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Quinn was sound asleep on the couch when she was suddenly disturbed by a loud crash from the kitchen followed by a "shit!" she realized came from Rachel. She sat up rather quickly and was greeted with a shooting pain up her spine.
"Damn couch." She muttered standing up and trying to stretch. She slowly made her way towards the source of the noise and found Rachel sitting on the kitchen floor scooping up the pancake batter she just dropped.
"I hope you're not gonna try to feed us that." Quinn said with a smirk, surprising Rachel.
Rachel jumped up half startled and half excited after hearing Quinn's voice. "Quinn! Oh my god, I was hoping that was you on the couch!" She exclaimed and pulled Quinn in for a tight hug.
Quinn laughed as she pulled away and they both leaned down to finish cleaning the mess, "Well who else would I have been?"
"Oh…I don't know. But you never know when you've got Santana roaming around New York City after hours." Rachel grimaced as they finished and stood up.
"Does she do that, just bring home random girls?" Quinn covered her concern by trying to sound disgusted.
"No…not yet anyway, thank God." Rachel rolled her eyes and made her way over to the trash can. Quinn, slightly relieved, sat down at the island in the kitchen as Rachel finished dumping out the soiled pancake batter and made her way back over across from Quinn.
"So, Quinn, how are you!? What brought you here this weekend?" Rachel asked her enthusiastically, signature smile back in place.
Quinn couldn't help but smile back, "After I spoke with you the other night I decided I kind of wanted to come see you guys soon. I didn't have any plans this weekend so I thought I'd surprise you! But, you guys were in bed so I had to deal with Santana and she was…well, Santana."
Rachel laughed, "Guess we can't trust her to be a good host, can we? Especially making you sleep on the couch, she wanted to burn it after one night when she first moved in." Rachel looked a little confused thinking about it.
Quinn stretched again, "Yeah, I should've known a couch wouldn't be a very smart idea, after…you know, last year." Quinn frowned.
Rachel mirrored her frown, "I'll talk to her, it wouldn't kill her to share with you. Or maybe Brody will trade with you for tonight."
"You don't ha-"
Rachel held up her hand, "I insist."
No use in arguing, Quinn thought. Rachel straightened up and made her way back over to the cabinets to recollect the ingredients for more pancakes as Brody breezed into the kitchen.
"Morning, babe." he said with a kiss to her cheek before grabbing a water from the refrigerator.
"Good morning, babe," Rachel smiled, "Quinn this is Brody, Brody, Quinn. I don't think you met last time."
Quinn shook her head and held out her hand for him. Brody grabbed it and brought it to his lips, "I don't believe we did, very nice to finally meet you, Quinn." He said with a charming smile.
"You too." Quinn said with a grin.
"Babe, I have to go into work early today, our date still on for tonight?"
Rachel hesitated, "Well, Qui-"
"No. Go, don't cancel because of me, I'll be fine." Quinn waved them off with a smile.
Rachel looked at her for a beat, still hesitant. She finally nodded to Brody and he responded with a kiss before saying goodbyes to her and Quinn.
"Charming." Quinn said as the door closed behind him.
Rachel beamed, "Yeah, he is…Are you seeing anyone these days? I bet those Yale boys must be jumping at a chance to land a hot and smart blondie like Quinn Fabray." Rachel teased.
Quinn laughed, "No…well not anymore...Wait, you think I'm hot?" Quinn teased with a smirk, trying to change the subject.
Rachel scoffed as Santana made her presence known to everyone in the world, "God, could you guys be any louder? And Berry, why didn't you tell me you were into the ladies too? We could've had some fun." She winked at Rachel.
Rachel turned around and glared at her, "Kidding, kidding. Besides you were probably just being nice to tubbers here, she's probably not your type right? But I know you're all about riding Bro-"
"Santana!" Rachel interrupted growing even more annoyed.
Quinn watched the exchange slightly amused (and annoyed) before she asked, "Are you two always like this? You'll drive each other crazy."
Rachel was busy (successfully) making the pancakes so Santana answered as she sat next to Quinn, "Good thing Berry's already a little cray."
Rachel scoffed again choosing to ignore Santana as Quinn wiggled back and forth in her seat.
"You okay?" Santana poked Quinn's cheek hard to offset the softer tone her voice had taken.
Quinn smacked her hand away, "My back is killing me thanks to you."
"Thanks to me? I haven't even done anything to you…yet."
"The couch, Santana. I-"
Santana interrupted her, throwing her hands up in defense, "Hey, you said you'd sleep there so don't blame me."
Rachel chimed in with a sigh as she brought over a fresh plate of pancakes, "Santana, she's your friend, it's not like it would kill you to share your bed for a night or two. I'm sure you have before."
Santana looked scandalized, "Are you kidding me? Miss Virtuous Quinn Fabray? Like I could even offer without being smacked down like the hand of God. Sharing a bed with a lesbian is just scandalous, isn't it, Q?" Santana asked Quinn with amusement now written all over her face.
"You're ridiculous." Quinn rolled her eyes and stabbing her fork into a pancake.
"You love it." Santana smirked.
Rachel came back with syrup and a bottle of juice and interrupted them, "It's not a five star meal or anything but it'll hold us over for now." Rachel smiled, proud of herself.
"So where's Lady Hummel?" Santana asked, helping herself.
"I guess he stayed with Adam again, I'm not sure…Hey! We could have a girl's day! Santana you haven't had a proper tour of the city, neither has Quinn! I could show you two around, it'll be fun!"
"Seriously, Berry?" Santana scowled.
Quinn elbowed Santana, "That sounds lovely, Rachel." She smiled before glaring at Santana who immediately responded with her own glare. Rachel ignored them and beamed at the confirmation of her plans and, in typical Rachel Berry fashion, started rambling about all the ideas she had to make sure their day turned out perfect.
Quinn listened for a moment before she got lost in her own thoughts. She couldn't tell if Santana was flirting or just teasing like the bitch she likes to think she is. She finds them both acting like they're back in high school except now she can't stop the butterflies in her stomach every time she makes eye contact with her. She sneaks a glance over at Santana and found her gaping at Rachel like she was speaking some other language. As Quinn was about to turn away Santana snapped out of it and looks over to her with a scowl firmly in place like she's asking, what the hell did you do, Fabray? before turning back to her food. Quinn smiled to herself as she turns back to her own plate.
Santana Lopez may know every button Quinn has and pushes them every chance she gets but that's something Quinn has grown to appreciate about Santana. She knows her. Just like she knows Santana. Santana isn't the bitch she likes to think she is and if she didn't know that before, she definitely figured it out at the "wedding". Quinn reminds herself that that's why she's there. She just needs to figure out what she's going to do there.