Thank you for all the reviews and since I left you all hanging here's 3,323 words about what happened next.
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Quinn had been thoroughly enjoying her time these past few weeks.
She no longer worried about Rachel's safety in the school, she was looking forward to Regionals, and she was getting to spend more one on one time with the little singer.
She recalled fondly, the fact that any time the brunette had spent the night at her house, they woke up cuddling. She could get over how right it felt to have Rachel in her arms or even to be held in hers. For someone so small, Rachel really did make an awesome big spoon. The size comment brought her mind to the scraps of fabric Rachel deemed pyjamas.
Apparently, she had made a New Year's resolution three years ago, that if she was going to sleep in something, it might as well look as good as it feels. Quinn mind had basically frozen at the part where she said 'if she was going to wear something'. She quickly had to block out any thoughts of naked Rachel, as the brunette had already began to crawl under the covers of her bed.
Still, she enjoyed those moments just before Rachel woke up, where she could feel their bodies pressed together and just pretend they were actually a couple.
The blonde was too scared to even consider making a move though. She had essentially only just secured her place as Rachel's friend, she daren't risk messing it up- she knew she had cut it close with the revenge plan, and she was so thankful that Rachel had found it flattering instead of seeing it as her disregarding her wishes or breaking her promise.
-/FLASHBACK/-
Once Quinn, Dave and Puck had left the home of their favourite brunette singer, they headed to the homes of the basketball team and the hockey team.
Quinn had prepared a special file on each individual on the teams, detailing things that they did not want detailed. It was simply persuasion (others may call it blackmail) that made them agree not to hassle Rachel anymore. The hockey players were quite eager to agree, offering to bake something since they'd paid enough attention to notice Rachel did it.
Quinn informed them of a vegan recipe that she thought Rachel would be partial to before they left to deal with the football players.
Dave and Puck both noted how Quinn had known of the recipe off the top of her head, and they told her they thought it was cute how she knew sugary vegan treats to sweeten Rachel up.
Quinn had promptly went red in the face and told them to shut up. Which, really, just made them laugh harder.
They pulled up outside the school, the boys having texted their team mates to get them all in the same place at the same time.
"Yo, dude, what's the deal?" One of the nameless football players that Quinn never paid much attention to, asked.
"The deal... Is that you are to leave Rachel Berry alone," Quinn replied calmly.
"What the fuck, Fabray? You were the one that started that shit." That was Azimio; Quinn almost rolled her eyes at the boy's predictability.
And she hated herself for it. "And I shall be the one that ends it. Otherwise I will go straight to Bieste and inform her of all the abuse that you have put that girl through. Figgins may turn a blind eye but she certainly won't stand for it." Quinn paused to insure that they were paying attention. Puck and Dave flanking her in case things got physical. "You will leave Rachel alone, or you will regret it. If you go against me, you go against Sue, if you go against Sue you basically signed your own death warrant which Bieste will then carry out, understand?"
The boys eyed the Ice Queen in front of them. Quinn Fabray was not someone to piss off.
"All agreed, then? Good," Quinn smiled, sweetly insincere. "Now here's what you have to say..."
-/END FLASHBACK/-
She liked to recall the hug Rachel had given her that day. It was one of the first times that Rachel had initiated contact between them and she had held her so tight; resting her head on Quinn's shoulder.
Quinn smiled at her memories as she entered her house, locking the door behind her and tossing her keys in the bowl, before toeing off her shoes by the table and strolling deeper into the house. She wanted food.
Quinn sighed as she pulled open the fridge door and grabbed the microwave meal her mom had left out for her. She shook her head at the sticky note telling her to put the food on a plate first before cooking. She wasn't that bad- it only happened once, and the smell of burnt plastic wasn't that awful. (Okay, so it took two weeks before the acrid stench finally left the house, but hey she was 8 at the time, what did you expect?)
As she waited for her food to ding, she strolled back into the den and switched on the TV. Frankly, she couldn't be bothered going upstairs to get changed into some lounging clothes, besides her Cheerio's uniform was quite comfy at the moment.
DING! Food... She loved her mom's stew although she ended up sticking it in a bowl instead of a plate. It was a liquid meal, how on earth did her mother think that a plate would be appropriate? Quinn narrowed her eyes as she rooted through the drawer for a spoon and carried her precious cargo back into the den. Maybe it was a test... Well, checkmate Judy.
Quinn watched the TV without much concentration, mainly flicking through the channels as she finished of her meal, she had to admit that her mom had outdone herself this time, there was something extra added in there but she couldn't quite place it. Hmm... She'd need to ask her when she came back.
The blonde frowned, deciding it would be best if she did wash up after herself, rather than letting it all accumulate. That would lead to her rushing to get it all done the day her mom was due back and she'd break something, no doubt.
Quinn was just about to retire to the upstairs of her house when there was a series of angry blows to the front door.
"Judy! Open this fucking door! JUDY!" Quinn froze on the spot; too scared to move.
God, she wished she had taken Rachel up on her offer to stay there, but she didn't want to inconvenience her. She'd been spending so much time with the girl already, she hadn't wanted to overdo it, and now she was trapped with him outside. All alone.
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Dave was grinning like the cat that got the cream, as he made his up the path to his home from his latest date with his boyfriend. He remembered the first time they went out, and how nervous he had been.
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They had decided to go to the cinema. Once Dave had grown the balls to call him - read, Rachel pushed his phone into his face and said he better man up.
They had met outside the cinema. Dave had stuffed his hands in his pockets unsure of what else to do as the mechanic wandered over. The football player's eyes widened at the sight of his date decked out in a tight black shirt with blood red jeans and matching bow tie.
The boy took one look at Dave's face and started to laugh. "Surprised?"
"Uh huh." Dave flushed, "Not that I don't like it, I do. Like it, on you."
Blaine grinned, "Well, many thanks. You look pretty fine yourself mister."
"Um, thanks." Dave cleared his throat, trying to push away his nerves and play it cool. Chick with a dick, chick with a dick… "So, what did you wanna see?"
"I heard their replaying Brokeback Mountain."
Dave choked up, and tried to force himself to give some sort of response, but mainly ended up doing a spectacular fish impression.
Blaine laughed, leaning forward slightly, "I'm kidding, relax. What do you think of Man of Steel?"
Dave let out a big sigh of relief, "That sounds cool." Just because he was getting more comfortable with himself didn't mean he wanted to watch two gay cowboys go at it.
"Hey, just chill alright, I'm not gonna bite." Dave smiled and nodded as he followed him up to the ticket booth. "Unless you want me too."
Dave cracked a grin as he realised he was being teased. As they went to buy the tickets he noticed Blaine paid for two and tugged him along buy his shirt sleeve, away the other boy may not be ready for hand holding. Dave cast him a puzzled look, "A gentleman always pays on the first date. Now let's go ogle Henry Cavil in skin tight spandex"
Dave's jaw dropped again. This was going to be an interesting night.
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Blaine ended up dropping Dave home, since Rachel had the car. (Blaine had had in fixed by the next day, the exhaust had just needed welded back into place.)
Despite the awkward beginning Dave had had fun. Blaine turned out to be quite the interesting guy; he was part of his school's glee club, he could be as loquacious as Rachel, he fixed cars to save up for college, he had an older step- brother who went into acting and his mom was a teacher at Carmel (Blaine attended Dalton Academy so that there would be no conflict of interest).
There had been no cliché kiss goodbye at his door, just a simple goodbye and the promise of another date, it was nice. There was no pressure, the mechanic admitted that he was quite new to dating another guy as well, so they could just find things out together.
Dave was practically radiating happiness as he walked into his house, eagerly awaiting the next time he would see the boy with obscene amounts of hair gel.
-/END FLASHBACK/-
He was about to dig his keys out of his pocket when the door burst open and the two Jews rushed out, Rachel frantically locking the door behind her. Dave stared in shock as they nearly dashed by him.
"C'mon, dude! Q's in trouble!" Dave turned on his heel and ran after them, Rachel gunning the engine and tearing away from the house.
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The trio made their way to Quinn's house. The boys noting that Rachel broke the speed limit but knowing it was wise to keep their mouths shut.
They ended up hanging on for dear life when, instead of stopping at the curb outside Quinn's house- as usual, she speed up the drive, over revving the engine to spook the figure kicking at Quinn's door.
The brunette quickly killed the engine and hopped out of the cab before the boys even really processed the fact that they'd stopped moving.
Rachel knew it would have been unwise to try and play hero to Quinn by herself. No matter how confident she may be in her abilities to defend herself, it was completely stupid to go blindly into the breach.
Now she saw what the problem was. Quinn had been crying too much on the phone for her to be able to decipher much else other than someone was trying to get into her house, but the culprit certainly wasn't a random burglar.
Rather, it was a heavily intoxicated and enraged Russell Fabray.
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"Hey!" The drunk man turned unsteadily. His blurry eyes narrowing in her direction before widening as his face turned purple.
"You!" He pointed a fat finger at her. "You and those faggy fathers of your's, infected my daughter!" Rachel frowned, she didn't understand what he meant. "Because of you, my daughter turned into some… some filthy dyke!"
Rachel heard the boys footsteps' smacking into the drive as they came to flank her but Rachel was already moving. She didn't know whether Russell was speaking the truth about Quinn being gay or not, but he had no right to tell anyone that unless Quinn gave him permission- highly unlikely, and he certainly had no right to spew such hateful things about someone, who Rachel cared deeply about.
Rachel had quickly moved forward, grabbed a hold of Russell's outstretched right hand with her left, and twisted it anticlockwise, forcing the man to his knees. "Get off me you little bitch!" Rachel just let her emotions guide her and she used the heel of her right palm to strike the man in the face- the blow having more force than a closed fist and lessening the damage to herself.
Russell yelled out and forced himself forward, pushing Rachel off balance and causing her to fall back, hitting her head on the solid ground. (The brunette was glad she had worn jeans for a change). She winced in pain at the throbbing sensation but had enough sense to kick her legs out and hit the disgraceful excuse for a man in the chest, before her boys pulled him off.
Rachel scrambled to her feet, the fall clearing her head slightly. She got some dark satisfaction from the trail of blood that was trickling, slowly, from the man's lip. Puck and Dave were holding him against the door of the house, an arm each as he tried to, futilely, to break free.
"Not cool dude, you don't hit girls," Puck snapped, Dave couldn't really think of anything to say. As someone who used to attack people, unprovoked, he didn't really feel he had the place to. Instead, he just twisted the guy's arm which pulled uncomfortably in the shoulder, weakening his struggles even further.
The man was clearly seething, and plainly off his face. She could easily see why Quinn had been frightened, especially if he reacted violently towards, even the thought of someone being gay. She couldn't help but worry that he may have been violent towards the blonde in the past, and her stomach churned uncomfortably at the thought. She wasn't sure how she would deal with him if that turned out to be the case. Maybe he would have an "accident" in his car… Blaine was a mechanic; he could make it happen, right?
"I need to speak to my wife! Why don't you fuck off and let me deal with my business, I shouldn't have to be surrounded by your sin!"
The trio just laughed at that, "So adultery isn't a sin to you then? You don't think marries means something in the eyes of God?" Rachel walked up to him, the boys forcing him lower so that he was just below her eye level and had to look up to her. They knew Rachel loved her metaphors after all…
Rachel decided to play up the drama of the scene, cupping the Russell's greasy double chin and tilting his head back further, her nose wrinkling in disgust at the thick stench of liquor emanating from the "Good Christian man". The fact that he had to look up to her, was just a way to visually portray the fact that she had the power in this situation- just rubing the humiliation in that the sexist pig that was Russell Fabray, was at the mercy of a five foot two teenage girl, the jewish daughter of two gay men- and that he was not going to win. "Judy, is not here. Quinn is nothing but extraordinary and you are not worthy of the title of her sperm donor. You are going to crawl back under whatever dank, meaningless little rock you came out of and leave this family alone. Or else we can call the police and tell them how the upstanding member of the community that is named Russell Fabray, got so drunk off his adulterous ass that he decided to go and terrorise his teenage daughter by attempting to break into his ex-wife's house, whilst she was out of town providing money for her family. Now what do say, Russ? Want to scurry away like the pathetic little sewer rat you are?"
The man broke his gaze and looked off to the side, knowing that he had lost this battle. Rachel smirked, patting his cheek patronisingly. "That's what I thought. Run along, or well, stagger." Rachel shrugged, absentmindedly at her comment, nodding for the boys to release him.
The football players threw him forward, making him land on all fours. Dave smirked, and before Russell righted himself, he stepped forward and gave him a boot up the ass, causing the trio to snigger at him falling on his face.
Instead of lashing out again, he forced himself to his feet and hurried away as fast as he could. The trio watched him go, ensuring he wasn't going to be making a reappearance any time soon. Once he was out of sight, Rachel knocked gently on the front door. "Quinn? You can open up now, he's gone!" The brunette called out calmly, not wanting Quinn to be frightened to open up.
The boys wordlessly returned to the car, guessing Quinn would be shaken up and no wanting them to see.
Rachel stood, anxiously awaiting Quinn's appearance but trying not to show it. The pristine white door, which was now marred by dirty boot marks and slightly dented in places, slowly opened to reveal a shaking Quinn. Rachel didn't even get a chance to speak before Quinn was wrapping herself around her and sobbing into her shoulder.
The brunette quickly cuddled the taller girl as tight as possible to her body, trying to soothe her by whispering platitudes in her ear. Rachel stood there for an unknown amount of time, just holding her. Gradually, the shaking stopped and the sobs reduced to quite whimpers. Rachel was pretty sure her heart snapped in two at the sound of the proud girl in front of her, being so vulnerable.
"How about you stay with us until your mom gets back, eh? How does that sound?" Quinn sniffled, before giving a weak nod, her head still buried in Rachel's shoulders. "Okay, do you want to go pack a bag?"
Quinn shook her head, and Rachel felt her grip on her shirt tighten. "Don't go." Quinn choked.
"Hey, I'm not going anywhere. I promise. I'll come with you, but you do need some clothes because I don't think you can fit in us munchkins' clothes."
Quinn spoke softly, her voice still had a slight quiver in it, "You're not a munchkin; you're just fun sized."
Rachel smiled at that, fun sized hm? She liked that. "C'mon, let's get you sorted." Rachel kept her arm wrapped around Quinn's shoulders as she led her back into the house to pack. When they left, Quinn had lent into her again, and when Rachel's arm accidently slipped around her waist she didn't flinch, just hid her face in the singer's neck.
The boys had taken up the front seats o let the girls share the back, pretty sure that Rachel was too concerned about Quinn to drive and sensing the blonde would need her comfort. The return journey to the Berry-Karofsky home was slower and was made in silence. Once they arrived Puck said his goodbyes, his ma having phoned on the way back, and Dave retreating to his room to give the girls some privacy. Rachel took the blonde upstairs, intending to leave her to rest, but the Cheerio didn't want her to go.
So they quickly got changed and ready for bed, Rachel climbing in first before Quinn slipped in and immediately curled into Rachel's side, and held her around the waist. The brunette just lay there, soothingly stroking Quinn's back which lulled the blonde to sleep despite the fact that it was only turning nine o'clock.
And that was how they woke up the next morning.
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