Disclaimer: I do not own glee.
I apologise for the delay, first I had to hike across mountains for 5 days, then get my A-levels, then do a presentation on the hike before starting back to school, and then… my internet was down for a week but without any further delay…
As promised, it's longer. And of course I planned it about the phone- yeah no, I just made it up when I was notified that I forgot that little detail. See this is why I need more reviews to let me know about these things :)
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Revenge is said to be a dish best served cold. Quinn had been witness when Rachel took the saying literally and had the football team doused in the notoriously ice cold drinks popular among the school's elite. (They really were the only ones that really bought them.)
Quinn sighed. She would have to take it metaphorically then. She smiled slightly. Rachel would have to approve. After all, the girl was all about metaphors.
She would strike when they least expected it. Furthermore, Quinn had to find out who the actual perpetrators were. It wouldn't be fair to punish everyone for the actions of a few- although Quinn really wanted to. However, the reason many of the squad bothered to harass Rachel was only due to her own behaviour towards the singer.
That would stop now. Or, well, when she got to school...
Quinn frowned, she needed to shower... She didn't want to go upstairs in case Rachel was changing, even though they had been in the guest room...
Oh sod it! You can do this. Quinn forcefully stood up from the island and practically marched to the stairs, stomping her way to the top where she almost collided with a fully dressed Rachel.
"Uh hi." Wow, elegant.
"Hello Quinn. Did you have a pleasant sleep?" Rachel asked kindly. The cheerleader was mainly just staring at her; it was both flattering and creepy.
Speak moron! "Yes. Yes, I did. Thank you, for letting me stay and for staying with me, and also picking me up and for everything really. I know I didn't deserve it but thank you." Quinn blushed and fiddled with her hands. She hated thanking people or apologising. It always seemed awkward and insincere. Some things just can't be expressed verbally.
Rachel sighed. She hadn't meant what she had said to the other girl. "About what I said-"
"Forget it, you were right-" Quinn sighed, well sort of...
"No." Rachel shook her head as she looked into Quinn's stunned eyes. "No I wasn't. You are a good person Quinn; you just lost your way for a while. I know why you did those things to me... I kind of always had an idea, but what you told me last night just confide it all, so no more apologies. I honestly forgive you, what I said the other day was uncalled for and unfair, I was just slightly... Overwhelmed with the events of the day."
Quinn shifted on her feet. Well, I wasn't expecting that... "I understand...
And thank you but... What exactly did I say last night?" Quinn bit her lip, rather anxious to know what she had possibly blurted out in her drunken state.
Rachel smiled, "You told me the truth, which is all I'd ever want." Rachel stepped back onto the landing to let Quinn up the stairs; once they were on equal footing Rachel added, "Your uniform is on the chair, you can use the en suite- they are fresh towels that are hanging in there."
"Oh Uh thank you... Again." Quinn smiled shyly, still worried that she didn't know what her words were last night but relieved that she had somehow made amends with the girl, even if it was through a drunken haze.
"See you downstairs superwoman." With that parting comment Rachel dashed down the stairs to make herself breakfast.
Quinn stood there in confusion. Superwoman? Suddenly Quinn glanced down at her chest before looking straight ahead and mentally face-palming. Kill her now...
Quinn slinked off to the guest room, hoping the shower would wash away her feelings of utter embarrassment.
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Rachel had driven the trio to school, and intended on dropping Quinn off home afterwards as there was no Cheerio practice today, which Quinn was mighty thankful for considering her hangover. The shower had helped decrease her headache significantly, however, there was still a light throbbing behind her eyes that she just couldn't shake and if she had taken a ride home with Santana the throb would probably spread throughout her body as she tended to blare her music through a huge subwoofer in the trunk of her car.
The only thing concerning the cheerleader was the chance that Rachel may bump into her mother whilst dropping her home.
Judy and Rachel meeting was something she would rather avoid as lord only knows what her mother will say or do.
"So I'll see you at the end of school in order to facilitate your journey home safely?" Rachel doubled checked as the trio walked into school.
Quinn smiled fondly, "Yes Rachel." Rachel nodded and went to turn down the opposite corridor to Quinn, when the blonde grabbed her arm, gently. "Are you doing anything at lunch?"
Rachel glanced at the hand resting lightly on her wrist, surprised at how tenderly the Cheerio was holding onto her, she just wished her grip was a little lower so that they were holding hands.
"I'm just eating in the auditorium as usual. I think David and Noah are hitting the gym for a while instead of joining me. May I ask why you're inquiring?"
Quinn grinned, "Of course you can ask! But I may not answer," Rachel nodded seriously causing Quinn to chuckle, "I'm kidding Rach, I was wondering if it would be alright if I joined you?"
Rachel smiled, "I'd very much appreciate you keeping me company Quinn."
"Good."
"Good." The pair just stared at one another for a minute, content with the silence between them, before Rachel cleared her throat to break the moment- fearing she was conjuring it up in her mind. "You um need to relinquish your grip so I can get to Homeroom Quinn."
Quinn jumped and dropped her arm away from Rachel's, embarrassed that she had been holding onto her for so long. "Right, Homeroom. I'll see you at lunch Rachel." Quinn quickly hurried off.
Rachel thought it was sweet how Quinn's cheeks had flushed pink when she realised that she had been latched onto her wrist. She as going to have lunch with Quinn today... Awesome.
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"Hey Rach!" The brunette smiled out the window of the truck at the Cheerio, pulling the lock up to let her get in.
"Hello Quinn," Rachel watched as the girl hopped into the cab and slipped on her belt before she started the truck. "I take it from your increased amplitude that your hangover has all but been eradicated?"
Quinn chuckled," You take correctly."
They drove in silence for a short while before Quinn asked," Do you mind if I turn on the radio?"
Rachel glanced at Quinn and reached into the cup holder, making sure the vehicle kept driving straight, "If you plug that in, then hit mode until it says 'aux' then you can play your iPod off it."
"Oh." Quinn hooked the device up, "Thanks."
Rachel listened as the first bars of the song began to filter through her speakers, was that? "You listen to Sigor Ros?"
Quinn smiled and shot a look at Rachel, "I like the fact that even though you may not understand the words, the music clues you in. It's like… a demonstration of the way that sometimes words aren't need to express emotion but they can be expressed in other ways."
Rachel nodded, "Very true. Is this your house?"
Quinn paused the music and peeked out the passenger window and saw that they had already reached her home.
"Yeah, thanks." Quinn paused after popping the passenger door open. "Would want to come in? For a drink or something?"
Rachel hesitated before nodding, "Sure, why not?"
The pair exited the truck and made their way up the park, Rachel pushing the button on the keys to lock the doors. Just as Quinn went to open the door, it swung open.
"Oh Quinnie! I was just about to hang these flower baskets out." Quinn blushed at the nickname and looked back to an amused but nervous Rachel.
"Um mom? This Rachel, Rachel mom." Rachel made to shake Judy's hand but the older Fabray grabbed the proffered limb and pulled her into a hug.
"It's lovely to finally meet you Rachel, Quinnie never stops talking about how wonderful your voice is!"
"Mom!" Quinn squeaked. Judy released the dazed brunette but kept her tucked into her side.
"Why don't you come on in Rachel, I think we could all bake some cookies- vegan of course."
Quinn watched in horror as her mom led a stunned yet more content Rachel into the house. Oh dear god… this could not be good.
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What do you guys think of football player Rachel? I probably won't put her in this fic though. Just curious.
Reviews always welcomed! :)