240 Glee Main St. (1/13)
A car follows the truck, stopping behind the truck. The driver gets out. A woman with long curly brown hair. She doesn’t turn my way, opens the back door and takes out a wheel chair.
“Quinn,” my mom calls for me from somewhere in the house, before I even had a chance to discover whether the girl was my age or not.
I left the window and go look for my mom. As I thought, she is sitting in our music room, with her acoustic guitar in hand, her wavy blonde hair in a ponytail, still wearing her pajamas.
“Did I hear a truck? Is someone moving in?”
“Yes, mom. Seems like we have new neighbors.”
“Great! Why don’t you go downstairs and cook them some cookies or some of your yummy brownies? “
“Sure, mom.”
I start walking towards the kitchen after that, and I hear my mom scream something.
“If you do the brownies, save some for me”
I giggle, as I take out the ingredients for brownies. My mom can’t cook to save her life and luckily for her I don’t mind cooking at all. I’m even good at it.
When I have all ingredients out, someone knocks on the door.
“I got it,” I scream, even though my mom probably didn’t ever hear it. When she is working on her music, she forgets anything but the sound of her guitar.
“Hey! Come on in! I’m baking brownies for our new neighbors and sure could use a hand!”
“Hey Q!” Brittany, one of my best friends since ever greeted me.
Santana was also with her, the two girls being like sisters to me.
We made our way to the kitchen and I moved around doing everything. I knew they were here to talk about who moved in, not to help me out.
Brittany started jumping up and down and squealing and speaking so fast the only words I could understand were New and Talked, which didn’t make any sense by themselves.
Santana was rolling her eyes, and I was trying really hard not to laugh at Brittany.
“B, calm down” Santana said in a slightly annoyed voice.
“I was saying that me and Santana went to the new neighbors and said hello and talked to them and they are really nice and there are two our age and they are really nice and they are going to dinner with the us and the gang Wednesday.”
“How many are they? Where did they come from?”
“There are four of them. Adrian and Brett are the fathers, and Rachel and Artie are their kids.“ Santana answered this time, while B was over my shoulder trying to eat the brownie dough.
“Are them going to school with us? Rachel and Artie, I mean?”
“I would think so. We didn’t want to interrupt them or anything. Actually, I told them we all would help them moving and stuff. I’ll go call the others, and you should go when you are done.”
“Alright. Take B with you. The only hand she is giving me is one that is stealing all of my brownies.”
Santana chuckled and dragged B out of the house.
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After I was done with the brownies I went to my new neighbors and rang the bell. It had taken me longer to bake the brownies, I had to do an extra recipe there was enough for everybody.
A girl shorter then me answered the door. I realized she was the one I had seen from my window. She looked really tired, but had a huge smile anyway. One of the cutest smiles I’ve ever seen.
I realized she was saying something and stopped daydreaming.
“Hi, I’m Quinn. I’m from the house in front. I baked some brownies to welcome you to the street. “ I said trying to copy the smile from the brunette.
“Hello Quinn, nice to meet you. Thank you for the brownies. I am very glad to have such nice neighbor. That is, if you really cooked them. “ She said, winking at me. “My name is Rachel Berry.”
“If I knew you would be so rude, I would have eaten them by myself. If you excuse me, I will do so now” I said, trying to hide my smirk, while I turned around.
“That won’t be necessary, I can be nice if that means free brownies. Also, only home baked brownies could smell so good. Come on in.”
She grabbed a brownie and winked at me again.
There was something about her. I can’t describe, but she made every part of my body smile.
I followed her into the living room. There were a few boxes scattered around, but most were gone. All the gang plus the new family were either sitting at a couch or at the floor.
“Fathers, Artie, this is Quinn. Quinn, this is Dad, Daddy and Artie.”
“You can call me Brett and him Drie.” One of her fathers said with a big smile.
“She brought brownies!”
“Rachel, could you please put them on the kitchen so we can eat them later?” Drie said.
“No, mine. All mine” she said with a voice of a three year old while she took the brownies form my and sat at a corner.
“Bad idea giving her the brownies. Now we nobody will have any.” Artie said with a smirk.
Brittany made a sad face, and Santana was ready to attack Rachel to get them
“Geez, no need to go all crazy about them.” I said walking in Rachel’s direction.
She squealed, got up and started running. While everybody was laughing, I went after her.
She locked herself what I assumed was a bathroom.
“Hey, crazy brownie lady, get out of there.“
She opened the door.
“Don’t call me that.” She said trying to sound mad.
She looked so adorable I wanted to hug her.
“Share them with everybody, and I won’t call you that.”
“But they are so good. They can have it another time.”
“If you share, I will bake them for you once a week, every week.”
“Only for me?” She looked with her hopeful little eyes at me. I don’t think I could ever deny anything to that look.
“Yes, only for you.”
“Ok”
We walked back. Before we entered the living room, I heard her mumble something that sounded like “I like you.”
I didn’t have time to question her; her parents came out of the living room.
“We are going walk around the neighborhood, and then buy groceries.” Drie said.
“I tried to convince we could do that tomorrow, but it would take more energy than actually going out.” Brett said with a roll of eyes, which gained him a slap in the arm from Drie.
“Bye, nice to meet you.”
“Likewise.”
They were almost out of the door, when Brett came back.
“And Quinn, make sure our little drama queen here don’t eat all the brownies.”
“I will”
We went back to the living room, everybody either laughing or smiling. Except for one person. Finn Hudson, my boyfriend, was not very amused by our little scene. I could see he was trying to hold his anger and smile, but it didn’t work.
I didn’t understand him, but I would talk to him later. Right now I had to make sure the small brunette wouldn’t eat all of the brownies.
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“Quinn,” my mom calls for me from somewhere in the house, before I even had a chance to discover whether the girl was my age or not.
I left the window and go look for my mom. As I thought, she is sitting in our music room, with her acoustic guitar in hand, her wavy blonde hair in a ponytail, still wearing her pajamas.
“Did I hear a truck? Is someone moving in?”
“Yes, mom. Seems like we have new neighbors.”
“Great! Why don’t you go downstairs and cook them some cookies or some of your yummy brownies? “
“Sure, mom.”
I start walking towards the kitchen after that, and I hear my mom scream something.
“If you do the brownies, save some for me”
I giggle, as I take out the ingredients for brownies. My mom can’t cook to save her life and luckily for her I don’t mind cooking at all. I’m even good at it.
When I have all ingredients out, someone knocks on the door.
“I got it,” I scream, even though my mom probably didn’t ever hear it. When she is working on her music, she forgets anything but the sound of her guitar.
“Hey! Come on in! I’m baking brownies for our new neighbors and sure could use a hand!”
“Hey Q!” Brittany, one of my best friends since ever greeted me.
Santana was also with her, the two girls being like sisters to me.
We made our way to the kitchen and I moved around doing everything. I knew they were here to talk about who moved in, not to help me out.
Brittany started jumping up and down and squealing and speaking so fast the only words I could understand were New and Talked, which didn’t make any sense by themselves.
Santana was rolling her eyes, and I was trying really hard not to laugh at Brittany.
“B, calm down” Santana said in a slightly annoyed voice.
“I was saying that me and Santana went to the new neighbors and said hello and talked to them and they are really nice and there are two our age and they are really nice and they are going to dinner with the us and the gang Wednesday.”
“How many are they? Where did they come from?”
“There are four of them. Adrian and Brett are the fathers, and Rachel and Artie are their kids.“ Santana answered this time, while B was over my shoulder trying to eat the brownie dough.
“Are them going to school with us? Rachel and Artie, I mean?”
“I would think so. We didn’t want to interrupt them or anything. Actually, I told them we all would help them moving and stuff. I’ll go call the others, and you should go when you are done.”
“Alright. Take B with you. The only hand she is giving me is one that is stealing all of my brownies.”
Santana chuckled and dragged B out of the house.
##########
After I was done with the brownies I went to my new neighbors and rang the bell. It had taken me longer to bake the brownies, I had to do an extra recipe there was enough for everybody.
A girl shorter then me answered the door. I realized she was the one I had seen from my window. She looked really tired, but had a huge smile anyway. One of the cutest smiles I’ve ever seen.
I realized she was saying something and stopped daydreaming.
“Hi, I’m Quinn. I’m from the house in front. I baked some brownies to welcome you to the street. “ I said trying to copy the smile from the brunette.
“Hello Quinn, nice to meet you. Thank you for the brownies. I am very glad to have such nice neighbor. That is, if you really cooked them. “ She said, winking at me. “My name is Rachel Berry.”
“If I knew you would be so rude, I would have eaten them by myself. If you excuse me, I will do so now” I said, trying to hide my smirk, while I turned around.
“That won’t be necessary, I can be nice if that means free brownies. Also, only home baked brownies could smell so good. Come on in.”
She grabbed a brownie and winked at me again.
There was something about her. I can’t describe, but she made every part of my body smile.
I followed her into the living room. There were a few boxes scattered around, but most were gone. All the gang plus the new family were either sitting at a couch or at the floor.
“Fathers, Artie, this is Quinn. Quinn, this is Dad, Daddy and Artie.”
“You can call me Brett and him Drie.” One of her fathers said with a big smile.
“She brought brownies!”
“Rachel, could you please put them on the kitchen so we can eat them later?” Drie said.
“No, mine. All mine” she said with a voice of a three year old while she took the brownies form my and sat at a corner.
“Bad idea giving her the brownies. Now we nobody will have any.” Artie said with a smirk.
Brittany made a sad face, and Santana was ready to attack Rachel to get them
“Geez, no need to go all crazy about them.” I said walking in Rachel’s direction.
She squealed, got up and started running. While everybody was laughing, I went after her.
She locked herself what I assumed was a bathroom.
“Hey, crazy brownie lady, get out of there.“
She opened the door.
“Don’t call me that.” She said trying to sound mad.
She looked so adorable I wanted to hug her.
“Share them with everybody, and I won’t call you that.”
“But they are so good. They can have it another time.”
“If you share, I will bake them for you once a week, every week.”
“Only for me?” She looked with her hopeful little eyes at me. I don’t think I could ever deny anything to that look.
“Yes, only for you.”
“Ok”
We walked back. Before we entered the living room, I heard her mumble something that sounded like “I like you.”
I didn’t have time to question her; her parents came out of the living room.
“We are going walk around the neighborhood, and then buy groceries.” Drie said.
“I tried to convince we could do that tomorrow, but it would take more energy than actually going out.” Brett said with a roll of eyes, which gained him a slap in the arm from Drie.
“Bye, nice to meet you.”
“Likewise.”
They were almost out of the door, when Brett came back.
“And Quinn, make sure our little drama queen here don’t eat all the brownies.”
“I will”
We went back to the living room, everybody either laughing or smiling. Except for one person. Finn Hudson, my boyfriend, was not very amused by our little scene. I could see he was trying to hold his anger and smile, but it didn’t work.
I didn’t understand him, but I would talk to him later. Right now I had to make sure the small brunette wouldn’t eat all of the brownies.
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