fic: Sometimes (I Wish) 5/??

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Fandom: Glee
Title: Sometimes (I Wish)
Author: jt4702(JT)

Chapter 5

Thanksgiving Day is the same craziness and utter chaos that has surrounded all three families since Rachel was four. This year, the ‘dinner’ is hosted at the Berrys. There is enough food to feed an army, but after last year’s gathering where Alex and Gabe devoured just about everything in sight save for the vegetables and Rachel’s vegan dishes. At least Rachel and Kelly didn’t go hungry since the girl is vegetarian. They are all ecstatic Rachel has started eating dairy and egg products again. It’s definitely a lot easier to have the more traditional side dishes without major modifications.

Everyone is ecstatic that Rachel finally stood up for herself when she tells them what happened the day before during Glee. It doesn’t escape the others that Rachel is smiling more and she’s occasionally exchanging texts with Quinn and Puck.

“Will you be returning to Glee this coming Monday?” Leroy asks softly, knowing how important Glee is for his daughter, but also hating how they all take advantage of her.

“I don’t know. I doubt that after my outburst yesterday that Mr. Schue will give me another solo any time soon. He’ll probably just come up with something similar to what he said and did just before Sectionals as a way to punish me. At least this time he’ll be justified in doing so.” Rachel says defeated.

Everyone at the table sighs at that. They hate how Rachel has changed over the past year, especially during her romances with Jesse and Finn. At least by dumping Finn, the girl is slowly taking control of her life back. They can’t help but wish fervently that the confident girl from just a year before would return.

“If he does, he’s a bigger idiot than I thought.” Kelly says. “You don’t need them Little Robin. It’s the other way around. They’re the ones who need you. Don’t give them that power over you or your future. I know you think you need them for your college applications, and for most people that would be the case. You, my dear girl are the biggest exception because any college you choose to apply to would be lucky to have you. I’ll never know as much about music as you do, but I can tell you that your voice truly is unique. No one has the range you do. I’ve heard you cover every imaginable song and make it sound amazing. I’ve seen you tweak things so that you can make those songs your own and suit your style. You’re the only one I know who can take a punk song and have it sound like something out of a Broadway musical. Those idiotic cheerleaders and jocks at McKinley have written some really mean sh… crap about your music videos, but that’s their jealousy speaking. You’ve seen the comments unbiased people have made about the quality of your singing. Don’t let those wannabes hiding behind a computer have that kind of power over you.” Kelly adds.

“And before you say anything, Kel never showed your videos to her friends. They walked in on us when she was showing me one of your latest songs. Those comments are all genuine.” Alex says before Rachel can counter anything. “Wow Kel. Who knew you had it in you to be able to speak and not end up with your foot in your mouth.” Alex adds facing his sister, making everyone laugh.

The rest of the meal is spent joking about various things and of course, ends with a promise from Rachel to visit more, especially on days her fathers work late. After the clean up, the parents retire to Leroy’s study to catch up while Rachel and the rest of the ‘kids’ make a beeline to the entertainment room in the basement. They finalise their plans to meet the next day. Kelly bites down on her remarks about Puck, but especially Quinn after a well placed glare from Alex. Yes, he is also worried the cheerleader is up to no good, but he also can see that even with as much crap as Rachel has been dealing with since the drama with Finn, the little diva has also been more relaxed. He would like to think that Rachel is right in always giving people a chance to make amends. He makes it a point to say something along the lines of not judging Quinn until at least they all have a chance to interact with the blonde in question. He of course prays that the girl will be done with extra chances where one Finn Hudson is concerned. Once they agree with the time, Rachel sends a quick text to Quinn and Puck so those two can work out who is driving, and whose car they will take. At least with Quinn going there is no choice but to take two cars now and she doesn’t feel so guilty. They are set to meet at Rachel’s house for breakfast and then drive to Columbus with Puck and Quinn following. The rest of the evening is spent playing on Rachel’s Wii.

* * *
Quinn’s Thanksgiving is nice, quiet, and relaxed for the first time ever. The house isn’t filled to the brim with relatives all trying to show off and outdo each other. Her sister is still frosty towards her and unfortunately, blames Quinn for their parents’ separation and soon to be official and finalised divorce. It doesn’t help that Quinn still resents Frannie for not helping her during the time she was homeless.

Judy smiles at the relaxed and smiling face of her youngest daughter. She has noticed how Quinn has been smiling more. She knows she will never hear the end of it from the rest of her family because she had flat out refused to have anyone over for Thanksgiving and had held on steadfast on her refusal to go to anyone else’s as well. She knows how much Quinn has always hated all major holidays because it meant stifling relatives all trying to outshine the other. At least her father understands and she will forever be grateful at how adamant he was when he had told his other children to leave Judy and Quinn alone so the two could reconnect.

“What are you thinking about Quinnie?” Judy asks with a smile of her own.

“Not much. I’m really enjoying how nice it is with just the two of us. Thanks Mom. I know you were getting a lot of flak from everyone else.” Quinn answers.

“I’m glad, but I can’t take all the credit. Your grandpa Aaron helped a lot. He’s the one who got the rest to stop their harassment.” Judy says with a small laugh. She hates to think that the only reason they listened to her dad was because they are all afraid to be cut off his will. It sickens her, but she won’t mention anything because she doesn’t want to ruin things for Quinn, although from the look she’s getting from her daughter, she probably suspects it as well. They keep their suspicions quiet through a mutual silent agreement. Today is to be spent relaxing and bonding.

There are no fancy plate settings, and instead of the stifling dining room, they are perched on the breakfast counter. The only traditional holiday fare they have is a pumpkin pie Judy had made from scratch, with Quinn’s ‘help’. The rest of their meal consists of stuffed chicken breasts, a side salad of baby greens and wild rice. Nothing too crazy and definitely no leftovers to deal with. The two blondes actually manage to have some quality time, talking and getting to know each other all over again. By the end of the day, both blondes make a mental note to let Aaron Quinn know just how much they appreciate his help for such a wonderful day. They have never been closer and that is a cause for celebration and a reason to be truly thankful.

* * *
Puck’s Thanksgiving is spent at his maternal grandmother’s place. It’s the usual gossip fest between the adults, and non-stop griping over his past mistakes. He wishes he could have just stayed home. If it weren’t for the fact that his mom has been on top of his community service, he would have claimed he had to stay behind for that purpose. He knows he has made a lot of mistakes, but is it too much to ask to go one day without someone reminding him of what a fuck up he is. He wishes he could spend the day with Rachel and her family. Rachel might harp on him, but she tempers it with compliments and a true belief that he can make something good out of his life. Being the only male child in his family doesn’t help. The expectations everyone has for him are staggering. He wishes he could spend the rest of the day drunk out of his mind. He wishes he could spend a day with his family where he is not made to feel like such a failure.

* * *
Rachel sends a quick text to Puck wishing him a good night. She knows more than likely she won’t get a reply. If anything, Puck is probably locked in his room, his phone silent with a headset on and as he blasts away his frustration through his video games.

Rachel is delighted when she receives another text from Quinn just as she gets ready for bed. It has become something they have done since they started to work on their differences. She feels nervous about their meeting tomorrow. Part of her is happy because she gets to see Puck and Quinn. The other part is afraid of what might happen. She sends a quiet prayer to any and all deities listening that things will work out because there is always the potential that Kelly’s volatile temper mixed with Quinn’s HBIC façade and attitude will result in some explosive arguments. Then of course there is the possibility of Puck saying something stupid and with his quick temper added in the mixture, Rachel actually cringes at some of the possible outcomes. She actually has to admit that having two cars is actually a genius idea. If she wasn’t so environmentally conscious, she’d suggest driving her own car just so she has an out if things really get out of hand.

* * *
Quinn is quite nervous about spending time with Rachel’s friends. She has seen how protective they can be and even though she knows she deserves it, she hopes she won’t have to be on the receiving end of that protective streak. She makes a mental note to be on her best behaviour in order to make sure Rachel has a good time. She keeps telling herself that whatever hostility directed her way, however well deserved, would be nothing more than one of Sue’s tirades, hoping that is enough to keep her temper in check. After all, she has mastered the skill of filtering all the unnecessary words and only focus on what’s important when Sue speaks to them. She is brought out of her musings by the chirping of her phone. She smiles when she reads the message.

Rachel B: Relax. Everything will work out.

Quinn quickly types her response.

Thanks Rach. Sweet dreams.

Both girls go to bed with a smile on their faces.

* * *
Quinn is not sure what to expect. All she has been told is that Rachel and the others usually meet at least once in that little café whenever Alex, Gabe, and Kelly are visiting. Any attempts of striking up a conversation with Puck die down when all she gets are grunts and the occasional one-word answer. Quinn knows that music is involved, so more than likely it means that Rachel will sing. She can hardly contain her excitement. Listening to Rachel sing is an experience she will never get tired of, especially when it happens without their teammates’ pressure and the pressure to win. Quinn is nearly bouncing in the passenger seat of Puck’s truck by the time they pull in the Berrys’ driveway. She breaks into a huge grin when the front door opens and Rachel runs out to meet them.

“Good morning Rach.” Quinn greets softy as she is helped off the truck by petite hands.

“Good morning Quinn. Did you sleep all right? Did you have an acceptable Thanksgiving?” Rachel asks, pulling the blonde for a quick hug.

“It was great. I wish all upcoming holidays could be as relaxing. I didn’t have to deal with throngs of nosy and stuck up relatives.” Quinn says with a genuine smile, returning the hug eagerly, nearly melting in the embrace. “How about yours?” She adds.

“The usual chaos of three families. It was great.” Rachel says smiling just as big.

“Here. I know you said I didn’t have to bring anything, but I got some whole grain croissants from the bakery down on Elm and Seventh.” Quinn says as she hands Rachel a neatly tied box.

“Thanks. I love these. I missed them when I went vegan.” Rachel takes the box with a grin, her mouth watering as they wait for Puck to get out of the truck.

“Hey Rach.” Puck greets with a half smile, trying to cover his frustration.

“Here Rach. I got this.” Quinn says as she takes the box from Rachel’s hand, earning her a grateful smile from the diva.

Rachel immediately goes on alert by the tone of his voice. “Good morning Noah.” Rachel says softly, moving over to hug him as well. “What happened? I thought things were better when I got your text last night.” Rachel asks once she pulls apart.

“I can’t stay. I’m only dropping Quinn off. Mom got called in to work last minute and we can’t get in touch with our usual sitter. Mom nearly bit my head off when I suggested I’d bring the squirt along. There’s no one to watch the kid, so I gotta stay home.” Puck says getting worked up all over again.

Quinn does a double take at that. He had said nothing when he picked her up. It certainly explains why he has been so quiet and looking so angry during their drive over. She had assumed it was because of the whole separate cars bit. “You could have said something. I would have been more than happy to drive over here.” Quinn says slightly annoyed.

“I wanted to see Rachel and explain in person. I also don’t think it’s such a hot idea for you drive to Columbus on your own.” Puck says lifting his hands up in defence. “Before you say anything else, it’s not because you’re a chick. I know you’re a good driver, Quinn. The drive to Columbus is a long one, and there are lots of nutjobs that’ll probably be returning from their Black Friday shopping expeditions. I don’t like the idea of you facing them on your own. What if you guys get separated or something?” Puck says as he shoves his hands in his pockets, leaving behind a dumbfounded Quinn. He then turns his attention to the diva. “Rachel, you tell your friends that Quinn will ride with all of you. And before you girls go nuts on me with your feminist rants, let me remind you that because of my pool cleaning side job, I’ve clocked a hell of a lot more miles as a driver. I’m thinking about your safety here. We’re not talking a ten minute drive, but a nearly two-hour drive one way, with lots of whackos on the loose.” Puck adds in as serious a tone as they have ever heard him use.

“I agree with Noah.” Rachel says quickly. She’s not sure how Quinn will take Puck’s words because she can still see them be at odds around the other. She knows they have talked about Beth, but there is still a lot they need to work through before they can truly be comfortable with each other. “Noah, you should have said something though. I would have been more than happy picking Quinn up. It’s nice to see you though.” Rachel adds before she stands on her tippy toes and pecks him on the cheek. “You’re so sweet. Thank you.” Rachel says as she wraps her arms around his torso, pulling him for a hug.

“Thanks Puck. I’m sorry I lost my cool.” Quinn says awkwardly. She’s not used to seeing this side of Puck, nor is she used to people looking after her with no ulterior motives. This is the side of Puck that only Rachel knows, and she feels privileged that she gets to see it as well.

“Call me when you get back. We can hang out tomorrow or something.” Puck says stepping away as he starts to make his way back to his truck.

“I’ll definitely see you tomorrow Noah. Thank you for looking after Quinn. I wouldn’t have been happy with her driving to Columbus by herself either.” Rachel says.

Quinn walks over to the driver’s side and waits for Puck to lower his window. “You’re not so bad once you put aside that badass persona of yours. See you in school.” Quinn says before she steps away to a safe distance.

“Take care of her, Quinn. Prove me right and the rest wrong.” Puck says softly before he drives off.

Puck’s words leave a smile on Quinn’s face. At least he isn’t questioning her sincerity and her desire to be friends with Rachel any more. Her smile falters when she catches sight of Rachel’s pensive look. The pessimist in her automatically thinks Rachel is probably regretting inviting her to tag along now that Puck isn’t there to act as buffer. That is until she remembers the conversations she has had one-on-one with Rachel. They never felt forced, so with a bit of effort, she tells her pessimistic side to stuff it. She’s not going to ruin something that feels so right by jumping to conclusions.

“You okay?” Quinn asks tilting her head to the side.

“Yeah. I’m debating what will save our sanity better. Driving with you in my car, or just take one car and hope for the best.” Rachel says cringing slightly. “I know we kind of let Noah believe we’re going to take one car, but I don’t know if I can take all the bickering that might ensue when Kelly’s protective side kicks in and your HBIC side reacts. Especially when it’s not fair to you. I don’t want you to regret coming.” Rachel adds shyly.

Rachel’s words make Quinn smile. She feels all warm and fuzzy that the diva was thinking of her comfort. “We can do whatever you think is best. I promise you won’t have anything to worry about from me. I’ll be on my best behaviour. These are your friends, and I know they love you. They have every right to mistrust me.” Quinn says feeling slightly guilty.

“No, they don’t. They don’t know you. All the information they get comes second hand from me. It’s not fair of them to judge you based solely on my biased accounts. There are two sides to every story.” Rachel says stepping closer to Quinn.

“I’ve been an outright bitch to you. They have all the right in the world to treat me like crap and doubt my intentions.” Quinn says feeling the crushing weight of her guilt settle on her shoulders.

“We all deserve a chance to fix our mistakes.” Rachel says as she places a hand on Quinn’s forearm.

“You’re really a wonderful person.” Quinn says in awe.

“I’m not. I’ve done my fair share of bad things. I promised you a second chance and I meant it. You have given me no reason to doubt your sincerity. In a few days, you’ve made my life at school pleasant, not just bearable. Thank you.” Rachel says as she pulls Quinn into a hug.

Quinn is taken aback by the words and the feel of Rachel wrapping her arms around her once again. The hug feels slightly awkward because she is still holding a box of pastries in one of her hands, but she doesn’t let that deter her from enjoying the moment. She wraps her own arms around Rachel’s shoulder as best as she can and marvels at how easily their bodies fit together. Quinn rests her right cheek on top of Rachel’s head and inhales deeply. She smiles when she catches a light fragrance of honeysuckle and jasmine. It’s slowly becoming one of her favourite scents. Reluctantly, they pull apart.

“Are your friends here yet?” Quinn asks, eyes glancing around the Berry driveway.

“Not yet. They should be arriving soon. Come with me.” Rachel says grabbing the box from Quinn’s hand and taking the blonde’s hand in hers. “Give me your coat.” Rachel adds once they’re inside.

Quinn’s smile fades the moment they enter the kitchen and she sees Rachel’s dads drinking coffee and reading the newspaper on the breakfast counter.

“Dad, Daddy. This is Quinn Fabray. Quinn, these are Hiram and Leroy Berry, my dads.” Rachel says as she sets the box of croissants on top of the breakfast island.

“Umm. Nice to meet you sirs.” Quinn says extending her right hand nervously.

“Hi Quinn. The pleasure is all ours. And please call me Leroy. Sir or Mr. Berry would only get too confusing.” Leroy says with a kind smile as he takes Quinn’s hand in his.

“Hello Quinn. It’s nice to make your acquaintance. Rachel has said some really wonderful things about you. By the way, you were fantastic during Sectionals. And Leroy is correct. Please call me Hiram.” Hiram says as he takes a bewildered Quinn’s hand into both of his, smiling sweetly at her. His eyes then focus on the box his daughter has put on the island. “Are those from ‘The Pastry Box’?” Hiram asks.

“Yes, they are. Quinn was kind enough to bring something even though I asked her to only bring herself.” Rachel says while she rummages through the refrigerator.

“Girl, you just endeared yourself to my husband big time. He is addicted to anything and everything that is sold at that bakery.” Leroy says with a chuckle.

“Their things only come in second to Rachel’s baking.” Hiram adds quickly.

“It’s okay Dad. You can like their baking better than mine.” Rachel says chuckling at her parents.

Quinn stands there transfixed. She loves to see this unguarded side of Rachel. This isn’t the girl who is all big words and all about Glee winning competitions, and her future as a star. This is a girl enjoying her fathers’ company. She smiles when she thinks that she finally gets to have this type of relationship with her mother.

“Quinn… Quinn!” Rachel tries calling a few times. She sets her armful of ingredients on the counter before she walks around the island and waves her hand in front of the blonde a few times. “Quinn. Do I need to send out a search party inside that pretty little head of yours?” Rachel tries again, finally snapping the blonde out of her thoughts.

“Oh, sorry Rach. I got caught in my thoughts.” Quinn answers sheepishly once she sees Rachel’s hand waving in front of her. “What can I do to help?” She asks, blushing slightly. The colour on her cheeks turns darker and spread further when she catches a glimpse of two smirking men.

“Just keep me company. Are you allergic to anything at all? Or is there anything you hate eating?” Rachel asks while she puts on the same apron she had on two nights ago.

That’s when Quinn realises Rachel isn’t wearing her usual school attire. The girl has on a pair of dark washed skinny jeans with a form fitting royal blue mock turtle neck sweater. Her outfit is finished with a pair of two-inch boots. ‘That’s why she seemed taller earlier when she hugged me.’ Quinn thinks.

“I’d listen to her if I were you Quinn. Rachel hates it when people get in her way when she is cooking. We wouldn’t want her to chase you out of the kitchen with a wooden spoon, or worse yet, a spatula.” Hiram says shuddering, the memory of the day before still fresh in his mind.

“Rachel only went after him with a wooden spoon because he kept trying to eat the components for the dessert she was going to bake. Don’t listen to him. You’re our guest, so sit and keep my baby girl company. Though if I were you, I’d take the stool closest to the door in case Rachel decides a repeat of last night is necessary.” Leroy says through light chuckles that turn into full blown laughter after he hears Hiram scoff beside him.

“All right guys, stop picking on your only daughter.” Rachel says as she pulls her hair into a messy bun.

“Okay, no more. We won’t embarrass you in front of your friend yet. We’ll wait until we get to know each other better. That way she can join in the fun.” Leroy says, still roaring with laughter.

Quinn giggles at Rachel’s indignant look, but she manages to stifle them before Rachel notices, causing Leroy to laugh even harder.

“Come one, Honey. Let’s take our leave before we’re banished to eating cold cereal or instant oatmeal for breakfast.” Hiram says as he pulls a slightly contrite looking Leroy with him. “Oh Hon, and make yourself useful, why don’t you and grab our coffee.” He adds.

“That’s all I am to you, aren’t I? Your servant.” Leroy says playfully as he gathers the mugs from the counter.

“Drat! I’ve been found out.” Hiram says chuckling now.

“Well, girls, I’ll see you later. My master calls.” Leroy says as he follows with both coffee mugs and the newspapers they were reading.

“I’ll let you know when breakfast is ready.” Rachel calls out after her dads’ retreating figures with a small chuckle.

“Are they always like that?” Quinn asks as she perches herself in one of the stools on the other side of the island. She had never seen her parents act that way around each other when they were still together.

“Yes, they are. I had hoped that with you here they’d hold off until they got to know you a bit better. I hope they haven’t scared you off.” Rachel says as she starts to sort the ingredients in front of her. “By the way, you never answered my questions.” She adds.

“Huh?” Quinn manages to say, replaying the last few minutes in her head, hoping she can remember what Rachel had asked.

“It’s okay. I just wanted to know if you have any food allergies and if there is anything you don’t like to eat.” Rachel says giggling at the confused look on her newest friend’s face. She honestly hopes that this won’t turn out like just about every other relationship she has had so far, where the other party always chooses their reputation and popularity. She likes this version of Quinn the girl with dreams and hopes, instead of Quinn Fabray, Head Bitch In Charge of McKinley.

“No food allergies to my knowledge. As long as you’re not going to serve me liver or any other internal organ, I’m fine.” Quinn says making a disgusted face.

“I have yet to know of a breakfast fare that uses liver or internal organs, so you have nothing to worry about on that end. Now, on to more important business, since you’re the only one here on time, you get to pick what we have for breakfast.” Rachel says as she looks at the clock on the microwave.

“Anything you decide is fine with me, really.” Quinn says with a smile.

“I insist. You’re my guest. Within reason, anything is fair game.” Rachel insists.

Quinn takes a look at everything Rachel has set on the breakfast island. “I really have no idea. I mean, I see a bunch of things in front of me and I have no clue what you can make with them. My mom is the one who takes care of the cooking. I can microwave with the best of them though.” Quinn admits with a silly smile.

“How about I give you a few options and you tell me what you’d rather have?” Rachel asks.

“I can live with that. But really, you can just make whatever or ask your dads.” Quinn replies.

“My dads will eat anything and everything I make. The others can suck it since they’re running late. I can make pancakes, French toast, waffles, crêpes, eggs with bacon or sausage, and some really bland things like oatmeal. I could also bake muffins. I think I have enough ingredients for berry explosion and oatmeal raisins ones.” Rachel says with a smile.

“You know how to make crêpes?” Quinn asks amazed.

“When I’m not in ballet, piano or voice lessons, I have quite a bit of free time. There is only so much take out a girl can eat and not balloon out the size of the Goodyear blimp. Not to mention I’d be a walking ticking bomb for hypertension and heart disease, so I took it upon myself to learn how to cook. As a result, I found out I’m quite good at it, if I do say so myself.” Rachel says. “Does that mean you’d prefer crêpes over anything else I mentioned?” Rachel adds.

“Do we have enough time for that?” Quinn asks, but not really admitting that her mouth is watering at the prospect of crêpes. She can’t remember the last time she had them.

“Of course we do. We’re not really on a set schedule.” Rachel replies with an easy smile as she starts to gather everything she will need, her mind already made up at the look on Quinn’s face. “Do I need to know of any dietary restrictions imposed by Ms. Sylvester?” Rachel adds as she starts to measure out ingredients into a bowl.

“Not really. As long as we keep within her weight parameters, then we’re fine. She only flips out when we start to gain weight.” Quinn replies. “Thank you for asking. Most people don’t bother and if I mention anything, they have a fit about how controlling Coach is and I’ll admit that as a result, at one point, every single Cheerio has had issues with body image. What most people don’t understand is that in order for us to be able to do the lifts, tosses, twirls, flips and summersaults, we have to stay to a very strict weight window.” Quinn adds softly.

“The same holds true for ballet. I have been playing with this recipe to keep as much flavour as possible while still be healthy. I still haven’t found the perfect balance yet. I don’t want to subject you to my experiments, so I was going to use the original full-fat recipe as closely as I could. I don’t want to be the reason Ms. Sylvester yells at you or something because her bloodhounds manage to sniff the remnants of this breakfast when we’re back to school on Monday.” Rachel says while she mixes the crêpe batter.

Rachel’s quip causes Quinn to burst out in laughter. “For someone who doesn’t have a lot of contact with Coach Sylvester, you sure seem to have her pegged down to a T.” Quinn says once she recovers. “Don’t worry about it. As long as I don’t go back on Monday having gained five pounds, I’m in the clear.” She adds.

“The only thing I’m deviating is the fact that I’m substituting some of the milk for almond milk because it gives the final product a really aromatic flavour.” Rachel continues with a small chuckle. She feels like patting herself on the back for being the cause of the blonde’s mirth. She loves this unguarded version of Quinn.

Quinn watches in awe as Rachel mixes everything in the bowl, without so much as hunting around for a recipe. When the diva is done, she quickly covers the batter with plastic wrap and sets it aside.

“Any particular fillings you prefer? I was thinking of a mixed berries and caramel apple and pear slices, but I’m open to suggestions.” Rachel says as she starts to get the fruits ready. “Normally I’d offer you a better selection, but we seem to be running a bit low on fruits, seeing as most of them were used for Thanksgiving the day before.” Rachel says with an apologetic smile.

“God Rach. Don’t apologise please. You’re the one making me food. What you just said sounds heavenly.” Quinn says shaking her head.

Rachel smiles and starts to wash and put assorted berries into a mixing bowl. She adds honey and mixes everything with a wooden spoon. When she is satisfied with that, she covers the bowl and sets it aside. Then she proceeds to peel, core and slice apples and pears. When she is done, she squirts some lemon juice and quickly cleans up her mess.

“Isn’t that a bit much?” Quinn asks as she sees the amount of food Rachel is preparing.

Rachel laughs heartily at that. “Not when one is cooking for bottomless pits.” Rachel says in between bouts of laughter.

“Hey, we resemble that remark.” Alex says walking into the kitchen, quickly followed by Gabe and Kelly. “Sorry we’re late, but Mom needed our help with Fusilli.” Alex adds as he manoeuvres to where Rachel is. He kisses her cheek and gives her a quick one-armed hug before he moves out of the way. The last thing he wants is for Rachel to go after him with some cooking utensil.

Alex quickly moves to the other side of the island and sits on the other end of the breakfast counter. “Good morning Quinn.” He says politely.

“Good morning.” Quinn says softly, tensing up slightly.

“Hey. And you couldn’t have texted me or something to let me know?” Rachel asks as she adds sugar and some water into a deep pan.

“Hey Little Robin.” Gabe says as he follows and gives Rachel a peck on her cheek and settles on a stool beside Quinn. “Hey Quinn.” He greets with a friendly smile, making the blonde relax a bit.

“Hello Gabriel.” Quinn says shyly.

“It’s Gabe.” He says with a wink. “And don’t worry, I know for a fact I don’t bite. Can’t say anything about those two though.” He adds with another wink. He smiles when he sees the blonde relax further and Rachel’s mouthed ‘thank you’.

“Hey Little Robin.” Kelly says as she too moves towards Rachel, but she’s stopped by a hand holding a wooden spoon.

“Don’t. I’m making caramel, and I don’t want to accidentally burn you with it.” Rachel says. “Oh, and hi.” She adds with a sheepish smile.

“I should be insulted, but I’m not. You’re lucky you’re such a good cook.” Kelly says as she settles on the last stool between Alex and Gabe.

“Good morning Kelly.” Quinn says in what she hopes is a friendly tone when the older brunette sits down without so much as a look her way.

“Oh, right. Good morning, Quinn is it? I’m unsure, seeing as Rachel’s offers of friendship are always turned down.” Kelly says with a fake smile on her face and an overly sweet voice.

Rachel shoots her a pointed look while Alex and Gabe both elbow her and shake their heads at her, disappointment clearly etched on each of their faces, to go along the slight shocked one on Quinn’s face.

“Excuse us for a moment, why don’t you? My sister and I have some pending business to discuss.” Alex says before anything else can be said once he takes a good look at Rachel’s worried and disappointed face. He quickly gets up, covers Kelly’s mouth with his hand, and literally drags his sister out into the living room.

“I’m sorry Quinn. That was completely uncalled for. Regardless of what has happened, the fact that Rachel is willing to give you a second chance should be more than enough for us. Especially when we can see that even after she dumped the troll, I mean, Finn, she has been happier than we’ve seen her since the last time we were back.” Gabe says immediately.

“It’s not your apology to make Gabe, but I appreciate the gesture. Besides, I deserve that and more. It’s no secret that I’ve been a total bitch to Rachel.” Quinn says softly, eyes locked on Rachel.

Rachel smiles at his thoughtfulness. She looks at the pot of melting sugar and water and decides that a pot of caramel is not worth her new friend being upset. She turns the burner off, makes her way to where Quinn is seated, and pulls the blonde into a hug. Quinn says softly as she melts into Rachel’s comforting arms.

“I’m sorry Quinn. This is all my fault. I was being selfish because I wanted to spend time with you and the others. I never thought it would cause such a problem. I knew the others would take some time warming up to you, but I never thought anyone would be outright rude to you like that. I hope you don’t regret accepting my offer of friendship because you certainly did not deserve that from Kel.” Rachel says sadly.

“I’ll be right back.” Gabe says as he too gets up and leaves the kitchen, without giving the other girls a chance to say anything else.

* * *
Gabe stomps his way to the living room and catches up with his two best friends before they manage to even sit down on the couch.

“What the fuck was that Kelly? We agreed to keep things friendly and to give the kids a chance.” Gabe hisses out, barely able to contain his anger, Rachel’s words to Quinn reminding him just how sensitive she is.

“It’s her own fault for treating Rachel like that. She actually made herself right at home, laughing and joking as if nothing bad ever happened between them. Like she hasn’t been responsible for a big chunk of Rachel’s unhappiness.” Kelly counters, though she is slightly taken aback by Gabe’s anger. He is usually so laid back.

“Cut the crap Sis. You know you’re in the wrong here. We promised Rachel we’d behave. We promised Rachel we’d give her schoolmates and new friends a chance to prove themselves.” Alex says.

“No. You cut the crap. If it was the troll here you’d be going off on him and even with the threat of jail time you’d beat the shit out of him. How is it different from my reaction with Malibu Barbie?” Kelly snaps.

“It’s different because he claimed to love Rachel while he did all that crap to her. Since they’ve met, Rachel and Quinn have always been at odds with each other. Up until recently, Quinn never claimed to be Rachel’s friend, nor did she try to hide under nice words while she slowly tore Rachel apart at the seams like Douche Boy has been doing. You seem to forget one very important detail. Have you seen Rachel happier than she has been these last few days?” Alex counters immediately, making sure to keep his voice down. He knows the girls know they’re the subject of this talk, but he still doesn’t want them to hear the exchange.

“Don’t Kelly. I agree with Alex. Rachel is blaming herself for your fuck up. She is apologising to Quinn because you can’t seem to get your head out of your ass. I get it that you feel like shit because you couldn’t foresee what St. Wanker and the others did to Rachel last year, but treating anyone who tries to befriend her like crap isn’t the solution. You’re all the way in the outskirts of Chicago. Do you really want Rachel to spend the rest of her junior and the entirety of her senior year alone because you scare off anyone who tries to befriend her? Do you think that’s fair?” Gabe adds before Kelly can launch into another round of excuses to justify her actions.

“I don’t want her to remain alone with only us as her friends. You know I want a better life for her. You’ve seen what that girl has written on Rachel’s MySpace videos. You’ve heard from Rachel herself how this girl has treated her since freshman year. How do I know she’s not setting her up for some epic humiliation?” Kelly says a lot more subdued now. She never wanted Rachel to feel guilty or bad about wanting to have friends.

“Because I’ve been paying attention to not just only what Rachel says, but how she says it. Because Quinn has been there for Rachel when we haven’t been able to these last few days. And no, I don’t think that a few days of being nice negate everything else that has happened between them, but you also need to realise that Rachel isn’t completely innocent either. She willingly went after a guy who was already taken. She didn’t back off when she thought the troll was the one who fathered Quinn’s baby, and she sure as hell didn’t have the right to say a single thing about the baby’s paternity once she found out about it. No matter what, it was never her secret to reveal. If they are both willing to put their differences aside and work towards becoming good friends, then who the fuck are we to say anything about it? Right now, Rachel is in the kitchen with one of the few people who have stuck up openly for her. And as I said to Rachel and Quinn before, if Rachel is willing to give someone a second chance, then I’m going to trust her judgment.” Gabe says calmer as well.

“How can you just forgive her after everything she has done to Rachel?” Kelly asks as she shakes her head in disbelief.

“Quinn has done nothing to me. It’s not up to me to forgive her. It’s always been up to Rachel. I trust her judgement.” Gabe says with a shake of his own head.

“What about us? Where does that leave us?” Kelly asks, though both young men hear the underlying ‘what about me?’ in those questions.

“Sis, you’re not going to lose Rachel as your friend just because she makes new ones. How many times have we wished for something like this to happen? Until Quinn gives us a reason to doubt her sincerity, retract the claws and give the kid a chance. Putting her on the defensive will accomplish nothing but a lousy time for all of us and cause Rachel even more grief. Don’t make her choose because it isn’t fair. Once we return to college, Rachel will once again be on her own. She has the chance to remedy that, and I sure as hell don’t want to be responsible for ruining any chances she has of making new friends.” Alex says softly as he takes his sister’s hand in his.

“What if Rachel gets hurt really bad? Those two don’t have the best track record and we all know what she has done to Rachel.” Kelly pushes on.

“No, we don’t. We only know Rachel’s side of the situation. Even if Rachel’s accounts have been one hundred percent accurate without any embellishment, the fact of the matter is that now Rachel feels like she can trust Quinn. Give them both the benefit of the doubt. Don’t judge Quinn based solely on her past actions. Let it go for now Sis.” Alex says in a tired voice. “I don’t want Rachel to blame herself because you’re a hot headed ass Kel.” He adds when he sees Kelly ready to reply with another set of arguments and excuses to justify her actions and distrust towards the Head Cheerio.

“It’s not your decision to make Kel.” Gabe adds.

“Does she really blame herself?” Kelly asks sadly. Leave it to Rachel to take on the weight of the world on her shoulders. “And it’s not that I don’t want her to have friends, especially ones that are her age. I just don’t want her to get hurt all over again if all of a sudden Quinn decides that popularity is more important. We all know how easily Rachel gets attached to people.” Kelly adds.

“Yes, she actually apologised to Quinn. She stopped cooking just so she could comfort her new friend. That should show you how much Rachel already cares.” Gabe answers.

“If we’re wrong, and Quinn ends up doing something to humiliate or hurt Rachel, I’ll drive you here myself to kick her ass.” Alex adds with a smirk.

The words of the other two finally click in Kelly’s head, and she can’t help but feel guilty at her own behaviour. She has been ranting about how the sheep at McKinley have been treating Rachel like shit based only on rumours and second hand accounts, and here she is doing the exact same thing to someone else. She lowers her head in shame.

“I’ll behave. I’ll give Quinn a chance and hope that she’ll prove me wrong. If she does something mean to Rachel on purpose then I’ll kick her ass. You have my word.” Kelly says, already making up her mind to apologise to both girls.

“That’s all we’re asking for.” Alex says with a smile, glad that Kelly is finally seeing reason.

They slowly make their way to the kitchen, and they are floored by what they see.

* * *
Quinn instinctively wraps her own arms around Rachel and shifts so that the diva is nestled against her body, between her legs. She notices absently that even sitting down on the stool, she is still a little bit taller than Rachel is, even though the girl is standing and wearing heels. She files that information for later use. Right now, is definitely not the time for teasing. She’s brought out of her musings when she sees how sad Rachel looks. The way Rachel sounded so defeated, and how she truly believed this was her fault had made Quinn’s blood boil. She wants to unleash her inner bitch at Kelly, but deep down, she knows the girl had been justified in her behaviour. She had after all, been torturing Rachel since freshman year. She’ll just have to be happy with trying to cheer the diva up.

“Rach, it’s not your fault at all. I deserved that. I’d actually be worried if they didn’t come at me ready to rip me a new one. I’ve been awful to you, and I’m really grateful that you’re willing to give me another chance…” Quinn starts to speak, only to be interrupted by Rachel.

“Don’t you dare apologise again. We’ve gone over this before. We’ve forgiven each other of our past transgressions. Let it go please. And no matter what you think, you don’t deserve the sort of treatment you got from Kelly. They know me well enough that they should trust my judgement.” Rachel says as she looks into stormy hazel eyes.

“Maybe so, but you have to admit that your judgement went to pot during the time you’ve been with Finn.” Quinn says as she lifts one of her hands to brush a loose strand of Rachel’s hair behind her ears.

“But at least I’ve come to my senses.” Rachel mumbles out.

“Yes, you have.” Quinn says as she looks into Rachel’s eyes. She had never noticed how Rachel’s deep chocolate eyes have little gold specks under the right lighting.

Quinn is about to say something else when her stomach chooses that exact moment to remind them that they have yet to eat anything. Quinn blushes a deep crimson and hides her face in Rachel’s head.

“Mmm. Sounds like someone is hungry. I should get back to our breakfast.” Rachel says, though she makes no effort to really move away.

“I’ve been up since like seven this morning.” Quinn mumbles into Rachel’s hair.

That’s all Rachel needs to hear to pull herself together. “Oh my God! It’s nearly ten now. No wonder your body is protesting the lack of food.” Rachel says as she finally moves from the spot between Quinn’s legs and makes her way to the other side of the kitchen island. “Well, looks like I’m going to have to start a new batch of caramel.” Rachel adds as she sees the pot of crystallised sugar. She quickly tosses the pot in the sink as she searches for a replacement.

“Why do you have start over? Why can’t you just continue from before?” Quinn asks intrigued as she walks around to where Rachel is half-buried in one of the bottom cabinets.

Rachel finally finds a replacement pot big enough and sets it on the counter. “It would take me a lot longer to melt the sugar glob from before and not burn it now that it has hardened into a block of candy.” Rachel says as she points to the sink.

Quinn takes a peek and raises her eyebrows at the sight. “Hold on, does that mean that the apple and pear filling is going to be hard like brittle candy?” Quinn asks confused.

Rachel laughs at that. “You really don’t know much when it comes to cooking, do you?” Rachel asks amused.

“I really don’t. For as long as I can remember, my mom has always taken care of the cooking. If she didn’t feel like it, then we’d eat out or we’d have something delivered. My sister and I never had to learn, and my mom never asked us for help. I think it was a way for her to get some alone time, especially when she was still married to Russell.” Quinn admits, relieved she has someone she can trust.

“If you want, I can show you so you’ll know what I’m talking about.” Rachel says as she waves the blonde over to her.

“I won’t get in the way?” Quinn asks, remembering the earlier exchange with Leroy and Hiram. “I really don’t want to be hit over the head with a wooden spoon.” Quinn adds with a playful smile.

“Dad deserved it. Besides, I never hit him with it. I just chased him away from my kitchen. I was in the middle of something and even though I had made extra, with the way he was sampling everything, I’d have run short for the actual dessert.” Rachel says defensively. “You won’t have to worry about a thing unless you plan on sneaking in taste tests. But in all honesty, I’d avoid it when making caramel. You’d risk getting burned.” She adds.

“So this is your kitchen, huh?” Quinn asks with a playful smile.

“Of course it is. I do most of the cooking here. My dads are hopeless and I admit I’m too much of a control freak to eat something and not know what it is that’s going into my body.” Rachel says, feeling more at ease with Quinn now that they are back to a one-on-one setting.

Quinn smiles when she notices that Rachel is back to being relaxed. She hopes that whenever the others return, they won’t ruin things all over again. Well, she hopes Kelly won’t shove her foot in her mouth, and she hopes that if the older girl does, that she’ll be able to rein the HBIC that rules McKinley.

“Figures you’d be just as bossy at home as you’re in Glee.” Quinn says playfully, none of the malice that would have tainted the moment a mere week ago.

“Well, why mess with perfection?” Rachel says with a dramatic sigh.

“I can see why you’d take the acting world by storm. You’re such a drama queen.” Quinn says still as playful as before. Next thing either one of them knows, Quinn breaks out into a refrain from a well known song with a very blatant modification.

You are a drama queen
Young and sweet, only seventeen
Drama queen, feel the beat
From the tambourine, oh yeah.

“Oh my God! That’s not how the song goes and you know it. Besides, I’m not seventeen yet.” Rachel says, dropping the measuring cup as she lifts a wooden spoon and points threateningly in Quinn’s direction.

“It’s called ‘artistic license’. My version suits your unique situation better.” Quinn says in a fit of giggles. “You’re only sixteen?” Quinn asks once Rachel’s words sink in.

“Keep it up, and you might find yourself eating a bowl of cereal with milk. Artistic license my foot!” Rachel says, still brandishing the wooden spoon and waving it in Quinn’s general direction. “I won’t turn seventeen until mid-December.” Rachel says with a shrug.

“I’m surprised you didn’t threaten to give me a slice of bread with a glass of water.” Quinn says cheekily. She makes a mental note to find out when Rachel’s birthday is.

“I would have, but I baked the bread yesterday and that’d be too nice a treat.” Rachel replies in the same cheeky tone.

Both girls break out in a fit of giggles.

“Seriously now, come here.” Rachel motions to Quinn, putting down the wooden spoon.

“Only because you’re unarmed, and I’m really curious.” Quinn says grinning as she steps closer to where Rachel is.

“At its core, all hard candy is just crystallised sugar. I’ve played around with some, where I’ll add the proper colour and flavour. Chewy caramel is pretty much the same thing, but depending on the recipe and consistency, it has added dairy products such as butter and/or cream. For the caramel apple and pear filling, I’ll be adding butter and cream so it’s richer in flavour.” Rachel says as she starts to measure sugar into a big pot again. Then she adds a little bit of water and puts the pot over the burner.

“Don’t you need more water than that?” Quinn asks, as she steps a bit closer.

“The water is only so that the sugar will melt evenly and not burn.” Rachel replies as she quickly measures butter and cream to have ready, always keeping an eye on the pot, and giving it a quick stir.

“If I were to make hard candy, I would have used a non-stick pot and the second everything is melted, I would remove it from the heat.” Rachel continues with her explanation as she switches the wooden spoon for a whisk.

“Is it supposed to turn that colour?” Quinn asks as the contents of the pan start to turn a light golden brown.

“Yup. It’s what gives caramel its distinct flavour and colour.” Rachel says. “See how it’s boiling now, and everything is this nice golden colour?” Rachel asks. “That’s when I know all the water has evaporated and all we have left here is pure sugar and the colour tells us that the melted sugar has caramelised.” Rachel continues once she sees Quinn nod.

“Why did you turn the burner off? How do you know it’s ready? Don’t you need to taste it?” Quinn asks.

“This is really hot. Sugar boils at a much higher temperature than water, so I’d end up burning my tongue if I were to do a taste test. I know because of the scent and the colour of the liquid. Now, before it solidifies into hard candy, we whisk in the butter, and then the cream.” Rachel says as she does so quickly.

Quinn jumps back when she sees the foaming inside the pot. “Is it supposed to do that?” Quinn asks.

“Yes. It’s why you’re supposed to always use a deep pot in order to avoid the contents from boiling over.” Rachel says as she sets the pot aside and grabs a non-stick pan.

“Now what?” Quinn asks.

“Now, I make the rest of the filling and then I’ll start the crêpes.” Rachel says with a smile. “Could you please pass me the bowl with apple and pear slices?” She asks as she adds a small amount of butter in the pan.

“Isn’t that a bit too much butter?” Quinn asks as she passes the bowl over.

“Nope. The recipe actually calls for more, but I’ve managed to cut it down to only a touch. I need to cook the fruit and this will prevent it from steaming and getting mushy. This is why I asked if you had any dietary restrictions.” Rachel says. “If you’re really worried, you can always bypass this filling and go for the mixed berries one.” She adds.

“No way. This smells heavenly and there’s no way I won’t try at least one of each.” Quinn says with a horrified look.

“I take it you like to eat?” Rachel asks as she continues to cook.

“Love it. I’m glad I’m as physically active as I am and that after the pregnancy, I have a much healthier outlook when it comes to eating.” Quinn admits.

“I’m glad you do. A lot of athletes and performers have such issues with food. I hope that when I make it big in the stage world, I won’t be one of them.” Rachel admits just as soft.

“Have you struggled with your body image?” Quinn asks surprised. Out of all the people she knows, Rachel would have been the last one she would imagine would have body image issues.

“I have. When I first started obsessing about Finn I thought that maybe if I was thinner and maybe didn’t have the nose I do, he’d pay attention to me.” Rachel admits as she lowers her gaze to stare at the pan with the apples and pears.

Quinn turns Rachel slightly around, and then tilts the brunette’s head up so they’re making eye contact. “Rach, listen to me. You don’t have to ever worry about the way you look. You’re amazing. That’s why I was so worried about losing Finn to you last year. You’re not only drop dead gorgeous, but you’re also genuinely nice. Too bad Finn and the rest of the sheep can’t get their heads out of their asses long enough to see what Puck has been able to, and what I finally allowed myself to see.” Quinn says as she tucks the same stubborn lock of hair behind Rachel’s ear.

“Thank you Quinn, but we both know that the one who is truly drop dead gorgeous is you.” Rachel says with a self-deprecating smile.

“No, Rach. I’m so sorry for the role I played in making you feel this way. You are wonderful, and I promise you that I’ll fix whatever it is that my stupidity broke.” Quinn says.

“I wish I could believe you. Other than my voice, I have nothing else.” Rachel says so softly that Quinn has to lean in to hear.

“You are so much more than your voice. One day you’ll believe me. Now, I believe you’re supposed to be showing me how to make this apple and pear filling for my crêpes.” Quinn says.

“Right. Not much to it. The hard part was making the caramel. We sauté the fruit and once we cook off the liquid, and the fruit takes on a colour that is to your satisfaction, we pour the caramel sauce. The amount depends on you. You can add enough to only coat the apple and pear slices, or you can drown them in caramel.” Rachel says with a smile, glad for the change of subject.

“How do you like it?” Quinn asks.

“Since I’m using this for filling, just enough caramel to give it flavour and coat each individual slice of fruit. If it’s too liquidy, then it makes the crêpes all soggy and yucky. I always set aside extra caramel to drizzle on top and for others to add once everything is assembled.” Rachel says as she grabs a spoon, scoops a little of the filling, blows on it, and when the temperature is no longer scorching hot, she offers Quinn a taste. “Open wide.” Rachel says softly.

Quinn quirks one of her eyebrows, but does as told. She can’t help the moan that escapes her mouth once the contents of the spoon hit her taste buds. “Oh my God! This is fantastic. This will be worth the extra laps and me bypassing dessert the next couple of days.” Quinn sighs contentedly.

The other three walk in the kitchen just as Rachel is giving a taste of whatever it is she’s cooking. Their jaws drop open because Rachel has never allowed anyone to taste anything while she is in the process of cooking a meal.

“Do you see what I’m seeing? I think I’m delirious due to lack of food.” Alex says, making their presence known.

“Uh, dude, if you’re hallucinating, then so am I.” Gabe says, still gaping. He jumps as Kelly pinches him in the butt. “Cut it out Kel. This is all your fault, and that is so not fair. How come you never let us taste anything?” Gabe whines.

“That’s because you guys always try to sneak in a taste when I explicitly ask you not to.” Rachel quips. “And it’s about time you made your way back in. Everything sorted out?” Rachel says, eyes burning into Kelly.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry for being such a bitch, Little Robin.” Kelly says, maintaining eye contact only through sheer will power. She cringes at the look she receives from Rachel.

Quinn does a double take. She has never seen Rachel look so scary before. She is sure that if Rachel walked around the halls of McKinley looking like that, no one would mess with her. She quickly places a hand on Rachel’s forearm, hoping to placate the irate girl. She’s about to say something when Kelly speaks again.

“Uh, what I mean to say is, Quinn, please accept my apologies. It was unfair of me to treat you in such a manner. I had no right to lash out at you the way I did, especially when you have done nothing against me.” Kelly says, swallowing her pride.

“Please don’t. You have all the right in the world to doubt my intentions. I’ve been an outright bi…” Quinn starts to say, but backtracks at the frantically shaking heads of the three college students. “…meanie to Rachel over the years.” She quickly amends, remembering how Rachel always whacks Puck upside the head whenever he swears and how the diva had visibly cringed when she had used the word ‘bitch’ in previous conversations.

“No. We know better than to blindly make assumptions on people we haven’t met. I know we can be a bit overzealous when it comes to Rachel, but that is no excuse for being rude.” Alex cuts in before Kelly has the chance to shove both feet down her throat again.

“Thank you. I can guarantee you that I won’t willingly hurt Rachel anymore. We both have strong personalities, so I can’t promise that we won’t butt heads in the future. What I can promise is that I won’t purposely target her anymore.” Quinn says.

“I’m still in the room, you know.” Rachel says, brandishing the ever present wooden spoon again.

“Sorry.” They all chorus at her.

“Little Robin, I really am sorry. I should have trusted your judgement, and I’m not saying this to excuse my actions, but you’re a little too forgiving and I hate seeing you hurt.” Kelly says as she slowly makes her way closer to Rachel.

“I know. But it’s not the same as before. Now, since it’s your fault I had to delay our breakfast and I have a pot with hard candy stuck in it, you can clean it as I finish everything. Hopefully by the time I’m done, so will you.” Rachel says as she points to the sink.

“Are you serious?” Kelly whines.

“As a heart attack.” Rachel says as she pulls out a crêpe pan and turns on the burner again. She then grabs the bowl with the batter from before and starts assembling their breakfast.

The others laugh, but stop at the glare directed their way.

“What happen to Puck?” Alex asks, finally clueing in that the boy is missing.

“His mom had to go in to work at the last minute and they couldn’t find a babysitter on such short notice. It’s just Quinn joining us, and before you say anything, we’re taking one car over. If you don’t agree, then she and I will take my car. That’s non-negotiable.” Rachel says seriously, her tone of voice and her demeanour daring them to challenge her.

“Uh, that’s fine, Little Robin.” Gabe says quickly. “Just out of curiosity, why didn’t you say anything when we came up with the idea of Puck meeting us there?” He asks, genuinely curious.

“Noah brought up some interesting points. Neither Quinn nor I have been driving that long. He was worried that the freeways might be slightly more dangerous than normal due to the people going and returning from their Black Friday shopping. While I don’t doubt Quinn’s or my own skills as drivers, I can see his points.” Rachel answers.

“That actually makes a lot of sense.” Alex says agreeing with Puck’s assessment.

By the time Kelly is done cleaning the pot as punishment and Rachel is done assembling their breakfast, the five of them are talking as if they have known each other all their lives. It surprises all of them how easy it has been for them to get along. Soon, Rachel is calling her dads so they can join them for breakfast. The Berry men wisely decide to grab their food and retreat back to Leroy’s study, mumbling something about being too old.

“How do you know each other?” Quinn asks as she settles beside Rachel in the dining room table.

“We were neighbours before the Berrys moved here. We’ve known Rachel since they moved to the house beside ours when Rachel was barely three. Kelly and Rachel were inseparable growing up.” Alex says with a fond smile.

“Kelly, you’re only a freshman at Northwestern, how come I’ve never seen you at school? As a matter of fact, I don’t recall seeing any of you at school, not even when my sister was a student at McKinley.” Quinn asks curious.

“That’s because we never went to McKinley. We live in a different district. Had Rachel and her dads not moved, she would have attended high school with Kel.” Gabe says.

“Where did you go to school?” Quinn asks, not noticing how Kelly had tensed up.

“Carmel.” Alex answers.

“So, if Rachel’s dads hadn’t moved here, then she would have ended up in Vocal Adrenaline? Holy sh… kaka. That would have made you Jesse’s teammate and our competition.” Quinn says, wide-eyed.

“Yeah, though I’m not sure if that would have been the case, since we only managed be a serious Glee club after Mr. Ryerson was fired.” Rachel says.

Quinn drops her fork once she runs the timeline of everything she has learned and realisation hits her like a jumbo jet at full speed. She unconsciously shifts closer to Rachel as her eyes nearly pop out of her head.

“I see you figured it out. Yes, I was a student at Carmel while Jesse was there. We were actually teammates.” Kelly says, fighting hard to keep her temper and her tears in check.

“Kelly, please, whatever happened with Jesse wasn’t your fault.” Rachel says softly.

“Did you know about the egging?” Quinn asks in a tone of voice that would freeze molten steel in seconds, before anyone can say a thing. Everyone in the kitchen knows the Head Bitch in Charge is back with a vengeance.

TBC...
Chap. 6