We might fall fast. We might fall hard (8/?) 1/2
Title: We might fall fast. We might fall hard (8/?)
Author: appleswithin
Rating: PG-13 (For swears)
Length: 6000+
Spoilers: Season One
Summary: How one slushy changed everything for Quinn and Rachel.
A/N: This is a mix of AU/canon (probably) UnBeta’d and utter fluff.
I don't own Glee and lots of other stuff mentioned in here.
A/N 2: Sorry for the delay. Life and a computer virus are to blame. But on the plus side, this chapter is longer than usual.
A/N 3: There’s some Finn bashing in this one, I’m not a fan of his.
Chapter Eight
“I can’t believe you two actually spent more than five minutes alone together without you committing homicide.” Quinn was sitting on Rachel’s bed, talking to Santana on the phone and searching through the internet for whatever took her fancy. Because she was on her own computer and she could do what she liked with it.
"Yeah, well. Put us in the right situation and we get along just fine.”
“That makes me worry. I think if you two ever work out your differences you could take over the world. And that would be very, very bad for everyone.”
"What the hell are you talking about Fabray?”
“That the two of you could be a very violent and talkative unstoppable force.”
Quinn heard the Latina huff. "Whatever. World domination aside, tell me the stress me and Stubbles went through was worth it. You like it there?”
“Don’t call her that. And yes, I do.”
"Good. I want to make a joke about lesbians and U-Hauls right now, but I’ll leave it til you’ve settled in.”
“That’s uncharacteristically considerate of you.”
"I know. I must be going soft or something. So are you bringing Berry to the mall later?”
“I am.”
"Urgh. Like I haven’t had to put up with her enough recently.”
“Tough luck Lopez. Me and B like her, so that makes you outnumbered my friend.”
“Stupid friendship democracy. Okay, I’m bored of talking to you now and B has just got out of the shower. Later Preggo.”
“Yeah.” The blonde said with a chuckle, closing her phone and throwing it onto the bed. She went back to giving her full attention to the computer, going in search of animals doing cute things, because she wanted to keep her happy high going with as much fluffiness as possible. She hadn’t stopped smiling since last night and her face had been aching for almost as long because of it. But she didn’t care though.
She hadn’t felt like she belonged anywhere in a long time. At Finn’s and Puck’s she was just a guest and she didn’t feel particularly welcomed in either. And in less than twenty four hours she felt more at home here than in the place she grew up. Last night as she looked through all the things she never thought she’d see again, she realized what kind of friends she had in Rachel and Santana.
Sneaky awesome ones.
A knock on the door disturbed her and she looked to see David standing in the doorway wearing a wide grin.
“Hey Kiddo, waiting for Rachel to get back?”
“Yeah.”
“So how are you settling in?” He asked sitting on the foot of the bed.
“Weirdly well actually. Thanks again for having me.”
“Quinn, you’ve already thanked us, you don’t need to say it everyday.”
“I know, but I really am grateful for this.”
“Well bake us a cake or something.”
“Dude that would be the worst thing I could do to repay you. Unless you like charred chocolate cake.”
“That’s my favourite of all the burnt baked goods.”
Quinn chuckled. “Mine too. So, just out of curiosity, how did Rachel manage to convince you to do this?”
“She can be pretty persuasive when she wants to be. She said to us ‘Dad, Daddy, I think Quinn should move in.’ and we thought about it for about two seconds and said ‘Sure’”
“Wow that is pretty persuasive; I hope she uses her powers for good. But seriously, it must’ve taken more than that, it’s not like you’ve just taken in a kitten. I am a heavily pregnant teenager.”
“One who needs a home and not just a basement to stay in. It wasn’t a difficult decision and I don’t want you to worry about it. Really Quinn. Plus it helps that you’re a sweet kid and we like you.”
“There’s something you should know.” The blonde sighed and bit her nail nervously. “I... I haven’t always been very kind to Rachel.”
“I know.” He smiled.
“You do?” She asked surprised.
“Yes. But your past relationship with Rachel is just that. The person I met last week isn’t cruel; she’s dorky, sweet and funny.”
“That’s very understanding of you.”
“Everyone deserves second chances Quinn.”
“I do plan on making it up to her you know, I don’t know how yet but I’m going to try.”
“You already have. You’ve become her friend; so many people don’t take their time to get to know her and see passed her nervous energy, because that’s mostly what it is.”
“Yeah, I’ve recently found that out.” Quinn gave him an unassuming smile. “But I’m pretty sure she’s crazy.”
“Oh yeah! She’s my daughter and I love her but, she’s nuts.” He tapped his index finger on his chin for a few seconds. “She gets it from Luke.”
“How have you coped all these years?” She asked with a laugh.
“Barely. But with you here now there’s a nice equal ratio of crazy to sane.”
“Now I see why you agreed to let me move in, you can’t fool me.”
“Hey, you can’t blame a guy for wanting another rational person in the house.”
Quinn gave him a blank stare then looked down at her bump. “Yeah, you definitely picked the right choice with a teenage girl full of baby and hormones.”
“Thanks.”
Both heads turned when they heard the front door open and the sound of Rachel bounding up the stairs.
“Is there any particular reason why everyone is congregating in here?” The brunette asked when she walked in, putting her bag down by her desk.
“Your bed is comfier than mine.”
Rachel quirked her eyebrow and smiled. “I know. It’s my bed.”
David stood up and exhaled loudly. “Well, I’m going to leave you girls do whatever it is that teenage girls do.”
“That would be pillow fights, putting on make up and talking about boys.” Quinn said with a smirk.
“That sounds... boring. Enjoy.” He nodded and walked out of the room, leaving the two alone.
Rachel took the spot on the bed David just vacated and gave Quinn’s bump a gentle rub for a moment. “Did Santana say that she was okay with me accompanying you to the mall?”
“You don’t need Santana’s permission. I asked you, it’s not up to her.”
“So is that your way of saying that she wasn’t happy about it?”
“Santana Lopez spends her life not being happy about things. I got her a Little Miss Grumpy T-shirt for Christmas last year, she shouted at me and threw it in my face. She failed to find the humour in the irony of her actions. The saying ‘Her bark is worse than her bite’ is very much applicable to her, so don’t take her attitude too personally.”
“I try not to.” The Diva said giving her a smile. “Well, I need to take a shower before lunch.”
“Okay.” As Rachel walked into her bathroom the blonde went back to her computer to watch some videos of sleepy baby sloths. Partly because sleepy baby sloths are one of the cutest damn things in the world, and partly so she could get her mind out of the gutter when it came to her friend being all wet and naked.
When Rachel was done in the shower she went straight to her closet and Quinn watched with amusement as the Diva rummaged through her clothes to find the perfect Mall Outfit. “Santana says you jimmied the lock to break into my parents.”
“She said no such thing, you just made that up.” The Diva turned to look at her with a smirk. “The only way you will ever find out what happened yesterday is on my death bed.”
“That is so not fair. You’ll live until you’re at least a hundred. You’re very stubborn like that.”
“You know me so well.”
“Yeah I do.” The blonde said getting off the bed to stand next to the other girl. “You really do have a lot of argyle. Standing here right in front of it is blowing my mind. Hey, where’s that owl sweater?”
“Why?”
“So I can bury it.”
“You are not burying my sweater. Why do you want to do that anyway?”
“Because its eyes follow me around the room.” Quinn said shifting her gaze from side to side. “It’s like it’s watching me.”
“I think you might be paranoid.”
“I think you might have an evil sweater.”
“I very much doubt that.”
“You would say that, you’re under its spell.” The blonde turned to face Rachel and grabbed her shoulders, shaking her gently. “Can’t you see you’re being controlled? I can help you escape.”
The Diva laughed. “By burying it?”
“It’s the only way.” Quinn nodded, letting go of Rachel and turning to the closet.
“I’d rather you just help me pick out some suitable attire for now. We’ll discuss the sweater exorcism some other time.”
“I’ll hold you to that.” The pregnant girl smiled and started going through the hangers, starting at the torso section of the wardrobe. She moved all the argyle to one side and focused on the short sleeved shirts, picking out a plain black one and handing it to the singer. As she was about to sift through the skirt and pants section something caught her eye. “Whoa, nice catsuit.” She said pulling the item of clothing out and holding against herself. “So here’s a question. Why do you have a catsuit?”
“Um, well. I pride myself on being fully prepared for anything that involves me showcasing my vocal talents. Though highly unlikely, I purchased the catsuit in case Principal Figgins ever agreed to let the school perform Grease. I think the role of Sandy would suit me quite well. Don’t you think?”
Quinn quirked an eyebrow and shook her head. “If by ‘suit the role’ you mean that you can sing and dance, sure. Otherwise no. Sandy Olsson is a dumbass who changed herself so that the bum-chinned idiot boy she liked would like her back. I don’t see you ever doing something so pathetic. This thing needs to be buried too.” She said waving the catsuit around.
“Because it’s evil?”
“No. It’s just fugly.”
“Yes, it is rather an obnoxious piece of clothing. I give you my full consent to destroy it.”
“Really? Awesome!” Quinn threw the item on the bed and went back to the closet. She had the top half of the mall outfit sorted, now she had to figure out what the bottom half should be. Rachel’s skirts weren’t too bad, some of them were even nice and she was clearly comfortable in them. One of Rachel’s best assets was her slim, toned, tanned legs. The blonde hesitated for a second and decided to bypass the skirts in favour of jeans, the last thing she needed was Charlie taking control while Santana was around. She’d never hear the end of it.
She pulled out a pair of stonewash jeans and white trainers and handed them to Rachel. “There. The perfect Mall Attire. I could totally be your personal dresser.” She said with a grin.
“I’m not sure I trust you with that. You seem to be under the impression that a lot of my clothes are possessed by evil spirits and need to be banished from this world.”
The blonde leaned down and whispered in Rachel’s ear. “Shh, they can hear you.” She straightened up and gave the smaller girl a wink. “Okay, get changed. We have to get going soon if we want to make it in time for Santana not to be pissed at us.” She cocked her head and frowned. “Less pissed.” She corrected.
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Quinn was eating a pretzel as they waited for Santana and Brittany, she seriously regretted the choice of picking out jeans for Rachel because it turned out, her ass was a pretty nice asset too. A piece of scrunched up paper hitting her on the head indicated that the two cheerleaders had arrived. That and the whoop from the Latina when her projectile landed on its intended target.
“Do you ever stop eating Fabray?” Santana asked as the two girls came to stand next to her and Rachel.
“I’m eating for two.” Quinn answered taking another bite.
“That’s your excuse Tubbers.”
“It’s not an excuse Lopez, it’s a reason.”
“So what do the three of you usually do while you’re here?” Rachel asked, putting a stop to the bickering.
“This is it.” Brittany said pointing at the other two girls. “San and Q usually argue about everything while we shop. We haven’t started shopping yet, but the arguing starts way before then anyway.” The tall blonde gave the Diva a smile. “It’s very calming.”
“What happens if they don’t argue?”
The tall blonde frowned. “That never happens.”
“Stop talking about us like we’re not here.” Santana snarled at Rachel.
“Don’t be such a meanie to Rachel S, she’s never been shopping with us before so try and behave.” Brittany said giving her friend a pointed look.
“I’ll try. We didn’t come here to stand around and talk, let’s go.”
The two cheerleaders linked pinkies and strode off, leaving Quinn and Rachel to follow behind. “Sometimes, I wonder why the hell I’m friends with her.” The blonde said as she took hold of the Diva’s hand. “She can be such a bitch.”
“She’s a cranky smart mouth who’s prone to excessive violence, and that may be a bad thing sometimes but only if you’re her enemy. If you’re lucky enough for her to consider you a friend then you basically have your own human Pit bull who is fiercely loyal and will protect you with all she has. You are one of the lucky few Quinn. Even though you argue regularly with each other, I think that it is the glue to your friendship. She isn’t particularly comfortable with expressing her feelings, and until recently neither were you. In an odd way that is how you show your affection for each other. Through mocking and sarcasm with the occasional heated word. It’s also very lucky you have Brittany too, because she seems to be the only grounding effect on her.” Rachel looked up at the blonde with a smile.
“Are you nervous Rach?”
“Why do you ask that?”
“Because you usually only talk a lot when you are.”
The brunette opened her mouth and then closed it with a sigh. “I am a little nervous yes. This is a new experience for me. I’ve never gone shopping with people who actually want me around. Please don’t tell Santana I compared her to a dog.”
Quinn laughed. “She’d probably like it. And you are right about her, all the reasons she irritates me are the reasons I love her too.”
“She does have a certain aggressive charm to her.”
“Hey!” They heard the Latina shout. “Pick up the pace. You’re like a couple of eighty year old women.”
“I’m not sure I’d call it charm.” Quinn said when Santana had stopped shouting at them.
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After an hour of clothes shopping they’d separated into two groups. Brittany and Rachel had gone off to an appliance store to pick something up for the taller blondes Mom, and Quinn and Santana went to the salad bar to order the food.
“You want Berry to be initiated don’t you?” The Latina asked once they’d sat down with their meals.
“Yes.” Quinn nodded.
“Damn it. I bet you’ve already asked B haven’t you?” The brunette asked folding her arms.
“Yes.”
“And of course she agreed. She thinks the Dwarf is good for you.”
“I think she’s right.”
“Yeah, me too I guess. You’re happier, which is a really weird look for you by the way. But that probably has a lot to do with how much time you spend staring at her ass.” Quinn snapped her head towards the other girl, but before she could say anything Santana continued. “Don’t bother denying it, because if you do that’ll make you a liar. And you know how much I hate liars.”
“Fine, yes, I look occasionally.”
“Hello there understatement.”
“I can’t help it; I have all these hormones flying around.”
“You can’t seriously blame the baby for making you gay for Berry. That is completely retarded.”
Quinn stayed quiet for a moment as she processed what her friend had just said. Yes, she looks at Rachel in a way that probably isn’t appropriate, but she must’ve looked at other people right? Except, she’d managed to keep sexual frustrations under control until about a week or so ago, and even then it was only one person that seemed to set it off. Shit. “Oh my God. I have a crush on Rachel!”
“Well, yeah. Duh.” Santana snorted, and then frowned. “Are you just realizing this?”
“Yeah!” The blonde said. Her voice raising a few octaves.
“Dumbass.” The brunette shook her head.
“Oh crap. I have a crush on Rachel.” She repeated, putting her head in her hands.
“It’s not that bad Q, calm down.”
“How is it not that bad?” Quinn moved her hands away and glared at the brunette. “I’ve just moved into her house, I’m going to be seeing her all the time. This is your fault! If you hadn’t said anything I would be completely oblivious to this. Now I’m going to be all weird around her and she’s going to get all paranoid and think I don’t like her.”
“But you do like her.”
“I know that!” Quinn shouted.
“Well don’t be weird, just let yourself be affectionate with her. She’ll probably like it.”
“Is that how you and Brittany started?”
“Yeah.” Santana shrugged. “Don’t screw this up Fabray. As truly annoying as she is, you need her in your life.”
“What if it becomes more than just a crush?”
Santana laughed mockingly. “This isn’t a ‘what if’ situation.”
“Fuck.”
“Just go with it Quinn, seriously. Let the love in. Embrace the love. Accept love into your heart.”
“You done?”
“Yeah, I can’t think of anymore.”
“Thank God. So, I should just go with it huh?”
“Yup. Just don’t go too far when you feel her up. Unless she asks you to.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. Are you okay with this?”
“Hell yeah! It gives me more ammo to mock you with.”
“Whoop-di-do.” The blonde said rolling her eyes.
“Look, your girlfriend’s on her way over here.”
“Do not say anything to her.” Quinn warned with a pointing finger.
Rachel came and sat next to her, while Brittany bypassed the table heading towards the bathroom, and Santana followed.
“So what did B get in the store?”
“She ordered a microwave to be delivered to her house.” Rachel told her as Quinn pushed the salad she got for her across the table, and the Diva gave her a wide smile, “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. How did it take you so long if all you were doing was ordering?”
“Brittany got distracted. There was a rubber duck in the window of some sort of toy store, but it was black and had crosses for eyes. Which as you know, is the universal sign of something being dead. She was quite upset.” The Diva said as she opened up the plastic container. “I find her obsession with waterfowl very strange.”
“Maybe. I find people who are obsessed with frogs strange. At least ducks are kinda cute.”
“I suppose.” The Diva said distractedly, and started to eat her salad.
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Author: appleswithin
Rating: PG-13 (For swears)
Length: 6000+
Spoilers: Season One
Summary: How one slushy changed everything for Quinn and Rachel.
A/N: This is a mix of AU/canon (probably) UnBeta’d and utter fluff.
I don't own Glee and lots of other stuff mentioned in here.
A/N 2: Sorry for the delay. Life and a computer virus are to blame. But on the plus side, this chapter is longer than usual.
A/N 3: There’s some Finn bashing in this one, I’m not a fan of his.
Chapter Eight
“I can’t believe you two actually spent more than five minutes alone together without you committing homicide.” Quinn was sitting on Rachel’s bed, talking to Santana on the phone and searching through the internet for whatever took her fancy. Because she was on her own computer and she could do what she liked with it.
"Yeah, well. Put us in the right situation and we get along just fine.”
“That makes me worry. I think if you two ever work out your differences you could take over the world. And that would be very, very bad for everyone.”
"What the hell are you talking about Fabray?”
“That the two of you could be a very violent and talkative unstoppable force.”
Quinn heard the Latina huff. "Whatever. World domination aside, tell me the stress me and Stubbles went through was worth it. You like it there?”
“Don’t call her that. And yes, I do.”
"Good. I want to make a joke about lesbians and U-Hauls right now, but I’ll leave it til you’ve settled in.”
“That’s uncharacteristically considerate of you.”
"I know. I must be going soft or something. So are you bringing Berry to the mall later?”
“I am.”
"Urgh. Like I haven’t had to put up with her enough recently.”
“Tough luck Lopez. Me and B like her, so that makes you outnumbered my friend.”
“Stupid friendship democracy. Okay, I’m bored of talking to you now and B has just got out of the shower. Later Preggo.”
“Yeah.” The blonde said with a chuckle, closing her phone and throwing it onto the bed. She went back to giving her full attention to the computer, going in search of animals doing cute things, because she wanted to keep her happy high going with as much fluffiness as possible. She hadn’t stopped smiling since last night and her face had been aching for almost as long because of it. But she didn’t care though.
She hadn’t felt like she belonged anywhere in a long time. At Finn’s and Puck’s she was just a guest and she didn’t feel particularly welcomed in either. And in less than twenty four hours she felt more at home here than in the place she grew up. Last night as she looked through all the things she never thought she’d see again, she realized what kind of friends she had in Rachel and Santana.
Sneaky awesome ones.
A knock on the door disturbed her and she looked to see David standing in the doorway wearing a wide grin.
“Hey Kiddo, waiting for Rachel to get back?”
“Yeah.”
“So how are you settling in?” He asked sitting on the foot of the bed.
“Weirdly well actually. Thanks again for having me.”
“Quinn, you’ve already thanked us, you don’t need to say it everyday.”
“I know, but I really am grateful for this.”
“Well bake us a cake or something.”
“Dude that would be the worst thing I could do to repay you. Unless you like charred chocolate cake.”
“That’s my favourite of all the burnt baked goods.”
Quinn chuckled. “Mine too. So, just out of curiosity, how did Rachel manage to convince you to do this?”
“She can be pretty persuasive when she wants to be. She said to us ‘Dad, Daddy, I think Quinn should move in.’ and we thought about it for about two seconds and said ‘Sure’”
“Wow that is pretty persuasive; I hope she uses her powers for good. But seriously, it must’ve taken more than that, it’s not like you’ve just taken in a kitten. I am a heavily pregnant teenager.”
“One who needs a home and not just a basement to stay in. It wasn’t a difficult decision and I don’t want you to worry about it. Really Quinn. Plus it helps that you’re a sweet kid and we like you.”
“There’s something you should know.” The blonde sighed and bit her nail nervously. “I... I haven’t always been very kind to Rachel.”
“I know.” He smiled.
“You do?” She asked surprised.
“Yes. But your past relationship with Rachel is just that. The person I met last week isn’t cruel; she’s dorky, sweet and funny.”
“That’s very understanding of you.”
“Everyone deserves second chances Quinn.”
“I do plan on making it up to her you know, I don’t know how yet but I’m going to try.”
“You already have. You’ve become her friend; so many people don’t take their time to get to know her and see passed her nervous energy, because that’s mostly what it is.”
“Yeah, I’ve recently found that out.” Quinn gave him an unassuming smile. “But I’m pretty sure she’s crazy.”
“Oh yeah! She’s my daughter and I love her but, she’s nuts.” He tapped his index finger on his chin for a few seconds. “She gets it from Luke.”
“How have you coped all these years?” She asked with a laugh.
“Barely. But with you here now there’s a nice equal ratio of crazy to sane.”
“Now I see why you agreed to let me move in, you can’t fool me.”
“Hey, you can’t blame a guy for wanting another rational person in the house.”
Quinn gave him a blank stare then looked down at her bump. “Yeah, you definitely picked the right choice with a teenage girl full of baby and hormones.”
“Thanks.”
Both heads turned when they heard the front door open and the sound of Rachel bounding up the stairs.
“Is there any particular reason why everyone is congregating in here?” The brunette asked when she walked in, putting her bag down by her desk.
“Your bed is comfier than mine.”
Rachel quirked her eyebrow and smiled. “I know. It’s my bed.”
David stood up and exhaled loudly. “Well, I’m going to leave you girls do whatever it is that teenage girls do.”
“That would be pillow fights, putting on make up and talking about boys.” Quinn said with a smirk.
“That sounds... boring. Enjoy.” He nodded and walked out of the room, leaving the two alone.
Rachel took the spot on the bed David just vacated and gave Quinn’s bump a gentle rub for a moment. “Did Santana say that she was okay with me accompanying you to the mall?”
“You don’t need Santana’s permission. I asked you, it’s not up to her.”
“So is that your way of saying that she wasn’t happy about it?”
“Santana Lopez spends her life not being happy about things. I got her a Little Miss Grumpy T-shirt for Christmas last year, she shouted at me and threw it in my face. She failed to find the humour in the irony of her actions. The saying ‘Her bark is worse than her bite’ is very much applicable to her, so don’t take her attitude too personally.”
“I try not to.” The Diva said giving her a smile. “Well, I need to take a shower before lunch.”
“Okay.” As Rachel walked into her bathroom the blonde went back to her computer to watch some videos of sleepy baby sloths. Partly because sleepy baby sloths are one of the cutest damn things in the world, and partly so she could get her mind out of the gutter when it came to her friend being all wet and naked.
When Rachel was done in the shower she went straight to her closet and Quinn watched with amusement as the Diva rummaged through her clothes to find the perfect Mall Outfit. “Santana says you jimmied the lock to break into my parents.”
“She said no such thing, you just made that up.” The Diva turned to look at her with a smirk. “The only way you will ever find out what happened yesterday is on my death bed.”
“That is so not fair. You’ll live until you’re at least a hundred. You’re very stubborn like that.”
“You know me so well.”
“Yeah I do.” The blonde said getting off the bed to stand next to the other girl. “You really do have a lot of argyle. Standing here right in front of it is blowing my mind. Hey, where’s that owl sweater?”
“Why?”
“So I can bury it.”
“You are not burying my sweater. Why do you want to do that anyway?”
“Because its eyes follow me around the room.” Quinn said shifting her gaze from side to side. “It’s like it’s watching me.”
“I think you might be paranoid.”
“I think you might have an evil sweater.”
“I very much doubt that.”
“You would say that, you’re under its spell.” The blonde turned to face Rachel and grabbed her shoulders, shaking her gently. “Can’t you see you’re being controlled? I can help you escape.”
The Diva laughed. “By burying it?”
“It’s the only way.” Quinn nodded, letting go of Rachel and turning to the closet.
“I’d rather you just help me pick out some suitable attire for now. We’ll discuss the sweater exorcism some other time.”
“I’ll hold you to that.” The pregnant girl smiled and started going through the hangers, starting at the torso section of the wardrobe. She moved all the argyle to one side and focused on the short sleeved shirts, picking out a plain black one and handing it to the singer. As she was about to sift through the skirt and pants section something caught her eye. “Whoa, nice catsuit.” She said pulling the item of clothing out and holding against herself. “So here’s a question. Why do you have a catsuit?”
“Um, well. I pride myself on being fully prepared for anything that involves me showcasing my vocal talents. Though highly unlikely, I purchased the catsuit in case Principal Figgins ever agreed to let the school perform Grease. I think the role of Sandy would suit me quite well. Don’t you think?”
Quinn quirked an eyebrow and shook her head. “If by ‘suit the role’ you mean that you can sing and dance, sure. Otherwise no. Sandy Olsson is a dumbass who changed herself so that the bum-chinned idiot boy she liked would like her back. I don’t see you ever doing something so pathetic. This thing needs to be buried too.” She said waving the catsuit around.
“Because it’s evil?”
“No. It’s just fugly.”
“Yes, it is rather an obnoxious piece of clothing. I give you my full consent to destroy it.”
“Really? Awesome!” Quinn threw the item on the bed and went back to the closet. She had the top half of the mall outfit sorted, now she had to figure out what the bottom half should be. Rachel’s skirts weren’t too bad, some of them were even nice and she was clearly comfortable in them. One of Rachel’s best assets was her slim, toned, tanned legs. The blonde hesitated for a second and decided to bypass the skirts in favour of jeans, the last thing she needed was Charlie taking control while Santana was around. She’d never hear the end of it.
She pulled out a pair of stonewash jeans and white trainers and handed them to Rachel. “There. The perfect Mall Attire. I could totally be your personal dresser.” She said with a grin.
“I’m not sure I trust you with that. You seem to be under the impression that a lot of my clothes are possessed by evil spirits and need to be banished from this world.”
The blonde leaned down and whispered in Rachel’s ear. “Shh, they can hear you.” She straightened up and gave the smaller girl a wink. “Okay, get changed. We have to get going soon if we want to make it in time for Santana not to be pissed at us.” She cocked her head and frowned. “Less pissed.” She corrected.
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Quinn was eating a pretzel as they waited for Santana and Brittany, she seriously regretted the choice of picking out jeans for Rachel because it turned out, her ass was a pretty nice asset too. A piece of scrunched up paper hitting her on the head indicated that the two cheerleaders had arrived. That and the whoop from the Latina when her projectile landed on its intended target.
“Do you ever stop eating Fabray?” Santana asked as the two girls came to stand next to her and Rachel.
“I’m eating for two.” Quinn answered taking another bite.
“That’s your excuse Tubbers.”
“It’s not an excuse Lopez, it’s a reason.”
“So what do the three of you usually do while you’re here?” Rachel asked, putting a stop to the bickering.
“This is it.” Brittany said pointing at the other two girls. “San and Q usually argue about everything while we shop. We haven’t started shopping yet, but the arguing starts way before then anyway.” The tall blonde gave the Diva a smile. “It’s very calming.”
“What happens if they don’t argue?”
The tall blonde frowned. “That never happens.”
“Stop talking about us like we’re not here.” Santana snarled at Rachel.
“Don’t be such a meanie to Rachel S, she’s never been shopping with us before so try and behave.” Brittany said giving her friend a pointed look.
“I’ll try. We didn’t come here to stand around and talk, let’s go.”
The two cheerleaders linked pinkies and strode off, leaving Quinn and Rachel to follow behind. “Sometimes, I wonder why the hell I’m friends with her.” The blonde said as she took hold of the Diva’s hand. “She can be such a bitch.”
“She’s a cranky smart mouth who’s prone to excessive violence, and that may be a bad thing sometimes but only if you’re her enemy. If you’re lucky enough for her to consider you a friend then you basically have your own human Pit bull who is fiercely loyal and will protect you with all she has. You are one of the lucky few Quinn. Even though you argue regularly with each other, I think that it is the glue to your friendship. She isn’t particularly comfortable with expressing her feelings, and until recently neither were you. In an odd way that is how you show your affection for each other. Through mocking and sarcasm with the occasional heated word. It’s also very lucky you have Brittany too, because she seems to be the only grounding effect on her.” Rachel looked up at the blonde with a smile.
“Are you nervous Rach?”
“Why do you ask that?”
“Because you usually only talk a lot when you are.”
The brunette opened her mouth and then closed it with a sigh. “I am a little nervous yes. This is a new experience for me. I’ve never gone shopping with people who actually want me around. Please don’t tell Santana I compared her to a dog.”
Quinn laughed. “She’d probably like it. And you are right about her, all the reasons she irritates me are the reasons I love her too.”
“She does have a certain aggressive charm to her.”
“Hey!” They heard the Latina shout. “Pick up the pace. You’re like a couple of eighty year old women.”
“I’m not sure I’d call it charm.” Quinn said when Santana had stopped shouting at them.
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After an hour of clothes shopping they’d separated into two groups. Brittany and Rachel had gone off to an appliance store to pick something up for the taller blondes Mom, and Quinn and Santana went to the salad bar to order the food.
“You want Berry to be initiated don’t you?” The Latina asked once they’d sat down with their meals.
“Yes.” Quinn nodded.
“Damn it. I bet you’ve already asked B haven’t you?” The brunette asked folding her arms.
“Yes.”
“And of course she agreed. She thinks the Dwarf is good for you.”
“I think she’s right.”
“Yeah, me too I guess. You’re happier, which is a really weird look for you by the way. But that probably has a lot to do with how much time you spend staring at her ass.” Quinn snapped her head towards the other girl, but before she could say anything Santana continued. “Don’t bother denying it, because if you do that’ll make you a liar. And you know how much I hate liars.”
“Fine, yes, I look occasionally.”
“Hello there understatement.”
“I can’t help it; I have all these hormones flying around.”
“You can’t seriously blame the baby for making you gay for Berry. That is completely retarded.”
Quinn stayed quiet for a moment as she processed what her friend had just said. Yes, she looks at Rachel in a way that probably isn’t appropriate, but she must’ve looked at other people right? Except, she’d managed to keep sexual frustrations under control until about a week or so ago, and even then it was only one person that seemed to set it off. Shit. “Oh my God. I have a crush on Rachel!”
“Well, yeah. Duh.” Santana snorted, and then frowned. “Are you just realizing this?”
“Yeah!” The blonde said. Her voice raising a few octaves.
“Dumbass.” The brunette shook her head.
“Oh crap. I have a crush on Rachel.” She repeated, putting her head in her hands.
“It’s not that bad Q, calm down.”
“How is it not that bad?” Quinn moved her hands away and glared at the brunette. “I’ve just moved into her house, I’m going to be seeing her all the time. This is your fault! If you hadn’t said anything I would be completely oblivious to this. Now I’m going to be all weird around her and she’s going to get all paranoid and think I don’t like her.”
“But you do like her.”
“I know that!” Quinn shouted.
“Well don’t be weird, just let yourself be affectionate with her. She’ll probably like it.”
“Is that how you and Brittany started?”
“Yeah.” Santana shrugged. “Don’t screw this up Fabray. As truly annoying as she is, you need her in your life.”
“What if it becomes more than just a crush?”
Santana laughed mockingly. “This isn’t a ‘what if’ situation.”
“Fuck.”
“Just go with it Quinn, seriously. Let the love in. Embrace the love. Accept love into your heart.”
“You done?”
“Yeah, I can’t think of anymore.”
“Thank God. So, I should just go with it huh?”
“Yup. Just don’t go too far when you feel her up. Unless she asks you to.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. Are you okay with this?”
“Hell yeah! It gives me more ammo to mock you with.”
“Whoop-di-do.” The blonde said rolling her eyes.
“Look, your girlfriend’s on her way over here.”
“Do not say anything to her.” Quinn warned with a pointing finger.
Rachel came and sat next to her, while Brittany bypassed the table heading towards the bathroom, and Santana followed.
“So what did B get in the store?”
“She ordered a microwave to be delivered to her house.” Rachel told her as Quinn pushed the salad she got for her across the table, and the Diva gave her a wide smile, “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. How did it take you so long if all you were doing was ordering?”
“Brittany got distracted. There was a rubber duck in the window of some sort of toy store, but it was black and had crosses for eyes. Which as you know, is the universal sign of something being dead. She was quite upset.” The Diva said as she opened up the plastic container. “I find her obsession with waterfowl very strange.”
“Maybe. I find people who are obsessed with frogs strange. At least ducks are kinda cute.”
“I suppose.” The Diva said distractedly, and started to eat her salad.
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