Over the past week Rachel and I have become closer. I would say closer than friends, but that would be a lie. We started hanging out together more often and when we talked it seemed effortless. I plan to introduce Santana to her soon. I just hope they get along and Santana keeps her mouth shut about the extent of my crush.

It was Thursday night when I was having some the best sleep I've ever had, but a constant buzzing was getting on my nerves. I fling my arm over to my night stand and slap my phone to my ear.

"Hello?" I answer sleepily.

"Quinn, hi..." Rachel's voice comes through sounding worried. I look at the clock next to my bed and see 2:30 AM in red lights.

"Hi... why are you calling this early?"

"Umm... never mind, I guess I just wanted to say have a goodnight's sleep." She chuckles nervously. Hell no, she did not interrupt my REM cycle to say hello.

"What the fuck, Rachel? It's, like, two in the morning. I like you and all but I need my beauty sleep. Now tell me what you need." I sigh and wipe my face.

"We're friends right?"

"Yeah, good friends. Why?"

"Well friends help each other too, right?" I hear the hesitance in her voice and am quick to assure her.

"Yeah, Rach. Whatever you need. Anytime, anyplace. "

She lets out a heavy sigh and takes a shaky breath. "I'm in a little bit of trouble and I need your help."

"Right now?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, I'll be over in a minute." I run a hand through my hair and let out a breath as I hang up. Oh god, please don't let her be a prostitute running from her pimp!

I use all my Mission Impossible knowledge to carry out my plan of sneaking out the house and into Rachel's. I put some combat boots, black sweat pants and a black hoodie over my SpongeBob boxers and sports bra. I open my door gingerly and step out on the carpet and fly out the house like someone with bad gas running from fire.

I follow Rachel's instructions to meet her at the back door and jump the Berries' back fence, falling in the process. Maybe I should have a spy call. Like a KAKAWWW or like a AWW HAWW. Maybe a gorilla sound, its different and unexpected. Ok, I'll do that.

"Ooh ooh AHHH AHH ! Oof oof oof, aww aww!" As I say my monkey sounds, I beat my chest. That's right Quinn Kong! Set it free! Spread your wings Quinn eagle! Call for the mission. "KA KAWWW!" Fly like the spy you are, Young Quinn, spread your wings! "AWW HAWW, HAWW AWW!" Now Roar like the mighty beast you were meant to be! "GRRRRRRR! RAAA-"

"QUINN! What the FUCK?!" Rachel hisses as she swings the back door open. I stop mid rain dance and blush sheepishly.

"Umm... haha, funny story! You probably don't want to hear it though, so I won't say it." I laugh nervously and scratch the back of my neck. She rolls her eyes and huff out a breath and snatches me into the house, causing me to stumble and stutter.

"I swear, I don't know why I like you." She mumbles under her breath. I beam and stand taller at her slip up. "Calm down, Dork, I didn't mean it like that." She rolls eyes again.

"Yeah, but you will! And don't roll your eyes so much, I'm afraid that you'll roll them out and you won't be able to see our future kids." I grin. She bunches her upper lip up at me in a creeped out way. "Sorry, that was creepy. Didn't mean for it to sound that way. Mom's been watching lifetime again so it- it's rubbing off on me. I'm really sorry. But, not sorry that I want you to have my babies. Because you look like you have good genes, and Jaylen Quinn Fabray-Berry Jr. sounds nice. Will you have my Berries?"

I cough and clear my throat at the end of my rant while Rachel's mouth gapes as she looks at me with wide eyes before turning abruptly and going to the kitchen.

'Damn, Q. You never know when to shut up do you?'

'Stop talking, you don't know what it's like to feel that way!'

'Yes, I do because I'm you. And Berries? Really?'

'Shut up and try to come up with something better when she crosses her arms and makes her boobs rise up!'

'I can't. I'm you, remember?'

' Damn.'

'That's about right.'

I break out of my muse and follow Rachel to the kitchen when she calls my name. I walk in and see something I never thought I would.

"You're cool, right?" Rachel asks with her eyes wide and beautiful.

"Of course," I nod hurriedly. "What's up?"

"Well, my parents are coming home early and I need some help before they do."

"Okayyy. What time is early and what kind of help?"

"Three hours and I need you to help me cook something."

"You want me to cook with you at almost three in the morning?" I ask with an arched eyebrow and a cocked hip, going back into HBIC mode. Rachel bites her lip and

"Well…" She starts nervously. "I got something to have a little fun with and I planned on having that fun tonight, and I did. BUT I have the leftover fun and I need to get rid of this fun before my parents get home. And the only way to do that without evidence is to cook. More like back." She says all in one breath. How she does it, I will never know.

"Did you get something bad to have fun with?" I ask with uncertainty. I'm pretty sure I know what she means, but I don't want to jump to conclusions.

"It's not bad, it's just illegal for right now. " She hurries, biting her lip deliciously. But now is not the time for Mini Quinnie to wake up.

"Rachel, I swear if you don't spit it out..." Don't let it be cocaine.

"Fine! I got some weed from a friend of mine and now I have to get rid of it by the time my parents get home." She huff and stomps her foot. She really needs to stop being so adorable.

"Is it gas?"

She furrows her brows in confusion. "What?"

"Is it loud?" she still looks confused. "The weed! Is it mid or loud?"

"Oh, sorry. It took me a while to understand. Um, it's mid."

"Okay, we can work with that. We couldn't have done this with loud. But I just have a question for you to answer first."

"Sure."

"Why can't you just wait until later to smoke it?" I'm genuinely confused. Whenever I planned to smoke with Santana, and my parent's stopped it, I would just wait until they went to some lame tea party the next day.

"My dad's a cop. He can tell what it smells like. It's a lot easier to cook it."

"Do you have any brownie mix?"

"No." She says sadly, looking helplessly around the room.

I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration. Her dad's a cop and she wants me to do something illegal, and I have to cook. I'm still going to do it, but I just seem to have driven up to some speed bumps.

I cross my arms and make it seem like I'm irritated so I can make her squirm a little. "You call me at an ungodly hour and then ask me to sneak out of the house to come here," I watch her take a step back and get defensive, crossing her arms over her chest and jutting her hip out, looking away from me.

"Not only to come here, but to help you stay out of trouble with your parents. One of which is a cop. THEN you ask me to help you cook an illegal illegal substance, giving me the idea that it is something far worse than a plant. Do you know how that makes me feel?" She clenched her teeth as I flare up my dramatics. "LOOK AT ME!" and she does so with a glare but I continue on. "It makes me feel so... honored that you chose me to trust."

She just stares at my large grin and slowly unwinds. I start laughing my ass off because it's just too much to hold in. My future wife rolls her eyes and chucks a sponge at my head. I can't bring myself not to go take her in a bone crushing hug as my laughter continues. She reluctantly brings her arms around me and begins to chuckle with me. I can't help but think of how perfect we fit.

"So you'll help me? " she asks, looking up innocently through her eyelashes after our laughter died down.

"Yeah, there's this really good recipe that me and San use. My grand- mom's friend taught me how to make brownies from scratch." I hope she didn't notice my stutter when I forgot that I had a different mom and different grandparents, who only taught me how to cook for my future husband. I don't even know "my" grandparents.

Rachel's eyes light up like it's an early Christmas. "Thank you, Quinn." she said in her usual coy tone.

"No problem," I grin. "Let's get started." She moves to get the ingredients out of the cabinets but I stop her. "One condition." She turns around with a cocked eyebrow. "Give me a kiss."

She smirks and crosses the room saunters over to me, pinning my back into the counter. She leans in closer and closer, and my heart begins to stutter as my anticipation grows. Our faces are an inch apart and I close my eyes when I feel her breath against my lips. I lean in to close the gap but she moves her face to the left and ends up kissing the corner of my mouth. She then tits her head up and whispers in my ear.

"You're going to have to play harder than that if you want a prize." And with that, she saunters off and starts to gather the ingredients I told her we needed.

By the time we were finished cooking, all I could say was that it was my first time getting a hard on while watching someone mix a bowl of chocolate. I helped her clean up the mess before I left. When I opened the cabinet, I couldn't help but notice the box of brownie mix.

I leave her house with a smirk and a skip in my step. Let the Games begin.

Hi! Long time, no story! I hope this is a step in the right direction. This was more of getting in the friendship feeling between the two girls; therefore, establishing trust, a thing every relationship needs. Please let me know if you liked it and review! Suggestions are always accepted.

~Kay :)