Title: Finding Innocence
Summary: Rachel is in her second year of college. She is very organized and ready to be something great. Her new roommate is one odd, wild but innocent, Quinn Fabray. Who new that this new person Rachel meets could change her whole life.
Notes: I am not to sure about this chapter you'll have to tell me what you think! Quinn and Rachel make dinner for the night and Quinn meets Rachel's friends.
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn friendship (maybe it will turn into something more)
Warning: Language
Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Glee or anything of its characters. They all belong to Ryan Murphy and the other wonderful people who work on the show!
After knowing Quinn for a day, Rachel was hooked. When the blonde had left later the day they had met to again "take care of a few things." Whatever the hell that meant, she felt incredibly lonely and found herself thinking about the blonde, a lot. She thought about her hair, her playfulness, her smile, her eyes, her smell, which was all over the fucking place. Then Rachel would have to stop herself because she didn't really know if that was what a roommate was supposed to do whenever their cotenant wasn't around. Probably not.
But, nonetheless it was what the brunette was doing right now. It was the day after Quinn had moved in and she was out again doing whatever vague things she did. And Rachel was mindlessly cleaning the house like a maniac, of course having what she liked to call "Quinn Brain." She was going crazy by the time that the beautiful blonde came home. She was humming the familiar tune from the day before, something Rachel still couldn't figure out, and holding multitudes of bags. The brunette rushed to help the girl she was shooed away with a kick from the blonde.
"Get outta here silly! I don't need no help!" She faked a southern accent as she repeatedly shoved the brunette up stairs with her rain booted foot. Once they were at the top Quinn quickly waggled her foot in the air to get off her shoe, sticking her tongue out in concentration, something Rachel found absolutely adorable. 'Wait, what?" The brunette laughed in a subtle way, bending over to help the odd blonde. One thing Rachel had learned about Quinn in the thirty hours of knowing her, was that she was just a little bit off center, good natured and unbelievable adorable, but just a little nuts. She stood up after successfully removing the blonde's boots and stepped out of the way as the girl made her way quickly to the table.
"Hey thanks!" she threw over her shoulder. "Look!" Quinn had set the bags on the counter and turned around to grab Rachel by the hand and yank her over so she was standing next to her. "I got some new paint for my room, its okay with your landlord right?" Quinn asked. Rachel nodded; slightly dazed from the girls peppiness and the fact that she was still holding her hand. The blonde seemed to notice too, and quickly pulled away. "Good!"
"Is the color purple?" Rachel asked, already knowing the answer. Quinn's mouth opened up wide.
"How did you know?" She asked disbelievingly. The brunette shrugged, hiding a smirk.
"Lucky guess," she said in a nonchalant way. This made Quinn smile really big and she bounced up and down on her toes a little bit. Rachel wanted to smile too, but instead she lifted her eyebrows at the crazy girl. The blonde laughed a little and grabbed Rachel's hand again, this time bringing her over to her room. She pushed the door open and concentrated on staring at the walls.
"Do you think it will work in here?" Quinn whispered.
"What?" Rachel dropped her voice as well, reflex.
"The purple!" The blonde exclaimed, still in a soft and quiet voice.
"I do, do you?"
"I do," Quinn nodded once in a firm way.
"Why are we whispering?" Rachel asked kind of feeling confused at the girl's wave like personality. Instead of answering, Quinn seemed to notice that there hands were still interlocked, again, and she pulled it away, again. The brunette instantly missed the contact. She was brought back over to the table, this time having an arm rapped around her bicep; it seemed less personal that way.
"What did you do today?" The blonde asked, completely changing the subject, but Rachel didn't really feel like it was on purpose.
"I-uhh cleaned," 'Thought about you, all day. Shut up! Damn Quinn Brain.' The words came out stupidly as the brunette became once more entranced by the beautiful girls hazel gaze.
"Hmm," Quinn seemed disappointed. "That doesn't sound like very much fun," Rachel shrugged.
"I like cleaning, no biggie," she said. Quinn giggled.
"I noticed," they had moved over to the family room by now, and seated themselves opposite on the couch.
"What did you do today?" Rachel asked, silently hoping that she would get some further information on what these said "Things" were and why Quinn was "Taking care of them." The blonde's small smile, which she seemed to wear all the time unless she was displaying her beyond beautiful teeth smile, twitched just slightly, almost as if the girl was fighting a frown.
"Well, I went shopping," the blonde said. 'Hmm, very convincing Quinn Fabray, very convincing' Rachel thought, but she dropped it anyways.
"Hey," she started, willing to talk about something different. "I was wondering if you wanted to meet some people later tonight." She asked carefully, testing the waters. Quinn smiled big and bounced up and down on the couch.
"Of course!" She giggled, clapping her hands together. Rachel laughed, wondering how a person could be so charming and so childish but yet act like an adult at the same time.
"Okay. Cause my best friends want to meet you. They live down stairs. One is the landlord, which you kind of already met, right?"
"Wheels!" Quinn exclaimed, smiling even brighter. Rachel paused. She then opened her mouth, then shut it again, then opened it again, shaking her head slightly and letting out a laugh.
"Uh yeah. They were going to have dinner with us," she said smiling, more at the blonde's cuteness than anything else.
"Can I cook?" Quinn asked.
"That was the plan," Rachel responded with a guilty laugh. The blonde giggled excitedly before checking the clock.
"Ah! It's already four? We need food in the house! Come shopping with me?" she asked, already standing up and putting on her rain boots, which were still sprawled out in front of the staircase.
"Wait, we must have something here!" Rachel said, getting up and started making her way into the kitchen but was held back by a hard hand wrapping around her bicep again.
"Um excuse me!" Quinn said loudly, "But, we have no food in the house," she continued quickly, stringing her words together and looking away like she was almost insulting Rachel somehow. Before the brunette could respond, the blonde had already detached her hand from her arm and was flying down the stairs. "Meet you in the car!" She through over her shoulder, before opening and slamming the door shut. All Rachel could think was how much of a handful Quinn was going to become as she made her way down the stairs at a "normal person" pace.
The car ride to the store was quick in Quinn's blue mini cooper; Rachel of course resisted the crack she wanted to make at the fact that the car wasn't purple. There wasn't traffic, which was a heaven sent in New York City, but they stayed in Brooklyn, and there really was never much traffic there. Quinn plugged in her iPod the second they entered the car and went right to her songs and pressed shuffle.
"I'm kind of a music freak," the blonde said with a smile.
"Me too," It didn't take long for Rachel to realize what song was playing; it was Haven't Met You Yet by Michael Bublé. The brunette smiled in satisfaction as she finally realized what the blonde had been incessantly humming for all for the past day and a half. She still couldn't believe she had only spent about thirty one hours with this girl and they were already going shopping with each other. 'Weren't strangers that moved in supposed to keep to themselves? Well, I guess there might be some rules that just don't apply to Quinn. Not that I am complaining, honestly.'
Once they had gotten to the store, which was only a few blocks away, they could have walked; Quinn got out of the car and waited impatiently for the brunette to follow.
"C'mon," she said in a way that made Rachel smile. "Hold my hand?" The blonde asked. The brunette felt her stomach flutter, something she would think about later, but she smiled and took the outstretched hand. They laced their fingers together; it was done on a reflex. Rachel would notice every once and a while Quinn would be staring at their hands, biting her lip and concentrating.
The dinner Quinn wanted to make was simple enough, spaghetti and meatballs, bread sticks and corn. It was something that Rachel would have completely screwed over, even though it was a fairly easy dinner, but she would be useful in the cleanup. The brunette again, couldn't help but ogle at the blonde's personality. She knew she had shied up over the years, don't worry, it didn't affect her career choice. But, watching the blonde move, and occasionally skip, around the store made her wonder how someone could be so charming, she figured that it would always be a mystery. They had to stop holding hands when they went to the cash register. Rachel instantly missed the girl's warmth. She also insisted on paying, but Quinn would have none of that apparently, and shoved her card toward the worker before the brunette could.
Once they got home, Quinn again jumped out of the car and waited for the brunette, impatiently. Rachel was rushed up stairs and into a seat next to the kitchen island. It was done in a blur and Rachel felt dizzy afterwards.
"Did you even lock your car?" She asked, closing her eyes, she suddenly had a headache. Quinn looked up with big eyes from where she was standing, unloading the groceries.
"Oh shoot!" She said, squeezing her eyes shut and bunching up her fists. "Be right back!" She continued, already halfway down the staircase. Rachel was feeling antsy, like she needed to clean something, or perfect something. She went up to the cabinet and took two Ibuprofen. Then she made her way to her room, she wanted to check her makeup and hair, maybe they needed perfecting. They did, and Rachel was happy to comply. When she went back out to the kitchen Quinn was back, filling up a pot of water.
"What's that for?" She asked curiously. Quinn laughed a little.
"For the spaghetti? It needs to cook in boiling water first," she said. Rachel gaped her mouth open.
"That's what I always forget to do!" She exclaimed. Yeah, she was that hopeless at cooking. This time Quinn laughed loudly.
"How do you make spaghetti?" The blonde giggled. Rachel shrugged. "I don't really know, I can never find the recipe…" she said earnestly. The blonde continued giggling, it made the brunette feel self-conscious. "Hey," she started. "Hey stop that! It's not that funny!" Quinn laughed harder; the pot was now over filling with water. Rachel blushed deeply, but she couldn't help but notice how infectious the blondes laugh was. And soon, she was giggling with her. "Hey!" She yelled, despite the fact that she was laughing too. Quinn calmed her giggles down and began wiping her eyes. "Okay it seriously wasn't that funny," Rachel said, smiling.
"Oh, it was," the blonde said in-between deep breaths.
"Okay, okay. Do want help or not?" Rachel spat softly. Quinn laughed again.
"From the girl who didn't know you had to boil spaghetti to cook it, no thanks,"
"Well, fine then!" Rachel said, sticking out her tongue and sitting down grumpily in a seat next to Quinn's work space.
"You know, I haven't known you for that long, but you're funny," the blonde said, smiling brightly down to the brunette. Rachel hid the smile, she wanted Quinn to think she was mad at her, but she was failing. "Hey grumpy, why don't you take this meat and roll them into balls," the hazel eyed girl said like she was talking to a small child. Rachel hesitated; it was very possible that if she was given that task it would not turn out good. Quinn smiled. "Here, why don't I show you? Go wash your hands please," she said sweetly. Rachel obeyed.
"Are you sure that this is a good idea?" the brunette asked, eyeing the meat disgustingly.
"Yeah, it's not hard! Watch!" The blond said, effectively charming Rachel again, for the umpteenth freaking time. Quinn took a handful of the raw meat and clumped it together into a ball, once it looked perfect; she set it on some wax paper. Rachel was confused by the whole process but did her best when the blonde left her to fend for herself and started working on the bread sticks. The meatballs ended up horrible, of course. And the brunette ducked her head when Quinn came to inspect her work.
"Well," the blond said. "You uh, got the shape down," she continued, pointing the round lumps of meat. "But meatballs shouldn't be the size of marbles… or softballs," she laughed. Rachel threw her hands up in the hair, she really just wanted to clean something, or sing, just do something that she was good at. "Hey now, its okay," Quinn said, bending down to be at eye level with Rachel. "It's not going to put us to far behind if I fix these, but while I am you're going to stir the spaghetti," she continued, making Rachel stand up, she bumped her hip into the brunettes side to move her out of the way. The brown eyed girl watched in amazement as Quinn magically fixed her mistake, but remembered she had a job to do.
Dinner was ready about an hour and half later. Quinn had set the table for five people, and pushed one of the chair away for Artie. Rachel had watched the blonde in a daze as she fluttered beautifully around the kitchen, doing a million things at once.
"What time are they going to get here?" Quinn asked.
"Seven thirty,"
"Just on time!" The blonde smiled. Rachel eyed the mess in the kitchen, itching desperately to attack it. But before she could even grab a sponge there was a knock on the door. The brunette rushed to the mirror, fixing her hair and checking her makeup, it hadn't changed since the last time she fixed it, but she was feeling OCD. She answered the door with a smile.
"Hey darling!" Kurt said with a fantastic smile.
"Hey! How was that auction?" Rachel asked, biting back a laugh. Kurt scrunched his face up.
"Ugh, don't mention it," he said.
"Come in!" The brunette opened the door wider and stepped out of the way so Blaine and Kurt could carry Artie up the stairs. She followed up quickly after them.
"Oh my god she looks like Jessica Alba!" Kurt said before saying hello. Rachel resisted the urge to slap in him upside the head. Blaine stepped in before she could.
"Ugh, please excuse him. I'm Blaine, this is my boyfriend Kurt," He said nicely. Quinn put on the most dashing smile probably any of them had ever seen. "But," he continued. "You are beautiful," he said honestly. Quinn ducked her head a little.
"It's very nice to meet you," she said, it sounded so sweet that all their hearts melted. Artie rolled up and stuck out his hand.
"Hey again," he said.
"Hey Wheels!" Quinn said in a happy voice, bending down and resting her hands on her knees.
"Guys there is spaghetti and meat balls for dinner," Rachel said, beginning to feel slightly neglected. The boys suddenly looked nervous and eyed Quinn like they were scared for her health. The brunette rolled her eyes playfully. "Quinn made it, she is an amazing cook," she said, shoving Blaine a little. They all visibly relaxed.
"Oh thank god," Kurt said, over reacting and placing his hand over his chest. "Quinn have you ever seen this girl cook? I got so scared for a moment!" The blonde giggled, putting her hand over her mouth.
"Oh I know," she said, sending a wink Rachel's way. The brunette frowned.
"What is this? Kick Rachel Day?" She exclaimed, throwing her arms about.
"Oh honey," Kurt said in a baby voice. "Every day is Kick Rachel Day," they all laughed, except Rachel and Quinn, who just smiled.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah get your ass in there," Rachel said, gesturing to the table and slapping Kurt's butt to get him moving. Quinn sat back as the group of friends wrestled their way into their seats, smiling and laughing at them. She took the last one that was open next to Rachel and Blaine.
During the dinner the boys mostly just interrogated Quinn and playfully poked fun at Rachel. While the brunette couldn't stop staring at the beautiful and quirky blonde as she let her childishness peak out. She was happy with where this was going. Quinn was getting along with her closest friends, which was a god send. The only thing Rachel was confused at was why the blonde soon became one of the only things she could think about.
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