Quinn whipped into her driveway and screeched to a halt, noting that her mother's car was in the garage. She grabbed her bags and rushed inside, the sooner she was able to get to Dayton the better. Rachel's desperate cries were still echoing in her head and her heart was constricting violently in response. Quinn knew neither one of them would feel any real relief until she was holding Rachel in her arms.
She dropped her stuff on the couch and followed her nose to the kitchen, where she knew her mother was making desserts for the church picnic on Saturday evening. Judy was standing at the island cutting up a batch of brownies and moving them to a tupperware bowl. She looked up as Quinn entered the room and concern colored her face when she noticed how upset her daughter was.
"Sweetheart? What's wrong? Are you okay?" she questioned hurriedly.
Quinn nodded her head and was quick to reassure her mother. "I'm fine, don't worry. It's just... well it's Rachel. She found out her boyfriend of two and half years has been cheating on her, and she's devastated." Quinn shook her head as she took a deep breath to continue. "I have to go to Dayton, mom. Please, she needs me," she implored with a pleading look.
Judy nodded immediately. "Of course, sweetie. Go ahead, just remember you need to be back for the church picnic tomorrow. You're supposed to help keep the little ones."
Quinn rushed around the island and quickly hugged her mom. "Thank you so much, mom. This really means a lot," she told her as she pulled back from the embrace to go up to her room and pack some clothes.
Just after she made it out of the kitchen entirely, she heard her mother calling out to her, and she poked her head back through the door frame to show she was listening.
"Do not forget your commitment to the church. I mean it. If you skip this, you can forget about any spontaneous trips out of town in the future, regardless of the circumstances," she told her sternly. "Am I clear?" she asked as she raised the famous Fabray eyebrow.
Quinn shot her a beaming smile. "Don't worry, mom. You know you can count on me."
Quinn hurriedly took the stairs to her room to grab any essentials that she might need while in Dayton. She was just about to head back downstairs when an idea struck her. She made her way over to her closet and rummaged around for her box of childhood keepsakes. Once she found it, she pulled out the infamous bear that her mother had told Rachel about over Spring Break. Luckily, she had listened to her mother and stored her things with some baking soda, so it didn't smell musty. She made her way across the room to leave and, on a whim, she stopped and misted it with her perfume.
After promising to drive safely and call her mother as soon as she made it Rachel's, Quinn hopped into her car and began the hour drive to Dayton.
About thirty minutes into the drive, her phone signaled a new text message. She quickly glanced at it and saw that Rachel was staying with Shelby for the weekend. Shelby's address and phone number were included in the message and she was instructed to call Shelby when she got into to town for directions.
As she drove, her levels of anxiousness rose. She hadn't seen her best friend in a couple of weeks, and it would be a lie to say that she didn't miss her. She missed Rachel's mischievous grin when she was teasing, her strong voice, her infectious smile, and her relentless need to cuddle at all possible times. Unfortunately, she was afraid she wouldn't see much of those aspects of Rachel on this trip, especially if that phone call was any indication.
Quinn's heart clenched painfully as she recalled how broken Rachel had sounded. She wasn't exactly sure what had happened, but whatever Jesse did, he was going to pay for it, that much she knew. And she was pretty sure she knew a fiery Latina who would revel in the chance to put that slime-ball in his place.
When she reached the outskirts of town, she called Shelby to get directions. After a couple of wrong turns, she finally made it to the right street and hung up with Shelby so she could park. She called her mother quickly to let her know she made it and grabbed her bag before making her way up to the front door.
She barely had time to ring the doorbell before the door swung open and Rachel came rushing out. She immediately threw herself into Quinn's arms and buried her face into the blonde's neck, holding on for dear life. Quinn held her tightly, thankful that she could finally be here for her best friend.
"Oh Rach," she whispered gently into the girl's ear. "It's okay, honey. I'm here now, it's all gonna be okay."
She felt Rachel's body shake and she could feel tears on her neck. Instinctively, she pulled the smaller girl even closer, attempting to make her feel safe and loved.
"Shh, shh, shh. Calm down, sweet girl. It's alright, you're okay," she murmured as she nuzzled into Rachel's hair and soothingly rubbed circles on her back.
As they stood there in each other's arms, she became aware of several cars driving on the street in front of the house. She had a feeling Rachel would probably not appreciate having the whole neighborhood witness her breakdown, so she tried to loosen her grip in an effort to bring Rachel into the house.
As soon as she started pull away from the hug, she felt Rachel stiffen and let out a strangled, "No," as she clung even more firmly to Quinn.
"Okay, okay. I'm not going anywhere," Quinn assured her, tightening her arms around the brunette once more.
Determined to get the singer into the house, Quinn slowly ducked her body, wrapped her arms around the upper part of Rachel's thighs, and picked the girl up. Rachel's legs wrapped around Quinn's waist and Quinn carried her inside, shutting the door behind her.
She glanced around the entry hall, trying to find the living room so she and Rachel could sit down. Through a doorway to the right she spotted an overstuffed couch and made her way over, dropping her bag on the floor as she sat.
She adjusted Rachel to a more comfortable position across her lap and Rachel remained curled into her neck. Although she was still clinging to Quinn, her tears had slowed and her breathing was evening out. Quinn continued rubbing Rachel's back, calming the girl even more.
When Rachel finally regained some composure and pulled away from Quinn, her eyes were red and cheeks splotchy. Quinn gave her a gentle smile as she reached up to brush her thumb along the still wet tear tracks shining on her face.
"Hello, there," she greeted softly. "It's nice to see you, too."
Rachel's cheeks flushed in response and she ducked her head. "I'm sorry, Quinn. I don't know what came over me."
Quinn hooked her finger underneath Rachel's chin and forced her to make eye-contact. "Never, and I mean never, apologize for needing my shoulder to cry on." She said sincerely. "I don't think it has ever served a better purpose."
This got a small chuckle out of Rachel and Quinn's smile grew, proud of herself. She gave Rachel a gentle squeeze and looked at her seriously before speaking, "I'm sure this is a really dumb question, but how are you feeling?"
Rachel clamped her eyes shut, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. "Embarrassed. Hurt. Angry. Used. Foolish." She opened her and locked them with Quinn's. "I don't know... take your pick, I guess."
Quinn gave her a weak smile. "I'm so sorry, Rach. Do you want to- I mean- can you talk about it? We don't have to, but I just thought- I don't know- maybe it would make you feel better and I would know how badly I need to injure Jesse to get back at him," She rambled aimlessly, unsure of what to do or say to console someone since she didn't exactly have a lot of experience with it.
Luckily, her rambling brought some light back into Rachel's eyes. "You don't have to defend my honor, Quinn, but I do appreciate the sentiment. And yeah, I think I want to talk about it."
At some point during the last few minutes, Shelby had entered the room and soundlessly sat on the love-seat across from the two girls. They both listened attentively as Rachel started recounting the day's events. How Harmony had been acting strangely. How she had walked in on them hooking up in the auditorium. How shocked she had been. All of the awful things Jesse had said to her. How he said their relationship didn't matter because he was going to break up with her to go to California.
Rachel's face crumpled and her eyes started water as tells them how all of Vocal Adrenaline witnessed their fight and his cold attitude. "I loved him. I loved him so much. I trusted him. God, I even let him pressure me into sex at 15. I was too young. I wasn't ready, but I trusted him. I trusted him for two and half years he just threw it all back in my face like it was nothing," she choked out. She looked at Quinn with pain pouring out from the depths of her soul. "How could he do that to me? Is it- I mean- Is there something wrong with me? Am I unloveable?"
Quinn's heart felt like it was in a vice-grip as Rachel uttered those words. How on earth could she think she was unloveable? She is the most magnificent person I have ever come into contact with. I can't believe how much of a jackass he really turned out to be. He will pay for this.
She reached up and wiped Rachel's tears as the girl leaned into her shoulder. "Please don't cry, sweetheart. I know you really cared about him, but any guy worth crying over doesn't pull stuff like this. He is just an asshole who doesn't deserve your tears."
As she finished her statement, she heard Shelby scoff in agreement. "You got that right. I cannot wait until I see him next. I will make him regret the day he began to worship his own reflection. I knew the boy was a little narcissistic, but I had no idea he was so selfish and unfeeling. Nobody treats my daughter like that," she burst out passionately. Her anger was radiating around the room, and that coupled with her ferocious glare and set jaw was enough to make Quinn cower a little in fear. This must be Coach Corcoran that everyone talked about.
At the threat, Rachel's eyes went wide and her body tensed. "No, Shelby. You can't do that! Teacher's shouldn't get involved in their student's lives."
"Tell that to Mr. Schue," Quinn interjected softly as she rolled her eyes.
"If you make a big deal out of it, everyone might figure out that I'm your daughter. I don't want people to have even more reason to think I get special treatment," she pleaded.
With a sigh, Shelby conceded. "You're right. As far as anyone else is concerned, this is none of my business beyond making sure you are able to perform at your best when we get to Nationals."
Rachel relaxed back into Quinn and said a soft, "Thank you."
After a few seconds of silence Shelby clapped her hands and stood up. "You know what we need now? A girl's night to take your mind off everything. Quinn, do you like Chinese food?"
"Yes, ma'am." She answered with a big grin on her face.
"Alright then, I'll get the take out menu for a place near here. I'm going to run to the store to get some good junk food and I'll pick up dinner on the way home." Shelby told them excitedly, driven by the hope of making her daughter feel better.
A few minutes later, Shelby was gone and the house was dead quiet. Quinn looked over to Rachel to see her staring off into space and slightly curled into herself.
"Rach, I hate seeing you like this," she whispered. "What can I do to make it better?"
Rachel wrapped her arms around Quinn and held tightly. "This," she murmured. "Just more of this."
Quinn nodded and slowly shifted their bodies so they were laying side by side on the couch. Rachel's eyes began to look very stormy, and Quinn could tell that she was lost in her own head. Instinctively, she began to hum a soft, slow tune, while running her hand up and down Rachel's arm in an attempt to give her something to focus on other than her self-deprecating thoughts.
Rachel's eyes began to get heavy as Quinn continued her ministrations. After several minutes, she finally settled down and snuggled into Quinn's side, tucking her head beneath the blonde's chin.
Quinn's thoughts drifted away from Rachel's situation and she couldn't help but notice how perfectly their bodies had melded together. It was almost like Rachel was made to fill that space.
The breaths that were tickling her neck put her on edge and a small shiver went through her as goosebumps rose across her skin. The shiver jostled Rachel slightly, and she burrowed further into Quinn's neck in response. Moments later, her breathing evened out and Quinn realized that Rachel had finally fallen asleep.
She tried to stay as still as possible so she wouldn't disturb Rachel, but that proved to be difficult when her heart was racing. She was acutely aware of all of the places they were touching. As she took stock of her body, she realized just how intimately their bodies were entwined. Rachel's hand was clutching Quinn's shirt above her chest and her leg was thrown over Quinn's. Quinn's eyes suddenly widened as she realized that her thigh was placed right up against Rachel's center.
What the hell are you doing? This is your best friend! You can't think of her like that. I'm sure she never intended to situate herself like this. Just calm down. This is not a friendly reaction to her proximity in the least.
Quinn silently berated herself as she tried to slow her heart down and calm to butterflies in her stomach. To distract herself, she began to look around Shelby's living room. It was a very elegant room, beautifully decorated, with pictures of her and Rachel scattered about. There were even some of Rachel, her fathers, and Shelby in New York. They truly were an unconventional family, but they looked so very happy.
As time ticked by, Quinn felt her eyes get heavy and she was slowly dozing off alongside the little brunette. Just as she drifted off, keys rattling in the front door caught her attention. Apparently Shelby was back, and she probably had a lot of bags to bring in.
Quinn attempted to sneak out of Rachel's grasp so she could help Shelby bring in her purchases, but as soon as she moved, Rachel's grip on her tightened. She stirred for a second and adjusted herself to have a firmer grasp on Quinn, wedging her leg in between the blonde's.
Quinn stiffened and inhaled sharply as an incredible tingling sensation washed over her whole body, spreading from her core outward. Her mind started waging war with her body; one clouded with fear and confusion and the screaming for more. This feeling was completely foreign to her and she didn't know what exactly to make of it.
She was brought out of her mental battle when the front door slammed closed. The sound of Shelby struggling with bags in the entryway renewed her determination to be a good guest and help out, she has had proper manners ingrained since she was a toddler after all.
She knew she would never get out of the vice-grip Rachel had on her without waking the girl, so gently she brought her hand up to Rachel's face. With her fingertips, she slowly trailed a line from Rachel's defined cheekbone, across her neck, and finally out to her shoulder, where she gave a firm squeeze and quietly called the girl's name hoping to rouse her.
A contented smile crossed Rachel's face at the contact, and her eyes slowly blinked open, looking at Quinn questioningly.
Quinn cleared her throat before speaking. "Um.. Shelby is back and I think she probably needs some help... so uh...If you could um..." She gestured dumbly at their bodies, hoping Rachel would get the message.
"Oh.." Rachel's face turned scarlet when she realized that she had practically straddled Quinn in her sleep. "I'm so sorry," she said as she released Quinn. "Apparently I'm a cuddler..." she finished awkwardly.
"It's fine, Rach. Don't worry about it," Quinn quickly assured before she hopped up and made her way towards Shelby.
When she made it the entryway, Shelby had finally given up on making it in one trip and was putting some bags on the floor. She looked up when she heard Quinn approaching. "Oh thank goodness, I almost dropped our food all over the floor! Would you mind taking a few of these?" She asked.
"Of course," Quinn answered as she helped Shelby shuffle the bags around so they could be carried comfortably before walking into the living room together.
"That's the food," Shelby told Quinn as she nodded at the bags she had handed over. "You can just put it on the coffee table. I'll be back in a bit with some drinks. Do you want anything specific?"
Quinn shrugged her shoulders. "Water is just fine with me, thank you."
Shelby nodded and looked to Rachel. "And you?"
"Water is good for me, too," she answered as she stretched and sat up.
"Alright, I'll be right back," Shelby told them before making her way into the kitchen.
Quinn set the take out bags on the coffee table and started spreading the cartons across the surface.
Shelby returned with three bottles of water and forks. She set them down, grabbed her food, and settled down into the love seat. "Alright, so we have takeout, junk food, and good company. I think the only things we are lacking are boy bashing stories and a good movie." Her eyebrows rose in question as she looked at the two girls sitting on the couch. "So, which one first?"
Quinn looked to Rachel and bumped their shoulders together. "You should pick, this night is about cheering you up, after all."
Rachel's face scrunched up in concentration and she finally said, "Let's do the movie first. Something light-hearted, though. And no romance, please."
Shelby's eyes lit up as an idea struck her. "Hold on, I know just the one." She went over to the entertainment center and picked out a movie, careful not to let the two girls see what it was. She loaded it into the DVD player and made her way back to her seat. "You used to love this movie as a child, I think you knew all of the songs by heart by your third birthday," Shelby told them proudly.
Quinn looked to Rachel, to see if she knew which movie Shelby had picked out, but the brunette just shrugged her shoulders in confusion.
As the opening scene played, Quinn let out a short chuckle, imagining a three year old Rachel signing along with Mary Poppins.
As the movie played, the girls finished their food and got comfortable on the couch. It was't long before Rachel was tucked into Quinn's side, holding her hand, and resting her head on a strong shoulder. This position was so second nature to the two of them that Quinn didn't even question it anymore. They were both too wrapped up in the movie to notice the intrigued gaze Shelby was giving them.
When the movie finished Shelby proclaimed that it was time for boy bashing and junk food. She came back from the kitchen with 3 different pints of ice-cream, vegan for Rachel of course, and asked Quinn if she was dating anyone.
"No, I broke up with Finn a while back because he was a complete idiot. His idea of a date was going to the same restaurant week after week and watching whatever sport was in season at his house. Plus, I was only dating him because I felt like I was supposed to, you know, the whole head cheerleader/quarterback relationship," she rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Totally not worth it. I haven't been with anyone else because I want to actually be excited about someone when I date them... I guess I haven't really felt that yet," she explained as bit her lip and glanced at Rachel from the corner of her eye.
"Well, that is completely understandable Quinn. You deserve someone wonderful," Rachel asserted as she laid her hand on Quinn's thigh.
"Let me warn you though, boys never really grow up. So don't get your hopes up too high," Shelby added with a laugh.
"What about you? Any good stories?" Rachel asked Shelby.
Shelby leaned back into the couch and looked up as she sorted through old memories with a sly grin on her face. "Oh, there are a few... Mostly boys I had trained to attend my every whim. That made for quite the college experience," she said wistfully.
"What about now, any men in your life?" Quinn asked.
Shelby laughed heartily. "Actually, the last man in my life was your very own Mr. William Schuester."
"WHAT?!" both Quinn and Rachel exclaimed at the same time.
"Shelby! Isn't he married?" Rachel balked, looking scandalized.
"Well, he used to be. I actually think he was actually going through his divorce at the time," she mused.
"I can't believe you were with Mr. Schue... that's just... eww," Quinn murmured, her face covered with thinly veiled disgust.
"Don't worry, Quinn, it was nothing serious. More of a fleeting interest and excitement over finding a show choir director who wasn't gay." Shelby assured. "It won't be happening again. I promise."
Rachel gave Shelby a hard look, "It better not, that's almost traitorous."
Shelby laughed as she got up and stretched. "Well girls, I think it's time for this old woman to go to bed." She walked over to Rachel and gave her a kiss on top of her head. "Don't stay up too late. I scheduled a make-up practice tomorrow morning and you need to be prepared."
"Yes, ma'am," Rachel responded softly.
After Shelby bid them goodnight, Rachel and Quinn decided to go up to Rachel's room. Rachel explained that Shelby had always kept her when her father's had gone on business trips or small getaways, so this was her home away from home.
As Quinn looked around the muted yellow room, covered in Broadway posters and family pictures, she had to admit, she never would have known that this wasn't Rachel's room all the time.
She spotted a Wicked poster and was very surprised to see that it was autographed by the cast. "Did you go see this in New York?" she asked as she motioned to the poster.
Rachel nodded her head. "Yeah my fathers and Shelby took me. It was incredible. Breathtaking really," she finished wistfully.
Quinn hummed. "I would really like to see that one. I have heard it's amazing."
"It's definitely worth it. I mean I'm sure you could tell from the exquisite soundtrack."
Quinn looked away from the poster to Rachel and shook her head. "Actually I haven't heard any of the songs."
Rachel's mouth dropped open in horror. "Oh my God, please tell me you are kidding. Not even Defying Gravity?"
The blonde haltingly shook her head again.
"Okay, that's it, I need to rectify this travesty immediately. Go change into your pajamas and then we are listening to the soundtrack before we go to sleep."
Quinn laughed as she saluted Rachel. "Well then, yes ma'am."
A few minutes later, they were ready for bed and settled in for the night. Rachel had already turned out her bedroom light and the only light in the room was coming from a small bedside lamp near her iPod dock.
Quinn lay on her back staring up at the ceiling as she listened to the soundtrack and Rachel's intermittent explanations of the songs. Several songs had passed when she felt Rachel begin to softly trace the lines on the palm of her hand that was laying on top of the duvet between them.
It began to tickle too much for her so she flexed her fingers and grabbed Rachel's hand. At the action, Rachel looked up from her intent study of Quinn's hand.
"How are you doing?" Quinn inquired earnestly.
Rachel sighed. "I'm alright, I guess. Kind of numb right now, you know?"
Quinn raised her eyebrow in a silent request to explain further.
"Well, I mean obviously I'm still hurt, but now that I'm more emotionally stable and kind of removed from the situation, it doesn't surprise me as much as it should. Looking back, I feel like for the past year we have been more of a showmance than a romance. We have been gradually been spending less and less time together and, well, if I'm honest, it was a lot easier to overlook these last couple of months."
Rachel rolled her eyes. "Because I was really excited about and very focused on this new friendship with a certain blonde cheerleader at a rival school," she answered flippantly. After a beat she looked Quinn in the eye, linked their fingers and very seriously added, "She kind of makes everything better, you know?"
"Hmm, sounds like you better keep this girl around then. And no doubt she has earth-shattering good looks and a heart stopping smile," she mused. "Probably an amazing personality too, real mysterious or something of the like."
Rachel snorted and punched Quinn lightly on the shoulder before turning off the lamp and scooting closer to Quinn, putting her head on the girl's shoulder. "Yeah, she's extraordinarily humble as well," she drawled.
Quinn chuckled lightly as she wrapped her arm around the small brunette. She closed her eyes and reveled in the feeling of Rachel softly stroking her stomach. When she was close to drifting off to sleep, she gave Rachel a soft kiss on her forehead, squeezing her briefly. She buried her face into Rachel's hair and inhaled deeply, surrounding herself in Rachel. Just as she fell asleep, she registered a faint kiss on her collarbone in response.
Four hard knocks on the door jerked Quinn out of one of the most satisfying dreams she had in a while: Slowly torturing St. Douchebag until he was reduced to tears and pleading for mercy from the treacherous Ice Queen of McKinley, flanked by Satan herself.
"Rachel!" Shelby called through the door. "Rachel, you need to get a move on. Practice starts in two hours and we need to get there early."
A pathetic whimper sounded to the right of Quinn. "Don' wanna get up... head hurts..." Rachel whined petulantly.
"Rachel, are you up? I'm not leaving until I see you," Shelby added with a no nonsense tone.
"Ugh!" Rachel groaned as she threw the covers back angrily. She rolled out of bed and stomped her way over to her bedroom door. She opened it roughly and fixed a seething glare on Shelby's smiling face. "I'm up, are you happy now?" She snapped.
Shelby gave Rachel a satisfied grin and leaned over to kiss her lightly on the head. "Yes, I am." she told her.
Rachel rolled her eyes at her mother's somewhat smug expression. Shelby reached out and grabbed Rachel's shoulders and turned her around before swatting her bottom. "Now get moving. We don't have time to waste."
Rachel sighed in resignation. "Alright, alright. I'm going, I'm going," she relented. She closed the door and immediately ran back to the bed, launching herself at Quinn.
Quinn let out a shocked and frightened squeal as Rachel landed on top of her.
"Quiiiinnn, I don't wanna go to practice. I don't wanna see him again so soon. Can't I just stay here with you all day?" she murmured into Quinn's shoulder.
Quinn's arms had automatically wrapped themselves around Rachel and she was already brushing her hands up and down Rachel's back, providing a modicum of comfort.
"I know you don't, honey, and I can think of nothing more wonderful than spending the day with you, but I have to get back to Lima. I'm supposed to help my mom with the church picnic. She made me swear by pain of endless grounding that I would be there," she explained in a sarcastic tone while rolling her eyes.
Rachel pushed herself up to look at Quinn, her brow furrowed and lips pushed out in a perfect pout. "But how am I supposed to survive practice without you?" she whimpered.
"I'm sure it won't be quite as bad you are picturing it," she reassured. "And you will still have Shelby here. I mean, I know she isn't quite as awesome as I am, but it's better than nothing, right?" she added cheekily.
Rachel scoffed and hit Quinn lightly on the shoulder before rolling off of the blonde and throwing her arm over her eyes. "This really is going to be a rough day, though," she whispered.
Quinn's head turned toward Rachel and she gave a sad smile, despite the fact that Rachel wouldn't see it. "I know, but you can always call me later and I'll do my best to make you feel better," Quinn assured. "And oh my gosh, I can't believe I almost forgot!" She face-palmed before hopping out of bed and dashing across the room to her bag.
Rachel's eyes followed her curiously as Quinn pulled something out and hid it behind her back.
She walked back to the bed with a self-satisfied smirk on her lips. "I just happened to bring you something that I think will cheer you up," she sing-songed.
Rachel's eyes lit up at the prospect of a present and she sat up in bed, attentive. "What is it?" she asked excitedly.
"Something that has never, in the last 17 years, failed in making it 'all better' for me," she hinted before pausing dramatically, fully enjoying Rachel almost shaking with anticipation.
Finally, she decided to put the girl out of her misery and pulled the bear out from behind her back. "Rachel, meet Bear, the other half of the infamous Quinnie-Bear duo. He is here to take my place as snuggle buddy for when I am otherwise engaged, or, you know, in another city."
Rachel's mouth dropped open in silent amazement. "Really, Quinn? You're leaving him with me?"
Quinn nodded and offered Rachel the bear. "Of course. I would trust no one else with the task of comforting the most important girl in my life."
A light blush overtook Rachel's cheeks as she reached out to take it. "Thank you so much Quinn," she breathed out reverently. Bear was immediately pulled into an embrace and Rachel buried her face into his soft head. She inhaled deeply and a smiled before looking up at Quinn questioningly. "He even smells like you."
Now Quinn's cheeks colored slightly and she rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly. "Right, well, I thought- I mean- I hoped that if he smelled like me it might help a little more because you would feel like I was still here? So I- uh, well, I sprayed him with my perfume before I left," she mumbled, looking down at her feet.
Rachel jumped to her feet and pecked Quinn on the cheek before wrapping her up in a tight hug. "And you were exactly right. Thank you so much, Quinn. This is just what I needed."
A face splitting smile bloomed on Quinn's face as she reveled in the contact. The girls separated after a few moments when Shelby came knocking again, reminding them that they needed to get ready.
After showering, dressing, and fixing themselves up, they met downstairs for a quick breakfast before parting ways.
Quinn made her way back to Lima, and about halfway there, she decided to send an encouraging text to Rachel, as their practice was about to begin.
Be strong, Rach. You're better than all of them put together. -Q
After she sent the message, she scrolled down her contacts to another commonly used number.
"Hey, San. How do you feel about getting some revenge on Jesse St. Dirtbag?"
A/N: I am so so sorry for making y'all wait for this for so long! I got caught up with class and work and this got put on the back burner. I promise I will try to do a better job of updating. I don't think I'll be back to once a week, but hopefully at least every 2 weeks. Also, I haven't had a chance to respond to reviews from the last chapter, but I will do that soon. I appreciate every comment you leave. I love to hear your take on the story, what you enjoy, don't enjoy, or would like to see. Now I haven't quite decided what I'm going to have the Unholy Trinity do to get back at Jesse yet, but I would love to hear suggestions from you guys if you have any. Thanks for reading and let me know what you think :)
Oh, also, bonus points for anyone who can tell me the previous Mary Poppins reference I have made in this fic. Strange coincidence as this isn't even one of my favorite movies, but that line is definitely one of my favorites to quote.