DISCLAIMER : I do not own glee
Spoilers: The Imitation Game- although, it is part of history so, really you shouldn't be annoyed about finding out the facts of it and instead either already know it or just be 'huh, didn't know that'.
I must say that Alan Turing essentially was the creator of computer science and without him we would not have computers as we know them.
His treatment by the British Government in the aftermath of WW2 was abhorrent, at least in my opinion, and I wish had been left in peace and allowed to share his incredible mind with the world.
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Quinn had informed her mother about the new development in her and Rachel's relationship the day after Rachel went home, so that she didn't freak out about them sharing a bed.
Although, after spending hours kissing the brunette the night before, it was almost impossible for them to stop touching.
Neither of them wanted to be apart but eventually Rachel did have to go home. Unfortunately.
Her mother had been over the moon but did inform her there was now going to be an open door policy that was enforced.
Quinn didn't really mind, she was just so happy.
She never really thought that she would have a chance with Rachel, but here she was.
They hadn't discussed when they would go on their first official date as a couple yet, however, they both agreed that they were girlfriends. Neither wanted any of that "non-official" nonsense. They both wanted each other, it was only a matter of planning exclusive outings for them.
Life was pretty great for her.
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Rachel was still in a daze of happiness.
She had went out for a run, but her mind was elsewhere.
Quinn liked her back.
Quinn kissed her first.
Quinn was her girlfriend.
She wanted to sing something, but for once she was at a loss for a song that could accurately depict the unbridled joy she felt at finally getting the girl of her dreams. The girl that had alluded her from that day way back in freshman year. That girl that was always there but just out of reach...
Now she had her. Although, not in the sense that Quinn's was a possession of her's because the blonde cheerleader was still her own person, thank you very much- alas, she wouldn't mind being a possession of Quinn's. Quinn's little pet- oh. Uh oh. She should not have thought of that. She, should not, have thought of that.
Rachel felt her face flush as she pictured Quinn in a tight black corset, with leather stiletto boots and a black thong.
Oh Yahweh.
Quinn would not approve. No way. Stop dirty thoughts. She should have never let Noah talk her into watching Mistress Fanny. How gullible was she that she believed it to be a new adaption of Funny Girl? Really?
But the thought of Quinn like that... No, no.
She would not objectifying Quinn in that way. She was better than that. She respected her girlfriend and would not give any time to those sordid little fantasies of her's.
Besides, the other night was the first time she had ever kissed with tongue.
Or ever really.
She was in no way ready for sex.
Not yet, anyway.
However, Quinn did have an amazing derriere...
Ah! She needed a cold shower.
She increased her pace, running towards the shower and a little alone time with her imagination.
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"So how was Crimbo with the Fabrays?"
Rachel grinned at the mere thought of Quinn. She had calmed down after her shower, although her knees were still a little week, but her thoughts were now innocent again.
"It was incredible Noah... Ms Fabray made this delicious yet extensive meal, Quinn loved her present and I got a surprise one."
The mohawked teenager gave a little "Oooh", and looked at her with a lazy gaze. "What was it then?"
Rachel wasn't even put off by his lack of enthusiasm. "Quinn is my girlfriend!" Puck sat up properly, a sincere smile appearing on his face.
"Good one Shark Bait! Hi five!" Rachel stretched to slap his hand- too jubilant to talk about the juvenile gesture being a ridiculous way of commemorating an event that requires celebration.
"Whoa, what are we hi fiving about?" Dave asked, walking into the kitchen with Blaine behind.
"Quinn is my girlfriend!" Rachel shouted, making the two boys flinch at the volume, whilst Noah looked on in amusement.
Rachel was bouncing up and down on the spot, practically vibrating with happiness and it was infectious. It had been a long time since he had seen her this uninhibitedly happy.
"Congratulations Rachel, that's awesome." Blaine said with a smile, "How did it happen?"
"Yeah, that's great Rach! So spill..."
Rachel blushed at the memory, yet still eagerly retold it to her captive audience. "Well, we were playing in the snow..."
"Classic." Rachel glared at Noah.
"...and Quinn slipped on the ice, so I tried to catch her, but it ended up with her landing on top of me..."
"Ooh, gallant Rachel." The glare was thrown at David.
"Then we kissed."
"Awk, so sweet!" A shy smile was directed at Blaine.
"Wait, how come Spit and Polish gets a smile?"
"Don't call my boyfriend that!" Blaine kissed him on the cheek. "But, I do second the question."
Rachel rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Blaine did not interrupt my retelling of one of the most pivotal moments that will ever occur in my lifetime."
Fair enough.
"Now, all I need to do is plan a date, and an outfit for that date..." Rachel hmmed, and rubbed her chin with her hand, unaware of the three guys exchanging a look of amusement.
"Wear jeans. They make your legs look good, and Quinn has a thing about you in pants."
Rachel's eyebrows rose, "Really?"
"Yes, she does seem to quite fancy, tomboy Rachel..."
"Tight shirt would be advisable." Blaine nodded at his boyfriend's suggestion.
"Oh! Waistcoat. Babe, you gotta wear one."
"A-a waistcoat?" Rachel frowned, she thought they were supposed to be lame. Then again, her fashion sense wasn't always the best...
"Fuck yeah, it'll hug your body. Show off you boobs and still be kind of masculine."
Rachel thought about it. "That could work... However, please try and refrain from using profanities in my presence or at all. It truly does lower one's opinion of those that frequently use uncouth language and it only does yourself a disservice. You are badass enough with needing to resort to such poor linguistic choices."
Noah just shrugged, "Sometimes it just slips out."
Rachel sighed, "Well... What about shoes?"
"Wear your chucks."
Rachel blinked, "Chucks with a waistcoat and shirt? Surely that defeats the purpose David?"
"No, it's smart casual Rachel. The jeans can go either way, the waistcoat gives you a sophisticated look and the chucks make it relaxed. It will work for wherever you wish to go."
Rachel grinned and nodded. This could work.
"Also, a t-shirt under your shirt Rach, you don't want it to rain and become see through."
Rachel nodded again, that would be bad. She swallowed, her mind was going to a naughty place again.
Quinn in her shirt... Her wet shirt...
Rachel flushed as she realised that wasn't the only thing that was wet.
"I'm just going for a shower."
"Okay, we'll make dinner." Blaine called after her.
Dave frowned, "Did she not just have a shower? Her hair has literally left a puddle on the floor." He dropped a few paper towels down to soak it up.
Puck snorted, "I think Rachel is a puddle on the floor at the thought of Quinn."
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Rachel nervously wrapped the door to the Fabray's house.
"Ah! Rachel, hello." Judy smiled at the appearance of the little singer.
"Hello, ma'am. I was wondering if I may be able to see Quinn." Rachel straightened her back, as she addressed her girlfriends mother.
The older woman laughed softly. "Just because you are dating my daughter now, it doesn't mean we have to go back to formalities. It's still Judy, dear."
Rachel blushed, "Yes, Miss- Judy."
Judy rolled her eyes and stepped back. "Go on up to her room, but open door kiddo."
"Yes, of course... Judy. Thank you, oh, these are for you by the way." Rachel handed over the chocolates she had brought along. "Thank you for having me at Christmas."
Judy smiled, and pulled Rachel into a hug. "Thank you sweetheart, but there was really no need."
"There's always a need for manners. Have a good day," Rachel smiled as she was released, then jauntily made her way up the stairs.
Judy shook her head as the little brunette disappeared. "If only there were more people like her..."
After trudging up the stairs, Rachel gently rapped on the door of Quinn's room.
"Come in!"
Rachel slowly opened the door, enough to squeeze through.
"Hi, Quinn!"
"Hey, Rachel!"
The two girls stood facing each other, unsure of what to do.
"I... I really want to kiss you right now." Rachel said in a rush, her cheeks on fire.
Quinn blushed as well, giving her a shy smile. "I really want that too."
Rachel grinned and stepped closer, leaning up slightly and kissing those soft lips. Then she rocked back on her heels. "Better?"
Quinn bit her lip and shook her head. "Maybe once more."
Rachel pressed her lips to Quinn's longer this time. Then they started gently moving their mouths together. "That enough?"
Quinn smirked at Rachel's breathless voice, but also knew that hers' wouldn't be much better. "Maybe, we should make out?"
"I would be amenable to that."
Quinn chuckled and pushed Rachel down onto her bed and straddled her body. She knew Rachel wouldn't have wandering hands, so she felt safe sitting there.
"I wasn't expecting you to come and see me today." The blonde smiled as she hovered over the brunette.
"I wanted to ask if you would like to go on a date with me tomorrow," Rachel replied, placing her hands on Quinn's hips and rubbing the sliver of exposed skin, where her shirt had ridden up, with her thumbs.
Quinn smiled, "I'd love that. What time?"
"S-six? I was thinking dinner and a movie? I'll be picking you up of course." She stuttered as soft lips brushed along her jaw.
"Sounds perfect. Now, back to our original plan..."
Rachel chuckled at her girlfriend's choice of words, then eagerly joined their lips.
Kissing was a weird thing. She could admit that. She still wasn't entirely sure what she was doing, but it felt nice, and Quinn seemed to like it.
Strange how moving lips together could be so good. Then there was the tongue... Neither of them were really using their tongues, but they played about a little.
In general, the thought of someone putting something covered in saliva into her mouth filled her with repulsion. She also kept thinking about if their tongues touched and it made her tongue tickle- because that just annoyed the hell out of her. That and when there was an itch in her ear that seemed to be in her throat at same time- it drove her absolutely nuts!
She also wasn't entirely sure of the technique either. Did the just poke about one another's mouths? Did they rub their tongues together? What was the plan of action?
She still didn't know, but she tried to do what felt good.
She guessed Quinn was as new to this as she was, and it helped her relax too.
Although, the method of breathing was a little difficult to get the hang of. Rachel could feel herself becoming breathless- unusual for her- as she attempted to breathe through her nose but not breathe too noisily.
It was embarrassing how self-aware you become when you are doing something intimate with someone. She was just trying not to do something wrong.
Eventually they had to pull apart, because she simply needed more air. Thankfully, Quinn had the same problem and shuffled off of her, and instead curled into her side with her head resting upon Rachel's shoulder.
"So... What film will we be seeing?" The Cheerio asked, using her finger to draw circles on Rachel's covered tummy.
Surprisingly, the brunette could feel her eyes becoming heavy at the gentle touch. "The Imitation Game?"
Quinn nodded, "I've been wanting to see that."
"I know." The blonde tilted her head up to see Rachel's soft smile in place, even as her eyes closed. "You know, apparently, that's where the Apple logo came from. Turing biting an apple laced with cyanide."
Quinn's eyebrow arched, "I didn't know that. Why did he..." The cheerleader tailed off as she realised Rachel had fallen asleep. She rolled her eyes, and cuddled back down with a grin.
She'd find out tomorrow, she supposed.
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Rachel hopped out of the car, running her hands down the front of her body to ensure everything was in place.
Noah had assured her she looked fine.
Dave and Blaine had reiterated it as they went off on their own date. Noah said he had an engagement with a cougar- she did not want to know anything more once she had heard that.
With a nervous exhale, she strode up to Quinn's door and knocked on the wood.
The door opened to reveal Quinn, wearing a lovely yellow dress and baby blue cardigan. She smiled shyly at her.
Rachel returned the smile and handed her a bouquet of gardenias. "For you."
"Thank you, Rachel."
"Awk that's so sweet." Judy cooed, peering of her daughter's shoulder.
"Mom!" The blonde jumped, and blushed, both at her mother's appearance and for being so startled.
"Oh sorry, honey. I couldn't help myself. I'll put these in a vase and let you go. Enjoy yourselves!" Judy called as she took the flowers with her. Then she came running back, "But not too much now, I know how you lesbians like to move quickly but-"
"MOM!" Quinn hissed, her face bright red.
Rachel was blushing too, but since she wasn't related to Judy she was more amused at what was being inflicted upon Quinn.
"Right, sorry dear." She went to leave again, when Rachel spoke up.
"Don't worry Judy, I'll ask for your blessing before I propose!"
"Rachel!" Quinn gasped.
"Like I said, so sweet!" Judy beamed, then finally left them alone.
"Who said you're going to propose?"
Rachel scoffed, "Please, I am the one who sets out to do stuff. I got glee club rebooted. You are the one that gets stuff done for you. You convinced me to hire that strange hobbit creature to choreograph us, in a bid to end the club from everyone quitting. Aside from that, you deserve to be wooed, although it is expected that some wooing should be done for me as well. That being said, I like the idea of being the romantic gestures one in our relationship."
Quinn shook her head. Of course she had a logical explanation for a hypothetical situation that would be several years away from contemplation never mind actual completion.
She grabbed Rachel's hand as they walked back to the truck. She smiled as the brunette ran around and opened the door for her, before going and getting in on her side.
"You look beautiful by the way." Quinn smiled at her and noticeably scanned her body in return.
"Thank you, but you look particularly... Delightful, tonight."
Rachel felt her skin become hot at the compliment, "Thanks."
The drive to the cinema was mainly quiet, filled with idle discussions about songs that played on the radio, or just a comfortable silence.
When they got there Rachel insisted upon paying for their tickets, drinks and a shared small bucket of popcorn since they still had dinner to go to.
Quinn had gotten a medium coke but was amused to see Rachel with a large slushy that was a mixture of lime, blueberry and strawberry. By half-way through the movie the little brunette had drank most of the juice and was left with the plain ice, but she kept sucking on the straw which made a horrendous slurping noise.
Then she noticed that Rachel always waited until it was at a tense scene then SLURP! then she would quietly chuckled to herself.
Quinn just shook her head in amusement. It was pretty funny if you thought about it... It was interesting how everyone simultaneously silenced themselves at certain points of a film and Rachel was deliberately picking on that.
Rachel grinned at her, and took her hand. She placed her slushy in the cup holder and leaned over to take some of the salted popcorn, not wanting to let go.
Quinn leaned over to press a kiss her cheek, even if it was stuffed with the kernels and she looked like a squirrel. At least she was her squirrel.
They had both been blown away by how good the film was.
Benedict Cumberbatch had been outstanding in his roll of Alan Turing.
It was despicable how such a genius and a hero could be treated so appallingly simply because of who he was attracted too. They were fortunate to live in such a time when being gay was more acceptable even if there were still those people who condemned it.
The discussed more about the movie as they had dinner. It was a quaint little Italian restaurant on the outskirts, but the service was good and the food was delicious- again, Rachel paid.
When they got in the car, Quinn got her to park up at McKinley on the way home.
Rachel pulled up the handbrake, knocked the car out of gear and killed the engine.
"Um, not that I am disagreeable in spending more time with you, I must confess that I'm curious as to why we are at school. At night."
Quinn bit her lip shyly, "I thought we could cuddle in the back for a while. I still have two hours before I need to get home."
Rachel flushed, "Oh. Oh! Yes, that... That sounds like a very... A very...
Hold on a moment!"
Quinn giggled as Rachel nearly fell out of the truck, shutting her door and sprinting around the hold of the truck to open the passenger door.
"Thanks Rach, but you really don't need to do that all the time." She slid off the seat and hopped onto the ground. She rolled her eyes as Rachel pulled the backdoor open for her.
"That's why it's important that I do do it. I don't hold the door open for you because I need to, but because I want to. I don't want you to have to think about mundane things like that , your mind is too sharp for silly things like that- besides, it's just good manners."
Quinn smiled and took Rachel's hand to help herself in the back, then her girlfriend climbed in too. She shut the door and knocked the pin down so the car was locked. "Can't be too careful." She muttered. Rachel turned to face her again. "It annoys me when some feminists say that a guy holding open a door is wrong, or giving up his seat for a girl. That is not about feminism, it's about politeness, about chivalry. Some people misunderstand what feminism actually strives for and that is equal treatment of women, not a movement to oppress men. Some people just can't crack open a dictionary."
Rachel realised she had went on a bit of a tangent, as Quinn watched her with her head tilted to the side and a fond smile on her lips. "Sorry, I get carried away sometimes. Stupidity and ignorance are peeves of mine."
The Cheerio shook her head and smiled, "I like your little rants. They are pretty insightful at times. However, I would like to return to the original plan."
Rachel grinned, "Yes, please!"
Quinn cuddled into the singer's side and rested her head in the nook of her neck. It was really rather comfortable, but eventually they realised they were alone with no chance of being interrupted, and Rachel ended up on her laying down on the seat with Quinn on top.
"I thought... Making out came after... The first date." Rachel panted. Her lips were swollen from the persistent touch of Quinn's, and she could still barely believe Quinn was straddling her.
Quinn chuckled breathlessly, "I think we both know we could never hold out that long after our first kiss."
"Fair point," Rachel mumbled as Quinn lowered her head again and Rachel moaned and squeezed the blonde's thighs. She was still being respectful, her hands just above the bend in Quinn's knees and she didn't move them an inch upward at anytime.
All too soon they had to separate and go. Although, they had to take the time to straighten their clothes and wait for the windows to clear. Apparently, they got to hot for the cool night outside.
They were still pretty flushed by the time Rachel pulled up into the drive. Ten minutes early of course.
Rachel's hair was pretty tousled and she had a large love bite forming on her neck. Quinn on the other hand, only had a red face and puffy lips.
They had went inside for a minute so that she could tell Judy goodnight, and give Quinn a proper goodbye.
When she was leaving she thought she saw someone by the bushes, but a second look showed that no one was there.
"Goodbye, Rach. Text me when you get home, okay?" Quinn asked, holding onto her shirt and kissing her sweetly.
"Yes Quinn, have a good night. Maybe I could call you? We could... Talk some more?"
Quinn nodded, "I'd like that very much."
"Great," Rachel proclaimed, rocking on her heels and stepping away from the porch. "I'll see you soon Quinn."
"See you."
Rachel quickly got into her car to go home. She wanted to get into her nannies and crawl into bed, especially if she got to talk to Quinn before she fell asleep.
The brunette frowned as her car felt rather sluggish and somewhat tilting to the side.
She pulled over and leapt out. She saw that her front driver's side tyre was flat. She crouched down for a closer look and saw, upon further inspection, that there was a clear cut on the tyre wall. The brunette ran her fingers over it and narrowed her eyes, it had clean edges... That meant it was cut. Not just shrapnel off the road.
Why would anyone slash her tyre?
She heard the crunch of gravel underfoot and was in the process of standing up when a hand covered her mouth and she was lifted off of the ground.
Rachel thrashed about, kicking wilding with her legs. She was wracking her brain for the wisest move she could do to free herself. She lessened her kicks to conserve her energy should she need it, and kept track of where she was being taken.
She was being pulled into a side alley that all the houses in this street backed into, just for a shortcut. She did not like this.
Rachel was then pinned up against the fence that ran along the back of the houses to separate their backyards from the alley, and she found herself face to face with a very angry Russell Fabray.
"You just don't fucking quit do you?" Rachel curled her lip in disgust at the smell of his breath. "She used to be good, my good little girl, and now she is filth like you!"
Rachel winced as she was slammed back into the fence. She was even more annoyed at the fact that she was being held off the ground so her feet dangled in the air. "Quinn is perfect, which is no doubt down to Judy being a fantastic mother, nothing to do with you. You are the filth Russell, you are alcoholic, and a cheating scum bag! Quinn likes women, so what? At least she has good taste!"
Russell audibly growled and threw her. She was shocked but managed roll and get to her feet quickly. She kept her eyes on the man, but he didn't charge at her, but she could see him clenching his fists. "I saw what you were doing, you had your hands all over her and she lapped it up like some greedy little whore!" The man was seething, but he had no idea who it was that he was dealing with. Rachel may be small, but she was essentially five foot ("and two inches, thank you very much!") of pure muscle, and she was also fiercely protective of those she cared about. So Russell had put his foot in it, big time.
Rachel moved swiftly, striking out with the heel of her hand causing his head to snap back, then she followed up with a kick to his solar plexus that made him double over. As he tried to catch his breath she hammered her elbow into his back making him drop to the ground.
The brunette knelt down beside him and forced him to lift his head by yanking on his greasy hair. "No one talks about Quinn like that, ever. If you ever even think about breathing in the direction of Judy or Quinn, I'll come after you. Before you start huffing and puffing about me threatening you, I'll have you know that that is not at all a threat. It is a promise. You mess with those amazing women? Your pitiful excuse for existence, will look like heaven compared to what I'll do." Rachel let go and his head smacked into the dirt causing him to groan. She patted him on the cheek, before getting to her feet. "Good talk Russ, let us never have reason to have another one, because if ever there was a next time I will not be handing your ass back to you on a plate. There won't be anything left to hand back."
Rachel wiped the grease coating her hand from his hair onto his shirt, then headed back to her truck. She changed the tyre, only pausing to watch as the blonde leech slithered his way down the street to get back under his rock. They would not be seeing him again. She just wished she had kicked him in the balls when she had the chance, Noah would have like that.
He may be an asshole, but even he could recognise a lost cause when he saw one. Quinn and Judy were untouchable, at least while that bitch was around, and he had a feeling she would be around for a long time.
It was quite late by the time she got home. It was pushing twelve o'clock by the time she got in, and she figured Quinn would be a little worried. She assumed Dave was already home and locked the door behind her. She smiled at the pitter patter of feet on the floor and whispered to her furry little friends to go up the stairs.
The dogs immediately jumped up onto her bed and curled up, waiting for her to join them. At least they stuck to one side so she could actually get in.
She got in and was pulling on her shirt when she happened to glance in the mirror and saw bruises forming on her back from being slammed against the fence. They would be sore tomorrow.
She ducked under the covers and got her phone off the table.
She texted Quinn first to see if she still wanted her to call, but instead of getting a text back, her phone lit up with a picture of Quinn getting kisses from Fletcher.
Rachel answered the call but before she could speak Quinn was firing questions at her, but the last one was was the one she answered, "Are you alright?"
She smiled at the concern in her girlfriend's voice. "I'm fine Quinn, I got a puncture on the way home, and ran into someone."
"At least you're alright, who did you run into?" Rachel smirked at the slight hesitation in the cheerleader's voice as she asked the question. Someone was jealous. She quickly squashed the feeling of satisfaction she felt in recollection of who it was she encountered and no doubt, it would be a feeling that she would experience frequently when they returned to school.
That was something they hadn't really spoken about. How they would navigate the whole school thing, Rachel really wondered about her ability not to touch Quinn if she was near.
"That may be a story for another day." Rachel cringed a little at that, she guessed Quinn would not be happy with that answer.
"Rachel," It was amazing how a simple change of ton could affect her, she didn't even to raise her voice.
"I-it was Russell. Turns out he slashed my front tyre before I left your house; but it's fine! I sorted it out and he will never bother you or your mother again, I'm sure of it- not that I killed him, obviously, but I am aware that the phrasing may have implied that he was permanently removed alas-" She got a tad sidetracked in her attempt to reassure Quinn that all was well.
"Rachel!" She shut up. "Did he hurt you?"
"Ah…define hurt?"
"RACHEL!" Rachel jumped and sat up straight, uh oh, scary!Quinn. "Do not try and be cute, are you hurt?" She heard a waver in Quinn's voice and felt pretty bad.
"Not really, I have a few bruises on my back when he pinned me to a fence, but then I kicked his butt. He couldn't move for about ten minutes, so really, it was nothing."
She heard Quinn sigh, "It was assault Rachel. It isn't nothing. He could have really hurt you."
"That man could not have hit me even if I stood still and lined his fist up with my face, he was heavily intoxicated. I'm good Quinn, I may be a little sore tomorrow but it isn't serious. I've had worse injuries at school when I became intimately familiar with locker doors."
There was a slight whimper from the other end of the phone, and frowned. "I'm sorry about that."
"What? Quinn, no. That wasn't your fault." Rachel huffed and fell back onto the bed, a fluffy head appearing beside her before being tossed backwards as Fletcher rolled onto his back. "I really want to cuddle you now."
Quinn gave a watery chuckle, "I really want to cuddle you too."
"Hmm, " Rachel smiled as her eyes drifted shut. "Did you have a nice time tonight?"
"It was great Rach. Especially the drive home, that was particularly… exciting."
Rachel giggled, "Exciting, eh? My ego thanks you."
"Your ego?" Rachel heard Quinn laughing at her. "Your such a dork, Rach."
"Your dork."
"Would you like some fries to go with that cheese?" Quinn teased.
"I'm lactose intolerant."
"Wait, really?"
Rachel snorted at the surprise in her Cheerio's voice, "No not really, I'm joking. It happens occasionally."
"Must be the exhaustion. It is actually pretty late… I should let you sleep."
As much as Rachel wanted to disagree, she found it hard to keep focused on the conversation.
"Okay, I'll see you soon."
"Night night, Rach."
"Goodnight Quinn." She said, rolling onto her side.
"Oh, and Rachel?"
"Yes Quinn?"
"I want to see those bruises, I'll decide if its nothing or not."
Rachel eyes opened in alarm, "Quinn?" But the phone was already dead.
Oh dear… now how was she going to sleep?
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Reviews?
Other note, I was reading over the previous chapter's and I'm raging at all the spelling mistakes, so I'll need to go fix them at some point. Also, cheers to the person who pointed out about about calling Rachel being almost a "step-daughter" to Judy rather than daughter-in-law.
Also, I decided to count all the words I've typed and so far, including this chapter I'm at : 125, 067.