We might fall fast. We might fall hard (8/?) 2/2
Once the four girls had eaten, Santana led them to the large ball pit in the fast food place on the outskirts of the mall and if Quinn didn’t know better, she’d think that the Latina was actually excited for what was about to happen. The three friends all had to go through the initiation, it wasn’t dangerous and now as sixteen year olds it was pretty lame, but they had all decided when they were thirteen that if they were to let anyone else into their group that the potential new member had to go through the initiation. Now, three years later, they were finally about to let a fourth in. Santana was very picky.
The restaurant was full from the lunch time rush, and Quinn had to laugh at Rachel’s look of utter horror when they walked in. The Diva’s distaste of all fast food joints had been mentioned many, many times. Santana walked straight up to the pit and whispered something to the handful of kids who scrambled out quickly, and ran crying to their parents. The dark haired cheerleader turned to face her comrades with a triumphant smirk. “Okay Berry. It’s time.”
“Time? Time for what?” Rachel looked up at the blonde with a concerned expression.
“Well. We have, collectively,” Quinn narrowed her eyes in the direction of Santana. “decided to invite you into our, uh…” The blonde scrunched up her face as she tried to best describe their friendship.
“Coven?” Brittany suggested.
“No B, that’s not the right word.”
“I don’t know.” Santana chuckled. “Some people might say that’s exactly the right word for us. I like it; I think that’s what we should call ourselves from now on.”
“You want me to join your coven? You don’t actually practice witchcraft do you? Because I’m not sure I have the disposition for that kind of religion.”
“No Rach, ignore Santana. We just want to join our cheery little gang officially.”
“Okay.” The Diva sounded uncertain. “So what do I have to do?”
“You have to cross the rainbow river.” Brittany told her with a confident smile.
“Huh?”
“Walk through the ball pit Berry. If you can that is, you are unnaturally tiny so might have to swim through it.”
“What?! I’m not going in there! Do you know what kind of disgusting organisms that thing probably has? I can almost guarantee children have soiled themselves whilst playing inside it.”
“Hmm.” Santana walked up to the Diva and pulled her away from Quinn’s general area, and the pregnant girl frowned. She couldn’t hear what the Latina was saying, and Rachel glanced in her direction occasionally looking absolutely petrified, and then she nodded.
The two brunettes walked back, one looking pleased with herself while the other looking like she was about to throw up. Rachel walked up to the edge of the pit and took several deep breaths. “I’m not taking my shoes off. I don’t even want to think about what lies at the bottom of this.”
“You don’t have to take your shoes off Berry, so just do it.”
“What did you just say? Did you threaten her?” Quinn asked as the three girls walked around the pit and watched as Rachel got up onto the stool and sat on the side. “Because, if something happens, the police know where you live.”
“Shut up and watch the show.”
The Diva gave them a dejected look as she jumped in and squealed the moment her feet hit the bottom. Quinn just about managed to keep her laughter under control, but it was difficult and there were two reasons why she didn’t just let her amusement run free. The first being that although friends do find stuff like this funny, it doesn’t do well when said friendship is only a week old and before friendship happened you ridiculed and insulted the now new friend. The second reason was that Rachel, being the drama queen she is, could possibly be on the verge of hysterics when she got out of the pit and the part of Quinn’s brain that she had now named and basically given a personality of its own to, was more than happy to offer a little comfort to the Diva, without it becoming sexual harassment of course.
It took ten seconds for Rachel to make it across, and every second she expressed her dislike of the situation very vocally. When she got out on the other side Santana stepped forward. “You made it across. Well done Princess.”
“Thank you,” The Diva chuckled. “What do we do now?”
“We get to leave before the rent-a-cops come and ask for our names.”
“I’m sure they already have yours.” Rachel smirked as Brittany grabbed her hand and walked quickly out of the restaurant.
The pregnant girl gave Santana an inquiring look as they walked at a slower pace behind their friends. “Princess? That’s a new one. I don’t get it.”
“You don’t have to. Wanna go see a movie?”
“Nah. I’m tired; I just want to go back to Rachel’s.”
“Think she’ll let me and B come to?”
“As long as you behave.” The blonde grinned.
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Quinn and Rachel were sharing Divine Snugglebottom and Lucas and Brittany were settled on the couch trying to watch a movie. However all they could hear was Santana and David arguing from the kitchen.
“Buffy!” That was the Latina.
“Angel.” And that was Rachel’s Dad.
“How? How can you say Angel is a superior show to Buffy? It’s just wrong!”
The four girls had arrived at the Berry home an hour ago, and for forty five minutes of that the two of them had been arguing about the same thing. Quinn could tell that they were thoroughly enjoying this, Santana loved a good argument and it looked like David did too. But, arguing about a T.V show and its spin off for three quarters of an hour had definitely run its course, because now they were just yelling that the other was wrong.
“Next thing you’ll be saying is Torchwood is better than Doctor Who.”
“It is.”
“The sacrilege.” The horrified Latina shouted.
Quinn rolled her eyes and attempted to pay attention to the film, but Rachel had changed into a skirt after she had taken another shower as soon as she got home because she felt unclean from the initiation. The singer’s legs were currently squashed up against hers and it was distracting.
One slushy had put into motion a chain of events that had completely opened up her way of thinking, her way of seeing things, and apparently her own sexuality. That damn beverage had a lot to answer for. And maybe she needed time to figure this out. What it means for their relationship, whether or not she should be open with Rachel about her infatuation, or wait, if Santana was right about it, until her feelings become more. But all of these thoughts had to be postponed until she went to bed and could think alone. For now she was going to continue watch Finding Nemo.
And Rachel’s legs.
“Oh my gosh!” The Diva blurted.
“What?” Quinn prayed she hadn’t been caught ogling.
“I forgot about the Glee assignment. I haven’t even started it.”
“Rachel Berry forgot about Glee? The world is going to end!”
“Shh. Me and Mr. Berry are watching a movie.” Brittany whispered angrily.
The pregnant girl frowned at the cheerleader. “Sorry.” She turned back to Rachel and shrugged. “Wanna go up to your room, and we can do it together?” Okay. So Charlie was still in control of the double entendre part of her brain.
“That’s an excellent idea.” Rachel jumped in the chair excitedly and immediately stilled when she was shushed by the tall blonde. “Sorry.”
As the two girls walked upstairs they heard Brittany and Lucas both chant, “Sharkbait. Ooh ha ha.” And from the kitchen, Santana and David were having a heated conversation about which CSI was the best.
“I love your dads, they’re awesome.” Quinn said as she sat on Rachel’s bed, taking one of the stuffed toys from the headboard.
“Yes, I am aware.” The brunette picked up her IPod and sat next to her, scrolling through her playlists. “Do you have any idea which song you’d like to do? What are you thankful for?”
“Bladder control.”
“I’m not sure if there’s a song that can do that particular subject justice. Anything else?”
“Comfortable shoes, tissues, thermos flasks and bacon.”
Rachel stopped looking through her songs and quirked an eyebrow at the blonde. “I’m sure Mr. Schuester didn’t have items that keep hot things hot and cold things cold in mind when he chose this assignment. You’re being glib.”
“True, but I’m very good at it.”
“Yes you are. If it were an Olympic sport you’d have the gold.”
“I’m going to take that as a compliment.”
Rachel laughed. “Is there any other way to take it?”
“Nope. What about you? What will your song be about?”
“I’m thankful for a lot of things. My dads, you, Glee club, my health, my voice. But I really don’t know what I’d like to sing about. There are still a couple of days to work on it, I’ll think of something.”
“Well, this has been productive.” The blonde sighed falling back onto the bed. “Pass me one of those earphones, we’ll listen to some music and see if we get inspired.”
“Okay.” Rachel handed her a bud and lay back next to her.
Quinn closed her eyes and listened to the song playing, it was slow, haunting, and possibly Japanese. And like many of the songs Rachel had on her IPod, she had never heard it before. She didn’t need any inspiration, she had known exactly which song she was going to perform since Thursday. She just wanted to spend some alone time with the Diva. Realistically she knew now that she was living here that was going to happen anyway, but with her new feelings simmering on the surface she felt like she needed to see how it felt just being there, in the silence. They were lying close to each other, hands and shoulders touching, it was comfortable and exhilarating at the same time.
She’d never felt like this with Finn or Puck, and thinking about it, maybe it made sense. She knew that they were both very good looking boys, but she was only with Finn because as head cheerleader it was usually the expected thing to do to be with the football captain and Puck was a mistake of her own insecurities. So as confusing and complicated as her feelings for Rachel were, she felt like they were the right ones. Now all she had to do was figure out if she had a chance, and if she did then Jesse was her competition.
When something soft hit her in the face, she opened her eyes to see Santana smirking at her. “Stop throwing things at my head.” She scowled.
“It’s not like I’m hurling bricks at you. What kind of damage is a stuffed lamb going to do?”
“It’s not about the damage, it’s irritating.”
“I don’t really care.” The Latina answered taking a seat on the bed.
“So, Santana.” Rachel interrupted. “Have you and Dad finished your discussions?”
“Not a chance, we decided to call it quits for the day, and now you’re one of us I can come over and finish it off another time. Regardless of his preference to spin offs, he’s totally cool.”
The Diva and Quinn exchanged a look and smiled at each other. “So I’ve been told.”
“You know who he reminds me of? A nerdy Morpheus. How are you even spawned from him? It’s mind boggling.”
Brittany entered the room; red eyed, blowing her nose and plopped down next to Santana. “I love that movie. It always makes me happy when Nemo finds his dad.” The tall blonde gave the girl next to her a smile when the dark haired cheerleader started stroking her hair. “Rachel’s dads have asked if we want to stay for pizza San.”
“Sounds good, if it’s okay with you half pint.”
“Of course.”
The four of them stayed in Rachel’s room, listening to music, laughing and talking about the Glee assignment for the next two hours. When Lucas called up to ask what everyone wanted for toppings, Quinn was the one who was sent down with the order. She walked into the kitchen and handed over the list to the smaller man, who went into the hallway to use the phone. David was sitting at the table going through some files and he looked up at her with a smile.
“You girls sound like you’re having fun up there.”
“Sorry. Are we disturbing you?”
“Lord no. It’s the first time I’ve ever heard that sound coming from my daughter’s room. I never thought the screech of hysterical teenage girls would make me happy. What’s so funny anyway? Or don’t I want to know.”
“The boys from Glee have this thing going on where they kind of hijack one of the other Gleeks facebook and write something on their status update, usually disgusting and something their mothers wouldn’t like. It’s all very juvenile, but highly entertaining for the rest of us.”
“I can tell.” He nodded and leaned back in his chair. “I have to say, I was surprised that I like Santana, I didn’t get a chance to talk to her yesterday, and after all that Rachel has told me about her in the past I was expecting something else. I should’ve known better. You pick your friends wisely young Grasshopper.”
“That I do.” She chuckled. “I can’t say that they’re friends now, but they seem to have bonded over yesterdays escapades and that’s enough for Santana to have Rachel’s back.”
“Rachel will always be our baby and we can’t always protect her. I’m glad she has the three of you now. It’s quite a weight of our shoulders. You see, there is nothing you need to make up for.”
“I appreciate you saying that, but I won’t stop trying.”
“Good answer. Okay, you should get back upstairs now.” He said as he went back to his papers. “Pizza will probably be about half hour.”
Quinn walked back into the bedroom and got back onto the bed next to Rachel. Brittany was playing with the lamb and the frog while Santana was on the other side of the Diva with the laptop.
“Apparently,” The Latina said leaning forward to look at the blonde. “Finn and JewFro are now ‘in a relationship’ Ten bucks says that was Mike’s handy work.”
“Aww, I leave the room for five minutes and he broke up with Karofsky. That was a love of the ages.”
Santana snorted. “It was destined to be doomed, like Romeo and Juliet. We can only hope they kill themselves.”
“Santana!” Rachel scolded.
“Don’t ‘Santana’ me. None of those guys have been particularly nice to you.”
“Finn has.”
“Yeah, when he wants something from you. Let’s face it Berry, Finn Fucking Hudson is a selfish son of a bitch, and some people confuse his stupidity with sweetness. What was his reason for breaking up with you again?”
“He wanted to explore his inner rock star.” The Diva mumbled. Quinn wanted to smack Santana for upsetting Rachel, but she also wanted to see where this was going.
“Yeah. Selfish. Finn couldn’t be ‘Rock star’ if he tried. He’s not only one of the most boring people on the face of the planet, and that by the way includes his so-called leading man quality, but he’s cruel and vindictive, or as close to vindictive as someone with the IQ of a Poodle can get. Which is an insult to Poodles everywhere. And like an idiot you followed him around, hanging on his every, tedious, monosyllabic word. And I’m not saying this to insult you Rachel, I’m saying this because you deserve better than him. You deserve better than Jesse too. And hopefully one day you’ll see that there is someone out there who won’t treat you like a piece of shit on their boot that they can’t quite scrape off. Someone who actually likes you for who you are.”
Everyone stayed in stunned silence for a moment, and Brittany was the first to speak. “Wow S. That’s the most amount of words you’ve ever said in one go.” She furrowed her brow. “I didn’t understand some of them, but it sounded epic.”
“Thank you Santana.” The singer smiled.
“Don’t thank me. I didn’t say it to make you feel good; I said it because I take every opportunity in life to insult Finn.”
The pregnant girl took hold of Rachel’s hand. She was feeling pretty smug. The Latina had basically told everyone she actually gives a damn about the singer, and said that no boy was good enough for her. Quinn had never though that hard about the tall boy before, she knew he irritated her but didn’t know why, Santana’s explanation seemed to fit perfectly, and maybe, hopefully, Rachel would take all of it on board.
The next twenty minutes was spent playing online games until the doorbell went indicating food had arrived, and once they were all seated around the kitchen table, the conversations started to flow. Quinn could feel the energy in the room, it was alive, it was that feeling that everything fitted together perfectly. These five people were all she needed, and she’d just realized it, the final piece of the puzzle had been set in place and the picture was finally complete.
She looked over to Rachel who was smiling at her, not her fake smile that she used on so many other people, but the smile that she’d only seen the Diva give her.
And at the moment Quinn knew that she was going to fall for this girl, and she was going to fall hard.