A.N: I suck beyond the telling of it. Life and all its tragedy have been a real kick in the quad lately (If you play Mass Effect you may get that)
Monday July 19, 2010
3:23 A.M.
Quinn had tried going to sleep but leaving Rachel the night before had been nearly impossible. When she had finally managed to tear herself away from Rachel so that she could return to Lima with the Misters Berry, Shelby, Puck, Finn, and Kurt she had been shaking so bad Rachel had noticed. She had forgotten that Rachel had died. She and Kurt hadn't discussed it in weeks, possibly even a month. Had they both forgotten? How in the hell were they meant to save Rachel if they kept forgetting that she would need saving?
She swung herself out of her bed and threw on a pair of jeans over her sleep shorts and hurried to her window. She paused and briefly considered leaving her mother a note but decided against it. She needed to talk to Kurt now.
3:37 A.M.
Quinn Fabray couldn't believe she was sneaking into Kurt's house of all places. She was lucky she knew where the spare key was. She avoided the places where the floorboards creaked and ghosted her way to Kurt's basement bedroom.
She hovered at the foot of the staircase and was quiet for a moment. She'd have to let Kurt know that he didn't snore.
Finally after a long while she made her way to Kurt's beside and whispered, "Kurt… wake up."
The boy let out a grunt and rolled over, "Go way Quinn."
Quinn smiled fondly but didn't let up, "Kurt please. Please wake up."
Kurt flipped over again and stared up at Quinn, "…What time is it, and why are you in my room?"
Quinn looked at her watch, "3:41."
Kurt rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and slowly sat up, "In the morning!"
Quinn winced, "I'm sorry Kurt. I needed to talk to you."
Kurt ran a hand through his sleep mussed hair, "Are you ok? What's wrong?"
Quinn fought the tears that were threatening to well, "I forgot about Rachel."
Kurt cocked his head, "What about Rachel?"
Quinn's eyes bugged out and she stood abruptly, "That she dies Kurt! I forgot and apparently so did you!"
Kurt's face screwed up in confusion for a moment before his eyes widened. He choked a little and slid out of his bed to stand next to Quinn.
The former Cheerio placed a hand on her mouth to stifle the sob that was trying to break through. Kurt moved to envelope Quinn in his arms. The girl let him hold her for a few minutes before she wrenched herself away.
"We have to keep reminding each other. We can't forget again." Her voice was harsh and held a dangerous edge.
Kurt nodded in agreement, "Everyday. We'll remind each other every day."
Quinn sat heavily on the bed, "We… I can't lose her again Kurt. I don't know what I'd do."
Kurt sank down next to her and took her hand.
Wednesday August 11, 2010
11:02 A.M.
"Chill Q." Santana peered at Quinn over the edges of her sunglasses before laying back and allowing the sun to soak into her.
Quinn wrapped her arms around her midsection and growled, "This was stupid. I can't believe Rachel agreed to spend her first day back from Cleveland at a stupid Glee party!"
A chorus of 'heys' rang out from the gathered teens.
Santana actually removed her glasses so that Quinn could see her roll her eyes, "Seriously Q, take a pill or something."
Quinn huffed and flounced away, at least she'd get to stare at her girlfriend in a bikini.
Her mom poked her head out, "Quinnie, Rachel's here."
Quinn nearly tripped over her own feet as she rushed to the door and hurried inside.
Santana shared a knowing look with Kurt.
The gleeks were quiet for a moment before Mike piped up, "So… are we supposed to know about them yet?"
Kurt shook his head, "Quinn and Rachel are still deluding themselves into thinking they were subtle."
Puck snorted, "I knew when we went to go see Avatar."
Mike shrugged, "Tina told me."
Kurt and Santana threw the Asian girl dirty looks.
Artie gaped at the group, "Rachel and Quinn are together?"
Santana unfolded herself from the lounge chair and stood, "Where have you been?"
Artie threw up his hands and directed his scathing comment towards Tina, "Nobody tells me anything."
Santana removed her glasses yet again, "Boo. Hoo. Get over it, and nobody better give my girls shit about this."
Mercedes cocked an eyebrow, "Since when is Rachel one of your girls? Last I heard Quinn was still demanding that you not call her 'Hobbit'."
Santana's shift in posture was so subtle Kurt nearly missed it. It was the defensive stance she often adopted around Brittany when a threat was nearby.
Santana snarled in true form, "No one asked you Weezy."
Mercedes reared back at the reappearance of bitchy Santana and held up her hands in mock surrender.
The sliding glass door opened again and Quinn slipped out with Rachel's hand firmly in her own.
She tugged the little diva towards the group and waited for Rachel to speak, "Hello fellow Glee clubbers."
Puck was the first to move.
He caught his fellow Jew in a loose hug and smirked down at her, "Theater camp agrees with you Berry, you're still one hot Jew."
Rachel smacked his arm, "Noah!" A moment later she beamed, "Thank you for the complement though."
Kurt hugged her next, "Never change short stack."
Rachel gasped, "Kurt you grew! Look at you!"
Kurt smiled happily, "I was wondering if you'd notice."
Rachel pouted, "Of course I noticed, you now tower over me."
"That's a little bit of an exaggeration." Kurt moved away to allow Mercedes to hug Rachel.
Quinn waited impatiently as the rest of their team mates greeted Rachel, from Finn and his pawing, innocent though it was, to Artie and his permanent blush, and Santana and her too intense stare.
Finally Rachel was done greeting everyone and Quinn felt justified in dragging her girlfriend to one of the loungers and asking for her to put suntan lotion on her.
Rachel squeaked indignantly, "Quinn Fabray you've been the sun for over an hour without suntan lotion? What were you thinking? If Grey's Anatomy has taught us anything it is that even hot blondes can get skin cancer."
Quinn slowly lifted her over shirt and held her breath for a moment before commenting, "…You think Izzie is hot?"
Rachel giggled, "I love the irrational jealousy you often times display." The diva's hands smoothed lotion over Quinn's shoulders.
The blonde shuddered at the touch but still managed to retort, "Irrational? You intend to be famous, which means you may actually meet her."
Rachel's touch was firm as she spread the lotion down Quinn's back and around her sides, "In seven years. I might meet her in seven years and I fully intend to be madly in love with you… still."
Quinn leaned into Rachel's hands, "Ok."
Rachel's hands stilled for a moment before resuming her task, "That was docile."
Quinn's head drooped as she whimpered, "Whatever, just keep touching me." Rachel settled her hands on Quinn's waist and a moment later Quinn felt Rachel's front press into her back. The diva's lips attached themselves to Quinn's pulse point and the blonde's hand came up to grip Rachel's hair.
They sat there for nearly five minutes engaging in what could only be termed as necking in full view of both their team mates and Quinn's mother should she choose to come out.
A throat cleared and the two girls drifted apart and turned to look at Kurt.
The boy rolled his eyes, "Get your suntan lotion on and get in the pool ladies."
Rachel tossed her hair back and adjusted her fire engine red bikini top, "Bossy…"
Kurt flexed his modest muscles and grinned, "You know it. Now get in the pool lady."
Rachel let out a peel of laughter and handed Quinn the lotion, "Would you?"
Quinn nodded and gently but quickly applied the lotion to avoid another moment of impropriety on her and Rachel's parts.
1:23 P.M.
After over an hour of cavorting in the pool the little diva had begged off swimming and joined Santana in sunbathing, much to the delight of the boys and Quinn and Brittany.
Quinn periodically cast an admiring gaze over the tan skin on display and popped Finn and Puck for looking too.
Rachel finally unfolded herself from the chair she was draped over and announced, "I'm getting drinks, would anyone like something."
A chorus of requests rang out across the yard and Rachel nodded while Santana stood and offered, "I'll help."
Rachel smiled gratefully and the two brunettes retreated into the Fabray house.
Less than a minute later Kurt vigorously dried himself off and declared, "I have to pee."
Mercedes' voice sailed after him, "Charming Kurt."
Kurt rolled his eyes and hurried into the house, shuffling on the towel until he was dry enough that he wouldn't get water everywhere.
He passed the kitchen and stalled when he heard Rachel small voice, "I still want to tell Quinn."
A moment later Santana's harsh retort hit him, "Look Rachel, you promised. What happened this summer is between us, Quinn doesn't need to know. No one needs to know."
"Please Santana it was import-"
"It wasn't anything special Berry. Brittany was gone and I needed someone. It didn't mean anything."
"Santana, I don't like keeping things from Quinn."
"Whatever Hobbit."
"Santana…"
Kurt heard a sigh, "Look… I'm sorry ok? I just don't want anyone to know ok?"
Rachel voice was gentle all of a sudden, "Ok Santana. It will stay between us."
Kurt listened as ice crackled against the edges of the plastic cups and hurried away from the door when he heard the two girls move towards the swinging door.
Rachel and Santana were hiding something from Quinn? What though? Kurt shook himself and hid just around the corner. He really, really hoped it wasn't what he thought it was.
He was so concerned with what he had heard he didn't hear Santana's question.
"You haven't had another nightmare have you?"
2:22 P.M.
He was watching them like a hawk now. He couldn't decide who he should be more focused on, Santana with her predilection for seduction or Rachel with her desire to be wanted. It was a tossup really. Had Rachel cheated on Quinn? God he hoped she hadn't. It would devastate Quinn, and he certainly did not want to believe that of Rachel. She loved Quinn. She had practically vibrated with excitement when Quinn had officially asked her to be her girlfriend right before school let out so how was it that she might have cheated with Santana not even three months into the relationship?
Rachel's eyes tended to flit to Santana, every once in a while. Of course it meant nothing because the diva seemed to cycle between everyone in glee.
Santana was even harder to get a read on. She was sunbathing again and was ignoring everyone again.
They didn't even talk. Not out here where everyone could see.
He decided he would watch them. Rachel was his friend but so was Quinn. He had to be sure Rachel hadn't done anything bad with Santana.
He didn't give it a moment's thought when he couldn't quite recall exactly how he and Quinn had become such good friends.
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