We Might Fall Fast. We Might Fall Hard (19/?) Part 2
Quinn could feel the anticipatory buzz of excitement as she walked downstairs.
There was the sound of happy chatter and quiet music, plus the smell of food cooking, emanating from the kitchen and it enveloped her as she got closer.
She had been a little disappointed when she had found that the bedroom was empty after she had her shower, but realized that Izzy put everyone to work when it came to lunch on a Sunday - Family, friends, guests, and one time the next door neighbour who had only came by to drop off some tool he'd borrowed.
When she entered the room, she saw Santana and Rachel peeling and chopping vegetables - respectively, while Brittany was moving furniture around, Quinn assumed that it was to accommodate the Mr. Berry's, but knowing the taller blonde, it could just be because she'd gotten bored of the current layout. Either could be possible.
She looked over to Izzy, who seemed to be doing something schmancy with the beef - she didn't know what; anything other than grilled cheese was beyond her capabilities. Not that she had really tried, and she didn't see the point. Her future wife Rachel did most of the cooking, so why bother changing that now?
"Finally got your ass in gear!" Santana smirked, and hurled a carrot peel that successfully landed on the bridge of Quinn's nose. "Boo yah! Score!"
She narrowed her eyes at her friend as she removed the peel, and made her way to the counter that the two girls were using. "I don't like to rush hygiene." She humph'd, and turned her attention to Rachel.
"Hey." The smaller brunette smiled.
"Hey back." She responded, and ignored the roll of eyes and mimed gagging from the Latina.
"I'm helping." Rachel pointed at the potato in front of her with the small knife she was holding.
"And she's doing a fine job too." Izzy turned around to face the singer, and patted her on the head with a smug smirk.
"You're such a patronizing cow." Santana scrunched her face up at her sister, and then leaned over to take a closer look at the potatoes. "But she is right though Dwarf; they are beautifully chopped."
"You know what?" Quinn glared at the two Lopez females. "You both suck."
Santana and Izzy snorted a laugh at the same time, and carried on with their tasks, while Rachel gave her a happy smile. "Did you have a nice shower?"
"Yes thank you." She answered, and her gaze dropped down to the singers' mouth when the other girl took her bottom lip between her teeth.
"That's good to hear." Rachel said softly, and smiled.
Quinn could feel her cheeks getting hotter, and she tore her focus away from the other girls' mouth and looked over to Izzy; who was periodically riffling through drawers while playing air drums to a song on the radio.
"God damn it Ana. Where are the onions?"
"Ah." Santana said and puffed out her cheeks.
"Ah?" The older woman spun around to glare at the back of her sisters' head. "What does that mean? You ate them? What have I told you about that?"
"To let you know when I have used up a particular resource so that you can replace them." The Latina answered as if reading from a script. "But look, I didn't finish them until last night."
"That's not an excuse. There were two onions. What the hell could you have eaten that involved two bloody onions?"
"Can't have grilled cheese without onions." Santana scoffed.
"But, two of them?"
"Yeah, well, I was hungry." The younger sister shrugged, and went back to her peeling. As far as she was concerned, that was clearly the end of the conversation.
Quinn and Rachel looked over to each other, and chuckled quietly.
"Right. Fine." Izzy mumbled, and grabbed her car keys from the counter nearby. "Brittany. Keep an eye on the beef."
"Okey dokey." The taller blonde gave the woman a thumbs up, and marched over to the oven; leaving the dining area in a bit of a haphazard state.
"I won't be long." Izzy growled at her sister, and then walked out the door.
"Now that I know you and Miss Caffrey are related, I can definitely see the similarity." Rachel said after the door closed.
"Why?" Santana asked in genuine confusion.
"You're both loud, bossy, sarcastic, and have a penchant for hitting people on the head."
"I'm telling her you said that, Midget."
Quinn swore she could see the colour literally draining from Rachel's face. "Please don't tell her."
"It's not as if she doesn't already know these things, Troll." Santana cocked an eyebrow at her friend. "She's a grown-ass woman for crying out loud."
"That isn't the point." Rachel answered quietly. "And are you going to be calling me names all day?"
"Not all day, no. I'm sure I'll run out eventually. Half-pint." The taller brunette gave Rachel a grin, and the singer rolled her eyes. "Tell you what Short-Stack," Santana took the knife from the smaller girls' hand. "There's not many potatoes left to chop. Why don't you and the Lard-ass go into the other room; see if B has left the furniture in a usable position; and go watch some TV or something."
"Really?" Rachel asked with suspicion.
"Yeah." Santana leaned down and whispered something in the other girls' ear.
The Diva coughed, became flustered, and gave Quinn an awkward smile. "Okay, we'll be in the other room while we wait for Miss Caffrey. Or my Dad's."
"Good idea." The Latina winked.
Rachel hesitated for a moment before walking around the counter, and grabbing Quinn's hand; dragging her into the lounge. Surprisingly, the living area had been relatively untouched by Brittany's re-arranging, and they both took a seat on the armchair next to the sofa.
It wasn't until they had both sat down, that they realized the chair was considerably smaller than what they were used to, and therefore they were squashed up together leaving Rachel with one leg on the cushion, and the other draped over Quinn's lap. There was several moments silence, and during this silence, the blonde felt the panic rising from her stomach in heavy pulses. She knew logically there was no need, it wasn't intentional; they were both used to sharing Divine - which was big enough for them to share comfortably, and small enough for her to 'Accidently' cop a feel - Divine Snugglebottom was the perfect chair!
This chair made things awkward.
The silence passed when Rachel moved the leg that was on the cushion, and put that one on Quinn's lap too. "I'm very sorry Quinn; this is the only way for me to be comfortable." And she gave the blonde a smile. It was the same smile she had given Quinn when the blonde was sure she had been caught staring at her lips. "I could move if you'd like?"
"Nope." The pregnant girl said quickly. "But you can pass the remote."
"Certainly." Rachel leaned over to grab the device from the table, and the singers skirt rode up as she did this; only a little, but enough for Quinn to panic again.
'Stop staring. Stop staring. Stop staring. Holy Mother of all things Good and Pure please don't let me drool.'
"I've got it." Rachel said as she pushed herself back up and handed over the remote to a steel eyed Quinn.
"Yes you do." She replied as she took the control and turned on the TV, flicking trough the channels until she found one at least bearable. "What did Santana say to you?"
"When?" Rachel asked distractedly, gaze completely on the screen.
Quinn gave the other girl a quick sideways glance. "When she whispered to you."
The Diva stiffened slightly. "She wanted alone time with Brittany."
"Ah, okay." She sighed softly. She felt like she was trying to force a conversation out of Rachel. Perhaps being this close, while they were both awake and-or-sober, was not as easy as she though it was. But they'd been like this before hadn't they? Not exactly like this, but near as damn it. She sighed again; resting her elbow on the arm of the chair, and watched the moving pictures in front of her.
There was silence again. Not comfortable like it usually was, but awkward, and it seemed to go on forever.
But the sinking feeling she had, dissipated as soon as Rachel took hold of her hand. "Quinn? Are you alright? Is Baby Lily alright?"
She turned to face the brunette, and let out a soft chuckle. Partly from relief, and partly because the look of concern from her friend was just like it had been a few weeks ago in the auditorium. "Yeah, I think the terrible amount of sleep I had is catching up with me."
The Diva frowned. "Why did you stay awake so long? It's not good for you."
"I'm sorry." She grinned. "I was hyped from the party."
"No more late nights for you." Rachel told her sternly.
"No ma'am."
"I'm being serious!" The singer whined.
"I know. I can tell by the creases between your eyebrows." Quinn said as she wiggled her finger near the bridge of Rachel's nose.
The singer grabbed the offending digit with her other hand, and glared at her friend. "It's a good job I like you Quinn Fabray."
"I know that too." The blonde felt brave, and leaned over to kiss the other girl on the cheek. "And I am very happy that you do like me."
Rachel held her gaze for a few seconds, then let go of her hands, and wrapped her arms around the blonde's waist. Quinn rested her head on top of the other girls' and closed her eyes.
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