Disclaimer: I don't own glee unfortunately.
Ask and you shall receive. Baby pictures here we come.
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"And this was the time she decided to mash some cake into her hair, heavens knows why." Rachel grinned at the embarrassed cheerleader slumped in the arm chair. "Awk and here's her having her first bath time."
Rachel smiled at the Polaroid of a little chubby blonde baby. "Quite the nudist our Quinnie, hated to wear clothes of any kind..."
"Mom!" Quinn slapped her hands onto the arms of the chair, her face red with mortification. She had sat through the toddler pictures, she had dealt with the elementary commentary but she put her foot down on the humiliating habits.
Rachel blushed at the thought of a naked Quinn yet laughed at the state of the normally composed girl in front of her, she realised it was probably unfair of Judy to inflict this on her daughter but it was just too darn funny.
Judy took great delight in the scarlet shade her daughter was turning, although she knew it was time to stop. For now at least.
"Fine," Judy rolled her eyes good naturedly. "Who wants cookies?," She clap her hands together in excitement. "They should be ready by now." Without waiting for a reply she went into the kitchen to fetch the freshly baked goods.
Quinn buried her face in her hands, not wanting to look at Rachel's smirking face. "Soo... Nudist huh?"
Quinn groaned into her hands and pulled her legs onto the chair to curl into a ball; trying to block out Rachel's giggles, when she heard it. Rachel's laugh cut off abruptly and Quinn returned to the seated position resembling that of a normal individual.
She looked to Rachel who had her hands covering her mouth and was staring back with wide eyes. A slow smile began to bloom on Quinn's face. "Did you just snort?"
Rachel's well-manicured hands began to flap around indignantly as she began to protest. "Pfft! Snort... I did not snort- I do not snort thank you very much-" Rachel paused for a minute trying to find more evidence to rebut the fact that she had indeed snorted, rather loudly in fact. She really didn't want Quinn poking fun, normally the things used to taunt her, she knew they were untrue- see Treasure Trail- but this was one thing she knew made her look/sound like an absolute dork.
Quinn noticed how Rachel's face was gradually turning pink. Oh... Quinn got it now. She was embarrassed. As much as she wanted to wind her up after all the embarrassment she had just faced, she knew it was hardly a dent in comparison to what Rachel had gone through. Besides, she wanted the singer to be comfortable around her now, not worried that Quinn will suddenly turn on her. "I think it's cute when people snort."
Rachel gave up trying to protest. Quinn sort of called her cute. Quinn just smiled and Rachel found herself at a loss of how to respond.
"Cookies!" Judy beamed, placing the tray on the sitting room table. "Eat up my lovelies."
Rachel still found it kind of weird how friendly the elder Fabray was being, especially since she had encountered Russell on more than one occasion and he was quite hateful towards Rachel's family- ha he would have had a field day if he knew the actual way her home life was.
"Whoa, these are delicious Ms Fabray!"
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Rachel ended up staying for a further two hours before setting off home. She could honestly say that she had enjoyed every minute of her time in the Fabray household.
Judy had explained that since Russell no longer lived with them, they were going to redecorate the whole house. Rachel had been agreeable to the task, for whilst the mother and daughter seemed more relaxed, the house still had an oppressive feel about it.
Rachel had offered her services for whenever they decided to redecorate, which Judy eagerly accepted, all the while Quinn protested that she shouldn't feel she had to, and that would it not be too much with all the extra commitments she had on. Rachel easily waved off her concerns, at the moment she was carefully reconsidering her future with the glee club, so she may end up with a lot more free time on her hands- not like the rehearsals ever got anything done, they all just bitched at her until Mr Schue turned up then bitched amongst each other. Pointless.
Anyway, on the home she notice a screeching sound start up one she went over a particularly large speed bump. It might have had something to do with her rather over enthusiastic use of the accelerator when she was listening to 'Do you wanna Touch', she couldn't help that her leg jumped when the 'yeahs' part came up. It was an energetic song… When she parked up, she quickly made her way to the rear of the vehicle and crouched down, confirming her suspicions of the exhaust being the source of the noise.
It appeared as though when she had hit the bump she had somehow managed to dislodge the exhaust or break something, causing it to hang haphazardly down. This needed seen to stat.
Rachel sighed as she dropped her car keys in the bowl once she stepped into the house. She wondered how much this repair would cost. It wasn't the first time that she had required that car to be fixed, she had had the windscreen smashed, and the window wiring short out. Not good.
"What's with the long face?" Dave asked, seeing the fed up demeanour of his housemate. "I thought you were stoked to go to Quinn's? Did something happen?"
Rachel gave him a tired smile. She felt the drain of the day suddenly catch up with her. The fact that she had spent several hours with the girl who had made her life rather difficult for past years really took it out of her. "I had a lovely time, but I'm afraid I've dislodged the exhaust on the Dodge."
"Oh... Well I could take it down to Burt's now?"
Rachel rubbed her eyes, "That would actually be great. As long as he doesn't have Finn work on it, I dread to think what might happen. We would probably get a smart car back."
Dave chuckled, moving passed Rachel and grabbing the keys. "I took the liberty of ordering Chinese, the box is in the microwave. You should probably grab a few winks before eating though."
Rachel smiled kindly at him. "That sounds absolutely wonderful David, thank you. I shall see you later then, thank you for taking the car."
"No sweat Rach. See you later!" Dave shut the door behind him once he saw Rachel head for the stairs. Poor girl looked knackered...
Dave easily got the pickup out and noticed that he could certainly hear the exhaust trailing along the ground. The drive to Burt's Tyres was not that long, probably ten minutes at the most and when Dave exited the car he was pleasantly surprised when a guy cane straight up to him, inquiring as to whether or not he was in need of assistance.
"Um, yes actually. The exhaust has come loose and needs fixed up, if you don't mind."
The guy with slicked back hair nodded easily, "Not a problem, especially not for you." The guy smiled nicely. Dave squirmed slightly as he noticed the guy run his eyes over him, but this wasn't to assess him, it seemed as though he was almost checking him out.
"Um, thanks? Here's the keys." The guy was short, not too much taller than Rachel and he was wearing an oil stained vest that was presumably white originally, with his overall's covering his legs but the top half tied around his waist. So his name tag was safely hidden.
"You are ever so welcome." The guy grinned brightly at him before extending his hand," I'm Blaine Anderson and I'll be your mechanic this evening."
Dave smiled shyly back, shaking Blaine's hand firmly. "David Karofsky, but my friends call me Dave."
"Well, pleasure to meet you Dave." The mechanic nodded confidently, folding his arms across his chest, making Dave take notice of his subtle biceps. And the fact that the guy had a light sheen of sweat reflecting the light hitting his skin.
"Likewise."
"Oh Blaine!" Dave noticed the guy cringe at the familiar high pitched screech of the one and only-
"Hello, Kurt." Came the mechanic's 'curt' reply. It made Dave feel slightly better to get a warmer response than the effeminate boy although there was a tingle of worry that it could be because of Kurt's blatant homosexuality that he reacted negatively.
"I just wanted to know if you wanted to go grab dinner sometime?"
"I'm sorry I can't... I have a prior engagement."
"But I haven't said when!"
"Yeah, sorry, I'm booked out." The guy shrugged and Dave watched in satisfaction as Lady Hummel gave a little huff before failing at flicking his hair, then storming off. "Sorry about him... He's just sooo..."
"Gay?" He tested but Blaine simply chuckled.
"I was going to say cocky. He thinks just because he's out- waaayyy out, then any guy will want him." Dave's eyebrows rose in pleasant surprise. "Enough about him, if I fix your car by tomorrow morning, would you go out to dinner with me?"
The footballer spluttered in surprise, the first thing to come out was, "It's my friend's car."
Blaine smiled at the cute fumbling guy in front of him." Okay, if I fix your friends car by tomorrow will you go on a date with me?"
"I thought you were booked out?"
"I intend to be, if you say yes."
Dave thought for a moment, before just gazing at the boy in front of him. Standing there with an easy smile, completely at ease with himself. Dave needed that. "I... Um, yeah... Uh okay." He nodded shakily.
"Awesome!" Blaine pulled out a marker from his pocket and took the footballer's arm. "Here's my number." He capped the pen once he finished writing the digits onto the muscly forearm. "Text me when you're free."
"Um okay." Dave still couldn't really get his head around what had just occurred.
"See you tomorrow David!" The oil stained mechanic made his way over to the truck, whilst Dave made his way out of the site.
He just got a date! Sweet, I am the man! Dave began to strut along the pavement as he made his way back to the house. It was only half way there when it really struck him.
Holy crap, I have a date!
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Reviews are very welcome. Hope you like Dave and Blaine as a couple. Let me know what you think either way...
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