Chapter 6

It seemed like Rachel would have a lonely Saturday morning and she knew she should've been used to it by now. Her dads often had to go to work before she woke up and often had to cook her own breakfast. She would have asked Santana to join her but Brittany may have stayed with her last night, plus Santana is not a morning person.

So, instead she took a shower and dressed before cooking. She didn't cook that much for herself and finished with her breakfast before she had even realized it. Rachel put the dishes in the dishwasher, but before she could turn it on the doorbell sounded throughout the house.

Rachel went to the door and saw someone she didn't expect to see "Quinn?"
"Manhands-I Mean Rachel." Quinn correcting herself and sounding sincere about it shocked the diva. "Can we talk?"
"Um...sure.."Rachel stepped aside and let the blonde in. She led Quinn into the den and took a seat on the couch. At the brunette's gesture the Cheerio sat across from her.

"What do you need to talk about?" Rachel asked, suddenly nervous.

"Your sudden friendship with Santana."
Rachel sighed, "Quinn, I'm not blacking mailing her."

"Then what is it? How the hell can she be your friend over being my friend?"

"Is that why your always staring at us?"
Quinn chewed on her lip and sighed, "Look, I know I'm not the nicest person in the world, especially to you, but I've known Santana for four years. I miss her. Brittany too really...she took Santana's side and hasn't spoken to me much."

"Not to be rude but that's your own fault." Rachel pointed out.

Quinn sighed, "I know. I'm a horrible friend okay? I got caught up in the popularity and keeping my reputation and I didn't realize how much I actually valued my relationship with Santana until it was too late."

"I understand that you miss Santana but why come to me?"
"I want to be sure you aren't tricking her or using her to your advantage."
"My advantage?"
"You're not getting slushied anymore, Rachel. The jocks have completely left you alone."
"I swear to you on everything I own that is Barbra Streisand that I am not doing anything to hurt Santana. We did meet when we were younger and we drifted apart."

"Strangely I believe that. I guess I could ease up with the name calling."
Rachel smiled, "I would appreciate that."

"Well...that was all I needed. I guess I'll go. I'm sure you have things to do."
"It's 9:30. You can stay if you want. We can talk, get to know each other."
"I already know you."
"Yes, but you never actually tried to really get to know me. You only know the basics of who I am."

Quinn raised an eyebrow, "You want to be my friend?"
"I believe everyone deserves a second chance, Quinn, but I understand that you wouldn't want to be seen with me in public though."
Immediately Quinn felt like crap. The whole time she'd known Rachel she had been nice no matter how horrible the blonde was to her. If Santana is her best friend maybe she's not that bad she thought.

"No. NO. I guess we can try being friends. It can't hurt."
Rachel smiled widely, "Really?"
"IT can't hurt. Just don't make me regr-" Quinn was shocked into silence when Rachel quickly pulled her into a hug. After a moment the blonde returned the hug.

Before the girls knew it the clock read 1:00pm. Quinn, so far, was not regretting her decision. She and Rachel had been talking for the majority of the time. Quinn was actually starting to like the diva. At one point they had turned on the T.V and a movie trailer played.

Quinn asked, "Didn't you see that last night?"
"Yeah, but how did you know?"
"Well, Brittany called me last night, all excited because you got her time with Santana."
"Oh. That was really nice."
"They missed each other and Artie's being an as-well let's just say he is not on my Christmas list right now." Rachel said.

"You must be mad if you almost cursed."
Rachel started to answer but was cut off when her front door opened and slammed. A familiar voice rang out, "Star! Where are you?"
"In the den!"
Santana smiled and walked into the room, the smile morphed into a scowl as she entered, "What is she doing here?"

"Don't you ever knock?" Quinn asked.

"Quinn and I are trying to be friends." Rachel stated.

"What? You're her friend? No, you can't!"
"And why not?" Rachel stood and crossed her arms.

"You know what she's done to me What she's done to you!"
"Yes, but I believe in second chances, Santana."
Quinn stood and moved closer to the Latina, who glared at her, "Santana, look, I know I've been a bad friend lately and I'm sorry. I want us to be friends again."
"No way." Santana growled.

Quinn frowned, "But I gave up my spot on top of the pyramid."
Both brunettes gasped, though Santana's was followed by disbelief, "You wouldn't do it the other day."
"I know, but then I realized being your friend is more important than that."
Santana furrowed her brow in thought, "I have kind of missed you..."
"Just give me a chance."
"You really gave up Head Cheerio?"
Quinn nodded. "Yes."
"Okay Fabray. I'll give you another chance, but if you screw up again you won't get another chance."
Quinn gave the Latina a big smile and a tight hug, "You won't regret it, San."
Slowly Santana's arms wrapped around the blonde as she muttered, "I hope not."