A/N: As you may be able to tell, everything has started to get busy for me. That, plus I am hooked on tap tap again. At least I'm getting results for that though, I'm now in the top ten for 6 songs and I'm first for one of them. Best in the world XD.

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"What about that one?"

"It's not on the fourth floor."

"That one?"

"Not enough windows."

"That one?"

"That only has one bedroom. Come on Quinn, are you even trying?" Quinn took her hand off the mouse and used it to pinch the bridge of her nose. She took a deep breath before turning around to face Rachel who was standing behind her, looking over her shoulder at the screen.

"Rachel, honey. Unless it isn't really clear by now, I really don't care where we go and live. Obviously, Brook doesn't either." Quinn indicated to Brook who was laying on her back on her bed listening to her IPod. "So how about I give you the mouse, and you can tell me when you find one that is you approved."

"But it's going to be our first apartment together." Rachel pouted.

"It's going to be our first apartment together anyway." Quinn pointed out. Rachel's pout didn't falter, so Quinn wrapped her arms around the diva and pulled her onto her lap. "Fine, how about you have the mouse, find one you like and then I'll tell you what I think? If I like it, we can bring Brook back to the real world and when she says she doesn't care where we live and then we can go further from there okay?" Rachel thought for a second.

"But you aren't allowed to just humour me. If you don't like it you actually have to tell me." Rachel warned.

"Would I ever lie to you?"

"About something like this where it would go against my choice? Yes, yes you would."

"Fine, I'll be honest. Now hurry up and find something."

An hour later, Quinn was almost asleep with her cheek pressed against Rachel's back. The only sound in the room was of the occasional click of the mouse and the scrolling wheel.

"You two are hopeless, you know that right?" Brook broke the silence as she pulled out her earphones. Quinn lifted her heavy head from Rachel's back.

"I don't see you doing anything to speed anything up."

"That's because I wanted to teach you guys a lesson." Brook said it as though it was obvious.

"And what might that lesson be?" Quinn asked angrily.

"That I can do something in thirty seconds that takes you two hours."

"You think you can find a place?"

"I just did on my IPod." Brook got up off her bed and walked to the computer Rachel and Quinn were at. She held out her IPod and Quinn snatched it. "Hey, I just sped up the process. No need to be snarky about it."

"We'll see about that." Quinn mumbled as she looked at the apartment Brook had found. After a minute, she looked up."I hate you, do you know that?"

"What, why? Did she find one that is acceptable?" Rachel asked, twisting her body away from the computer so she could face Quinn.

"Quinn probably found plenty of them that were 'acceptable', I just found one that is your over-the-top planned-out-to-every-little-detail dream apartment." Rachel was still for a second.

"Gimme, gimme, gimme. Let me see it Quinn." Rachel started to try and grab at the iPod still in Quinn's hands. Quinn let her struggle for a little bit before handing it to her excited girlfriend. The room was silent once again as Rachel looked over every little detail the website offered about the apartment.

"So, for my apartment finding excellence, I'll either take cash or some form of baked goods. You can choose, I'm not fussed." Brook said as she took the iPod back from Rachel who was still yet to speak.

"I preferred you when you were helpful without being right about anything." Rachel said as she got off Quinn's lap. "I'll start packing. Quinn, you can call the owner or whoever you need to call to make sure no one else tries to buy my apartment."

"Actually, I do have a preference now. You guys can bake me something. It takes longer to do and it'll probably last longer." Brook continued as though Rachel hadn't spoken as she handed Quinn her iPod.

"I'm not baking you anything. I'm basically paying for a place for you to live." Quinn said as she pulled out her phone and started dialling the number.

"Hey, I'm paying! Maybe not all that much, but I still am!" Brook defended. Quinn rolled her eyes and walked outside to take the call in a quieter environment.

"Now I feel bad again." Rachel said as she watched Quinn walk outside.

"Again? You were before? Am I missing something?" Brook looked very confused.

"I feel bad that Quinn works so hard and doesn't get anything back from it." Rachel elaborated.

"Well, I hate to say this, but it's probably true. You do realise that she is going to be getting so much out of this." Now Rachel was confused. Brook saw the confusion and explained. "You make it big, you get money, right?" Rachel nodded. "Because Quinn will be married to you, she will also get this money.

"In effect, when you get on Broadway, she could just stay at home and you guys would still be able to fly around the world in first class and eat at five start restaurants when you get wherever you are going. I'm not saying she will just sit on her ass and enjoy the money, she'll probably do something just as impressive and make money too, I'm just saying that she wants to hold her own because she knows that soon enough you will."

"So what you're saying is that she makes all the money, then at a certain point I make all the money. That we will more or less live half a person's working life each?" Rachel asked. There was a small bite to her voice that Brook picked up on.

"No, that's not what I'm saying. Think of it this way. Quinn knows you are going to make a lot of money. Do you agree?" Rachel nodded.

"I'm a star."

"Okay, well do you also agree that when you make all this money, you will share it with Quinn?" Rachel nodded again.

"Of course, I love her and I want her to be happy."

"She would feel the same way now, but that's not the point. Because you will have money, she will have money and she won't feel like she deserves it. What she is doing now is making sure she does what she can to deserve what she will be getting. I know that it's silly, but it's how she is. You know that." Rachel nodded, she did know that.

"Well you can help me make her stop."

"Why? She's coping. If it gets bad, then I'll tell her to stop but right now it's not killing her. If you don't like it, you tell her to stop." Rachel narrowed her eyes.

"So you don't care that she's doing herself harm?"

"So she's not getting as much sleep as she probably should. It's not doing her too much harm. Again, if you think it's so bad, you talk to her. She'd probably ignore me anyway. This is going to sound really selfish and I know that, it probably is selfish anyway. You do realise that if she hadn't of been working her ass off for the last few weeks then we wouldn't be able to get this apartment right? One of us is going to have to kill ourselves to pay for it and Quinn seems to have volunteered."

"But that's not right. We will all live in the apartment together, we should all pay together." Brook brought her hands to her face in frustration.

"I know that. We do. Quinn just puts in more."

"What do I put in more of?" Quinn asked as she walked back into the room. "We can move in Friday by the way." She smiled. Rachel was somewhat saddened by the smile. It was a genuine smile, but the diva couldn't get over how tired and worn down her girlfriend looked. Over the last week she had been staying with Quinn and Brook, she had experienced firsthand what it was like for Quinn to get home so late.

"Effort? Love? Attention? Take your pick." Brook said, clearly trying to avoid letting Quinn on to what they had been talking about.

"Okay? I've got to say, I am really excited about this. It's an adventure. I mean, on Friday we are moving into an apartment none of us have actually seen. I feel all irresponsible and chance-takey." Quinn's smile had gone from happy to that of a little kid that had just gotten away with a prank.

"Chance-takey? Really? I see that this has all gone to your head and completely messed up whatever form of English teaching you were taught in school." Brook laughed. Quinn stuck her tongue out at her roommate.

"I hadn't thought about that. Thanks Quinn, now I feel all dirty." Rachel scrunched up her face in disgust and shook her hands to try and rid herself of the bad feeling. How would her dad's react to finding out that she had not only left her dorm room to live with Quinn, but was now going to live in an apartment with Quinn and a girl she didn't know very well and none of them had actually seen it? She had held back on telling them what had happened until things had settled down and she actually worked out how to tell them.

"Oh, it's okay Rachel. We can all be dirty together. I know that you and Quinn will be very frequently when we move in." Brook said suggestively. Quinn blushed and covered her face.

"I'll be as dirty as I want with Quinn, but you won't be joining us." Rachel shot back. Brook just laughed at her. That was something Brook clearly seemed to enjoy doing. Having fun. She was relaxed and carefree, but she knew when to take things seriously.

"Do I get to watch?" Brook asked.

"Well you're straight, so sure."

"RACHEL!" Quinn's voice was much higher than it usually was.

"Calm down Quinn. There's this thing called joking. We're doing it right now." Brook told a red faced Quinn. "On another note, you're the smart one. Do we start packing now or do we wait?"

"Well I guess that it doesn't really matter when-" Quinn started.

"Doesn't really matter? We have to start packing right away. Keep the clothes that you intend on wearing for the next few days at the top of your bags and put everything else in lower. It will make for a much smoother and easier transition if you are prepared to go right after school on Friday." Rachel immediately started packing her bags again once she had finished talking.

"So, as I was saying. It doesn't really matter when you start packing as long as you are ready on Friday as I am sure Rachel will want to be there as soon as possible. For me, it matters even less as I am working right after school." Quinn said in a sweet voice. Rachel immediately stopped packing and stood up to face Quinn.

"What time do you finish?" She asked, fearing the answer.

"Um, I dunno. Ten maybe?" Quinn shifted uncomfortably.

"Don't give me that. I know you know what time you finish. Tell me." Rachel demanded. She folded her arms to look somewhat intimidating.

"Eleven thirty."

"ELEVEN THIRTY!" Quinn cringed.

"You don't have to wait for me though. Just go down there and get some of your stuff into some places and I'll see it when I get there." Quinn reasoned.

"No. Brook can do what she wants but I am waiting for you. It's our first apartment and we will be seeing it together. There is nothing you can say that will make me even think about going there without you." Quinn wasn't going to go down without a fight though.

"I don't see how both of us having to wait to go and see it will benefit either of us in any way."

"Because it will be OURS. That means we both have it together. I want to see it at the same time as you do."

"But it'll be late and we'll be too tired to really take anything in. Don't you want to be all excited for when I get there and wake up the next morning so you can show me everything?"

"No. I'd much rather be excited and show you everything when we get there and see it together. Granted, that might not happen because we'll be tired and just want to sleep, but then I can do it in the morning when we are together. I'm not going without you Quinn." Rachel crossed her arms again to show her conviction. Quinn sighed.

"Brook, some intervention please."

"Diva wins. We aren't going without you." Brook shrugged.

"What?" Quinn was shocked at the betrayal.

"Smart decision Brook."