We Might Fall Fast. We Might Fall Hard (17/?)
Title: We might fall fast. We might fall hard (17/?)
Author: appleswithin
Rating: PG-13 (For swears)
Spoilers: None. Set in Season One
Summary: How one slushy changed everything for Quinn and Rachel.
I don’t own Glee, and other things I reference in here.
Chaper 17
The blood curdling scream that filled the entire house made both Quinn, and Rachel shoot upright in bed. Quinn felt her heart pound with panic at hearing Santana's obvious terror and Rachel grabbed hold of her hand. However, it soon became apparent when she heard the very long stream of swear words directed towards the older Lopez sister that the doll heads had been found.
She relaxed, and collapsed back down on the bed.
"Shouldn't we go and see what's wrong?" Rachel asked; her eyes were wide with concern.
"Nothing's wrong." The blonde replied, and grabbed the back of the singers' top, pulling her back down. "Santana found the decapitated heads is all."
"Not real ones though? Right?" Sometimes the blonde wondered exactly what went on in her friends' head, for her to even need to ask the question.
She put her arm around the smaller girl, and brought her close. "No, not real ones, just doll heads."
"That's a relief." Rachel sighed, and squeezed the pregnant girl tightly. "I'm feeling slightly nauseous."
"Don't you dare be sick on me!" The blonde chided playfully.
"I never would." The Diva laughed, and nuzzled herself up against her friends' neck.
Quinn tensed for a moment before she became wholly relaxed with their position. This is definitely going to be a thing from now on. She thought. Having the sensation of Rachel's breath on her neck was so very… Intimate. She closed her eyes, and linked her fingers with the hand that was draped over her middle.
It was such a cliché, but Quinn never could've known happiness like this existed, and it made her want to shout it from the rooftop. She wasn't going to though. Well, probably not anyway.
There was the distinct sound of stomping from the next room that then led out into the hall, and with a heavy swing, the door crashed open. Quinn looked up to see Santana holding up a doll head ready to throw. "She's downstairs Lopez."
There were several angry grunts in reply, and the door was slammed shut.
"Uh-oh!" Rachel chuckled, "Somebody is a little bit annoyed."
"I think that sums it up pretty well. Just have to wait for the incoherent shouting start." The blonde started counting, and got up to six. "-And there it is!"
The brunette laughed again, causing yet another shiver to the pregnant girl. "I can't even tell what she's saying."
They both listened to the tirade of angry noises, only catching the word 'Bitch' before the hysterical laughter from the older sister started. "I really hope that neither one of them has some sort of underlying heart defect. The crap they pull on each other gets worse and worse."
"Why decapitated dolls heads?"
"Santana had a dream once about it, or something. I can't really remember." She felt Rachel shift slightly, and looked down to see her concentrating on a spot on the wall. "You alright? You know where the bathroom is if you're going to throw up."
"No, it's not that. I just remembered the dreams I had last night."
"Oh? Were they good?"
"One of them was very nice, but the other one involved Santana, Brittany and myself having a shoot out with the mafia in the choir room, which was actually a train car, and we were protecting you and Baby, and then Noah ducked under the bullets that were flying around, because it was time for him to go home."
"Huh. That was odd. I wonder what it could mean?"
"I shouldn't think there was any deeper meaning to it. Only that you have friends who want to protect you, and Noah likes to go home on time."
Quinn laughed. "Yeah. Probably. We do know that both of those things are true. I dreamt that I gave birth to five bees the size of footballs."
"Aw, bees are cute."
"Not giant ones." The blonde answered, resting her cheek on the top of the singers head. "What was your nice one then?"
"Hmm?"
"You said you had a nice dream too."
"Oh, yes, well, I don't really remember that much about it. Only that it was nice."
"You are such a fibber Rachel Berry."
"No I'm not!" The Diva answered petulantly.
Quinn felt disappointed, but she couldn't make her friend tell her. It was just a stupid dream anyway, not important at all. And yet… "Okay, if you don't want to tell me."
"It's not that I don't want to tell you!" Rachel said as she pushed herself up onto her elbow. "I- You-." She let out a frustrated sigh, and then gave the blonde a small smile. "I don't know how it might sound to you, that's all."
This got Quinn's attention. "Try me."
The brunette held her gaze for several silent seconds, before she lay back down. "There was a white cottage, and I was making bread, and you were baking a cake. When I looked out of the window, there was a huge garden, with lots of flowers and an oak tree, and on the tree was a swing that Dad and Daddy were pushing Baby on, but they didn't call her that, they called Lily. Then you stood next to me watching what was going on outside, and you hugged me. Some other things happened that are a bit hazy, and then Aunt Santana and Aunt Brittany came over and shot Nerf guns at my Dad's. Everyone was happy."
"I don't know why that was so hard to tell me." The blonde whispered with a smile on her face. "That sounded perfect."
"It was." Rachel squeezed her gently again, and the rolled onto her back. "I think I need more sleep." She announced as she rubbed her temples.
"Okay." Quinn said as she threw the blanket off herself. "I'm going to see what I can eat." She leaned over to the singer and consciously kissed her on the cheek that was as near to those full lips as she was brave enough to venture close to. "Sweet dreams."
Rachel beamed at her affectionately. "Thank you. And try and eat something healthy." She added with a pointing finger.
"Is cold pizza healthy?"
"No."
"Oh well." The pregnant girl shrugged, and stood up. "I shall see you soon." And she winked before leaving the room.
There wasn't much Quinn thought about as she walked downstairs, only utter joy. There was a small voice inside of her that told her she was getting her hopes up; that she was turning everything Rachel had said into something she wanted it to be. But she beat that little voice with a club, and told it to shut the hell up.
She heard Izzy's voice, and she realized the woman was standing by the front door, holding it open, and talking to the cat.
"You see." The older Lopez sister said, waving her arm. "It's raining this side of the house too. I really don't know why you expected the weather to be different here than from the back door. You would think after all these years you would know this. Oh, don't look at me like that; it's not my fault it's raining."
"Just nudge him out with your foot." Quinn said, and Izzy frowned deeply.
"I'm not doing that! He's old, and wobbly." The cat stayed in the doorway, still indecisive. "I'll just leave it open. He'll go when he's mentally prepared himself."
"He's not a person you know." The blonde told the woman as she bent down and gave the moggy a pet. "Isn't that right, Mr. Grumpyton."
"That's not his name. Why is it that you look so particularly… self satisfied right now? You couldn't have had more than five hours sleep."
"No reason." She grinned.
"Oh God, this is a Rachel thing isn't it? I don't want to know."
"I wasn't planning on telling you. Is that pizza still around?"
"On top of the fridge." Izzy pointed to the kitchen. "I got you a large one of your usual."
"Thanks." She said, and left the woman standing by the door.
Quinn thought about Rachel's dream as she grabbed her breakfast. The other girl said that everyone was happy, that they were a family. As she took her first bite, she decided that she should have the talk with the Berry's that she'd been putting off, and as soon as possible.
"You've got tomato sauce on your chin." Izzy told her as she took a slice of Quinn's pizza, before the blonde could stop her.
Quinn wiped a hand over her chin and smiled. "Did I get it?"
"You did."
As the woman turned away from her, she saw a red mark oh her forehead. "What happened to your head?"
Izzy went to look at herself in the metal of the oven. "Ah. Yeah. That's from when Ana hurled the heads at me. It's the fake blood. It turns out, that it isn't that easy to wash off. That's quite the design flaw." She said as she turned back to face the blonde, and then opened up the laptop on the counter. "You promised we could look at more photos.
"Right now?" Quinn asked, and walked over to get the ketchup.
"Ana went back to bed, and I don't know when everyone else will be up." The woman stuck out her bottom lip. "Please!"
"Uch. Fine. But don't try and stop me eating my food." She huffed.
"Trying to stop you eating, would be as dangerous as trying to take an antelope from a lion."
"I think I resent that!"
"Fair enough. It is however, very accurate."
Quinn growled as she grabbed the computer and brought up the album she'd put on there a few hours before, then she pushed it back over to Izzy. "Start looking."
The older Lopez sister rolled her eyes and began clicking.
The pregnant girl let her get on with it, and carried on eating her food while she waited for the woman to find a picture that interested her. She knew it could take a while, as there were quite a few of everyone else's to get through.
As she waited, she thought.
Almost three weeks. That's how long it had been. Almost three weeks since Rachel Berry had become her unexpected white knight. And in that time, so much had happened. It wasn't the first time she'd thought about all the things that she and her friends had been through, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. It was just that it truly amazed her when she did think about it. In nineteen days she had gone from barely standing to be in the same room as Rachel, to loving her, and wondering what kind of wedding they'll have. Would it be white? Would it be simple or extravagant? Would it be here, or New York? Maybe even somewhere warm, like Hawaii. Would Santana get so drunk she starts hurling abuse at almost all of the guests? These were questions that she'd asked herself.
She heard Izzy laugh, and when she looked over to the laptop, she laughed too. "That would be the first of many moments last night, when three of us thought we were going to jail. Brittany was just having a good time."
"Is this outside the school?"
Quinn nodded. "We were waiting for the security guy to walk by, and B pulled out her phone, and it has an automatic flash."
"The three of you do have a certain 'Deer caught in headlights' look about you. And everyone is here in my house, so I have to guess that you didn't get caught."
"Obviously. Although I don't know how we didn't get caught. Do you know what's less inconspicuous than one heavily pregnant- and three drunk high school students breaking into a school?" The blonde looked at Izzy expectantly, but didn't give the woman a chance to answer. "I'll tell you. Three drunk high school students singing the theme tune to 'Kim Possible' breaking into a school, while the heavily pregnant one freaks out."
"You learn something new everyday."
__________
"Oh my God! You live so far away from school, Santana." Rachel groaned as they walked along the road.
"No I don't. You've just been zigzagging this entire time. It's taking us twice as long. And you walked into that mailbox."
"And you said sorry to it." Brittany laughed.
"And." The taller brunette held her finger up as she had another thought. "You made us go to the ATM because you decided you wanted to give my sister money for the pizza. And when you got the cash, you just had to say thank you to the 'Magic Money Machine'."
"I was only being polite." The singer gave her friend a baffled look.
"It's a machine; it doesn't care about common courtesy. It's also not magic."
"Might be. You don't know." The Diva answered irritably then started to veer off to the left, and Brittany ran after her, pulling her back on track.
"The world really is screwed." Quinn said to Santana after the taller blonde had got Rachel singing 'You Spin Me Round'
"Why?"
"Because the two of you worked out your differences. World domination is not long now."
"Ah, that's right. You know, at the time, I really didn't think it was going to happen, so didn't take you seriously."
"And now?"
"Yeah, me and Rach," The girl wagged her finger back and forth between where the Diva was walking, and herself. "Totally taking over the world."
"Like Pinky and the Brain."
"Except, we'll succeed."
"I don't doubt that for a second. If you do it within the near future, can you do something about Jesse?"
"Oh shit! I forgot about him." Santana laughed. "I'm pretty sure Rachel is losing interest."
"What makes you say that?"
"She hasn't mentioned him all night. And I've seen her looking at her phone when it beeps, and she pulls this sort of, irritated face."
"That could've been Finn."
"After what happened earlier? Not a chance. He's a coward of the highest order." Santana looked over to Quinn with a smirk. "You got to be happy, she chose you though."
"You know." The blonde said with a non-committal shrug. But her almost blindingly bright smile, said everything the brunette needed to know.
"Please! If you weren't such a lard-ass right now, you'd totally be doing a jaunty jig of happiness."
"Yup."
The two of them found their attention caught when they saw Rachel and Brittany spinning around in circles, in the middle of the street, and after about thirty seconds they both stopped, and fell on their asses. "You see those two girls, right there?" Santana asked.
"Yeah."
"They're our soul mates." The brunette exhaled loudly.
Quinn clamped her hand over her mouth to try and silence her laughter, while her friend grumbled about having to help up two drunken people on her own.
It only took the a few minutes to get to the school, once Santana had grabbed hold of Rachel and Brittany's shoulders, and essentially guided them to their destination. The taller blonde said she felt like she was pulling Santa along on Christmas eve, and the rest of the walk was spent discussing the similarity between Santa, Satan and Santana. The Latina scowled the entire time.
Once they arrived at the building, everyone stayed as close to the wall as possible. Quinn figured there was no point in trying to dissuade the three girls from going through with this utterly stupid, and completely illegal plan. She'd been attempting that for the last four hours, and had failed miserably. Now, all she was wondering was why she was here. There were still a few people left in 'The Barn', she could've stayed there. Or, she could've gone back to the house; enjoyed a nice cup of cocoa, and watched some late night crap on TV. There really was, absolutely no reason why she should be here. Okay, so it was Rachel that had asked her. And yes, fine, the girl had been hugging her, and the smaller girls head, may have been in the general area of her chest.
Damn it.
I'm such a boy.
The three girls in front of her ducked down, and a flash of annoyance crossed her face when she realized she couldn't duck; she had to get onto her knees and sort of, shuffle along. "What's going on?" She whispered, swatting away the part of the bush that was poking her leg.
"We're waiting for the guard to walk by."
"I didn't even know the school had one."
"Izzy says that Principle Figgins brought him in because of some thefts."
Quinn let out a derisive snort. "No there hasn't. Sue's been misappropriating school property, like she's been doing for years."
"Everyone knows that, except him." Santana shrugged.
"We're totally like super-spies right now." Brittany said happily. "I'm taking a photo."
"What? No!" Three panicked voices almost yelled.
But before anyone could grab the blonde's phone, the taller Cheerio said "Say CHEESE."
"Chocolate willy?" Izzy asked, holding out a cellophane bag.
Quinn peered inside to look at the small penis shaped confections, and delved in. "I will thank you." She smiled. "Just out of curiosity, why do you have them?"
"When you get older; you will find that after a night out with your friends, you'll wake up with things that you didn't start the night with. For instance; a small bag of chocolate willies that you acquired by crashing some woman's Hen Party."
"When I grow up, I want to be just like you."
"Shut up." The older woman huffed, and threw the bag next to the blonde. "You can have them all. Chocolate really isn't my friend when I'm hung over."
"Sweet!" Quinn grinned, and proceeded to put the chocolate on top of the pizza. Much to the dismay of Izzy, who looked like she was going green around the edges.
"I'll just carry on looking at these while you eat your concoction." The older Lopez sister winced, as she pulled the computer closer.
"Okey dokey!" The pregnant girl replied with her mouth full, and wandered over to the refrigerator to find herself something to drink. When she'd got a bottle of water, and sat down on the kitchen stool; her phone buzzed, and she flipped it open to see that she had a message from Mike.
Hey Quinn, can you come over to practice at 3 instead of 1?
She hadn't even remembered that they'd arranged a rehearsal for their Glee song until just now.
Sure. Everything okay?
Man, I feel rough as ten bears after last night. My dad is totally suspicious.
She snorted. Tell you what, you can blame me for not being on time, and if you want to make it a bit later, that's okay too : )
You are like my favourite person in the world right now Q! See you later.
She closed her phone and looked over to Izzy, who turned the laptop to face her, and pointed at the screen. "Are those my keys in Figgins' door?"
"Noooo." The blonde drawled.
"Have they been put back where they belong?"
"Yeah." She grinned.
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"Why does this place need so many keys?" Santana growled as she tried the sixth key in the lock.
"Security." Rachel shrugged.
"Could we please hurry this up?" Quinn whispered angrily.
"Keep your pants on, Fabray."
"No! I'm not hardened criminals like you three. I don't have the experience of breaking and entering."
"Hey!" The taller brunette turned to look at her. "There has been no 'Breaking' only 'Entering' I'll have you know."
"You think I'm a hardened criminal?" Rachel asked the blonde with a grin.
"This is not something to be proud of, Rach."
"Stop being such a Debbie Downer, Tubbers. Really, the only thing we're doing wrong is being in the school when we shouldn't be here. What we're taking, are things that belong to us."
"Consider me 'Still unconvinced'"
"Whatever." Santana shook her head, and went on to the seventh key.
Nobody spoke for a minute, and Quinn took in the eeriness of the school at two o'clock in the morning. In the dark and the quiet, it seemed like the beginning of a scene in a horror movie. And honestly, regardless of her objections, it was all quite thrilling being here while it was like this.
When Rachel came over to stand right next to her, she took hold of the other girls' hand. "You alright?" She asked.
The Diva nodded. "If you want to leave, we can. I'm sure Santana will understand."
"No she won't. She's the least understanding person on the whole planet."
Rachel looked up at her with an impish smirk. "You're exaggerating, but only a little."
"Seriously." The taller brunette said, as she tried the tenth key. "You two have conversations like no one else is around. I'm like, a foot away from you."
"You're assuming we don't know this." Quinn flicked the girl on her arm.
"Ow. No I'm not. I'm simply pointing it out. Because it's weird."
"Yeah? Well, you're weird."
They all spun around when they heard running footsteps, and saw Brittany heading straight for them. "We gotta hide!" The taller Cheerio explained, and grabbed hold of Santana's arm; dragging her towards their designated hidey place and Quinn yanked Rachel to theirs.
Once they were in the janitor's closet, the singer decided that it was the perfect time to hum the 'Mission Impossible' theme tune.
"Rach? I love your voice and everything, but if you don't stop humming, you're gonna land us in juvie, and we're both too delicate to be anyone's bitches!"
"Sorry." The Diva chuckled quietly, and Quinn felt, rather than saw -as it was so dark in the tiny room- arms wrapping themselves around her, and yet again she had a face in her boobs.
While telling herself to not freak the hell out, she put her arms over the other girls' shoulders, and pulled her in. "I gotta say," She whispered. "You are very huggable, Rachel Berry."
"I think you mean; Berry huggable."
She snorted a laugh, "I guess I do. Yeah."
They stayed like that for some time. She wasn't sure how long exactly, it could've been seconds, or minutes. Her watch wasn't one that glowed in the dark, and right now, she really wished it did. She supposed that there were worse positions she could be in. When the door opened, her heart practically jumped out of her chest.
"You two coming out of the closet, or what?" Santana grinned.
Rachel released her hold on the blonde, and nodded. "We're all clear now?"
The taller brunette nodded. "Yes siree."
"Super." She smiled, "Has Brittany gone back to look out?"
"Yup."
"Okay." And the Diva bounded back over to the Principles door.
As Quinn walked out of the closet she punched her friend on the arm. "Not funny, Lopez."
"I beg to differ. Repressed homosexuality is hysterical." Santana wiggled her eyebrows, and rubbed the spot where she'd just been hit. "Are your knuckles made of steel or something?"
"Yes. Can we get on with our current task now please?"
"Yeah." Her friend sighed, and they walked back to the door. "Okay, now which ones did I already try?" The taller brunette lifted up the bunch of keys and stared at them intently.
"You have got to be kidding me!" Quinn snatched the keys away from the other girl and flicked through them. "Did you try the one that says PF on it?"
Santana leaned in, and squinted at the small piece of metal the blonde is holding between her finger and thumb, and then she groaned "Aw, fuck me!"
The blonde let out a long breath, and put the key in the door, turning it, and heard the click. "I am going to stab you with these things when we're done here."
The dark haired cheerleader ignored this comment, and walked into the office like she'd just found Narnia. "Rach? Which drawer?"
"Bottom."
Quinn leaned on the doorway and watched her friend pull on the drawer with caution. "It's open!" And when she saw Santana's face literally light up, she stopped being angry. The taller brunette pulled out a shoe box and held it up for the two girls to see. "Someone text B, tell we got 'em, and we're outta here."
"I'll do it." Rachel pulled out her phone, made an annoyed face, and then spent several second grumbling about how texting wasn't as easy while drunk.
Less than a minute later the four of them were together, and yet again, Brittany took a photo with the brightest flash known to mankind.
"Leg it." Was Santana's advice. And they did.
__________
"So how many balls were there?"
"I think, around sixty."
"Wow. That, is a lot of balls!"
"I know." Quinn nodded. "I'm still not sure if it was worth it."
"I'm sure it was." Izzy shrugged. "You know you're going to have to change the name of your stupid game with Rachel now on board."
"Crap. I hadn't thought of that." Quinn stared at her last pizza slice as tried to come up with a different name. "Sbucker?"
"Rubsq?"
"Squirb? Brusq? Why do none of our names begin with a damn vowel?"
"I call Ana; Ana."
"But we don't! We haven't had a meeting in months, I think it's time. There are many things to discuss."
"You lot are nerds. And gay. Gay nerds."
Quinn glared at the woman for a moment. "You have a problem with that?"
"I know that it's not acceptable in high school society; I mean that kind of person gets slushied on a regular basis, or worse, but Quinn, I'm a math teacher, nerd is in my blood. Of course I don't have a problem with it. In fact, I revere it."
The blonde laughed. "I had to check."
"You know you can always be yourself here." Izzy said, with a serious tone.
"I know. Why do you think I've spent so much time here over the years?"
"Alright then. Now, don't take this the wrong way, but I need you to get out of my kitchen."
"Making lunch?" The blonde asked hopefully.
"It's Sunday. Of course!" The woman smiled, and ushered the girl out of her domain.
Quinn left the kitchen and went back upstairs. She missed Rachel; she wanted to see her, even though she was asleep. When she got to the room, she made herself comfortable on the bed and watched the rhythmic rise and fall of the other girl's chest for some time then she picked up her book, and began the arduous task of reading the crappiest piece of words on paper, that ever existed. But it was the only thing she could think to do while she waited for lunch to be ready, and for Rachel to wake up.
These were the two things that consumed her these days, and she was never left wanting for either.
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Author: appleswithin
Rating: PG-13 (For swears)
Spoilers: None. Set in Season One
Summary: How one slushy changed everything for Quinn and Rachel.
I don’t own Glee, and other things I reference in here.
Chaper 17
The blood curdling scream that filled the entire house made both Quinn, and Rachel shoot upright in bed. Quinn felt her heart pound with panic at hearing Santana's obvious terror and Rachel grabbed hold of her hand. However, it soon became apparent when she heard the very long stream of swear words directed towards the older Lopez sister that the doll heads had been found.
She relaxed, and collapsed back down on the bed.
"Shouldn't we go and see what's wrong?" Rachel asked; her eyes were wide with concern.
"Nothing's wrong." The blonde replied, and grabbed the back of the singers' top, pulling her back down. "Santana found the decapitated heads is all."
"Not real ones though? Right?" Sometimes the blonde wondered exactly what went on in her friends' head, for her to even need to ask the question.
She put her arm around the smaller girl, and brought her close. "No, not real ones, just doll heads."
"That's a relief." Rachel sighed, and squeezed the pregnant girl tightly. "I'm feeling slightly nauseous."
"Don't you dare be sick on me!" The blonde chided playfully.
"I never would." The Diva laughed, and nuzzled herself up against her friends' neck.
Quinn tensed for a moment before she became wholly relaxed with their position. This is definitely going to be a thing from now on. She thought. Having the sensation of Rachel's breath on her neck was so very… Intimate. She closed her eyes, and linked her fingers with the hand that was draped over her middle.
It was such a cliché, but Quinn never could've known happiness like this existed, and it made her want to shout it from the rooftop. She wasn't going to though. Well, probably not anyway.
There was the distinct sound of stomping from the next room that then led out into the hall, and with a heavy swing, the door crashed open. Quinn looked up to see Santana holding up a doll head ready to throw. "She's downstairs Lopez."
There were several angry grunts in reply, and the door was slammed shut.
"Uh-oh!" Rachel chuckled, "Somebody is a little bit annoyed."
"I think that sums it up pretty well. Just have to wait for the incoherent shouting start." The blonde started counting, and got up to six. "-And there it is!"
The brunette laughed again, causing yet another shiver to the pregnant girl. "I can't even tell what she's saying."
They both listened to the tirade of angry noises, only catching the word 'Bitch' before the hysterical laughter from the older sister started. "I really hope that neither one of them has some sort of underlying heart defect. The crap they pull on each other gets worse and worse."
"Why decapitated dolls heads?"
"Santana had a dream once about it, or something. I can't really remember." She felt Rachel shift slightly, and looked down to see her concentrating on a spot on the wall. "You alright? You know where the bathroom is if you're going to throw up."
"No, it's not that. I just remembered the dreams I had last night."
"Oh? Were they good?"
"One of them was very nice, but the other one involved Santana, Brittany and myself having a shoot out with the mafia in the choir room, which was actually a train car, and we were protecting you and Baby, and then Noah ducked under the bullets that were flying around, because it was time for him to go home."
"Huh. That was odd. I wonder what it could mean?"
"I shouldn't think there was any deeper meaning to it. Only that you have friends who want to protect you, and Noah likes to go home on time."
Quinn laughed. "Yeah. Probably. We do know that both of those things are true. I dreamt that I gave birth to five bees the size of footballs."
"Aw, bees are cute."
"Not giant ones." The blonde answered, resting her cheek on the top of the singers head. "What was your nice one then?"
"Hmm?"
"You said you had a nice dream too."
"Oh, yes, well, I don't really remember that much about it. Only that it was nice."
"You are such a fibber Rachel Berry."
"No I'm not!" The Diva answered petulantly.
Quinn felt disappointed, but she couldn't make her friend tell her. It was just a stupid dream anyway, not important at all. And yet… "Okay, if you don't want to tell me."
"It's not that I don't want to tell you!" Rachel said as she pushed herself up onto her elbow. "I- You-." She let out a frustrated sigh, and then gave the blonde a small smile. "I don't know how it might sound to you, that's all."
This got Quinn's attention. "Try me."
The brunette held her gaze for several silent seconds, before she lay back down. "There was a white cottage, and I was making bread, and you were baking a cake. When I looked out of the window, there was a huge garden, with lots of flowers and an oak tree, and on the tree was a swing that Dad and Daddy were pushing Baby on, but they didn't call her that, they called Lily. Then you stood next to me watching what was going on outside, and you hugged me. Some other things happened that are a bit hazy, and then Aunt Santana and Aunt Brittany came over and shot Nerf guns at my Dad's. Everyone was happy."
"I don't know why that was so hard to tell me." The blonde whispered with a smile on her face. "That sounded perfect."
"It was." Rachel squeezed her gently again, and the rolled onto her back. "I think I need more sleep." She announced as she rubbed her temples.
"Okay." Quinn said as she threw the blanket off herself. "I'm going to see what I can eat." She leaned over to the singer and consciously kissed her on the cheek that was as near to those full lips as she was brave enough to venture close to. "Sweet dreams."
Rachel beamed at her affectionately. "Thank you. And try and eat something healthy." She added with a pointing finger.
"Is cold pizza healthy?"
"No."
"Oh well." The pregnant girl shrugged, and stood up. "I shall see you soon." And she winked before leaving the room.
There wasn't much Quinn thought about as she walked downstairs, only utter joy. There was a small voice inside of her that told her she was getting her hopes up; that she was turning everything Rachel had said into something she wanted it to be. But she beat that little voice with a club, and told it to shut the hell up.
She heard Izzy's voice, and she realized the woman was standing by the front door, holding it open, and talking to the cat.
"You see." The older Lopez sister said, waving her arm. "It's raining this side of the house too. I really don't know why you expected the weather to be different here than from the back door. You would think after all these years you would know this. Oh, don't look at me like that; it's not my fault it's raining."
"Just nudge him out with your foot." Quinn said, and Izzy frowned deeply.
"I'm not doing that! He's old, and wobbly." The cat stayed in the doorway, still indecisive. "I'll just leave it open. He'll go when he's mentally prepared himself."
"He's not a person you know." The blonde told the woman as she bent down and gave the moggy a pet. "Isn't that right, Mr. Grumpyton."
"That's not his name. Why is it that you look so particularly… self satisfied right now? You couldn't have had more than five hours sleep."
"No reason." She grinned.
"Oh God, this is a Rachel thing isn't it? I don't want to know."
"I wasn't planning on telling you. Is that pizza still around?"
"On top of the fridge." Izzy pointed to the kitchen. "I got you a large one of your usual."
"Thanks." She said, and left the woman standing by the door.
Quinn thought about Rachel's dream as she grabbed her breakfast. The other girl said that everyone was happy, that they were a family. As she took her first bite, she decided that she should have the talk with the Berry's that she'd been putting off, and as soon as possible.
"You've got tomato sauce on your chin." Izzy told her as she took a slice of Quinn's pizza, before the blonde could stop her.
Quinn wiped a hand over her chin and smiled. "Did I get it?"
"You did."
As the woman turned away from her, she saw a red mark oh her forehead. "What happened to your head?"
Izzy went to look at herself in the metal of the oven. "Ah. Yeah. That's from when Ana hurled the heads at me. It's the fake blood. It turns out, that it isn't that easy to wash off. That's quite the design flaw." She said as she turned back to face the blonde, and then opened up the laptop on the counter. "You promised we could look at more photos.
"Right now?" Quinn asked, and walked over to get the ketchup.
"Ana went back to bed, and I don't know when everyone else will be up." The woman stuck out her bottom lip. "Please!"
"Uch. Fine. But don't try and stop me eating my food." She huffed.
"Trying to stop you eating, would be as dangerous as trying to take an antelope from a lion."
"I think I resent that!"
"Fair enough. It is however, very accurate."
Quinn growled as she grabbed the computer and brought up the album she'd put on there a few hours before, then she pushed it back over to Izzy. "Start looking."
The older Lopez sister rolled her eyes and began clicking.
The pregnant girl let her get on with it, and carried on eating her food while she waited for the woman to find a picture that interested her. She knew it could take a while, as there were quite a few of everyone else's to get through.
As she waited, she thought.
Almost three weeks. That's how long it had been. Almost three weeks since Rachel Berry had become her unexpected white knight. And in that time, so much had happened. It wasn't the first time she'd thought about all the things that she and her friends had been through, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. It was just that it truly amazed her when she did think about it. In nineteen days she had gone from barely standing to be in the same room as Rachel, to loving her, and wondering what kind of wedding they'll have. Would it be white? Would it be simple or extravagant? Would it be here, or New York? Maybe even somewhere warm, like Hawaii. Would Santana get so drunk she starts hurling abuse at almost all of the guests? These were questions that she'd asked herself.
She heard Izzy laugh, and when she looked over to the laptop, she laughed too. "That would be the first of many moments last night, when three of us thought we were going to jail. Brittany was just having a good time."
"Is this outside the school?"
Quinn nodded. "We were waiting for the security guy to walk by, and B pulled out her phone, and it has an automatic flash."
"The three of you do have a certain 'Deer caught in headlights' look about you. And everyone is here in my house, so I have to guess that you didn't get caught."
"Obviously. Although I don't know how we didn't get caught. Do you know what's less inconspicuous than one heavily pregnant- and three drunk high school students breaking into a school?" The blonde looked at Izzy expectantly, but didn't give the woman a chance to answer. "I'll tell you. Three drunk high school students singing the theme tune to 'Kim Possible' breaking into a school, while the heavily pregnant one freaks out."
"You learn something new everyday."
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"Oh my God! You live so far away from school, Santana." Rachel groaned as they walked along the road.
"No I don't. You've just been zigzagging this entire time. It's taking us twice as long. And you walked into that mailbox."
"And you said sorry to it." Brittany laughed.
"And." The taller brunette held her finger up as she had another thought. "You made us go to the ATM because you decided you wanted to give my sister money for the pizza. And when you got the cash, you just had to say thank you to the 'Magic Money Machine'."
"I was only being polite." The singer gave her friend a baffled look.
"It's a machine; it doesn't care about common courtesy. It's also not magic."
"Might be. You don't know." The Diva answered irritably then started to veer off to the left, and Brittany ran after her, pulling her back on track.
"The world really is screwed." Quinn said to Santana after the taller blonde had got Rachel singing 'You Spin Me Round'
"Why?"
"Because the two of you worked out your differences. World domination is not long now."
"Ah, that's right. You know, at the time, I really didn't think it was going to happen, so didn't take you seriously."
"And now?"
"Yeah, me and Rach," The girl wagged her finger back and forth between where the Diva was walking, and herself. "Totally taking over the world."
"Like Pinky and the Brain."
"Except, we'll succeed."
"I don't doubt that for a second. If you do it within the near future, can you do something about Jesse?"
"Oh shit! I forgot about him." Santana laughed. "I'm pretty sure Rachel is losing interest."
"What makes you say that?"
"She hasn't mentioned him all night. And I've seen her looking at her phone when it beeps, and she pulls this sort of, irritated face."
"That could've been Finn."
"After what happened earlier? Not a chance. He's a coward of the highest order." Santana looked over to Quinn with a smirk. "You got to be happy, she chose you though."
"You know." The blonde said with a non-committal shrug. But her almost blindingly bright smile, said everything the brunette needed to know.
"Please! If you weren't such a lard-ass right now, you'd totally be doing a jaunty jig of happiness."
"Yup."
The two of them found their attention caught when they saw Rachel and Brittany spinning around in circles, in the middle of the street, and after about thirty seconds they both stopped, and fell on their asses. "You see those two girls, right there?" Santana asked.
"Yeah."
"They're our soul mates." The brunette exhaled loudly.
Quinn clamped her hand over her mouth to try and silence her laughter, while her friend grumbled about having to help up two drunken people on her own.
It only took the a few minutes to get to the school, once Santana had grabbed hold of Rachel and Brittany's shoulders, and essentially guided them to their destination. The taller blonde said she felt like she was pulling Santa along on Christmas eve, and the rest of the walk was spent discussing the similarity between Santa, Satan and Santana. The Latina scowled the entire time.
Once they arrived at the building, everyone stayed as close to the wall as possible. Quinn figured there was no point in trying to dissuade the three girls from going through with this utterly stupid, and completely illegal plan. She'd been attempting that for the last four hours, and had failed miserably. Now, all she was wondering was why she was here. There were still a few people left in 'The Barn', she could've stayed there. Or, she could've gone back to the house; enjoyed a nice cup of cocoa, and watched some late night crap on TV. There really was, absolutely no reason why she should be here. Okay, so it was Rachel that had asked her. And yes, fine, the girl had been hugging her, and the smaller girls head, may have been in the general area of her chest.
Damn it.
I'm such a boy.
The three girls in front of her ducked down, and a flash of annoyance crossed her face when she realized she couldn't duck; she had to get onto her knees and sort of, shuffle along. "What's going on?" She whispered, swatting away the part of the bush that was poking her leg.
"We're waiting for the guard to walk by."
"I didn't even know the school had one."
"Izzy says that Principle Figgins brought him in because of some thefts."
Quinn let out a derisive snort. "No there hasn't. Sue's been misappropriating school property, like she's been doing for years."
"Everyone knows that, except him." Santana shrugged.
"We're totally like super-spies right now." Brittany said happily. "I'm taking a photo."
"What? No!" Three panicked voices almost yelled.
But before anyone could grab the blonde's phone, the taller Cheerio said "Say CHEESE."
"Chocolate willy?" Izzy asked, holding out a cellophane bag.
Quinn peered inside to look at the small penis shaped confections, and delved in. "I will thank you." She smiled. "Just out of curiosity, why do you have them?"
"When you get older; you will find that after a night out with your friends, you'll wake up with things that you didn't start the night with. For instance; a small bag of chocolate willies that you acquired by crashing some woman's Hen Party."
"When I grow up, I want to be just like you."
"Shut up." The older woman huffed, and threw the bag next to the blonde. "You can have them all. Chocolate really isn't my friend when I'm hung over."
"Sweet!" Quinn grinned, and proceeded to put the chocolate on top of the pizza. Much to the dismay of Izzy, who looked like she was going green around the edges.
"I'll just carry on looking at these while you eat your concoction." The older Lopez sister winced, as she pulled the computer closer.
"Okey dokey!" The pregnant girl replied with her mouth full, and wandered over to the refrigerator to find herself something to drink. When she'd got a bottle of water, and sat down on the kitchen stool; her phone buzzed, and she flipped it open to see that she had a message from Mike.
Hey Quinn, can you come over to practice at 3 instead of 1?
She hadn't even remembered that they'd arranged a rehearsal for their Glee song until just now.
Sure. Everything okay?
Man, I feel rough as ten bears after last night. My dad is totally suspicious.
She snorted. Tell you what, you can blame me for not being on time, and if you want to make it a bit later, that's okay too : )
You are like my favourite person in the world right now Q! See you later.
She closed her phone and looked over to Izzy, who turned the laptop to face her, and pointed at the screen. "Are those my keys in Figgins' door?"
"Noooo." The blonde drawled.
"Have they been put back where they belong?"
"Yeah." She grinned.
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"Why does this place need so many keys?" Santana growled as she tried the sixth key in the lock.
"Security." Rachel shrugged.
"Could we please hurry this up?" Quinn whispered angrily.
"Keep your pants on, Fabray."
"No! I'm not hardened criminals like you three. I don't have the experience of breaking and entering."
"Hey!" The taller brunette turned to look at her. "There has been no 'Breaking' only 'Entering' I'll have you know."
"You think I'm a hardened criminal?" Rachel asked the blonde with a grin.
"This is not something to be proud of, Rach."
"Stop being such a Debbie Downer, Tubbers. Really, the only thing we're doing wrong is being in the school when we shouldn't be here. What we're taking, are things that belong to us."
"Consider me 'Still unconvinced'"
"Whatever." Santana shook her head, and went on to the seventh key.
Nobody spoke for a minute, and Quinn took in the eeriness of the school at two o'clock in the morning. In the dark and the quiet, it seemed like the beginning of a scene in a horror movie. And honestly, regardless of her objections, it was all quite thrilling being here while it was like this.
When Rachel came over to stand right next to her, she took hold of the other girls' hand. "You alright?" She asked.
The Diva nodded. "If you want to leave, we can. I'm sure Santana will understand."
"No she won't. She's the least understanding person on the whole planet."
Rachel looked up at her with an impish smirk. "You're exaggerating, but only a little."
"Seriously." The taller brunette said, as she tried the tenth key. "You two have conversations like no one else is around. I'm like, a foot away from you."
"You're assuming we don't know this." Quinn flicked the girl on her arm.
"Ow. No I'm not. I'm simply pointing it out. Because it's weird."
"Yeah? Well, you're weird."
They all spun around when they heard running footsteps, and saw Brittany heading straight for them. "We gotta hide!" The taller Cheerio explained, and grabbed hold of Santana's arm; dragging her towards their designated hidey place and Quinn yanked Rachel to theirs.
Once they were in the janitor's closet, the singer decided that it was the perfect time to hum the 'Mission Impossible' theme tune.
"Rach? I love your voice and everything, but if you don't stop humming, you're gonna land us in juvie, and we're both too delicate to be anyone's bitches!"
"Sorry." The Diva chuckled quietly, and Quinn felt, rather than saw -as it was so dark in the tiny room- arms wrapping themselves around her, and yet again she had a face in her boobs.
While telling herself to not freak the hell out, she put her arms over the other girls' shoulders, and pulled her in. "I gotta say," She whispered. "You are very huggable, Rachel Berry."
"I think you mean; Berry huggable."
She snorted a laugh, "I guess I do. Yeah."
They stayed like that for some time. She wasn't sure how long exactly, it could've been seconds, or minutes. Her watch wasn't one that glowed in the dark, and right now, she really wished it did. She supposed that there were worse positions she could be in. When the door opened, her heart practically jumped out of her chest.
"You two coming out of the closet, or what?" Santana grinned.
Rachel released her hold on the blonde, and nodded. "We're all clear now?"
The taller brunette nodded. "Yes siree."
"Super." She smiled, "Has Brittany gone back to look out?"
"Yup."
"Okay." And the Diva bounded back over to the Principles door.
As Quinn walked out of the closet she punched her friend on the arm. "Not funny, Lopez."
"I beg to differ. Repressed homosexuality is hysterical." Santana wiggled her eyebrows, and rubbed the spot where she'd just been hit. "Are your knuckles made of steel or something?"
"Yes. Can we get on with our current task now please?"
"Yeah." Her friend sighed, and they walked back to the door. "Okay, now which ones did I already try?" The taller brunette lifted up the bunch of keys and stared at them intently.
"You have got to be kidding me!" Quinn snatched the keys away from the other girl and flicked through them. "Did you try the one that says PF on it?"
Santana leaned in, and squinted at the small piece of metal the blonde is holding between her finger and thumb, and then she groaned "Aw, fuck me!"
The blonde let out a long breath, and put the key in the door, turning it, and heard the click. "I am going to stab you with these things when we're done here."
The dark haired cheerleader ignored this comment, and walked into the office like she'd just found Narnia. "Rach? Which drawer?"
"Bottom."
Quinn leaned on the doorway and watched her friend pull on the drawer with caution. "It's open!" And when she saw Santana's face literally light up, she stopped being angry. The taller brunette pulled out a shoe box and held it up for the two girls to see. "Someone text B, tell we got 'em, and we're outta here."
"I'll do it." Rachel pulled out her phone, made an annoyed face, and then spent several second grumbling about how texting wasn't as easy while drunk.
Less than a minute later the four of them were together, and yet again, Brittany took a photo with the brightest flash known to mankind.
"Leg it." Was Santana's advice. And they did.
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"So how many balls were there?"
"I think, around sixty."
"Wow. That, is a lot of balls!"
"I know." Quinn nodded. "I'm still not sure if it was worth it."
"I'm sure it was." Izzy shrugged. "You know you're going to have to change the name of your stupid game with Rachel now on board."
"Crap. I hadn't thought of that." Quinn stared at her last pizza slice as tried to come up with a different name. "Sbucker?"
"Rubsq?"
"Squirb? Brusq? Why do none of our names begin with a damn vowel?"
"I call Ana; Ana."
"But we don't! We haven't had a meeting in months, I think it's time. There are many things to discuss."
"You lot are nerds. And gay. Gay nerds."
Quinn glared at the woman for a moment. "You have a problem with that?"
"I know that it's not acceptable in high school society; I mean that kind of person gets slushied on a regular basis, or worse, but Quinn, I'm a math teacher, nerd is in my blood. Of course I don't have a problem with it. In fact, I revere it."
The blonde laughed. "I had to check."
"You know you can always be yourself here." Izzy said, with a serious tone.
"I know. Why do you think I've spent so much time here over the years?"
"Alright then. Now, don't take this the wrong way, but I need you to get out of my kitchen."
"Making lunch?" The blonde asked hopefully.
"It's Sunday. Of course!" The woman smiled, and ushered the girl out of her domain.
Quinn left the kitchen and went back upstairs. She missed Rachel; she wanted to see her, even though she was asleep. When she got to the room, she made herself comfortable on the bed and watched the rhythmic rise and fall of the other girl's chest for some time then she picked up her book, and began the arduous task of reading the crappiest piece of words on paper, that ever existed. But it was the only thing she could think to do while she waited for lunch to be ready, and for Rachel to wake up.
These were the two things that consumed her these days, and she was never left wanting for either.
.
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