A/N: Sorry for the delay. My teachers all decided to give me assignments at the same time and well, you see what happens...

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Rachel was tired. She wanted to lie down, she wanted to sleep and most of all, she wanted Quinn. That was why, when the driver told her she they had arrived, she forgot all about her things, opened the door and sprinted out into Quinn's open arms. When she was sure Quinn had a good grip on her, she used the blonde's years of cheerleading and fitness to her advantage by wrapping her legs around her and hiding her face in her neck.

"Thanks for getting her here. Can you help us...well me, get out all her stuff?" Rachel left her head in Quinn's neck as she heard Brooke speak to the cab driver.

"She has almost fifteen bags in there."

"Why do you think I need help?"

"And the girl can't help herself why?" The driver asked, but it sounded like he was grabbing some bags anyway.

"She's had a rough day, give her a break. It's not that far, just give me a hand." There was a loud sigh before the sound of two people walking away.

"I'll be honest, I'm glad she kissed you." Quinn whispered. Rachel narrowed her eyebrows, but kept her face in the safety of Quinn's neck.

"Why's that? I would've thought that you hated it like you sounded like you did on the phone."

"Since then I have had some time to think about it. If I see her, I'm still going to make her pay, don't worry about that. But I'm trying to look at the big picture. Brook told me you slapped her. See, that brought a smile to my face. Yes, she kissed you, but it was only for a second before you pushed her off and I get to kiss you now. Best of all, she brought you back to me. You were already stuck with me before, but now you are stuck near me too. Now we get to go apartment hunting together and sleep with each other again and see each other every day. I really want to wake up next to you again as well. It's been way too long."

"Brook says that we can't do anything more than kiss tonight. She said that it's too short notice for her to crash somewhere else." Rachel mumbled.

"Since when do we listen to Brook?" Rachel shuddered as Quinn started to kiss her neck.

"She's been really nice to me. Besides, I really just want to be with you right now without it turning into anything more than it needs to be. I just want you to hold me."

"Good, because I wasn't going to let it become anything more anyway. Brook has been really cool about all this, but she has to have some kind of breaking point. We owe her for all of this. She's going to be moving further away from school for us and I don't really think it would be fair to kick her out or watch us have sex. We should probably help them bring in your stuff."

"Yes we should. I don't want them breaking anything and I don't really trust that cab driver." Rachel said as she lowered herself to the ground. When she was back on her own feet she kissed Quinn for her work and turned around to pick up some of her bags.

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Twenty minutes later the three girls were in their room. Rachel's belongings were everywhere but still all in their bags. Quinn was reclined on her bed with Rachel sitting between her legs. Quinn had her arms wrapped around the diva's stomach for more contact and Brook just looked at them from her own bed.

"So tell me what actually happened. So far all I know is that your old roommate kissed you. Tell me some details about how it actually happened." Brook asked after just watching them for a bit.

"We went to a cafe. We started talking. She said Quinn didn't care about me. When I told her that she did, she grabbed my hands and pulled me into a kiss. When I got the chance, I pulled away. Then I told her off and left."

"Then when did you slap her?" Brook asked.

"I told her not to go back to our room for an hour. She went back just as I was about to get in the taxi and got in my way. I asked her to move, but I was honestly hoping she didn't. I got lucky and she got a slap to the face and knocked on her butt." Quinn had just been listening intently. She had wanted to know more details about what had happened, but she didn't know if it would make her sound like she wasn't letting it go or she was angry at Rachel. She was neither, but she had been a little curious.

"Is it wrong for me to say that I'm a little proud of you for that? I would have beaten her to a pulp then and there, but I'm a tad more aggressive than you. You like to give people second chances and forgive, even if you shouldn't sometimes. I am more resentful and won't forgive until I have my revenge in some form." Quinn said as Rachel started to play with her fingers.

"It's not completely wrong. I haven't been around Rachel very long, but even I'm a little proud of her. I guess I'm in the middle of you two. I let things go, but I remember them. So I guess I don't really let them go, but I don't act on it or anything. If you do something to piss me off, I'll let it slide the first time, but that is probably the only time you will get away it. I guess it's pretty simple. Don't do anything wrong around Quinn, mess up once around me and mess up as much as you want with Rachel." Quinn narrowed her eyebrows.

"If you kiss her, I will destroy you. I won't even ask any questions. You go near her lips, you die." She threatened.

"I'M STRAIGHT! How hard is it for you to understand that? Go bash miss Lady-stealer so you can leave me alone." Quinn didn't soften her face.

"Lady-kisser. No one was stolen." Rachel corrected.

"Whatever. Tell your wack job to leave me alone. I'm straight, I'm not about to kiss you."

"She's not a wack job. Just slightly overprotective sometimes." Rachel defended.

"Overprotective? Who was the last girl I warned you about? What ended up happening there?" Quinn forced her way back into the conversation.

"Okay, point taken. Brook's nice. She's not going to kiss me. Don't worry." Quinn still didn't lower her death gaze from Brook though. Rachel craned her neck to see if Quinn was happy yet, and when she saw the evil look, she brought the blondes hands to her mouth and kissed them until the blonde's face softened. "Now say that you're sorry." Quinn rolled her eyes.

"I'm sorry." Quinn mumbled. Apparently it was good enough for Rachel who smiled proudly and craned her neck to quickly peck her girlfriend.

"Wh-ch." Quinn returned her sight to Brook who was mimicking a whip action. The blonde reached behind her head and grabbed a pillow before throwing it at the laughing redhead.

"See what happens when you don't let me deal with her my way?" Quinn asked Rachel.

"Well you kind of are." Rachel reasoned. Quinn just shook her head. Maybe bringing these two together was a bad thing. In more cases than not, she was going to be out numbered.

"See? Even she knows it. She's got you wrapped around her little finger."

"Just you wait. In a few weeks you'll be at her feet too. It'll be more embarrassing because you won't even be with her. You'll be her slave; I'm more like a paid employee." Quinn warned.

"Slaves always do a worse job. She'll quickly learn that you do everything better and will make you do all the important and hard jobs. I don't even think you'll be able to handle me being in the same room as her if you aren't there so I may not have to do anything alone." Brook reasoned.

"She doesn't need to be in the same room as you. I can give her your number, she can text you. Actually, that's probably better. You can't forget it that way."

"I'm sitting right here." Rachel interjected.

"I know that baby. I'm just trying to find the best way to make Brook do stuff for you." Quinn pecked the top of the diva's head.

"I can do things on my own!"

"You just said thirty seconds ago that I was whipped!"

"Well you are. Actually, I think I like the idea of two people going out of their way to make me happy. I only need one," Rachel quickly clarified, "but it might be nice to have Brook as a second if you need to do something else. Please, continue." Brook wasn't impressed.

"If you seriously think that your girlfriend is going to get me whipped, you're dreaming."

"You're already moving for her." Quinn pointed out. Brook opened her mouth, then closed it, then opened it again.

"I'm moving because it would seem as though you two need a keeper. She's overly dramatic and you give her what she wants. That's a bad combination if she chooses to go to the dark side."

"Again, I'm right here." Rachel said.

"The dark side? Really?" Quinn laughed.

"You know, she would ask you to break into a bank and steal all of the money. You would rush of to do it but notice you forgot to ask which one. Instead of asking her which money she wanted, you would just break into all the banks."

"Are you going to ask me to break into any banks?" Quinn asked as seriously as she could, shaking the diva to get her to pay attention.

"No, I can't have you go to jail, can I? I think I would still need you to do the important jobs like Brook said before."

"What kind of important jobs?" Quinn asked, running her tongue up Rachel's neck. The diva giggled and tilted her head to allow Quinn more room to operate.

"No you don't. Do I need to get a water bottle? Maybe a crowbar..."

"Just because you're all alone." Quinn sniped as she took her mouth away from her suddenly flustered girlfriend.

"I have enough...drama?... in my life now thanks to you two. Once I get used to all your crazy, over the top whacky lifestyles, maybe then I can focus on myself. It's not like I need someone, there's this thing called independence that some people have."

"Yeah, I bet all that 'independence' really helps you get over your stress. We may cause some of that stress, but there is no chance either of us will be relieving it for you." Quinn said.

"Not all of us are sex addicts Quinn. Some people learn to deal with problems and stress in ways that aren't completely degrading or keep up their roommates in ways that scar them for life."

"The only reason you aren't an addict is because you've never had Quinn. Before we got together I wasn't going to have sex until I was 25. Also, we won't scar you for life; if anything we will provide you with a chance for some real 'independence' through two sets of doors." Rachel chimed in. Quinn smiled.

"Again, I am not driven by my biological urges and for what I very dearly hope is the last time tonight. I. Am. Straight. Was your whole school gay or something?"

"No. You just set off my gaydar. Maybe it's the hair." Quinn answered off-handedly.

"You've only ever been with one girl. You can't possibly have a gaydar." Brook said.

"I was right about Bitchia." Quinn said darkly.

"Better point. What are the chances of both you and your lesbian girlfriend being roomed up with other lesbian chicks? In case you think something else, the answer is almost zero."

"She turned me didn't she? Head cheerleading, celibacy leader, straight as a ruler Quinn Fabray." Quinn shrugged.

"Hang on? I turned YOU gay? What do you mean I turned you? You kissed me when we were friends. If anything, you turned me." Rachel said.

"I was straight before I got close to you Rachel. Then you kissed me and I knew that I loved you. So, you are the reason I am gay."

"Fine, but you turned me too."

"See, she does turn people."