A/N: Chapter 3, hooray! I had the first half written a couple of days ago, but have literally only just had the chance to sit down and do it all properly. The chapter title in this case is from 'The Lion King'. I tell you that because it's just so relevant it's not even funny. Look it up if you don't remember and I'm sure it'll all come back to you.

Also, whoah, Glee's second season starting, huh? I will refrain from saying anything. For now, this story only gives spoilers to the first season, not the new one!

And finally, in this chapter there is another pairing. BaQuinn. The best ship ever.

Chapter 3 – Are Ya Achin'?

Later that evening Quinn was sitting in the kitchen of Puck's house glaring mutinously at the fridge. She didn't like to hate entire groups of people, but right now she really hated Jews. All she wanted was some bacon. Was that really too much to ask? She huffed and puffed and stormed from the kitchen with the resolve that she didn't need bacon anyway.

No less than two minutes later she was in the same position as before, staring at the fridge again. What kind of a religion purposely made you suffer the lack of beautiful, tasty, nutritious bacon? It was unthinkable! Unfathomable! If anything, bacon should surely have its own religion. Baconism. Quinn would be its most devout follower. Only if it didn't conflict with Christianity, however. Was it possible to be a believer of two religions simultaneously? At that point, Quinn's musings were interrupted by Puck.

"'Sup, MILF?" He asked as he looked her up and down lewdly. Quinn rolled her eyes with practiced precision for the maximum amount of irritation to be shown.

"'Sup, Pig?" She countered, then winced when her mind instantly jumped back to the thought of succulent bacon. Bacon...

Stupid baby hormones making me crave like a mad woman! Quinn cursed mentally.

"I'm going out," She spat at Puck resolutely and glided from the kitchen leaving Puck feeling incredibly confused as to what was so fascinating about the fridge and what he'd done wrong to incur her wrath this time.

Quinn stepped out of the front door of the Puckerman household and realised she actually didn't have a plan for what to do next. She had simply fled the scene for fear of what she might have done had she not stopped thinking about bacon. Although... Puck's mum would never know she had eaten any bacon if she didn't do it in the house.

The idea was planted now, and she began to scheme and plot as she sat on the front porch, her hand absently rubbing her belly.

"It's okay, baby," She cooed to her stomach, "we're going to have bacon really soon..."

She had grown impatient when planning and had decided to go ahead with the first step of her plan and wing it from there.

Ten minutes later Quinn was marching up and down the aisles of the grocery store growing almost hysterical when she could find no bacon. She knew she was being ridiculous, getting so worked up over food, but she just couldn't seem to stop herself, else she might cry or attack someone, or maybe even both.

There it was. One solitary pack of lonely looking bacon, gazing forlornly up at Quinn, begging to be eaten. It lay abandoned between the sausages and ham, and Quinn plucked it from its place and cradled it lovingly in her arms. She closed her eyes in contentment and felt all the panic within her drain away.

"Quinn?" A voice questioned. Quinn froze, gritting her teeth in frustration. She whirled around, fire in her eyes.

"What do you want now, Anshel?" She growled. Rachel paled slightly and gulped. It had been a while she had really made Quinn this angry without any provocation.

"I resent your insinuation that I am a transvestite, Quinn. But that is clearly not what I am here for. I was actually just doing a bit of grocery shopping when I saw you – um... caressing the bacon..." Rachel eyed it warily, as though it could attack her at any second. She gave the same look to Quinn, although most of her anger seemed to have died down now. Now, instead, she was back to near hysteria as she realised she had obtained the object of her desire, only to be affronted by the cruel fact that she had nowhere to cook it.

She was silently weighing the pros and cons of eating the bacon raw then and there, but decided against it as it would most likely just make her ill, and make her seem even weirder in front of Berry than she probably already looked, and plus, it probably wouldn't taste anywhere near as good as when it was fried to crispy perfection.

Rachel worriedly noted the drool at the corner of Quinn's mouth and decided that the ex-cheerleader was completely insane. She certainly looked it, with her eyes all mad, and her mouth all slack jawed.

"Um, Quinn, you're scaring me a little. Are you alright?" Rachel asked, wring her hands together and shifting nervously from foot to foot. Quinn snapped out of her bacon haze and fixed Rachel with a look so fierce and determined that Rachel was worried she had actually peed a little.

"Listen, Berry; I need you to help me. This is very important," Rachel could nothing but nod. "If I don't eat this," At this point Quinn wielded the bacon expertly in Rachel's face, "then I absolutely cannot be held responsible for my actions. I need this, and you're going to help me." Quinn was passionately gesticulating as though she were giving a speech at a political rally, or preaching about God, not just a pack of bacon.

"Uh..." Rachel almost didn't dare speak her mind, for once, "With all due respect, Quinn, I am a vegan. I mean, I don't even know how to cook that, and besides, you're acting highly irrationally considering the amount of poise and control you usually have over yourself and lastly: Why should I help you? Merely four hours ago, you were shouting at me. Much like you normally do. I don't understand why you can't just go back to Puck's house and coo-" She was cut off mid-rant as the bacon connected with the side of her head.

"The Puckermans are Jewish, Berry!" Quinn bellowed, causing several head to turn in their direction. They were drawing quite a crowd.

"You just assaulted me!" Rachel cried indignantly, rubbing the side of her head and pouting. "With bacon! I feel unclean! What if there was some raw bacon on the outside of the pack? It'll be in my hair!" She positively shrieked. The diva stopped herself from going on as for one thing, Quinn appeared to be readying herself for round two as she raised the bacon ceremoniously in the air again, and two, as much as Rachel loved attention, she was getting a lot of very strange look cast her way. She saw one student from McKinley videoing the altercation with his cell phone, but she hoped he was far enough away to not be able to pick up on any of the dialogue. Jew-Fro would have a field day if he got hold of this. It was definitely time to give in, she concluded. There was clearly no arguing with a pregnant girl.

"Fine! Stop! I'll help you! Come on," Rachel angrily grabbed Quinn's wrist and dragged her to the checkout. Quinn was still clutching her beloved bacon triumphantly to her chest and smirking at yet another victory. Sometimes it was good to be a Fabray.

Never had a five minute walk felt so tiresome for Quinn. It wasn't that she was overexerting herself, per say. At least, not physically. But the anticipation of what was to come was mentally tiring her out. She danced from foot to foot as though she was desperate for the bathroom as Rachel fumbled with her house keys and bowled past Rachel before the tiny diva could even set foot in her own household.

"Kitchen. Where?" Quinn ground out. It seemed to Rachel as though the insatiable need for the innocent slaughtered pig flesh had rendered Quinn nothing more than a caveman.

"This way," Rachel gestured and Quinn followed after like a cat that only loves its owner when it's meal time. Which in this case was a shockingly correct simile. Once again Rachel found herself knocked out of the way as Quinn raced past her. She was already rifling through the cupboards by the time Rachel entered the room.

"Are you looking for a frying pan?" Rachel asked as calmly as she could.

"Yes."

"Bottom cupboard, left, no, the other one, yeah oh okay you got that and Quinn be careful!" The brunette found herself getting too stressed out watching the crazed blonde wreak havoc upon her kitchen and sat at the breakfast bar letting her drop into her arms.

A few quiet minutes passed and Rachel was beginning to feel nervous again. It was too quiet... She looked up to find a content Quinn standing at the stove meticulously laying the strips of bacon out in the pan. She poured some oil over it and a pleasant sizzling sound began. Well, pleasant in Quinn's eyes. To Rachel it was the final affirmation that a poor, sweet and unsuspecting pig had been killed and was now being made a mockery of on her stove. She grimaced as the smell hit her nose, but she was more than willing to put up with it if it kept Quinn quiet and distracted.

Quinn was in a world of her own. She was happy now she was cooking the food she had craved for so long. She knew it was within reach now, and could wait patiently for it to cook to perfection. A small smile curved the corners of her mouth upwards as she delicately prodded the bacon, turning it in the pan regularly so it was done evenly on each side. A timid voice reached her ears.

"Do you want some bread with that? Instead of just eating it on its own like that – I mean, I understand fully that you are looking forward to it a great deal – but it will be all the more enjoyable if you eat it with something else."

"That would be nice, thanks." Quinn answered softly. A strange calm had descended on her and she didn't feel the urge to lash out at her enemy on the other side of the bar. This was new. Rachel had also noticed the change. Whilst may not have said her name, she was happy because at least Quinn hadn't called her by her last name, or even worse, called her any of the names she had in reserve just to be rude to her.

The small singer was happy to comply, considering Quinn was being quite amicable for once, so she rose from her seat and took the bread from the bread bin. She carefully placed it on a chopping board and spread a little butter on each side, and then onto a plate which she set down on the worktop proudly beside Quinn. Quinn looked over speculatively.

"Why do you have butter if you're a vegan?" She asked curiously.

"Well, my two gay dads aren't vegan. Only I am. I would never want them to change their eating habits for me. It gets a little complicated here really. Dad is Jewish, so no pork," At this, Quinn's hazel eyes glinted dangerously and Rachel thought it best to quickly move on, "but he does eat other meat, and Daddy is Muslim, which also means no pork," She'd done it again, and Quinn was gripping the handle of the frying pan so tightly her knuckles were white, "and he has other dietary restrictions but I can't really remember them all. We are mostly devoted to take-out in any case, but we tend to cook for ourselves seeing as we all have slightly different ways of eating."

"Oh." Was the only thing Quinn could think to reply with. She had always struggled with the concept of Kosher and Halal, but Rachel really confused her. How anyone could stay away from anything to do with tasty animals was beyond her.

"It's nice that you're taking an interest though, Quinn. You're very observant," Rachel said softly, watching as Quinn ladled the bacon onto the bread with such care she was almost sure the ex-cheerleader was practicing for when she gave birth to her baby.

"Well, I'd be stupid to not notice that you were spreading butter around considering I already know you're vegan," She began defensively. She was never fond of people mistaking her for being stupid just because she was blonde and a cheerleader (at least, was a cheerleader).

"I just mean that most people don't know much about veganism. I'm impressed." Quinn couldn't help the smile that was already set on her face grow somewhat at this. She did like to be right, and knowledgeable to boot.

"Um. I kinda really want to eat this, like, now." Quinn said suddenly. She couldn't believe she'd gotten distracted from the thing she had been going so crazy over for the last couple of hours talking to Berry (of all people) about religion and diet, and had let her sandwich cool a little in the process.

"Oh, yes! Of course. Go right ahead and take a seat," Rachel extended a hand with one of her trademark over emphasised and dramatic points, including a hand on hip. Even in the kitchen she could never stop performing, it seemed.

As soon as Quinn's bottom touched the seat she was biting into her sandwich like there was no tomorrow. She released the sort of satisfied moan that only pregnant women who are having intense cravings finally satiated can do and took another bite before even swallowing the first.

Rachel watched on in a kind of sick fascination. She knew Quinn to be incredibly passionate about things, and to always throw herself headlong into any task set for her (torturing Rachel included), but this was something else. It seemed as though the entire sandwich was inhaled by Quinn, rather than eaten. She had always expected the blonde to be as graceful about eating as she was about everything else. Perhaps she was, just not when being driven insane by the meaty murder that was bacon.

"Did you enjoy that?" Rachel smirked.

"Mm." Was Quinn's monosyllabic reply. "Want more now, though." Rachel grinned at Quinn who was looking intensely at her empty plate, as if doing so would magically refill it with another.

"Here, I'll make you another then," Rachel suggested. She stood and took the plate away.

She had watched Quinn cook the bacon, and was sure it was quite easy. She was very good at learning on the spot and was always quick to learn, too – a talent that was absolutely necessary if she wanted to get anywhere on Broadway – so she figured that she could at least do something nice for the baby crazy blonde sat behind her.

Rachel had been thinking hard about what Quinn had said to her in the choir room. Whilst she was upset with Quinn for talking to her the way she had after they had shared a moment of almost friendship, and for going back on her word of 'not being mad', she really did have every right to. Quinn might have been wrong in her actions, but really it was nothing to do with Rachel and she had no right to create all that drama. And certainly not so close to sectionals. She had never forgiven herself for upsetting the blonde so much. In fact, she ought to use this time she had with her to apologise. Rachel flipped the bacon over once more, and turned to face Quinn. Quinn was gazing at Rachel with a look she couldn't quite read. She supposed it was just the after effects of the bacon.

"Quinn, I-I just wanted to use this time alone with you to apologise for what I did before. It really wasn't my place to tell Finn, and I know I went about it all wrong. Although when I look back on it, I'm not really sure if I did do it because I wanted to date Finn. He's just not clever enough for me. I don't know why I did it, but that's no excuse. I should have gone about it differently. If I could, I would in fact go back and talk to you about it, first, rather than just stick my nose in where it wasn't wanted and ruin e-"

"Berry, don't you dare burn my bacon," Quinn hissed she caught sight of the smoke rising from behind Rachel's head. Rachel whipped round, flushing slightly and turned the bacon again.

"I just... I'm sorry, Quinn. I really am." Rachel finished quietly. There was a long pause, and Rachel began buttering the bread.

"I know. Forget it, Stubbles, it's fine. It's out there now, and it's what needed to be done. Yes, you did it in all the wrong ways, but what don't you do entirely tactlessly anyway? It hardly makes a difference. It would have been ugly no matter how it came about. And in the choir room, when I blew up at you – I'm..." Quinn could tell she was about to apologise to IT, and felt slightly nauseated. This was entirely against her nature. Why was she being nice to that thing? "I'm just really hungry right now," Quinn said hurriedly after the awkward pause. Rachel's eyes closed and she let out a quiet sigh. She was sure she was about to make progress with Quinn then. She was sure that was an apology forming on her lips, but Quinn had seemed to remember herself and slipped back into her old ways as though she were changing back into her Cheerio uniform. At least she was still here with her. There was some progress being made.

Rachel silently turned back to the pan made the sandwich. Once she had given it to Quinn she washed her hands three times to be sure she would ingest none of the meat that might have made its way onto her, and sat down with Quinn once more. An uneasy truce had fallen between them. They bounced between friendly conversation about glee and music in general and had a little spat over musicals (which Rachel was surprised to learn Quinn actually liked) but every now and then Quinn would let another of her mean nicknames slip. She didn't even seem to realise she was doing it, but Rachel did. The brunette kept repeating over and over in her mind that this was still progress. Quinn would never normally do so much as talk, let alone be at her house to have a meal.

Rachel's phone rang shortly after Quinn's third and final (only because there was no more bacon) sandwich. As Rachel answered it, she leant back in her chair, happily rubbing her baby bump. She held in the urge to talk to it like she ordinarily would, however. Rachel was sighing and rubbing her forehead repeatedly.

"Yes, Jesse, you can come over if you really like, but I am rather busy tonight, you see. I mean I feel that perhaps it would be beneficial to both if you just – right. I'll see you in ten minutes then..." Another sigh and a click as she hung up.

"Jesse's on his way. I don't want to kick you out or anything, especially seeing as you have only just eaten and I am now going to worry all evening that you're going to suffer from cramps on the way home, but I really do think you should go. I don't think you'll get along with him well, you see,"

"No, you're probably right. I don't like his hair. Or his group. Or anything he stands for. Thanks for helping with the crazy craving," Quinn waved in the air next to her head, and before she knew it she was hugging Rachel. It was brief and stiff and incredibly awkward and Quinn was feeling nauseated again.

"Right, so I'll uh... I'll um see you tomorrow, okay Treasure Trail?" The old insult was a self defence mechanism, and both girls new it. Both were smart enough to leave well alone though. Quinn stepped out of the front door and took a step down the path, then whirled on her heel.

"Oh um... If you don't mind, please don't tell anyone I was here, alright? Or you know, that I even talked to you. Because I will deny it." And again, Quinn had left Rachel feeling incredibly confused and unsure of where on earth they stood.