'So what have you found out?' Was asked down the line with a business like tone but still had a lilt of affection to it.
"Nothing much yet. Just that the school system here is bullshit." Rachel replied in annoyance.
'Language! Do I need to wash your mouth out with soap again, young lady?'
"No, ma'am."
'Good.' A tired sigh was heard before the person spoke again. 'Well, you still have time. So, don't worry. The only reason I sent you and you alone is because your brothers and sisters would have made everything a lot more obvious than it needs to be. Aloof and quiet gets the job done and you my dear are sensationally skilled at that.'
"Thank you, auntie."
'Well, How are you, my love?'
"Good, no complaints."
'That's very good to hear. Unfortunately, I must go now, my darling. Have a good night and be sure to call me tomorrow.'
"I will, aunty. I love you. Have a good night."
'I love you, too darling. Good night.'
Rachel hung up the phone pocketing it into the inside pocket of her leather jacket.
She lifted her binoculars back to her eyes as she continued her watch of the illegal happenings at a warehouse, from her perch a top one of the closest and tallest building with a perfect view of everything.
The brunette than pulled her camera out and began snapping photos of every person her camera caught sight of.
She also took shots of the names on the side of the cargo shipments boxes and the tag plate to a town car that just pulled up.
The man exiting looked familiar but she couldn't make him out.
She took shots of him anyway.
The night continued on like that as she took notes and photos until the warehouse district began to thin out and dawn began to approach.
Rachel yawned again into her hand as her eyes began to droop again.
She was so fucking tired but last night's stake out was well worth it.
"Rough night?" The blonde spoke as she sat next to her lab partner.
Rachel took in the girl next to her in surprise that she had spoken to the brunette first this time.
The blonde began to fidget nervously as the brunette stared at her.
Assuming she crossed the line she ducked her head.
"Sorry, I asked. It's none of my business." The blonde spoke lowly than began removing things from her bag.
"Yes.. Yes, it was a long night." Rachel spoke startling the blonde with her reply.
"You don't have to tell me. That was rude of me. We're not even friends." The blonde spoke feeling pathetic.
"Well, I actually want to be your friend but it seems you don't want to be mine." Rachel replied with a tired smile.
The blonde's eyes widened in surprise. Before wariness took over her features.
Her eyes scanned the room to see if any one was snickering.
Rachel noticed this and remembered what Sam said.
Than realization dawned on the brunette.
The similarities between the two were now visible to her.
"Are you.. Sam's sister?" The brunette asked once again surprising the blonde but she only became more weary.
"..Yes.. You know my brother?"
"I met him my first day. After I met you, actually. He's cool but.."
The blonde's eyes narrowed. "But he's a loser, so you can't be friends?" The blonde assumed.
Rachel's eyes snapped to hers and her face morphed into annoyance and irritation.
"No, if you must know. He's the one who said we can't be friends." The brunette snapped back before going back to her books.
The blonde's eyes widened once again in surprise at the information.
Before she felt like an asshole for assuming. "I'm sorry.. I didn't think you.." The blonde was cut off by Rachel.
"No, you didn't think, you just assumed. Just like he assumed and this entire damn school assumes. Just because you all live under the rules of some stupid hierarchy, doesn't mean I do."
The brunette couldn't understand why the blonde's words upset her so much.
"Your right. I'm so sorry for assuming. I don't know you and I had no right to judge you." The blonde said softly full of sincerity.
Rachel lifted her eyes to see the blonde's remorseful face than she felt bad for snapping at the girl.
Rachel sighed tiredly. "No, I'm sorry."
The blonde blinked in shock at being apologized to.
"I shouldn't have snapped at you. I'm just really tired. Look, I know you guys operate differently here than my old school but if your going to be my partner the rest of the year. You need to understand that I know who I am. I don't need popularity to make me happy and I don't need acknowledgement from others to make me feel cool and accepted. I accept myself enough for me and that's all that I need. Do we understand each other?" Rachel asked in a no none sense manner.
The blonde smiled warmly at the brunette.
"Perfectly. Again, I'm sorry and I won't assume about anything ever again."
"Apology accepted. So, do I get to know your name now or do I still have to call you Fabray?"
The blonde giggled softly and Rachel swore she heard angels sing.
"I'm Quinn." The blonde said with her hand held out for the brunette to shake.
Rachel smiled and took her hand immediately butterflies battered her stomach and her heart began to hammer in her chest at the contact.
Yeah, this was definitely a new feeling.
"It's nice to make your acquaintance, Quinn." Rachel said with a charming smile, that had the blonde been standing she had gone weak at the knees at the sight of it.
"The pleasure is all mine. Oh! By the way, I almost forgot." The blonde said with a smile as she dug into her back pack.
She pulled out the brunette's tubberware and handed it to her. Rachel smiled.
"Thanks."
"Thank you, actually. For the sandwich. I owe you."
"Oh, No. You don't owe me anything."
"Yes, I do. That was your food that you shared. So, I owe you lunch." The blonde replied.
Quinn began digging into her bag to pull out a five dollar bill that was suppose to be her own lunch money that her mother manage to steal for her and another five for Sam.
The brunette grasp the blonde's hand closing her hand back around the five with a smile.
"Tell you what. How about you just have lunch with me today and we'll call it even." Rachel asked and the blonde couldn't help the fear that engulfed her that this was trick.
She swallowed thickly and thought about it.
If it was a prank than she might as well get it over with.
She owed the girl food. So she'll just take the humiliation and if it isn't a trick, well than she had nothing to lose.
"..Ok.."
"Awesome but I don't want to eat in the cafeteria because I don't want to be gawked at. That's why I was above the bleachers the other day when I found you. People keep staring at me and it's really beginning to grate on my nerves. So if you don't mind, I was thinking we could go to the choir room or something?"
"Sure." The blonde replied with a nod.
"Ok."
Just than the teacher walked in and began their lesson.
Rachel felt pretty proud of herself that she got the girl to agree to go to lunch with her.
Quinn was internally freaking out.
Praying that Rachel was being genuine. It would hurt too much if she wasn't.
Quinn was at her locker putting her books away.
It was now lunch time and she was on her way to meet Rachel.
She had thought about what the brunette had said about knowing who she is and not needed acknowledgment from others.
Maybe it was true. Maybe this time would be different.
Maybe this time she'd have a real friend. A smile began taking over her features.
The blonde shut her locker and began her walk to the choir room to meet Rachel.
When she was suddenly grabbed by the arms and dragged in the opposite direction of the choir room with a hand clamped over her mouth.
She heard giggling and knew it was the cheerios.
They dragged her thrashing form to the nearest isolated exit.
They rounded the corner outside and the blonde's eyes widened as the entire football team came into view.
Her eyes welled with tears. Every one of them had a slushie in their hand.
This would be her fourth slushie of the day and it was only lunch time.
She didn't have any more clothing to change into.
"Hey, there easy lay." Finn said with a smirk.
Quinn still couldn't believe she actually dated the boy.
Quinn's mouth was released but she knew better than to speak now.
It only made things worse and over time she had been defeated to the coward she is now.
Her tears came silently as she knew what was coming.
Finn sighed a superior sigh that made Quinn want to punch him in the face. "It's a shame easy lay, Life would be a lot easier if you just understood your place." Finn said and before the blonde could prepare herself.
Slushie after slushie hit her and the ice cold drinks seeped through her clothes.
It didn't help that it was October and cold. Her body began to tremble as the cold began to freeze her over.
A sob escaped her throat as she felt herself being lifted into the air but the sting in her eyes from the slushie prevented her from seeing where she was being taken.
Rachel was beyond disappointed and honestly a little upset at being stood up.
She had been sure that she and the blonde had reached some sort of understanding but she supposes she was wrong.
The blonde was a great actress. Rachel actually believed her sincerity.
But maybe it was like Sam said, they couldn't be friends and maybe Quinn was just too scared.
Either way, Rachel's feelings were hurt.
The brunette mentally prepared herself for her next class that she shared with Quinn.
She wouldn't show any emotion. Besides she wasn't sent here to make friends.
The brunette entered the classroom and did a quick discreet scan but didn't see the blonde.
'Hmm. Maybe she's running late.' Rachel thought.
Just as class had started, it was over quickly. Rachel had been on edge the entire time because the blonde hadn't shown.
She left to her next class and once again the blonde was a no show.
Rachel's stomach churned unpleasantly. Some thing was wrong. She could feel it.
Instead of going to her second to last class of the day. She decided to search for the blonde.
She wandered around the entire school.
She checked empty classrooms, the auditorium, the choir room, all the bathrooms, still nothing but than Quinn's words from the first day they met rung in her mind.
'Dumpster dives.' The thought hit Rachel like a freight train.
"Shit.." Rachel whispered than bolted back the way she came toward the back of the school.
She rounded the school and spotted the dumpsters.
She jogged over and glanced back and forth but she didn't see anything out of the ordinary.
She reached for the first dumpster to check inside but stopped when she heard a shuffle two dumpsters down.
She walked over quickly and listened. Her ears picked up a whimper and her eyes widened than anger surged through her.
"Quinn?! Quinn, is that you?!" Rachel called out.
"Rachel?.." The weak emotional muffled reply came.
The brunette felt fury as she climbed up and pulled for the lid of the dumpster but it wouldn't budge.
Upon closer inspection she spotted a chain locking the blonde inside.
"Mother fucker!" Rachel whispered between gritted teeth.
"Rachel?.. Are you.. Are you still there?.." Quinn asked hesitantly full to the brim with sorrow.
Rachel felt it in her chest.
"Yeah, Yeah I'm still here. I'm trying to get you out."
"The doors stuck. I tried." Quinn replied.
"I know, it has a chain locking it. Look, I'm going to get some help."
"Please don't leave me!" Quinn cried in a panic.
She wasn't sure how long she had been in there but she was covered in slushie with trash sticking to her skin and clothing.
It smelled horrible and she's ashamed to admit after being stuck in there so long she vomited from the encased smell.
She was freezing and didn't want to be left there any longer.
What if Rachel was planning to not come back now that she got a up close look at what happens when your a loser. At what happens when your friends with Quinn Fabray.
"Quinn, sweetie listen to me. There's no way I can get you out of here with out bolt cutters. I need to get the janitor because he would have some. I promise you, I'm coming back. I won't leave you." Rachel spoke as she felt herself fill with rage at the cruelty and the sound of the crying blonde stuck inside.
"...Ok.." Quinn's whimpered reply came.
Truthfully, Quinn resigned herself to the fact that Rachel wasn't coming back and was just saying that so she could make a clean get away.
Or worse Rachel was in on it and the entirety of the football team and cheerios were actually standing out there with Rachel laughing at her pathetic begging.
"I promise, I'm coming back." Rachel said as she jumped down from the turned over bucket she was standing on.
The brunette ran as fast as she could back into the school heading straight for the principal's office.
"Hey, Rachel!" Finn called out but the brunette just ran passed him.
She barged into the principals office out of breath.
"I need help! I need help with a chain!" Rachel spoke frantically.
"Ms. Berry, please calm down. There's no need to raise your voice."
"We need to help her! Please?! We're wasting time!"
"Ms. Berry! Lower your tone and maybe I could assist you with the matter."
"Th..The janitor! Where's the janitor!"
" , If you don't calm down. I will assign you detention."
"No! This is bullshit! I need the janitor or some one who has bolt cutters!"
"What's going on in here?" Coach Bieste asked as she entered the office after she spotted the brunette barging into the office from down the hall, mere minutes prior.
"Coach! I need your help!"
Quinn had her face buried in her hands as she cried to herself.
Rachel had been gone for a while now. Quinn knew she wasn't coming back.
Why would she? Why would she put a target on her back for the school's social pariah?
The blonde's head snapped up and fear engulfed her when she heard voices approaching and foot falls.
"Quinn?!" Rachel called out.
The blonde's mouth dropped open in surprise. "Rachel?! Rachel, is that you?!"
"Yes! I'm here and I have coach Beiste with me! We're going to get you out!" Rachel called back.
Quinn whimpered in relief. Rachel came back.
Rachel came back with help like she promised.
Quinn heard metal scraping than heavy ratteling.
She heard coach Beiste grunt than a pop sound.
The sound of the chain dragging across quickly.
Than light shone in blinding the blonde momentarily.
She squinted with her hand raised to block the bright light until her eyes cleared.
There stood above her looking every bit like an angel from heaven was Rachel with sad eyes and her hand outstretched for Quinn to take.
Quinn's body trembled from being so cold for so long.
The gust of wind that hit her freezing frame upon opening the dumpster lid, wasn't helping any.
She took the brunette's hand and allowed Rachel to help her out of the dumpster.
She was cold, embarrassed and crying.
Rachel wrapped an arm around the blonde as soon as she was within reach to do so.
Quinn was trembling from the cold so severely her teeth chattered a little.
"Quinn, is it?" Coach Beiste asked.
"Yes."
"You mind telling me how the hell you not only ended up locked in a dumpster but also why your colored like a rainbow?" Coach Beiste asked in anger for the blonde's situation.
"Coach, maybe it'd be best to ask Quinn about this another time. Right now, she's sticky and has spent the better part of her day in a dumpster." Rachel spoke respectfully in suggestion.
She knew Quinn wouldn't say anything by the sheer fact that the blonde tensed in her arms at possibly having to answer.
Which Rachel just knew Quinn would with hold the truth. She couldn't tell you how she knew. She just did.
"Your right, I'm sorry for your situation. This is unacceptable behavior by who ever did this to you. I expect you in my office tomorrow morning to talk about this, ok?" Beist spoke to Quinn softly.
"..Yes, ma'am." Quinn replied her vocal cords quivering.
Rachel immediately took off her jacket and tried to put it over the blonde's shoulders.
"No, Rachel, I'll ruin your jacket."
"I don't care. Your cold and still damp. Please, don't argue because I will only keep trying." Rachel said.
The two stared at each other for a moment longer.
Than Rachel once again reached the jacket to slip it onto the blonde's shoulders and succeeded.
She rubbed Quinn's up and down Quinn's arms to give some form of warmth, taking in the girls ruined out fit.
The brunette turned to coach Beiste. "Coach, I think it would be best if I took Quinn home to shower and change. It's already the end of the day."
"Say no more. Go ahead. I'll let the office know so you won't be in any trouble and Quinn I'll also let them know why you weren't in the rest of your classes, so you will excused."
"Thank you." Quinn spoke quietly.
"Thanks coach."
"Don't mention it. Now, get blondie out of here, it's freezing."
Rachel nodded and kept her arm around the blonde as she escorted her toward the parking lot.
Straight to Rachel's car. Quinn halted in her steps as she noticed.
"Rachel no, I'll.."
"Ruin my car, I know and guess what Fabray. I still don't care. Now, it's getting colder so please." Rachel said as she opened the passenger door. "Get in."
Quinn looked hesitant but Rachel's sincere smile helped her relax. She stepped forward and slipped in.
Her eyes gazed around in wonderment of the vehicle. The car was insanely expensive looking.
It was comfortable and spacious. She doesn't even want to know what kind of money Rachel's parents had to spend to get it.
The brunette slipped into the drivers seat and started the car, turning the heat on full blast before peeling out of the parking lot.
They drove in silence until the blonde realized Rachel had no idea where she lived.
"Hey, um.. You could drop me off at the bus stop. I can make my home from there." Quinn said softly with her eyes glancing back out the window.
Rachel glanced at her and felt her chest tighten at the defeated blonde.
Rachel didn't reply she just kept driving.
Quinn looked at the brunette to see her eyes still firmly on the road.
The blonde was about to speak up as she noticed she didn't recognize the area they were in.
"Hey.. where are we?" Quinn asked in worry as they pulled into the only drive way for at least five miles.
Rachel cut the engine and turned to Quinn seriously.
"We're at my house. You are going to come inside with me and shower than change. Afterward, I'd like to speak with you. Is that ok with you?" The brunette asked softly.
Quinn didn't know what to say but the look in the brunette's eyes told her that she needed to say yes.
"O..Okay.."
Rachel nodded than exited the car. She rounded it to assist the exiting blonde. The two walked up the driveway in silence.
Rachel unlocked the door and escorted the Quinn inside.
Quinn's jaw dropped at the expensive décor.
The place was something out of a celebrity home magazine.
"This way." Rachel said.
The two ascended the stairs and blonde couldn't help but notice the lack of any family photos.
Sam grunted as his head snapped back.
He staggered than felt the wind knocked out of him under a second later, from a blow to his stomach.
Two sets of hands grabbed him by his arms as he was held up.
Fist after fist collided with his body. His breath became ragged.
A shadow loomed over him before he grimaced as a calloused hand grabbed his swollen jaw.
"Now pay attention, Sammy. You tell your dad that my dad said that he better have his payment collected by Friday or his ass is grass. Got it?"
It was spat with disdain and though Sam tried, he couldn't answer.
"ANSWER ME!"
Incoherent mumbling from a dizzy Sam was heard.
Sam tried speak but his head was swimming horribly.
Sam grunted as his head snapped back again with an upper cut.
His body dropped to the ground bonelessly.
"Get him out here. Drop him off on Stead street." The guy said wiping the blood from his hands.
"Fuck, you little shit. You got blood on my letterman." The guy said in anger before slamming his boot into Sam stomach with a final blow.
Sam groaned once again than he felt his body lifted and being dragged away.
Quinn followed Rachel into her room and stood in awe of the large bedroom.
It was gorgeous and impressive.
The brunette was at her dresser getting the blonde a pair of clothes to change into.
She turned to Quinn and held out the clothing.
"Here, the bathroom is through that door." Rachel pointed.
"There are towels and anything else you'll need already in there. When your done come downstairs. I'll be waiting, no rush." Rachel said with a nod before leaving the room and shutting the door behind her.
Quinn stood still and stared down at the clothing in her hands.
She walked to the bathroom and started the shower.
She began peeling the clothing away her eyes cast down to her color covered body.
She stepped into the shower under the shower head.
Immediately a sob escaped her throat. Her tears came in hurt, anger, misery and rage.
Life wasn't fair.
The car slowed down but didn't stop completely as a body was thrown from it.
Rolling on the pavement for a moment before stopping as the car continued on.
Sam laid there for a minute but knew he had to get up.
The last thing he needed was for the cops to show up.
He grunted as he did his best to stagger to his feet.
He began limping against the chilled wind in pain.
He knew he should have left the school when he was suppose to but he couldn't find Quinn.
He had looked every where and it terrified him that she was no where to be seen.
It wasn't until he ran into the football coach that he found out what happened.
He would be lying if he said he wasn't worried that his sister left with the new girl.
He knew it would only cause them more trouble if they got any closer to the girl.
On the other hand he couldn't help but feel grateful that the girl had been genuinely nice to his sister.
He just hoped that Rachel's kindness didn't cause more problems than they could handle.
They already had enough problems because of their dad.
'Are you fucking serious?!'
"I wish I wasn't but unfortunately I am." Rachel replied.
'That's so fucked up. Do you know who did it to her?'
"Not yet but I'm hoping she'll confide in me. So I can show them what happens when you mess with my friends."
'I can't believe a school would let that happen. The fact that she was locked in is enough to call the cops and you know how I feel about cops.'
"I know."
'Listen, if you need me to come..'
"No, I'm fine. It's not like it was done to me."
'I know but I'm just saying you know we will. All you have to do is say the word and we're there, Baby.'
"I know and if I need you guys I'll call but right now I'm still just doing homework. For now at least."
'Alright well, just keep us posted. Call any of us, I mean it. It doesn't matter day or night and I swear if someone even so much as looks at you funny, it's over.'
"I will and thank you. I love you and tell the others I love them too."
'I love you too, mija and I'll let them know.'
"Bye."
'Bye.'
Rachel disconnected the call with a heavy sigh.
She was so angry that she just needed to talk about it.
If she didn't, when Quinn came down she'd be full to the brim with tension.
She heard the foot falls on the stairs and turned to see a hesitant embarrassed blonde enter the living room.
"Hey." Rachel said.
"Hey." Quinn replied quietly with her head slightly bowed.
Quinn was nervous and felt so many emotions she couldn't pick just one.
"Are you thirsty or hungry?" Rachel asked.
"Umm.. No, thank you." Quinn stood in the same spot with her arms crossed over her stomach protectively.
"Listen, I know you may not want to talk about it but.."
"Your right, I don't." The blonde replied softly.
"Oh.. "
"I actually would just like to get home. My parents will be worried."
"We could call them if.."
"Please.." Quinn whispered cutting the brunette off with such a soft agony it made Rachel's eyes prick just a tad with a touch of wetness.
You could hear the quiver in Quinn's voice.
Rachel felt her stomach drop at the sound of the blonde's broken plea.
"Of course."
Rachel grabbed her jacket and keys escorting the blonde to her car.
She opened the door and Quinn slipped in.
The brunette sighed to herself as she rounded the car and got into the drivers seat.
Within minutes they were driving with the blonde giving directions.
Finally they pulled up to shady looking motel and Rachel furrowed her brow in confusion.
"Yes.." Quinn spoke up and Rachel's head turned to her about to speak but the blonde continued. "Yes, we live in a motel. Yes, we're practically poor but I don't need your pity. It is what it is and now that you know at what level Sam and I are. You can forget about being our friends. It isn't worth the trouble for you and especially for us. Thank you for everything, Rachel. I will return your clothes to you tomorrow privately and I will never forget your kindness." With that Quinn opened the car door exiting without allowing the brunette a word and trudged to the motel.
Rachel sat in her car watching the blonde make her way around the building to the rooms on the other side.
Rachel couldn't explain to you what exactly the blonde was causing to manifest within her because she's never actually cared about anyone else unless they were her family but this blonde..
This blonde was stirring so many thoughts, emotions and a certain need to swim through her veins.
It was causing her heart to thud manically in her chest with the need to throw the girl over her shoulder and run as far away with her as fast as possible to keep her safe.
The sight of the dingy motel alone was making her skin crawl.
There was a guy passed out with a beer bottle in a brown paper bag against as wall.
There were men lingering on the opposite side the blonde just walked towards.
In fact, the entire block looked like one of the worst neighborhoods in New York.
Rachel sighed to herself as she pulled off into the night.
There was nothing she could do.
Quinn unlocked the door feeling the weight of misery weighing her down.
As soon as she stepped through the door she gasped in worry.
Her mother was doing her best to clean off her brothers face.
"Sammy! Oh my god! What happened?!"
Sam hissed as her mother wiped the blood from his aching nose.
Judy's tears were never ending. When Sam came home she almost had a coronary.
"I'm fine, Q." Sam muffled out.
Quinn immediately rushed over to help. She noticed her mother's attire.
"You were called?"
"Yes, I'm actually late."
"Mom, you know he's going to be pissed." Quinn spoke in worry.
"I tried to tell her to go." Sam spoke up.
"I was not living you here alone. Especially, with the kids you could barely move!" Judy exclaimed. "I'll be fine. It isn't anything new. Your more important." Judy said with so much love and emotion in her tone both teens were hit with tears.
Quinn looked over at the bed and saw the worried kids and just knew they needed tending as well.
"Mom, it's ok go. I've got everything from here."
"Are you sure, Quinnie?"
"Yes, we don't need you hurt too when you don't have to be."
They all knew what she meant by that.
Judy leaned forward kissing her daughter on the forehead followed by Sam.
"I'm so sorry.." Judy whimpered. "I'm sorry I can't protect you."
"It's ok mom. We know you would if you could."
"I love you all so much."
"We love you too mom." They were in tears as Judy stood up kissing and hugging her children good night because she wouldn't be back until the morning.
After she left Quinn turned to Sam.
"Do you think you have a concussion?"
"Maybe."
"Movie night?"
"Movie night." Sam replied with a smile before hissing in pain when the split in his lip tore open again.
"Just give me a minute to get the kids fed, showered and to sleep. Try to stay awake if you feel yourself dosing off call me."
"Ok."
Quinn stood up to take care of the kids.
"Quinn?.." Sam called out.
"Hmm." Quinn said as she turned back to her brother.
"Are you ok. coach Beiste told me what happened."
Quinn face showed just how much she wasn't ok.
"Yes, I'm fine."
"Is that Rachel's?" Sam asked as he gestured to his sisters clothing.
"Yes, she let me shower and change at her house."
"That was cool of her.."
"Yeah, she is cool.." Quinn said with a sad smile.
Than the blonde turned back to the kids getting them fed, showered, into bed and ended it with a bed time story.
Than she shut the lights after getting the TV set sat next to Sam on the couch.
The two teens did their best to try and forget their respected days but how could they when the evidence was in their separate appearances.
Sam busted up and Quinn in clothing she'd never be able to afford in a life time.
Quinn's mind floated back to Rachel and how she literally saved her from a night of sleeping in a dumpster.
She had been dumpster dived before but they had never actually locked her in and she doesn't even know what she had done this time to piss them off but she knows she damn sure doesn't want a repeat offense.
Rachel stood in the shadows with a camera filming an exchange between two men.
One was tall towering over the other man.
She recognized the blading man as none other than Sandy Ryerson.
The two spoke low and close.
Sandy pulled something from his breast pocket and slipped it to the taller guy.
Rachel needed to be closer but couldn't find a closer spot.
Any closer and she'd be spotted. The brunette was frustrated with her position.
Also the fact that she couldn't get Quinn off her mind and she needed to focus.
She wanted to know who would be so cruel and sick as to lock the blonde in a dumpster after showering with big gulps.
She knew Quinn wouldn't tell her and that was ok.
She knew all she had to do was pay closer attention to the people the blonde interacted with.
Who intimated her and who watched her.
She knew she wasn't sent here to be anyone's hero but she couldn't help the feeling in her gut telling her the answers she needed could be found with or around the blonde.
She didn't care that Sam and Quinn said they couldn't be friends.
She was going to treat them as such on her end whether they treated her the same or not.
It was clear that they wanted to be friends but something was holding them back and Rachel just knew it was a lot more worse than what they were letting on.
