Hey all, welcome to chapter 8. I apologize for any mistakes, running on very little sleep. Reviews always welcome.
I don't own Glee or its characters. =)
Rachel and Quinn were sitting outside the Berry residence when LeRoy and Hiram got home. The men got out of the car and looked at their daughters car and frowned. Quinn and Rachel both sat quietly and watched the men before they both stood up with seemingly the same idea and went to help the men get the groceries.
"I'll go and call Burt." Hiram said once the four were inside.
"OK. Sorry dad." Rachel said a little sadly.
"What are you sorry for, you didn't paint your car." LeRoy frowned as he started putting groceries away while Quinn and Rachel took them out of the bags.
"No, but maybe if I had done things differently as far as those boys are concerned this might not have happened?" Rachel said a little uncertainly.
"I doubt that Rachel. They are like dogs with bones, once they have it in there grasp they don't stop worrying at it. The only reason they backed off those two times was because of Coach Beiste." Quinn said with a slight scowl.
"Yeah thank you again for getting her that first time, I feel like they were moments away from hitting me." Rachel said with a smile at Quinn.
"Yes well had they laid a finger on you I would have rid them of there genders." Quinn spoke a little savagely and Rachel wondered why Quinn was so upset about the thought of someone touching her.
"Quinn would you like to stay for dinner tonight?" LeRoy asked with a warm smile.
"I would like to Mr. Berry, but I can not. I told my mom I would have dinner with her tonight. She traded shifts with her work so she would be home." Quinn explained with a smile.
"Well she would be welcome as well?" LeRoy suggested.
"Oh, well I appreciate that and excuse me for being blunt but my mother is quite religious and homophobic to boot." Quinn said sadly.
"Oh, well that is unfortunate. Would you join us for dinner sometime this week? I know Hiram and I would like to get to know you better." LeRoy beamed at the thought.
"Of course. Name a day and I will be there." Quinn said returning the smile in full.
"Tomorrow?" Hiram asked as he walked back into the kitchen.
"You Betcha." Quinn grinned.
Rachel stood quietly and watched the interaction with a smile. If Rachel was being honest with herself she had thought many times about having Quinn in her house and now that it was happening she couldn't help but feel a comfortable warmth in her chest. Rachel had had feelings for Quinn for months but had, until recently, had no desire to acknowledge them.
"Maybe San will come over too?" LeRoy asked with a hopeful note in his voice.
"I'll text her and ask." Rachel said when she realized LeRoy was talking to her.
Rachel pulled her phone from her pocket and sent the text while Hiram asked Quinn what kind of food she liked to eat. Rachel grimaced but chuckled under her breath when Quinn said she really liked bacon. Rachel was about to make a joke about the blondes enjoyment of bacon when her phone buzzed in her pocket.
Santana:
Sure. What's the occasion?
Rachel frowned a little but smiled anyways and told her dads that San said she would be there for dinner tomorrow night to which both men beamed happily.
Rachel:
Because they love you, and they invited Quinn over tomorrow as well.
Rachel was just putting her phone back in her pocket when she felt it buzz and laughed at the speed with which Santana had replied when she looked at the name on the screen.
Santana:
Dnnr w/ the crsh. R u exctd?
Rachel groaned when she saw Santana's terrible text speech but couldn't help the smile on her mouth at the idea that the Latina was super excited.
"What's up?" Quinn asked curiously at the sound of Rachel's groan.
"Text speech." Rachel explained blushing a little when she noticed the subject of the textual conversation watching her.
"How can you stand texting Santana if you hate text speech?" Quinn asked with a chuckle.
Santana:
Answer me Berry.
Rachel glanced at the text she just received before looking back at Quinn and was about to answer when Hiram spoke.
"Rachel gave Santana a stern talking to about it once and since then San has been quite conscious of it."
"Sounds like something Rachel would do, but I must admit i'm impressed that it worked with Santana at all. Though I guess not completely?" Quinn quirked a questioning eyebrow at Rachel.
"Oh usually she is really good about it, but she seems a little excited and forgot." Rachel said as she made to reply to Santana's text before she got another one.
"Why is she so excited?" Quinn inquired mildly.
"Uh... the dinner invite." Rachel silently cursed herself for stammering.
Rachel:
Nervous perhaps. Quinn is just a friend there's no need to get overtly excited, its not like its a date.
Quinn didn't say anything but she continued to watch Rachel who she noticed was avoiding looking her in the eye. With a slow grin Quinn turned back to LeRoy and Hiram and spoke to them.
"Thank you for breakfast and letting me stay over last night but I should probably leave, I told mom I would help her cook and I need to pick some things up at the store before we can get started." Quinn glanced at Rachel and saw a slightly disappointed look flash across the brunettes face.
"Of course Quinn you are welcome to come over anytime, you are quite a delight. We will see you tomorrow night." LeRoy said warmly.
"Most certainly. Rachel would you mind giving me a ride, San brought me over last night." Quinn said looking at the brunette.
Santana:
But you wish it was a date.
"Yeah no problem Quinn." Rachel said before typing a response to Santana.
Rachel:
Maybe but we both know that is never going to happen.
"Thank you. See you tomorrow Mr. and Mr. Berry." Quinn said with a grin and then followed Rachel who was walking towards the front door.
Rachel put her phone in her pocket and grabbed her keys from beside the door and then reached for the door handle when she saw a hand reach over her shoulder and grabbed the handle. Rachel froze when she felt the warmth of Quinn s body against her back and she held her breath as the blonde turned the handle and slowly opened door.
Quinn knew exactly what she was doing and a small part of her wondered why she was tormenting Rachel. A bigger part of Quinn knew exactly why and enjoyed it very much. Quinn leaned forward so her mouth was a few scant inches from the back of Rachel's neck and spoke quietly.
"Are we going Rachel?"
Rachel started and strode forward the moment the hot breath brushed against the nape of her neck. She strode to the car without looking back at Quinn and missed the chuckle from the blonde. Rachel unlocked her car and then pulled her phone out when it vibrated while she waited on Quinn to catch up.
Santana:
It might. Chin up. Where did she sleep last night by the way?
The blush that was still on Rachel's face from moments before grew brighter as she read the text and remembered the warm body that was wrapped around her smaller frame that morning. Rachel silently cursed herself when she slid into the drivers side and Quinn sat across from her in the passengers seat.
"Feeling OK Rachel? You look a bit... hot." Quinn said slowly with a strait face.
"I'm fine. Just a second." Rachel said not looking at Quinn.
Rachel:
My bed. I'm not sure she realizes what she is doing to me, but its driving me crazy.
Rachel pocketed her phone again and then put the key in the ignition before she turned to Quinn and asked a question trying to sound casual.
"So if you would like we can stop at the store on the way to your place?" She felt like she succeeded in sounding normal.
"If you don't mind that would be great." Quinn said beaming.
They drove to the store in comfortable silence and when they pulled up and Rachel turned the car off she pulled her phone from her pocket and climbed out of the car. Walking beside Quinn into the store Rachel read the text message while listening to Quinn talk about what she needed to grab.
"I'm not in a hurry Quinn." Rachel said when Quinn made comment about trying not to take too long.
"OK. Thanks again Rachel." Quinn said with a smile and touched the brunettes arm as they walked along an aisle.
Santana:
What did she do?
Rachel:
She got changed in front of me last night. She was pressed up against me with her arm around me this morning. Just now at the house she breathed down my neck she was that close to me. Insanity is unsettling.
Rachel text back and then put her phone away which was lucky because just as she did so she slipped on something that was on the floor and landed on her back with a dazed look on her face. Rachel groaned when she finally felt the impact of her body hitting the floor and she rolled out of the wetness on the floor but couldn't quite bring herself to stand up just yet.
"Rachel, oh my god, are you OK?" Quinn was kneeling beside Rachel with a gentle hand on the Brunettes shoulder.
"A little... winded." Rachel wheezed and tried to push herself up.
"What the hell. Shouldn't there be a wet floor sign up here!" Quinn shouted to no one in particular.
Rachel struggled up onto her knees and reached behind herself to rub her now very bruised feeling back. Rachel's hand was pushed away by Quinn's warm one and she sighed softly when the warm hand began to gently rub the sore spot. At this moment one of the store clerks showed up and looked down at the pair before apologizing profusely.
"Yeah you should be apologizing. She could sue." Quinn snapped at the man.
"Oh. Maybe I should go and get my manager." The clerk said looking panicked
"No. It's OK. I'm not going to sue. Quinn you mind if I go sit in the car while you grab your stuff?" Rachel asked feeling sore and a little too warm from embarrassment and the hand on her back.
"That's fine Rachel. I will be quick. Maybe you will clean this damn water up!" Quinn snapped at the clerk who was standing there not knowing what to do.
Quinn helped Rachel to her feet and then glared at the clerk as the Brunette walked out of the store. The clerk went to a supply closet and got a caution sign and Quinn stormed through the store grabbing a few things. Quinn was upset with what had happened to Rachel and the thought that the brunette was hurting didn't please her at all.
Rachel got to her car and was about to open the door and climb into it when she heard a familiar voice. With a groan she glanced over her shoulder and her suspicions were confirmed. The blonde football player sauntered up to her and looked at her car with a smug look on his face.
"Hey Queer. Nice paint job." The blonde said with a laugh.
"Thanks, I was trying something new." Rachel said opening the car door.
"Rachel!" Quinn called as she walked out of the store with a bag of grocery under her arm.
"You're with Quinn now? You get around don't you dyke." The blonde guy said harshly.
Rachel would have responded but was cut off by an angry Quinn who had just tossed her grocery into the car and walked around to get in the guys face before speaking.
"Are you jealous that she gets more pussy than you?" Quinn asked snidely.
"Like I would ever be jealous of a filthy homo." The blonde guy said getting a little closer to Quinn.
"Get in the car Rachel." Quinn said without looking at the brunette.
"Quinn. Come on lets just go. He isn't worth it." Rachel said touching Quinn s arm trying to get her to back away from the guy.
Quinn didn't move her arm out from under Rachel's hand but she reached out with her other hand and grabbed the front of the jocks shirt before snarling at him and speaking in a deadly quiet voice.
"I swear to god, if you and your stupid friends keep bothering Rachel, I will fold you up so your nose if permanently stuck in your own asshole."
Rachel watched as the guy seemed to become a little nervous and she realized it had a lot to do with Quinn s tone. Quinn spoke quietly and her voice was full of nothing but a calm promise of retaliation. The jock looked like he might say something but Quinn gave him a shove and turned towards Rachel and guided the brunette into the car.
Rachel watched as Quinn ignored the stunned jock and walked around and climbed in the car beside her. Rachel took her keys and put them in the ignition, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot. The drive to Quinn s house was a silent one and Rachel pulled into the drive way and looked over at Quinn who didn't move to get out of the car.
"Rachel you need to ignore them. If they approach you just walk away." Quinn said quietly.
"I know I 'should' Quinn but it's hard. Their insults are pretty and ridiculous and they make it too easy." Rachel said after a moment.
"OK, let me put it this way, I need you to just walk away from them." Quinn said turning towards Rachel.
"Why?" Rachel asked quietly.
"For my peace of mind. I don't want to see that pretty face get hurt when we are so close to Sectionals." Quinn said with a genuine smile.
Rachel didn't know what to say but even if she did she didn't have the chance to say anything as Quinn got out of the car and grabbed her groceries. Before she closed the back door Quinn smiled again and spoke.
"Just try for me Rachel. I will see you tomorrow. Thanks for the ride."
"See you." Was all Rachel could muster and she sat and watched as Quinn, not looking away until the door closed behind the blonde.
Rachel reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone and sent a text to Santana.
Rachel:
Omg. I dnt knw hw 2 tke Qs cmmnts !