A/N: My sister went out and bought the third season of Glee. I ended up watching the last few episodes again today and I feel somewhat reinvigorated (?). For the last few chapters it's been more "I need to get this done" rather than "Yippee, writing!" Now I feel more like I did when I started writing, so that's good.

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"Do you have everything ready? I don't want to have to wait around any longer than I already have to."

"You aren't very patient are you?" Brook asked, reclining further onto her bed.

"I don't like to wait any longer than I have to. I realise that things take time occasionally and that that can't be avoided but this is something you can make a difference about."

"Relax. Quinn won't get back for another hour at least. I have plenty of time to start packing when I feel like it."

"You haven't started packing?" Rachel panicked. She jumped up from the bed she was on and started looking around for Brook's things so she could put them into bags.

"I'm joking, calm down. Can you see any of my things that aren't already in bags? No. Maybe next time use a little less talking and a bit more looking."

"Well I'm sorry that I am excited and slightly nervous. This is one of those big things in life that you only get one real chance at. I want it to go properly."

"What's one of those big things? You've moved twice already in the time space of a couple months." Brook pointed out.

"It's not the moving that's exciting. Well, it is. But not really. It kind of is, but it's not that actual action of moving-"

"Spit it out." Brook pleaded. Rachel took a second to collect herself and think of a way to explain what she was thinking.

"It's not the moving that's making me like this. It's moving in with Quinn. It's exciting and I've been looking forward to it longer than I am willing to admit. Everything about this is what I want, but at the same time really isn't. Do you know what I mean?"

"I don't have the slightest clue in the world of what you mean in any regard whatsoever. Look, how about I just ask you questions and you answer them. THINK about what you say before you say it. It's obvious whatever it is you want to say is something that is always on your mind so I am giving you a chance to get it off your chest. I know that you would probably tell Quinn anything and everything she wanted to know, but it might be good for you to have an alternative venting area. This may be a onetime offer depending on how thins goes though."

"How do you know I think about this a lot? Besides, if I've been thinking about whatever it is a lot then why would I need to think about my answers now? This doesn't make much sense." Rachel said casually.

"So you don't want to do it?" Brook asked.

"No, no, no. I want to do it. Ask away." Brook smirked at Rachel's desperation. The redhead thought that the diva was pretty easy to read. It was easy to guess what Rachel was feeling because she wore her heart on her sleeve and was outspoken. Her actions were easy to predict because she was so emotion driven.

"Okay then. Let me see... Um, are you happy that you are moving?" Brook thought she'd start off with the easy one.

"Yes." Brook had to admit that even though it was a simple question, she had been expecting a much more long winded answer.

"Good. Are you happy that you are going to be living with Quinn?"

"Of course."

"What about me?" This question was less to help Rachel and more to satisfy Brook's own curiosity. In reality, they had known each other for little over a week and even then Rachel was occupied with Quinn most of the time. Brook was perfectly happy with that, it just meant she was going to have to take more time to get to know the diva that her roommate had fallen in love with.

"This is going to sound a little rude, but I don't really care that you're moving in with us. I mean, you're really nice and all, but I don't really know you that well. I like you, but I don't know you well enough to be over the moon about moving in with you. That's not to say that I'm unhappy about it. You've been really kind to Quinn and everything so I'm thankful. You also let me move in with you, even if it was just for a small amount of time, and I feel that I owe you somewhat."

"So I'll put you down as 'not unhappy.'" Brook pretended to scribble down on an imaginary piece of paper.

"What about you?" Rachel asked, somewhat nervously.

"Well, I have lived with myself for most of my life so-"

"About me." Rachel said loudly. Brook exaggerated a smile at her.

"Oh, you." She said flatly. "I guess I'm more or less the same. Maybe a little happier. I mean, it beats either living in a room on my own and basically living like a loner or having to start all again with a new roommate. Even then there's no guarantee that I won't get a wack job."

"So I'm the lesser of two evils?"

"No. You are the pretty damn lucky to have on standby." Rachel's head fell to one side in confusion.

"I don't understand." Clearly.

"In a situation that could be very bad, you are something that brings it back to being somewhat level. In another situation, you would be good, but here you're pretty amazing considering the circumstances." Rachel's face lit up like a Christmas tree at the word 'amazing'.

"Well, I am a star." She tried to act humble; it didn't work.

"Don't let that go to your hot air balloon head. It's big enough as it is. Moving on. You said you were scared before, what about?"

"None of us have seen the apartment we're about to move into. Not only is it incredibly irresponsible and potentially dangerous, but if it isn't up to scratch then all of Quinn's hard work will have been for nothing. What about that isn't scary?" Rachel actually looked quite frightened. Not just slightly nervous, but genuinely frightened that this might go wrong.

"I'm not worried." Brook shrugged.

"How? Is that even possible?" Brook perked up a bit and switched onto the fact that Rachel sounded hysterical.

"Okay, okay. Breathe. Calm down. It's not like we are moving into some unknown crack house where we could find a bomb or something. It's an apartment that we have seen pictures of on the computer. The worst thing that could happen is that it could be a little small or have some cracks or something that need patching up. We aren't going to get there and find a heap of rubble." While Brook had been speaking, Rachel had calmed herself down a bit.

"But how can you know that? It would be so easy for someone to take advantage of us. We don't really know what we're doing. I got my dads to get me my dorm room and everything. I don't have any idea what we were supposed to do."

"It's a good thing you, well we, have Quinn then. She's not stupid; she would have made sure everything was okay before she bought the place. She'll take care of you, you know that right?" In the small time she had known Rachel it was something she had occasionally wondered. Rachel was impulsive, but surely she always had the knowledge that Quinn was looking after her.

"I know, but it's just hard to remember sometimes."

"How?" Brook asked, bit of an edge creeping into her voice.

"I love her more than anything and I know she would do anything for me. I know it. It's just sometimes I forget that not everyone is against me anymore. After the first few weeks of school, I started waiting for slushies and I mentally prepared myself each morning for whatever taunts were going to be thrown at me. I've been with Quinn for over a year now, so I have it closer to the front of my mind that she cares about me, but old habits die hard."

"So you don't trust her not to hurt you?"

"That's not what I said at all. It's reflexive, not what I know. Preparing yourself to get hurt every day doesn't just go away quickly. I always look for the best in people. I always give second chances. That doesn't mean I don't fear that it could come back to hurt me. In all honesty I don't even think it has anything to do with Quinn anymore, it's just that I'm used to getting hurt for no reason by people who I don't know."

"So it's a bit like the whole 'trust people, but keep your money in your sock' thing?"

"What?"

"Don't worry." Brook thought about what Rachel had said. Quinn had told her how mean everyone used to be to Rachel. She had gone into great detail about the horrible things they used to do to her, just to try and crush her sense of self worth and confidence. Brook had thought it was bad at the time, but there was something about hearing it from Rachel that really hit her hard.

"You know what I said about Quinn paying for what you're going to give her in the future?" Brook asked.

"Yeah, I still think it's stupid and wrong."

"That's because it is. I think she may just be trying to catch up on how she used to treat you in the past."

"That's even more stupid and wrong. She knows I forgive her for all of that." Rachel said with an air of confidence and superiority.

"Tell that to the giraffe." Brook joked.

"Tell that to the...What?"

"Giraffe. They sleep for like, half an hour a day. This, unsurprisingly, is about five times as much as Quinn does." Rachel sent her a death glare. Brook just shrugged it off. "Well am I wrong?" Just as Rachel was about to retort, the door opened and Quinn walked in.

"Wow, you guys are still actually awake. I figured you would just fall asleep and that I would get to just crawl in bed too. Clearly that failed. Oh well, I suppose I can sleep in the taxi if Rachel doesn't bounce around with excitement."

"You can give up on that then. I just hope you can sleep well on pillows and a sleeping bag. You're going to need to be able to pay attention tomorrow so we can buy a couple of beds. I know Rachel will be all, 'it's ours so we need to get it together' with you." Brook was slightly worried about that. Quinn needed to sleep and Rachel probably wouldn't let her. She would want to make sure they made their decisions together in which case Quinn would have to go places. Although good for their relationship, Quinn really didn't need it right now.

"I can hear you you know. I don't like it when people talk about me like I'm not in the room when not twenty seconds ago that person was talking with me." Quinn grabbed some clothes from the top of one of her bags. She then kissed Rachel quickly before heading to the bathroom to change out of her uniform.

"We know you can hear us Rach. But come on, it's totally something you will do tomorrow morning at about 5.30." Quinn closed the door behind her as she walked into the bathroom. Brook watched Rachel as the diva bit her bottom lip and looked at the door. Hopefully she was thinking about trying to put Quinn first for once.

"Are we going as soon as Quinn is done changing?" Brook asked after a few seconds. Rachel tore her gaze away from the door to look at her.

"Of course. Quinn needs her sleep." Rachel jumped up from the bed and walked over to her bags.

"So you aren't calling a taxi, why?"

"Quinn's changing, you're backup servant. Call a taxi." Brook's head fell to the side, trying hard to follow that logic. She couldn't. She pulled out her phone anyway and dialled the company's number.

"It's easier than arguing. An argument needs some sort of sense to actually happen. That had none." She said as she waited for the taxi people to pick up.

"It's already been established and it did make sense anyway."

"Whatever you say almighty ruler." Brook started to bow in fake worship of Rachel.

"Just get the taxi." Rachel ordered.

"Yes miss. Sorry miss. I bed for forgiveness miss." Quinn walked back into the room, her pants and button-up shirt replaced with a dress.

"Are you ordering her around Rachel?" She asked, eyebrow raised.

"Maybe."

"Good." Quinn walked up behind Rachel who was fiddling with her bag. She wrapped her arms around the diva's middle and fell onto the bed, pulling Rachel with her. There was a high pitched squeal from Rachel, and then laughter from both. Although Brook couldn't really hear what the man on the phone was saying, she didn't want them to quieten down; they didn't get enough of this kind of stuff. That was something she hoped would change with the move, but it still seemed unlikely.

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A/N: I also realise that the Faberry has been lacking a bit. Now that Brook has been somewhat introduced as an actual character, it's time to work on bringing them back together.