Chapter 4

The Chase

She was breathing heavily as she ran after her partner. She really needed to get back into shape like when she was in high school. It wasn't as if she was a terrible runner now but she was nowhere near her level when she had been a cheerleader at William McKinley High School, she had even been captain despite her young age. Where was her Cheerios spirit now? Certainly not with her now as she ran and breathed the cold night air in harshly. She ran as fast as she could after her partner as they both ran after their suspect. They were running through neighborhoods and people's backyards as their prime suspect ran for his life, for all he was worth. He was showing the international sign of guilt the moment they spotted him lurking in someone's front yard. They had been looking around the neighborhood for signs of him when he just ran for it and then the chase began. And that was how she came to where she was now.

Rachel was much faster than she had anticipated her being, especially considering her short stature. She, apparently, had a quick reaction time and started after him before Quinn even registered that he was running from them. It was only a split second later that she started running after Rachel as fast as she could. Rachel, in that split second reaction, was already a yard ahead of her or so when she started reacting and running after them both. She hadn't been anticipating such a move so suddenly but Rachel appeared to be ready for anything as she ran at top speed after their suspect with speed that even Sue Sylvester would be impressed with considering her height. She was apparently someone who kept herself in very good shape from what Quinn could see and she found herself thinking of Rachel with newfound respect.

If not for the fact that they were running in a neighborhood they would have pulled their guns out to maim him. But because they were in a neighborhood it wasn't safe for them to even take them out of their holster just in case they went off and a civilian was hurt. It may have been dark but they didn't know if there were children camping outside of their homes or if there was someone working on something at night despite the low visibility. They couldn't risk hurting someone because that would be a casualty when there shouldn't have been any risk of one and it was against protocol to do something so dangerously risky. Neither could afford the risk of hurting a civilian on the off chance that they were outside in their backyard for whatever reason.

Quinn was desperate to catch him because this was the man potentially responsible for so many deaths and she could not let him get away. There was no reason she could think of as to why he would run if not this one thing, this one obvious thing; he was guilty. They had to catch him and make sure that nothing further happened, no more bodies came up. He was the reason she came into this field, became an officer of the law. She became a police officer because she wanted to do something, to make a difference in this world. She wanted to do good by catching those who were doing wrong; she wanted to make the world a better place for those living in it. It was her passion to find the wrong doers and put them somewhere most of them would never come out of again for what they had done. She wanted to bring justice to the innocents that criminals hurt by doing evil things to their loved ones. She shook her head and concentrated on her breathing and running.

She knew that when she got home today she would definitely start running on her treadmill again because this was a ridiculous chase. They had been running for at least ten minutes to try and keep up with this guy and they were still trailing behind him by several feet under a yard because he had several feet as a head start before them. He had been about a yard away when he started running as fast as he could away from them. He was a thin man and he was fast, his height only helping him in escaping.

There was a burning in her lungs and thighs, her heart was beating quickly, her breath was coming out in quick, short puffs of air as she ran after this man with no name. She was just a few feet behind Rachel now as she urged herself on. She tried to control her breathing even more so now so she wasn't panting as harshly and out of control. She didn't want her defect to become a problem during this crucial time, during the chase after someone who had a guilty conscience. She was just a few steps behind her now. She was gaining on both of them as the chase continued on. Quinn tried to channel her younger, cheerleading self, and pulled ahead of Rachel in a matter of moments and she lunged at their suspect, landing on top of him in a heap. She managed to jam cuffs on him before he could get out from underneath her slight frame. He struggled despite the fact that she had him pinned underneath her.

Rachel came up just behind her panting only slightly from the 18 minute run, "You're coming with us to the station for an interrogation." And with that she knelt down to help Quinn with the struggling man. He was moving around desperately to get try and loosen their strong grip on him so he could continue running until he was free of them but they held on tightly. They weren't letting him away after he had them chasing after him for nearly 20 minutes because he gave himself away by running in the first place. "Let's go Fabray." And with that they walked back the way came and it was a long walk back to where they started.

When they got back to the station he was moving desperately, almost hysterically. He hadn't been calm in the car but he hadn't been this frantic either. It was like he had just had the realization of where they were taking him because he was absolutely frantic with his need to get out of their custody. They held onto him tightly to make sure he couldn't run away from them as they walked him to an interrogation room. They were sure they had garnered some attention because of his frenzied behavior as they brought him into the station and finally sat him down in an interrogation room with a burly police officer stationed in front of it. "Make sure he doesn't run away Karofsky. We're counting on you to watch him and make sure he doesn't leave the station while we go file a report." Rachel had said with authority in her voice as they left Interrogation Room A behind.

The moment Rachel sat down at her desk Kurt Hummel seemed to materialize from out of nowhere next to her. "Well that was quite an entrance you made there if I do say so myself Rachel Barbra Berry." He took a moment to appraise her before he spoke again, "you sure do know how to make quite an entrance, looking all bad-ass while handling a hysterical suspect on one arm and having the blonde bombshell Quinn Fabray on the other. I think you just made the best entrance in all of this police station's history just like that. You should have seen how everyone was looking at the both of you while you dragged that hysterical man in. I didn't know handling suspects and criminals could be sexy but you just proved me wrong." And Kurt was entirely right because justice just became sexy with the way Quinn and Rachel had dragged the frantic man in, looking like they were just walking down a runway the way they had been walking. He struggled and they barely batted an eyelash in response to his frenzied movements.

"Daaaaaaamn girls!" Another voice coming from a desk spoke this time. "You two looked more like models walking a catwalk than cops apprehending a suspect and bringing him into the station for questioning you know? You two sure know how to make heads turn!" Mercedes voice was heard easily in the bustling station because that woman knew how to throw her voice around.

Quinn's face was impassive and so Rachel felt it was up to her to speak for the both of them. "We were just bringing in an apprehended suspect Mercedes, nothing more nothing less." Rachel felt completely flattered though to hear such compliments coming from the other two divas in the station. It wasn't everyday one was told that they made an entrance and appeared to be cool and model-like in the way one walked into a police station … especially not with a bombshell like Quinn Fabray. "I do appreciate the sentiment however Kurt and Mercedes. Maybe in a past life Quinn and I were models and it reflects somehow in this life?" Rachel wasn't sure where she stood with reincarnation theories but she was absolutely fascinated by the subject and how the theories came about from millennia ago. She was particularly fascinated by the Chinese mythologies behind it and the folklore she'd read about them. She was particularly fascinated by the red string of destiny that Mike and Tina had told her about. Having a destined lover sounded so romantic and Rachel loved romance, if her secret collection of romance novels at home was any indication.

Quinn actually snorted, managing to do so gracefully somehow, and commented on it, a rare thing for her to do, "I think someone has been spending too much time around Mike and Tina. They are the only ones who talk about that after all … it is part of their culture and all I suppose." Quinn added the last part as a spoken thought.

Rachel wasn't sure what she thought about how Quinn said that she was spending too much time around Mike and Tina. She decided to not take offense to it though. "They have such interesting things to talk about Quinn. How can I not listen?" Quinn, for her part, just rolled her eyes and walked to her desk without another word.

Rachel and Quinn were both utterly frustrated. This guy wasn't talking even though it had been over an hour since they first started questioning him and kept looking forward at the table even as they questioned him. "Tell us why you ran from us like that now, please!" Rachel nearly yelled. They were both getting impatient with this silent man. He had run from them in the first place and they were both almost absolutely certain that he was who they were looking for because his face matched with the sketch well.

He finally looked up from the table and he said slowly and softly, so softly Rachel and Quinn had to strain to hear his words, "I'm not who you're looking for." He said no more after that. There was an almost deathly silence that followed what he had said because they were both stunned that when he chose to speak that was all he said.

"If you're not who we're looking for then why did you run from us. You had us chasing after you like the death hounds of hell were on your heels. If you aren't guilty of what we think you are then why did you run away like a culpable man? Running away from the police is the universal sign of guilt after all. At least tell us why you ran if you're not who we're looking for." When Quinn was met with silence she brought out her HBIC Fabray persona. "I know you know who did it." She hissed out in a voice that had shivers running down the once stoic man's body. He visibly flinched when she came to stand next to him to speak in a soft, deadly voice, "I know it wasn't you because of the panic you showed when you saw us. You knew we were on your trail … or rather the trail of the person you're protecting." She hissed, sending more shivers down his spine from how dangerous and absolutely lethal her voice now sounded. "You're only hurting yourself and your loved one more by doing this. You're allowing innocent lives to be taken away before their time is up. You're just as bad as a murderer even if you're protecting your family." Quinn had sensed that this man was telling the truth when he said he wasn't who they were looking for but she also knew from what information they had on him that he only had one family member: his sister. There wasn't anything in her file that reported her as a schizophrenic but Quinn suspected that she was.

The suspect, Harry Malone, gulped passed a hard lump in his throat at the mention and emphasis on the words innocent and murderer. He stiffened at the mention of his sister, his body language giving him away more than his words. "I … I-I don't know what you're talking about." He stuttered out nervously. He was so obvious it was almost painful to watch. It broke Rachel's heart a little because she understood the need to protect one's family fiercely no matter the consequences. She wanted to show empathy but she knew she couldn't so she sympathized instead to gain this man's trust.

"Look Harry," she said softly, "I understand your need to protect your sister. She's your only family … but you can't let this continue on, you can't keep helping her and protecting her like this. She's hurting other people because of her untreated schizophrenia from what we've gathered. Allowing her to continue on this destructive path is only going to hurt her further. We can help her if you help us by cooperating so she can get the help she needs. She's mentally ill, she needs help. Don't you want to help your sister in any way you can? She's your only family and the only way she can get help is if she comes in. The legal system can send her to a mental hospital so they can help her." Rachel paused to let all of this set in, for him to take it all in. "We aren't trying to hurt her. She needs help that she isn't getting right now. Please, please tell us where she is so we can find her. I promise that we will plead for her case, that we will find her the help she needs … all we need now is your help and cooperation." Rachel implored gently. It seemed to work and he nodded his head slowly silent tears flowing down his cheeks slowly.

He finally looked up from the table and looked right into Rachel's eyes and she was struck by how sad and broken he looked. There was resignation in his eyes and she looked back with a sympathetic gaze. Quinn had since backed off to stand beside him instead of leaning in to hiss into his ear with that dangerous voice that frankly frightened him. He nodded. When he spoke his voice was soft and trembled with the weight of his words, "o-okay … I … I-I'll … I'll tell you … just … please make sure that she … she isn't put in jail … she … she doesn't belong there. I tried to help her and for years … for years she was okay. For years she hadn't shown any symptoms because she was taking her meds … but … for some reason she just stopped or forgot or something. It was six weeks ago when I first noticed that something was off with her … it was … she was talking to herself, having full conversations with herself. At first I would only hear her say something once in a while and I thought she was just saying something to herself until it became full conversations. I don't think anything started happening until maybe two or three weeks ago though … the killing I mean to say. I was looking for her when you saw me because … I wanted to stop her this time before something happened. I don't know where she is right now but I … I'll tell you where the other bodies are. I've been looking for them and leaving trails for other people to notice them." He was silent for a moment before he spoke up again, "am I going to go to jail?" He asked with a quiet voice, vulnerable.

Quinn and Rachel exchanged glances and they spoke a silent language with their eyes alone. Quinn answered when they finished their few seconds communication, "we'll plead your case because you were cooperative and also because you tried to stop your sister. For that we can at least guarantee that you won't be in for obstruction of justice or accessory to murder. I'm afraid that's about all we can do for you. Your sister … she will most likely be sent to a mental institute to help stabilize her and get her on her meds again. She wasn't in the right state of mind when she committed these murders and she will be tried as such. Unfortunately she will have to go to trial no matter what but hopefully they will understand your situation and let you off easily. You … I understand that protecting one's family is something that takes a lot of courage." Quinn had no inflection when she spoke but there were emotions swirling in her eyes when she spoke that Rachel could see. "Good luck to you Mr. Malone."

The moment they were on the other side of the door Rachel advanced. "Why did you have to speak to him so harshly Quinn? It was absolutely unnecessary and a bit cruel of you to do that. I'll admit if he had been a criminal it might have been more appropriate and acceptable but he's … he's just a civilian! He's a poor man who was just trying to protect his only family. Your behavior at the end of it was much more appropriate and gentle at least. I understand that I'm new but you scared the poor man so much I think he might have been ready to pee himself in fright of you. I've never seen this side of you before Quinn. You've been unreadable and unapproachable but never … so frightening." Rachel was quietly admonishing her in a way that made Quinn's temper flare the slightest but she didn't visibly show it.

"Sometimes you have to throw cold, hard facts at them to get them to talk. Sometimes the only way to make someone talk is by telling them what they're doing, how they're hurting others. In some cases it might sound cruel but what they're doing is worse by withholding information. They're silence gives another family a body to bury Berry. Remember that." Quinn then pushed passed her without another word, her face hard and impossible to read.

Rachel stood completely thrown and dumbfounded by what had just transpired between them. Quinn … she had never spoken to her like that before, so frankly and briskly. Rachel didn't know what to make of it because she had thought that the blonde was kind if not a bit guarded. She had no idea what to make of this … chat, talk, word, interlude? She just knew that there had never been a situation like this between them before and she didn't like it.

They were the last ones in the station now that Santana, Brittany, Mike, Tina, Kurt, and Mercedes had left. They had been there the longest other than the two now alone in the police station. Rachel couldn't take the silence anymore and asked the question that had been plaguing her mind since their … 'talk,' she would go with, earlier. "Quinn … why do you … why are you … what I mean to say is … you didn't seem like yourself earlier when we spoke. You're normally much gentler and kinder when you talk to me. You don't have that cold, hard edge like when you talk to other people … mainly Finn, Puck, though sometimes you do show a certain fondness for him, Sam, Mercedes, Kurt, Mike, Tina, and Finn. Sue is your boss and you don't give her the cold shoulder but at the same time she doesn't receive the warmth that Brittany and Santana do. Will is like a father figure to everyone here from what I've seen of everyone so there is a distinct difference in the way you treat him but you don't give him quite the same warm as Brittany and Santana. You hold everyone at a distance that you aren't willing to bridge and the station's psychologist agreed with me when I spoke to her last about you. I only asked her if she felt that you were guarded in passing," Rachel added quickly at the look of shock that passed over the normally stoic blonde's face.

There was absolute silence for a time as Quinn just stared at a spot on her desk and her face was pensive. There were both silent for several moments before Quinn finally bridged the silence and spoke up. "So what you're trying to figure out is … why I was so cold to you earlier and why I am so distant from others around me other than Brittany and Santana? That's what you want to know?" Rachel nodded her head in the affirmative once and silence followed that sentence. Quinn looked impassive as she sat opposite her partner. Rachel couldn't read a single emotion on her face because it was so smooth and emotionless, a perfect mask that Quinn had perfected easily having grown up in the environment she had. For a few moments longer the silence persisted and Rachel become more and more uncomfortable in the silence she felt she created. "Why are you trying so hard to analyze me? Why are you so interested in figuring me out?" Quinn's voice held no intonation whatsoever, not a single inflection for Rachel to go off with. Quinn was leaving Rachel in the dark in more ways than one.

"I'm not … trying to figure you out per se … I'm just … I'm completely mystified by you. You're an enigma and I can almost never read your emotions. The only time I've really, truly communicated with you was earlier in the interrogation room. That was the only time I was truly able to understand you and that is because you put the fortress with terrifying mythical creatures guarding it, a moat, dangerous creatures of the sea, and a barrier over that guarding your emotions. In order for partners to work well together they have to be able to understand each other and read each other's every thought, emotion, and mood. I … I'm going to be frank with you; I can see why your past partners left you. You were too hard for them to figure out and it makes people uncomfortable when they can't understand why someone does what they do. If they never see emotions from another person they grow uneasy and they can't find it in themselves to be around someone so completely unapproachable, cold." Even throughout Rachel's speech not a single emotion flitted across the apathetic blonde's face.

There was another uncomfortable silence between them yet again as Rachel tried to read something, anything, on the blonde's face that might give away what she was thinking. Rachel absolutely hated silence more than anything else and right now the silence was killing her. "Stop analyzing me," Rachel let out a small gasp at the unexpected voice. She had thought that the blonde wasn't going to respond entirely and so the sharp, hard voice commanding her surprised her greatly. "I'm not your patient, I'm not a mentally ill, and I don't have any problems that you need to try to fix … so … stop analyzing me." Though the blonde had emphasized certain words in the sentence her tone didn't inflect anything nor did her face give anything away. "I'll tell you this much though since it might quell some of your … more pressing questions and help you realize that I really don't want you to try to probe me … I don't trust anyone unconditionally. The only people who are close to me and almost have unconditional trust from me is Santana and Brittany." She paused before she stood from her seat, "I'll be going now. Have a good night Berry."

Rachel was left in a stunned heap, unsure what to make of this talk they had. Quinn didn't trust her … didn't really trust anybody for that matter. Did that mean that she didn't even trust her family? She hadn't mentioned them in the circle of people she trusted so that had to mean something. Rachel didn't really think she was trying to pry … but perhaps that was how she was coming off to the blonde. She would have to apologize when they saw each other tomorrow. Quinn had implied that she did have problems earlier and Rachel had picked up on that immediately. With her eidetic tonal memory Rachel couldn't help but remember every word she had heard pass by Quinn's lips. It was a burden on Rachel, not being able to forget a word anyone had ever spoken to her. Some things people could forget she could not un-hear certain things in her life which she wish she could bleach from her memory … a particular night when she came home to her fathers for one. That was a night that she was unfortunately scarred with for eternity.

Why did it seem like just when they started to gain some grounds in terms of getting to know each other Quinn pulled away, as if burned by the mere presence of another? Quinn had opened up to her just a five days ago … but it seemed like for every step forward she took with Quinn … she ended up taking five back in understanding the complex blonde. The one thing she knew for certain about the blonde's disposition was that she was an analytical person. She was constantly analyzing every situation, every spoken word. Sometimes she would spend so much time analyzing her face actually showed that she was thinking instead of the smooth, aloof mask she put on whenever someone else entered the equation. There were times when it almost seemed like she was going to open up but then she would pull away again, defenses becoming ten times stronger. What was it that had Quinn so scared? Why did Quinn seem so hell bent on not having anyone figuring her out? She had all of her friends and coworkers figured out like the profiler she was. Yet in the same turn she wouldn't let anyone else analyze her, get to know her … just become someone she trusted.

Rachel packed up her things and left the empty station for her quaint apartment. When she started her car her own voice could be heard singing her go to song: Don't Rain On My Parade. Her soft but strong melodious voice soothed her as she drove back to her apartment. By the time she got back to her apartment the songs Cry, Defying Gravity, Don't Cry For Me Argentina, Here's To Us, and Roots Before Branches played out. She had everything on her CD in alphabetical order other than Don't Rain On My Parade. That song would always be her number one so it was reserved as the first song on any CD she made for herself. And after that first song she had everything in alphabetical order because her slight OCD wouldn't let her do things any other way.

She walked into her apartment and was greeted by her best friend and boyfriend and a sight that shocked her to her very core. "Rachel! I … I didn't know you would be home so early … this isn't … this isn't what it looks like!" But it was far too late. Rachel had run out of the apartment at the sight that beheld her when she came home. She was so disgusted, so absolutely torn and disgusted. She couldn't believe that he would do that to her. The image of him with his head thrown back in pleasure while some guy sucked him off was burned into her mind. She knew that it had to be because she wouldn't have sex with him. She refused to have sex with anyone of her past boyfriends because she wanted to wait for the right person. She did on occasion do something else for him however: blow jobs. She never allowed it to go further than that though and the only reason she was comfortable with that was because she had no gag reflex … that coupled with the fact that she had amazing breath control made for a happy Jesse St. James.

Her boyfriend hadn't been honest with her even though they had been together since high school. She had heard rumors in high school that he had been with other guys before her but … he had denied that he was attracted to men. Now she knew differently. He had lied to her for so many years and now she couldn't help the feeling of crushing heart ache she was feeling. She drove aimlessly until she found herself back at the station. She didn't want to go to her father's house because she didn't want them to know. They had told her time and again that she shouldn't trust him because they knew there was something he was hiding from her. They couldn't tell her what though because they themselves didn't know what it was exactly but there was something about him that they just couldn't trust. Now she realized that it must have been their gay-dar going off because they were both gay men. They must not have realized that he was gay, or bi, on a subconscious level but must not have connected the dots together.

She had just been sitting in her car when she heard a knock that startled her out of her thoughts. She gasped out loudly, nearly screaming, and turned to the passenger side of her car. She struggled to see who it was in the limited light but she knew who it was after a moment. "Quinn?" She whispered. She pulled her passenger side window down. "What are you doing here Quinn?" Rachel asked hesitantly, uncertain and so very sad.

Quinn just looked at her for a moment before she answered with something Rachel didn't recognize in her voice, "why are you crying in your car all alone?" Rachel looked away from the hazel eyes questioning her. She was just silent for a moment before she spoke up again. "I … I'm … s-s … I'm … sorry about earlier. I came back because I wanted to apologize for my behavior earlier." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, almost as if apologizing pained her. "You don't have to te—"

"—my boyfriend cheated on me … with another man." She uttered out the first part of her sentence quickly and the last part was muttered softly, a defeated admittance for the brunette. "I … I don't want to go back to my apartment because he'll still be there. I know he won't come looking for me here since he'll probably think I've gone to my father's house. This will be the last place he'll think of to look for me. Well he doesn't know where to look for me since we're new to this part of the city. I … I don't want to see him ever again … I should have known that he was too good to be true … he was the perfect best friend. He … would always compliment me about how I looked when I dressed up and things like that. He's good at cooking, he knows how to clean around the house, he knows how to dress well … he really was just too good to be true." Rachel looked down at her hands; lost in the feelings of sorrow she was drowning in, feeling stupid for not realizing sooner that something was wrong with her relationship with her boyfriend. He had never initiated kisses with her, he always avoided touching her intimately even if it was just holding hands, he never reacted when she dressed in front of him … there were just too signs she didn't take the time see.

There was silence between them for a time, a comfortable one for once, before Quinn's soft, smoky voice spoke up, "it's not your fault. I can see on your face that you're blaming yourself for never picking up on the little things that should have shouted something at you, screamed that he wasn't into you. There is something that happens to be a fact of life: there are always little things that people don't pick up on the little signs in life, that all lead to big lies when loved ones are involved, when they're involved. I … I know what a shock it can be when you realize that they've lied to you for so long about something you questioned occasionally because you sensed it. It just so happens that sometimes they don't mean to lie and just don't know how to tell you something so difficult … so heavy and draining, and so they lie to you to protect you. He probably didn't know how to bring it up and he might not have come to the realization until after a long while after you started dating. I'm not trying to say he should have hidden it behind your back at all, not at all. I'm not trying to excuse him for his infidelity … I'm just trying to explain to you that this might be why he didn't tell you immediately. He must have been insecure and unsure." What Quinn was saying made so much sense to Rachel and she almost felt sorry for Jesse but … after what she saw and would never be able to forget she knew she wouldn't be able to forgive … yet.

Rachel nodded her head in understanding and acceptance. "I … what you say makes sense to me and … I think I understand what you're saying. He … well he first started dating me my senior year of high school and there were a lot of rumors going around that he was gay then. He had dated a few other girls before he dated me so I thought nothing of it but they were persistent so one day I asked him if there was any truth to it and he told me that there wasn't. He told me that there was nothing I should be worried about and I believed him. I brought him home with me before so my fathers could get to know him and there was something about him that they didn't like … well didn't trust I should say. There was something about him that confused them. I guess it was their gay-dar since they are gay men after all. There was something in their subconscious that told them not to trust him but they didn't realize it on a conscious level because if they did they would have told me. So now I'm going to stay here and sleep in my car since I don't want to go back to my fathers right now." She put her head against the steering wheel of the car but her head jerked up abruptly and she turned so quickly she nearly gave herself whiplash at what the blonde standing outside of her car said.

"You can stay with me if you want to Rachel." She also noted that Quinn had used her first name as opposed to the formal 'Berry' as was the norm for the police. It wasn't protocol to call each other by last name but it was something that most of the police did as principle. "I mean … if you don't have anywhere to stay then you can stay with me. It's not a big deal since you're my partner and you need a place to stay." It was singlehandedly the kindest thing Quinn had ever done for Rachel and Rachel could sense that though her apology was difficult she really did sincerely mean it.

She wanted to say so much but there was only one thing she truly needed to say. "Thank you." And that was all she needed to say because Quinn understood.

Quinn tipped her head in acknowledgement before she spoke again. "Do you want to ride in my car or do you want to drive in yours separately?" She tilted her head to the side in question and Rachel found that to be the most adorable thing she had ever seen Quinn do. It was somehow endearing to see her tilt her head like a little confused puppy.

"I think I'll drive my car if you don't mind Quinn. Thank you for the offer though." Rachel said with a smile. Quinn shrugged and walked over to her car and they were on their way to Quinn's house.

They had no idea what was waiting for them when they had to spend the night together. There was one thing for certain though, they would both be unsure around each other and things would most likely be awkward between them. Things would definitely stay interesting between them though, Rachel was sure of it.

So here's the fourth chapter and my sincerest apologies for the wait. I've been working on another fanfic lately so I have to split time between writing these two stories. I'll at least update once every two weeks instead of once a week now because I'm working on this other story called Losing Your Memory. Please check it out if you're interested in seeing what's keeping me from writing new chapters weekly.^^

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