A/N: Prompt from an anon; there's a burglar in the house, but not really. Thanks!

Rachel grips tightly to Quinn's shirt, trying to rein in how scared she actually is. Five minutes ago, she'd woken to suspicious sounds downstairs, and it had taken another two minutes to wake up and convince Quinn that it was more than irrational fear. "Are they still down there?" she hisses fearfully.

Shushing her, the grip of the baseball bat in Quinn's hands creaks. "Go back to bed!"

"Not without you! What if there's more of them?"

"I… Fine! Just. Stay behind me." Slowly, cautiously peeking around the corner to the stairs, Quinn jerks, letting out a massive groan. "Brittany!"