I'm back! (From outer space... I just walked in- sorry). this was supposed to be up before Christmas but well... Yeah.
Anyway, I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas/ Happy Hanukah and that you all have a very Awesome New Year. (I couldn't bring myself to use Happy twice). :)
DISCLAIMER : I do not own Glee
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Quinn groaned in discomfort. She could feel the familiar dull throbbing pressure of a headache, thundering through her skull. This is what happens when you cry your eyes out and then not rehydrate...
"Hey, have this," Rachel whispered, trying to hand the drained blonde the glass of water from the bedside table, without jostling her head from its resting place on the singer's chest.
Quinn blinked her bleary eyes open, and was relieved to note that Rachel had yet to open her curtains. The Cheerio sluggishly removed herself from the singer and propped herself up against the wooden headboard, before slowly taking the glass from the tan hand. Just as Quinn was about to take a sip, Rachel pressed two headache tablets into her other hand. "They should help."
Quinn smiled her thanks and quickly downed the pills and water, awkwardly holding the empty glass to her thigh, unsure as where to put it. Rachel merely shook her head with a fond smile and took the glass from her hand, replacing it back on the bedside drawer. "Want to sleep some more?"
Quinn bit her lip, did she? Or should she? If it was a case of should, no she should be out of bed and dressed but she really didn't feel up to moving at the minute. So the blonde had a so called moment when she decided to nod the affirmative and send streaks of pain reverberating through her skull.
Rachel winced in sympathy as Quinn held her head in pain. She rubbed the other girl's arm in what she hoped to be a gesture of comfort. In all honesty she was surprised that she herself hadn't been experiencing a headache, after her head had a rather close encounter with Quinn's driveway yesterday.
When Quinn had eventually cried herself out last night, the brunette had slipped out of bed and got Dave up to check her head. It turned out there was a slight laceration to her scalp but nothing obviously serious- it only hurt if you touched it, so she had calmed her somewhat worried dogs and returned to the bedroom. Quickly burying herself under the covers and cozying up to Quinn, like some sort of heat seeking missile.
"I'll give you some peace then," Rachel moved to get out of bed by pushing down the covers on her side, inadvertently giving Quinn a small heart attack at the revelation of smooth thighs being hugged by her tiny sleep shorts.
"N-no, stay! Please," Quinn was careful this time not to move suddenly and to keep her voice down so it was more like a harsh whisper.
Rachel needed little convincing to stay in bed with the beautiful blonde and quickly- but not too quickly, pulled the covers back up. "Hug?" The singer almost didn't hear Quinn's quiet request but shuffled closer to the taller girl and pulled her down into the bed, shifting them so that her head rested in the crook of Rachel's neck, with one arm around her waist and the other stoking her head gently.
Quinn smiled as she succumbed to sleep once again. It was as if they were a couple... She could even imagine the sensation of Rachel pressing a kiss to her temple.
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Dave looked wearily up to the ceiling," What do you think's taking them so long?"
"Women take forever to cum," Puck replied as he shovelled more cereal into his mouth, the milk sloshing around in the bowl and dribbling down his chin.
Dave was not only disgusted by his remark but by his general lack of manners in regards to anything. "Does your house not have food or something? And gross by the way, she's like our sister or something."
Puck rolled his eyes," Food at home is shit. Besides, those two are clearly not doing the nasty, it's exhausting to cry apparently- I wouldn't know since I never do- but apparently feelings are tiresome and crap so yeah, they're probably catching some extra zs."
Dave nodded. That made more sense and was less... Icky. "So how are you and lover boy?" The footballer blushed at the mention of his boyfriend.
"Good, they're good."
"So which one of you is the top?"
Dave just stared at him," I'm going back to bed."
Puck sniggered as the footballer hurried away back to his room. Virgins... He was in a house full of virgins. Classic...
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As Quinn and Rachel proceeded to make their way downstairs for some brunch they encountered the boys.
"How's the head Fa-"
"-Berry?"
The two girls paused at the question, looking to one another, whilst the two guys also shared a look.
"Dude, we're freaking geniuses!"
"We are?"
"Okay, maybe not you, but Faberry? C'mon that's epic!"
The girls shrugged as Puck got overexcited, they weren't really paying attention to their conversation, more focussed on hunting down some food.
The singer and cheerleader quickly walked around them and entered the kitchen, promptly filling up some bowls with cereal, and sitting down at the table-island-thing.
They began to eat in silence, unsure of what to say to one another. Still feeling slightly awkward because of what happened when they woke up.
When they had awakened, they were still cuddled together but they had changed position slightly, which meant Rachel was lying almost fully on top of Quinn with the blonde holding her close.
Needless to say, getting out of that position was quite awkward and they'd each had flaming faces at the end of it all. Rachel, because she accidentally copped a feel of Quinn's breast, and Quinn because she actually whimpered- freaking whimpered- at the sensation.
They both silently agreed not mention it and hurried downstairs for something to fill their stomachs. Emotional turmoil was hungry work.
"That should be their couple name!" That caught both girls attention, although each thought the other was concern for a different reason and not that they both felt the same.
"What on earth are you referring to?" Rachel asked, setting her spoon back in her bowl.
Puck stepped fully into the kitchen. "When you two hang out, instead of wasting time saying your individual names we should just say Faberry!"
"Using that logic we should call you two Duck then." Quinn quickly quipped.
Puck hesitated," Maybe not then."
The girls shook their heads and continued on with their cereal.
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It was around two before everyone was really awake. And Rachel thought it was time to address what had happened yesterday.
She waited until Dave and Puck disappeared to do whatever Duck did on their own, then sat next to Quinn in the den.
"I think you should call your mom Quinn."
The blonde tugged on the sleeve of her shirt, she knew that's what she should do but the though of calling her mom made her feel slightly sick. She didn't want to upset her by bringing up the topic of Russell, especially considering the fact that she had been home alone.
"I guess so... But what do I say?" Quinn turned pleading hazel eyes on her.
Rachel paused for a minute, before simply replying,"The truth. That your - Russell- showed up at the house, it freaked you out and that Noah, Dave and I came to get you. And now your staying here."
Quinn bit her lip, nodding,"She'll probably want to talk to your dads to check it's okay."
Rachel froze. In all the time that they'd been friends, they'd had been more caught up in being with each other or the boys, and just having fun that Rachel had never needed to appraise her of the situation.
"That... That might be difficult." Rachel mumbled, slightly edging away from the blonde.
"Why? They know I'm here don't they? Do they?" Quinn asked, slightly frantic that she was going to make a bad impression on Rachel's fathers before she was even dating her- if she got that chance. "You did check that my staying here is fine with them?"
"Quinn, don't you think that if my fathers were here, they would have let me go round to your house if there was someone trying to break in?"
Quinn's mouth opened and shut a few times,"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying my fathers don't know I've helped you, or that your staying here."
Rachel was beyond confused when Quinn slumped down in the chair and drop her eyes to her lap, where her hands were playing with each other. The she quietly whispered a question that made Rachel feel awful,"Is it because they know who I am? Thats why you're keeping it a secret? Because they know how terrible I've been to you? Or is it because they know how homophobic my father is?"
"Quinn no," Rachel moved back towards the blonde, wrapping her arm around her shoulders and placing a stilling hand over Quinn's pale ones. "It has nothing to do with you okay? Quinn look at me," Quinn fixed her intense gaze on Rachel's face. "They don't know I've got a teenage boy in this house either, alright. I don't tell them anything because they don't care. Legally, I'm the owner of this house and... Well, if your mother does need to speak with anyone about it being okay that you stay here, then it should really be me that she talks to."
Quinn sat there in silence," How come you never told me this before?"
"It never really occurred to me, I'm used to it and I explained it to Dave when he asked, after I requested that he move in, but that was only because he asked. Otherwise I kind of forget about it, I'm used to being alone."
Quinn bit her lip until it was throbbing,"How can you possibly forget something like that?"
Rachel shrugged, withdrawing from Quinn and turning to face forward, aware that the blonde had kept her gaze trained firmly on her face. "I'd rather not recall the fact that everyone that's supposed to love me would rather not. My fathers, Shelby... Not exactly pleasant thoughts are they?" She looked at her hands, dragging her nail of her left index finger across her right palm. Trying to block out any thoughts of loneliness.
"Well then they are stupid if they decided to walk away instead of seeing what an amazing person you are, and that you will be." Quinn placed a gentle hand a top of Rachel's.
Rachel looked up at her in surprise, and Quinn quickly moved to mirror the position that Rachel had been in with her merely moments earlier. "You are one in a billion Rachel Berry, you deserve the best." Quinn lent forward and pressed her lips to Rachel nose, before pulling back and smiling.
Rachel was in a slight daze, she felt quite enveloped in Quinn, and her breath hitched at the press of soft lips, to her nose of all places. She wondered what those lips would feel like in lower down places- and some much lower down places- which lead to her face feeling quite hot.
Quinn smile slowly faded of her face, as the air changed to one of anticipation. Both of the girls had their eyes trained on each others lips and they, very slowly, began to move forward.
"Hey Faberry! Guess who won the COD online tournament!" Puck shouted as he appeared at the entrance to the den and forcing the two girls to jump apart.
"What?" Rachel asked, trying to wrap her mind around what had nearly happened. She had almost kissed Quinn- her friend- whilst said friend was going through a high traumatic experience.
Puck looked between the two girls that shared similarly pink faces.
"Was I interrupting something?"
"NO!" Both girls yelped in unison before looking at one another.
"No, I was just... Just about to phone my mum and tell her about what happened. If you'll excuse me..." Quinn practically leapt off the couch and hurried upstairs.
Rachel and Puck watched her go. "What set her tail alight?" Puck joked before turning back to see Rachel watching the other girl flee with sad eyes. "Rach, you okay?"
Rachel ran a hand through her hair, letting her eyes drift shut for a moment before sighing and looking straight at Puck. "I think I might have just messed up."
"How?" The footballer asked, smoothly taking what had been the blonde's spot on the couch.
"I nearly kissed her, if you hadn't of come in when you did..." Rachel ran her hand through her head again as though she was brushing of the thoughts racing through her mind.
"So... If you kissed it would totally add more material to my Spank bank. I don't see the problem."
Rachel glared at the boy, "Quinn has just had a very traumatic ordeal. She's probably all over the place and she needs someone she can trust, not someone who is going to jump on her at the first opportunity. If I do make a move I want us to both be in a good place."
Puck sighed," Why'd you have to be so noble? Fine. I see your point but don't act awkward around her, or act like it didn't happen- nearly happen. Be open to flirting so she doesn't friend zone you."
Rachel stared at him," Who are you and what did you with Noah?"
Puck stuck his tongue out at her, "Hardy har har, you little midget." Rachel squealed as the boy got her in a headlock and rubbed his knuckles over her head.
"Ow! You doofus, head wound! I have a head wound!"
Puck released with a sheepish smile," Woops, sorry, I forgot."
Rachel shrugged him off as she held her hand to the back of her head and hoped to push away the painful burning caused by the rough brush of Puck's hand.
"You're a numpty," Rachel grumbled.
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It was around four o'clock when Rachel had a chance to see how Quinn was holding up and how the conversation with Judy had transpired.
After Rachel and Noah's little talk, the brunette had decided a run would be a good idea to clear her mind.
She had ran until her lungs were burning with the pain of exertion and then had to turn and run back home. Once she made her way into the house and up to her shower, she barely had any energy to move.
Rachel had ended up sliding down the stairs on her ass, simply because the act of even considering movement of her legs was intolerable. She was currently horizontal on the couch, and any movement sent spikes of pain up her legs.
"Hey, Rachel?" Quinn was apparently going to ask her something as she entered the den but Rachel only grunted. She couldn't even bring herself to raise her head. The blonde paused at the sight of her unmoving friend. "Are you alright?"
"I can't feel my legs. Or most of my body. Only pain, really." Rachel shut her eyes. "Is pain an emotion or a sense?"
Quinn frowned in concern and knelt at Rachel's head, "What happened?"
"I went for a run- whoever said exercise is good for you, clearly wasn't doing the same as I was." The singer groaned.
Quinn chuckled at the sight of the normally mature diva, crashed out on the couch and whining away. It was strange to see, but it was also quite a welcome sight to know that Rachel could still be a teen since she had found out that her friend was responsible for herself and this house.
"Come on, I'll sort you out." Quinn murmured, carefully getting Rachel in her arms and carrying her to the brunette's bedroom. "I'll give you a massage."
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