A/N: There is going to be a large expanse of time between this update and the next. Sorry, unavoidable.

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Rachel shivered. She was cold. She didn't like being cold. She then registered that her bed was hard. She frowned, but still didn't open her eyes. She reached out to where Quinn should be and was met with the smooth feeling of synthetic materials. Of course, the sleeping bag.

Rachel's frowned deepened. Where was her sleeping bag? She felt down her body and wiggled her feet around. Yep, it was missing. She sighed and opened her eyes. Her first thought was if she had fallen asleep so close to Quinn. She didn't know exactly where she had fallen asleep, she had been too tired to really think about it, but she knew that there had been more than the two inches between the two of them that there was now.

Not one to let herself get distracted even by something as beautiful as her girlfriend, Rachel sat up and looked around her. A good three metres away, her sleeping bag was in a crumpled heap. She tilted her head to the side as she thought. There was no way she could have gotten her makeshift bed that far away from here.

Rachel decided further testing was needed. She stuck out one of her legs towards her sleeping bag, and scooted in its direction until her foot hit it. She then looked back over to where Quinn was. Yep, she had moved about a couch length to get closer to the blonde while they slept.

Rachel's immediate thoughts turned to how sad it was that she was this clingy. Then she took a moment to actually think about it and realised it wasn't sad at all. She knew she was high maintenance and okay, maybe a little clingy, but she had reason to be. It was Quinn Fabray she was close to. The girl she loved more than anything. So she wanted to be close to her, what was wrong with that?

"What are you thinking about?" Rachel flinched slightly at the sound of Quinn's voice. She had been certain the blonde was sleeping.

"You."

"Me?"

"You."

"Can you be a bit more specific?" Rachel smiled; she would be anything for Quinn.

"Maybe." Rachel said mischievously.

"Give me a reason why you shouldn't." Quinn prompted.

"It's embarrassing. I think. Maybe. Maybe not. I don't know."

"How about you tell me and I'll tell you if it's embarrassing or not?" Rachel sighed.

"Am I clingy? Wait, that's a bad question; I have no illusions about myself. I know that I'm clingy. I guess it's less about being clingy and more about whether it bothers you or not. Actually, it's probably not about that either. Well, yes. No. Yes. No. Maybe."

"Rachel, stop talking." Rachel shut her mouth immediately. "I don't think you're clingy." Rachel's face became one of the upmost disbelief. "I don't get to see you enough anymore to be clingy. Besides, even if I thought you were, the more I get to be around you, the better. That means clingy is good."

Rachel thought about that. She never really took how Quinn thought into account. Her feelings, yeah sure, but she just didn't know how to tackle the blonde's brain. She wasn't sure she wanted to either. Although she loved the girl to death, she knew what Quinn used to be like. It no longer played on her mind or opinion, but she knew Quinn must have thought through what she used to do.

Quinn seemed to notice Rachel's silence, because she kissed Rachel on the nose and pulled her to her feet. "Come on. Let's go and look around our new apartment so I can take a shower. I feel all grimy." Rachel allowed the blonde to pull her to her feet.

"You could just have your shower now if you wanted. I can wait."

"We both know you can't. Now, we can circle around in the main part and end back here in the en suite. Actually, that reminds me. Where did we put all the towels?" Rachel pulled Quinn to the door of their room pointing to one of the boxes at the door.

"In that blue one. It was one of the last bags I packed because I was smart enough to have a shower before we left last night." Rachel couldn't hide her matter-of-a-fact tone.

"Yeah, 'cause I had so much time to have a shower and wait around for hours last night. You would have been really happy with that, I can just tell." Rachel rolled her eyes at her girlfriend's sarcasm. Then she realised where she was and froze. Sure, it was just an apartment, but it was perfect. Rachel had figured that the pictures were probably taken in carefully thought out areas as to show off the best looking areas of the apartment, but it all looked perfect.

The dark wooden flooring absorbed the excess light that was provided by the window wall that was to their right as they looked into the living room. To their left was the entry door. Rachel looked at all the beige walls that surrounded her. She couldn't wait to cover them with photos. Rachel let her eyes skip over the kitchen that was across the room from her and let her eyes settle on the door to Brook's door that was adjacent to the window wall on the left.

"I'm surprised that you don't have a magnifying glass out yet." Rachel threw Brook a dirty look as she walked out of her bedroom. "Actually, I'm more surprised that you haven't already checked out the whole place and gone to buy beds yet." The diva ignored the redhead and walked into her bedroom.

"I prefer our bedroom Quinn." Rachel said after looking around in a second. It was much the same as her own room; beige walls, dark floor and a window.

"Why? Is it because we have an en suite or because it is bigger?" Brook feigned a laugh.

"At least I don't have to share my room." She pointed out with a smirk.

"Quinn's the best part of my room. The lock comes in a close second." Rachel said in what she hoped was a sultry voice.

"As long as you two remember to use the lock I think it may be my favourite part of your room too. Now, let's finish exploring." Rachel turned around to see Quinn blushing furiously and Brook walking to the bathroom across the room.

"She does have a point. I do wish the room was also soundproofed though. Oh well, I guess we can always get that done later." Rachel whispered into her girlfriend's ear. She felt a good sense of pride flow through her when she heard Quinn gasp a little.

Rachel was pretty happy with the bathroom, but she knew she would mainly only use it for having a bath as her en suite didn't have one. She gave the taps a quick once over to make sure they were all in good working order before heading over to the kitchen. There was a breakfast counter from the entry wall to three metres into the apartment. There was a six inch load bearing wall and then there was the door to the kitchen. It didn't have a handle; it just swung freely on its hinges.

Rachel took a breath before going in. Everything had been so perfect; she just hoped the kitchen didn't let it all down. She felt her mouth fall open as she walked into the room. The dark cupboards highlighted the white bench tops and tiled floor as well as the shiny silver of the stove top. Rachel was also pleasantly surprised to see that they had been given a fridge and freezer.

"One more thing you don't have to buy." Brook said absentmindedly as she opened the door and looked inside.

"They actually look really high quality. That is so awesome. Now, check it out to a larger extent later. Hurry up and let's look at the en suite. I wanna hurry up and have a shower." Rachel looked at Quinn and rolled her eyes. "What? Just because you had time to shower last night." Rachel rolled her eyes again as she passed Quinn and walked back into her room.

Rachel smiled when she walked into the en suite. Again, it was just like the pictures. White tiles, big mirror, shower big enough to hold both herself and Quinn. She couldn't help her cheeky grin when she noticed that the last was the most important to her. She reasoned that the en suite was for both of them so they may as well be able to use it at the same time.

"Happy nothing's broken?" Quinn asked as she brushed past her on her way inside the en suite.

"Are you asking if I am pleased that nothing is broken or if I am convinced nothing is broken?" Rachel asked back as Quinn set up her towel on the silver towel rack next to the shower.

"Either? Both?" Quinn yawned. "Doesn't really matter. We're here now."

"What if I said that I did notice something was broken?"

"I saw everything you saw, so I know you didn't. But if you did, I would yell at Brook for making me buy a place before we walked inside. I would probably then go on about how she had put you through more stress than you needed and what an inconvenience it was blah, blah, blah." Rachel smiled at the truth of it all.

"I'll leave you to your shower." Rachel started to leave the room.

"You could join me." Quinn suggested.

"No she can't. I'm not unpacking all this stuff by myself." Brook called from the living room. Rachel's pouted and Quinn laughed.

"Go help her. There is plenty of time for some fun later. It'll be better, on a new bed and everything."

Twenty minutes later, Quinn emerged from the bathroom. Rachel was happy to see she was only wearing a towel.

"I like this look on you. Maybe a little conservative, but we can work on making you comfortable with your body." Brook joked from the kitchen.

"Ha, ha. My clothes are still in one of these bags." Rachel and Brook had only gotten through one bag so far. It was mainly kitchen things so at least one of the rooms of the apartment looked lived in.

"Don't go opening them all." Rachel could just tell that Quinn really had no idea what bag her clothes were in. "Me, Brook, Kitchen. Ah, here we go." Rachel grabbed one of the bags.

"Thanks." Quinn reached for the bag.

"I'm giving you clothes and all you can say it 'thanks'? Come on Quinn, you can do better than that." She let Quinn connect their lips for a few seconds. When it was over she handed Quinn the bag and watched her go to their bedroom to get changed.

"Seeing as we have a fridge, I'll go and get some milk and stuff to drink." Brook proclaimed.

"Well, while you're out you can get-"

"No, no I can't. I'm just going to look around so I can have some coffee. I'm not filling this place with food." Brook cut off Rachel's speech before it could really get started.

"Well why should I have to? I know I'll end up doing it but why me?" Rachel asked. Why did she always have to do everything?

"Because you eat differently to me. You would make my buy stuff I've never heard of or seen in my life so I'd have to check to labels on everything I walk past to make sure I get it all."

"My eating habits aren't as abstract as you are making them out to be. It's pretty simple; if it has come from an animal, don't buy it. I also don't appreciate you making me out to be some kind of freaky eater just because I value life and don't like animals going through pain and torture so we can have something to eat, especially when there are alternatives." Rachel huffed.

"I don't think you're a freak. You know that. I just really have no idea about where we are right now and I don't want to go searching for a supermarket or something and get lost on the way back. Not to mention I would have to carry it all." Rachel had to concede that point. She had no idea where anything was either. If only she hadn't of been so excited about moving in with Quinn she could have focused on gaining a background on the area.

"Okay, how about this? Seeing as I'm working my ass off to get money, you two can do things to pitch in around here. Brook can do groceries and Rachel can do all the cooking. You can both clean. I realise that you two work too, but not as much or for as long as me. I don't have time to do anything else during the week." Quinn announced as she walked out of the bedroom, finally clothed.

"Deal." Brook said.

"I agree. Brook, you can do the groceries tomorrow if you must. It will give you time to learn the area and give me time to stockpile a list. I guess we'll have to have some kind of take out tonight." Rachel said.

"Kk. I'm still going to go and get coffee stuff now though. Would you like me to get soy milk while I am out?"

"Yes please."

"Okay then. See you when I get back."

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A/N: This chapter took a detour to what I was expecting. I realised after a little bit that they didn't actually have anything to fill the apartment with. Not a major problem, just pushes what I was going to do this chapter into the next.

I also realise that I explained the apartment really poorly. So here is the basic layout.

From the entry door going clockwise. Breakfast 'hole'-Kitchen-Brook's room- Window wall-Bathroom- Faberry room. All middle is living space.