A.N: Here the stitch guys (Hehe Buffy Lingo... Stitch that is, not guys) I'm going out of town, it involves being a good daughter and niece so bah... I have to do otherwise I'd hole up and type. As it stands I have no idea what my internet connection is going to be like so y'all are getting this chapter a wee bit ahead of schedule. The GOOD news? I can take my computer with me to type! Yay!

A.N2: Thanks again to my beta!

Friday December 5, 2009

9:01 P.M.

That night Kurt sat Quinn down and told her the truth. He told her about the backpack, he told her about ignoring it, and he told her why the angel had picked him to change things. For a moment he was sure she was going to hit him. Her eyes had been wild and angry, so angry that Kurt had been afraid. In the end she had called Rachel and asked if she could stay the night. The little Diva had agreed and then texted Kurt five minutes later, demanding to know what happened.

Kurt watched as Rachel pulled up in her dad's car and waited for Quinn.

As he watched the taillights fade Kurt wondered, not for the first time, if he would ever be forgiven.

9:13 P.M.

Rachel turned into the driveway and shut off the car before turning to Quinn, "Quinn…is… what happened?"

Quinn let out a pained gasp, "Kurt told me something… something that I'm not sure I can forgive him for."

Rachel was quiet for a moment, "Ok… why don't we go inside and maybe we'll talk?"

Quinn shrugged and followed Rachel as the brunette hurried to the front door.

Rachel shut the door quietly and waved for Quinn to follow her, "Come on. My dads are already asleep."

Quinn looked at her watch, "They go to bed early."

Rachel nodded, "Only on Fridays. They get up early on Saturday and drive down to Cleveland to go antiquing."

"Ah." Quinn quietly followed Rachel up the stair. "Rachel," She whispered, "Did you sneak out to pick me up?"

Rachel paused on the steps, "Sneak has a negative connotation. I left quietly and returned before my absence was noticed."

Quinn clamped a hand over her mouth to prevent the chuckle that bubbled up.

The two girls crept up the stairs and into Rachel's bedroom, easily identified by the gold star placard fixed on the door.

Rachel shut the door and spoke normally, "I would usually offer the guest bedroom but it is being remodeled and looks atrocious. Instead I offer my bed. I will sleep on the floor."

Quinn shook her head, "Rachel that isn't…"

Rachel held up her hand, "I insist Quinn. You are with child and I would be remiss if I asked you to sleep on the floor."

Quinn was amused, "Rachel, why don't we share?"

Rachel's mouth opened and closed a few times before, "That… would be acceptable. If you are comfortable with it, that is?"

Quinn shrugged, "I wouldn't have suggested it if I wasn't."

Rachel nodded, 'Right, of course. Well that's settled. Would you like a shower or perhaps we could talk."

Quinn sat, "I… don't know how much I can tell you but… He… did something, or rather he didn't do something and I lost something precious."

Rachel sank down next to Quinn, "He told you, he confessed?"

Quinn nodded.

Rachel let out a breath, "Why? He must have been sorry if he did."

Quinn scowled, "He was guilty."

"Did he hurt you on purpose?" Rachel's hands flexed as if she wanted to reach out for Quinn's but instead she folded her hands in her lap.

Quinn sighed, "No. He didn't do it on purpose and he is sorry. He's done what he can to make it better but… It hurt Rachel, what I lost; it was like something was crushing my chest."

Quinn realized that she was speaking in the past tense and glanced at Rachel to see if the diva had notice, "Losing Finn must have hurt, Quinn."

Quinn winced, "This isn't about Finn, Rachel. Losing Finn was expected and it wasn't Kurt's fault. His crush on Finn notwithstanding, Kurt wouldn't do that."

Rachel looked like she was dying of curiosity, "I want to ask, desperately, but I will respect your privacy."

Quinn smirked, "It's killing you isn't it Berry?"

"God yes." Rachel smiled at Quinn and the former Cheerio winked.

Rachel stood, "I have enough willpower to allow you some privacy." She winked back, "But only just."

She skipped to her dresser and pulled out her pajamas, "I'm going to change."

Quinn blurted out, "I forgot my pajamas. I was in such a hurry to leave I didn't grab them."

Rachel reopened the dresser and pulled out a pair of shorts and a tank, "They'll be small but you can wear these." She tossed the pajamas to Quinn and entered her bathroom.

Quinn took off her shirt and unbuttoned her jeans, sighing in relief. She wasn't big by any stretch of the imagination but her jeans were fitting her tighter. She kicked off her shoes and slid on the shorts. Rachel had been right. They were… snug.

The door swung open and Rachel froze halfway across the room. Her clothes fell from her hands unheeded.

Quinn's first thought was to cover herself, and her second was decidedly less modest. She arched an eye brow and slowly bent to pick up the jeans that she had discarded on the floor. She watched Rachel out of the corner of her eye. The diva had diverted her eyes and yet they kept flitting back to Quinn. The brunette's cheeks had flamed red and seemed to glow brighter each time her eyes connected with Quinn's body.

Rachel finally found her voice, "I'm so…" She trailed off as Quinn cracked her neck and then rolled her shoulders, causing her chest to push forward. Quinn mentally checked off a box on her list, entitled, 'Operation Berry'. Rachel was attracted to her, embarrassed beyond belief if her cheeks were any indication, but definitely attracted. Quinn did a mental shimmy and then decided to be merciful. She pulled on the tank and then took in Rachel's sleepwear. Or more accurately, Rachel's body in the sleepwear. Sweet Je-. She cut off the mental blasphemy and felt her own face flame.

Rachel's legs were unbelievable. They were long and tanned, and Quinn had a flash of them wrapped around her waist. She wrestled the thought away, knowing that if she went down that road now Rachel would be jumped. Rachel, whose nicknames had often stemmed from Quinn's need to remind herself that she shouldn't find Rachel attractive, was gorgeous. Quinn didn't attempt to hide her gaze. She had spent a week in hell, thinking she would never get this chance. Kurt's subtly could bite her. Rachel didn't notice, but only because she was so preoccupied with her own embarrassment.

She shuffled to the bed and muttered, "I didn't realize you were changing in here."

Quinn's eyes were glued to the strip of skin revealed by Rachel's tank, "No problem. I'm not mad." Quinn's lips quirked up, no treasure trail in sight.

Rachel sighed, "Good. I'm gla… Quinn?"

Quinn's gaze had moved to Rachel's breasts, "Hmm?"

Rachel's voice was small with a hint of something else, "Are you checking me out?"

Quinn's head snapped up, "What… n…" She peered at Rachel and asked, "That depends, would yes freak you out?"

Rachel seemed to ponder the question, "No. Appreciation of the human body is natural and healthy; I think I would be flattered."

Quinn pulled the covers back and replied, "Then yes."

Rachel stilled, "Oh…Quinn?"

Quinn winced and looked up; honesty was stupid, "Yeah?"

"I sleep on the left side." The tension in Quinn's shoulders bled out.

She shrugged, "I really don't care, switch."

The little diva smiled gratefully and instead of walking around the bed as Quinn was doing, she scrambled over the surface and seemed to dive under the covers with a sigh.

Quinn shook her head; apparently Rachel was hyper at home as well as at school. The blonde got to her side and sank down, suddenly exhausted. She lay down and turned on her side, only to be met with Rachel's gaze.

The brunette had flipped onto her side. She spoke, "Light off." And suddenly the room was plunged into darkness.

Quinn was startled, "How?"

Rachel's smile was in her voice, "My daddy is a technology nut."

Quinn asked, "Eli right?"

Rachel paused, "Yeah… how did you know his name?"

Quinn didn't hesitate, "Kurt told me."

"Oh." For a moment Rachel was completely silent and then she murmured, "I'm glad we're friends Quinn."

Quinn replied immediately, "Me too Rachel."

Minutes passed and Quinn listened as Rachel's breath evened out.

As she drifted off to sleep Quinn breathed, "I love you Rachel." Less than a minute later Quinn's breathing steadied.

Rachel's eyes fluttered open and pierced the darkness.

Saturday December 6, 2009

7:23 A.M.

Quinn fists were clenched at her sides for one reason. Rachel liked to cuddle. The little brunette had gravitated towards Quinn at some point during the night and now she was plastered against Quinn's side. The diva's hand rested lightly over Quinn's abdomen, against skin. Quinn was dying. She wanted nothing more than to wrap her arms around Rachel but stamped down the desire. Rachel was asleep. She could resist.

The door opened and Quinn tensed.

Rachel's Daddy entered the room and had already started speaking before he caught sight of Quinn, "Sweetheart we're headed…" He stopped abruptly and stared at Quinn. His eyes tracked across the room and Quinn realized the exact moment he noticed the discarded clothes that appeared to have been dropped haphazardly. The little man seemed to swell before he scowled at Quinn and whirled on his heel to storm from the room. If she hadn't been so horrified Quinn would have been amused to discover the origin of the diva storm out. It had been a cold night, and so the covers pulled to their necks and coupled with Rachel's Velcro impression, made for a very wrong conclusion.

Quinn started as she heard Eli Berry shriek, "Philip!"

She nudged Rachel, "Rachel sweetie, you have to wake up." The little songbird burrowed further into Quinn and gave cute little grunt. Any other time and Quinn would have been charmed, now she was desperate.

She snapped, "Rachel!" The brunette groaned.

The door was thrown open even wider as Eli dragged his husband into the room.

Philip was looking at his husband like he was nuts, "Babe what's going on?"

Eli stopped and pointed dramatically, "That… that girl has defiled my baby." His voice was hysterical but was still a whisper and Quinn realized that as apoplectic as he was he didn't want to wake Rachel.

Philip took in the room as his husband had and seemed to come to the same conclusion. He seemed ready to get angry but made eye contact with Quinn and relaxed.

He shrugged, "Eli… what do you want me to do about it?"

Eli burst out, "Shoot her!"

Quinn's eyes widened and she shifted away from the two men.

Philip snapped, "Eli, you're scaring her!"

Eli shot back, "Good!" He glared at Quinn and hissed, "Fear me."

Rachel gave a sigh and the three other occupants froze.

The little diva mumbled, "Quinn? You're soft."

Eli's eye twitched and Quinn urged, "Rachel, you need to wake up."

Rachel whined, "Why, it's Saturday?"

Quinn replied, "Because I need you to stop your daddy from murdering me."

Rachel sat up abruptly.

She peered through sleep filled eyes at her dads, "Why are you in my room?"

Quinn muttered, "Not the issue Rachel."

Philip smiled happily, "See Eli, Rachel's clothed. Crisis averted, let's go."

Eli dug his heels, "No. Rachel why is there a strange half clothed girl in your bed."

Rachel looked blurrily at Quinn and replied flatly, "She stayed the night and the floor is uncomfortable."

Eli seemed to deflate a little, "She didn't defile you?"

Rachel shot from the bed, "Daddy!"

The little man threw up his hands, "What? I came in here and you were plastered all over her like a sucker fish!"

Rachel squeaked at the comparison and Quinn snapped before she could censure herself, "Don't compare her to a fish."

Rachel turned to beam at her and Rachel's daddy looked stunned. Her papa's head was cocked as he gazed at Quinn.

Quinn clapped a hand over her mouth and mumbled through her fingers, "Sorry."

Eli glared, "Don't apologize for defending my daughter."

Rachel scowled back, "Stop looking at Quinn like you want to shoot her."

Quinn muttered, "He already threatened to."

Rachel's eyes widened and she puffed indignantly before she ordered, "Out! Both of you!"

Philip grabbed his husband's arm and pulled him from the room as Eli shouted, "We need to talk young lady!"

Philip called out as her shut the door, "It's nice to meet you Quinn!" Quinn fell back against the pillows and covered her face, "Oh my God!"

Rachel spoke, "I'm so sorry Quinn."

Quinn waved a hand, "I'm just upset that I got the awkward morning after, with parents no less, and I didn't even…" She cut herself off. She sat up.

Rachel was looking at her with a weird look on her face.

Quinn asked, "What?"

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