feel Quinn rest her head atop mine and loop an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to her.
"Is this okay?" She whispers softly.
I reach my arm over her stomach to rest on her hip in a gentle hold as I nod in response.
"This is nice." I whisper back, afraid to break the moment.
"Mmm." She agrees sleepily and I feel my own eyes drifting closed at the sound.
A short time later I am awoken by a soft shaking of my shoulder. I open my eyes blearily to see the amused face of my Daddy.
"Wakey, wakey sleepy head." He teases as Quinn and I both stir from our slumber. As Quinn's eyes open sleepily I can't help but think how adorable she looks. She frowns slightly as she stretches and then as her eyes land on my Daddy she suddenly tenses slightly and moves away from me. I pout at the sudden loss of warmth and scoot back over a little.
"Daddy, this is my friend Quinn." I introduce as I reach over to hold her hand in what I hope is a reassuring manner. Quinn shoots a confused and anxious look at me.
"Oh, you are in Glee with Rachel right?" My Daddy asks politely.
"Umm yes." Quinn answers nervously as she glances at me again, her gaze questioning. "It's nice to meet you sir." She smiles as her face relaxes slightly, her upbringing suddenly coming through.
"Please, it is Leroy." He smiles kindly at her and Quinn smiles back, seeming to genuinely relax a little.
"Are you staying for dinner?"
"That would be lovely." Quinn answers politely and I can't help but feel impressed at her impeccable manners.
"We are just going to go and watch another movie upstairs." I inform my Daddy, sure that Quinn will appreciate escaping the company of my fathers for a time.
"So what are we watching?" Quinn asks as she perches on the edge of my bed. "Or was that just an excuse to save me from the parents?"
She is so astute, I am not used to that.
"It was a part save and part fulfilling your promise," I chuckle as I hold up two movies. "It's Disney time so what will it be- Lion King or Beauty and the Beast?"
"You can't be serious?" Quinn asks looking genuinely mortified. "How is a girl supposed to choose between two epic movies?"
"Epic?" I giggle.
"Don't mock," She scowls as she waggles a finger at me reproachfully. "They happen to be two of the greatest movies of all time."
As I continue to giggle at her she pouts cutely and I find myself wanting to wipe the pout from her pretty face in a way that makes me feel a little warm.
"How about we watch one tonight and you will just have to come over again to watch the other?" I offer.
"Deal." She grins. "But you have to decide which one we watch tonight." Her grin widens triumphantly.
"You are a wicked, wicked woman Fabray." I laugh as I pop in the Lion King and make myself comfortable on my bed and Quinn settles down beside me.
As the movie that I know so well starts I find my attention turning to Quinn instead of the screen. I am delighted by the smile on her face and how she mouths along to the songs the same way that I usually do. As she sings along to "I just can't wait to be King" I am struck by how her sleep hair from our earlier nap looks like a mane and I chuckle to myself.
"What?" She asks as she looks at me with a confused expression.
"Lion Quinn." I giggle as I ruffle her hair. Quinn lets out a belly laugh and wraps an arm around me in an easy hug.
We both give our attention to the rest of the movie as we cry and laugh and sing together. As I take in my friend's joyful expression I realise that it really can be this easy for us.
Friends. I smile as the happiness warms my heart.
Quinn's POV
"What's with you?" Santana asks as she looks at me with a contemplative look.
"Nothing." I reply nonchalantly as I fight against a small smile and fail miserably.
"Bullshit Q, you have been wearing that little smile all day. Oh my God did you finally tap that sweet Berrilicious ass?" She asks gleefully.
"San!" I almost choke on the drink that I foolishly just took a sip of.
"I'll take that as a no." She actually looks somewhat disappointed by that. "But something has put a smile on your face. Come on, out with it."
"Well... I did spend the day with Rach yesterday." I smile, "But we just hung out." I add hurriedly as I see a flicker of something on Santana's face.
"And that's all?" Santana asked disbelievingly.
"Well... there was some... snuggling." I admit with a flush of embarrassment.
"Snuggling?" Santana sniggers.
"Shut up! Why do I tell you anything?" I moan pathetically.
"Bitch please, you love me. Besides you know that I of all people get what you are going through. I know Q, okay?"
"I know." I whisper as I shift awkwardly in my seat.
"You like her?"
"Yes." I admit is a rush of breath.
"So what are you going to do about it?" She asks with a raise of her eyebrow that could rival my own.
"Nothing!" I reply in horror.
"What?" She asks incredulously. "Why the fuck not?"
"Because... I want to be her friend San. I don't want to date anyone."
"So?"
"So? I want to be her friend. Just her friend. If I act on... other things, it will ruin that."
"Not necessarily." Santana shrugged. "I mean, how does she feel about it?"
"I don't know." I shrug. "And I'm not going to ask."
"Pussy." Santana grumbles. "You are your own worst enemy sometimes Q. You could have it all you know, I see how the midget looks at you. She would totally be up for a friends with benefits arrangement with you."
"Yeah coz that always works out so well." I roll my eyes.
"It can." Santana answers defensively.
"Uh huh." I scoff sarcastically.
"Hey, leave me and Britts out of this we are discussing you and the midget." Santana practically growls at me as her temper begins to flare.
"Stop calling her that." I yell back, Santana's anger automatically putting me into defence mode. We glare at one another for a few unnerving moments before I roll my eyes and back down with a slight chuckle.
"Sorry." I mumble.
"Sexual frustration much Q?" Santana teases and I roll my eyes again. "If you want my advice,"
"I don't." I butt in.
"If you want my advice," Santana says again as she ignores me completely, "If you're not gonna get all up on your midget you are gonna have to be down with some self-love. You hearing me Q?"
I stare at Santana in horror as all the blood rushes to my face. Santana cackles riotously at the mortified expression on my face.
She has a point though.