A/N: Okay! I'm super sorry for the long wait! Honestly I posted that first chapter because I needed to get it out of the way before I worked a bit more on Transition because the idea was just pre-occupying my brain.
Here's a bit of an update on what's happening: It's summer for me now, which means more free time to write (or sleep, whatevs.)
What I really want to do is set up a time table of sorts of when I update, I tend to do okay with deadlines, setting them up myself however, not so much.
I also have a new story, the prologue and first chapter of which are already done, but I didn't want to post them before I posted this chapter because I don't want to be mean to you guys. I know I can't realistically keep coming up with new stories without even continuing my old ones. That being said I don't think I will have any new ideas apart from my fourth one.
Also: DID YOU SEE THAT TRAILER?! (Malavita/ The Family) OH MY GOD!
So yeah, that's enough of my pre-chapter ramblings. Enjoy the chapter, I hope it was worth the wait (And I'm sorry if it wasn't)
The next day there was a knock and a ring of the doorbell at the Berry household. Leroy Berry walked to the door and opened the door to find the pink haired girl that dropped his daughter off the previous night.
"Good afternoon Mr. Berry." Quinn said politely. "Is uh, is Rachel here?"
"Yes…umm…" he trailed off, the pink haired girls name escaping him.
"Quinn." She said with a smile.
"Quinn. She's upstairs getting ready, she mentioned a friend picking her up." He said.
"Yeah, and here I am." Quinn said with a soft chuckle.
"Indeed." Leroy said, clearing his throat. "She'll be a few minutes, would you like to come in?"
"I don't want to be a bother." Quinn said.
"Oh don't be silly, come in, have a drink while you wait." Leroy said, moving away from the door and ushering the girl in. He followed him inside and to the kitchen. "What would you like to drink?"
"Oh, water would be fine, sir." Quinn says. She can't help but feel very nervous around the man. She was never the kind of girl people wanted hanging around their daughters. Leroy walked over to the fridge and pulled out a small bottle of water, handing it over to the girl who had taken a seat on the stool at the island bar. She smiled and gave a small "thank you" as he handed her the water. She she closed her hands around the bottle he could see them shaking and held back a chuckle at how nervous the poor girl seemed.
"So. Do you and Rachel know each other from school?" Leroy asked, smiling at her warmly as he sat down across from her.
"Oh, no sir, we actually just met each other last night." She explained. She opened the water and took two big gulps to try and calm herself down. This time he couldn't hold the chuckle in.
"Quinn, there's no need to be nervous." He assured her warmly through his chuckle.
"Is it that obvious?" she said through her own nervous giggling.
"Your shaking like a chihuahua." Leroy said. She bit her lip and smiled at him.
"Sorry." She said gently, barely above a whisper.
"For what? Being nervous?" Leroy asks and she gives him a small, barely there nod. "Don't be, I've been known to intimidate people, it happens…I'm kinda big."
Quinn couldn't help but laugh softly at the way he whispered the last part as if it were a secret.
"It's not just that." She said softly through her chuckling. "I'm…I…"
"Have pink hair and a piercing?" Leroy said bluntly. "Yeah, I know."
"It's just that usually parents aren't so happy to see me hanging around their children, bad influence and all that." Quinn said with a shrug, distracting herself by taking another sip of her water.
"Wait here. Let me show you something." Leroy said. She nodded and he walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. She took a deep breath as she waited for him to return only a second later with something in his hands. He dropped a picture frame in front of her and she looked at the picture in it. It was a picture of a much younger Leroy Berry with a huge afro and a very colorful outfit. The afro was jet black with dark purple streaks in it. His outfit was skin tight and he looked like a 60s pimp.
"Umm…" Quinn hummed, eyebrow quirked at the picture.
"You're going to be a senior with Rachel right?" he asked. Quinn looked back up at him and nodded, still not sure where he was going with this. "You see when I was your age, I was just like you. I had dyed hair, wore jewelery that was not so…favored by parents. I dressed like a pimp and a lot of people actually thought I was. That or a drug dealer. Point is, a lot of people didn't like me hanging around their children. Including Hiram's parents, my in laws. Do you understand what I'm saying here, Quinn?"
Quinn smiled at the picture again before looking back up at Leroy.
"I think I do…I'm not sure." She said softly.
"What I'm saying is, it doesn't matter what you wear, or the color of your hair." Quinn chuckled at the older man's accidental rhyme. "What's important is what's on the inside. I wasn't a pimp or a drug dealer, no matter how many people wanted to believe it. And I'm pretty sure you aren't either."
Quinn nodded quickly to confirm Leroy's statement.
"Was I shocked when I saw you on my doorstep last night? Hell yes. But it wasn't your hair or your piercing. It was the fact that I thought my daughter was taking the bus home. Then I saw the smile on her face when I opened my door. And I saw the way she thanked you for making her night memorable. And it warmed my heart to see her so happy. At first I was a bit uneasy about her going to that concert alone, but then I thought hey, she's going to be eighteen soon, and she's never given me a reason not to trust her. I trust my daughter with her decisions and she seemed to trust you enough to let you drive her home. She trusts you enough to want to hang out with you today. If she trusts you then so do I, pink hair and all." He said with a smile. Quinn was now beaming at the older man. No one, not even her own father, had believed in her so much and this man had just met her. If this was what Rachel's other dad was like, she would be very happy around all three Berry's.
"Well, sir, if we're being honest, I was glad to give her the ride home because it meant having at least one last half hour with her last night. She made my night as much as I made hers. I was supposed to be there on my own as well. None of my friends wanted to go but I didn't really care cause at the end of the day I was there for the music. But when I bumped into her, literally, it was the best thing to happen to me all night. I didn't think I would have that much fun. And although I was looking forward to that concert all year, she made it ten times more worth all the money I had to save for the ticket." Quinn admitted and Leroy was just beaming at the girl in front of him.
"The feeling is incredibly mutual." A soft voice said from behind her and Quinn's eyes widened and her cheeks turned red. She felt a small hand on her shoulder and Rachel swooped down to plant a soft peck on her cheek. "Hi."
"H-how long were you standing there?" Quinn said, biting her lip and trying to force the blood away from her cheeks.
"Long enough to know my daddy trusts me and that you are the most awesome person I've ever met." Rachel replied softly.
"So you heard everything?" Quinn said, cheeks turning pink all over again.
"I did. And it was incredibly sweet." Rachel smiled at her.
"Umm." Quinn said with a nervous chuckle, breathing through the butterflies that were battering her stomach. "You uh, you ready to go?"
"I am." Rachel nodded with a smile and then turned to Leroy, giving him a quick hug. "I'll see you later daddy."
"See you later sweetheart." He said, giving her a kiss on the top of her head. Rachel was standing by Quinn once again.
"Bye Mr. Berry." Quinn said softly.
"Quinn, call me Leroy." He said, holding out his hand for her to shake.
"Will do Mr.-Oh- Leroy." Quinn said with a chuckle, shaking his hand.
"You kids have fun now, don't do anything I wouldn't do." He said, smiling at the two of them.
"Ooh, does that mean we can get Afros and start a pimping business?" Rachel teased as they were walking towards the door. Quinn choked back her laughter as she led the smaller girl out the door, hearing Leroy's roar of laughter from behind them. Quinn pulls the door shut behind them as she leads Rachel to her Impala.
"So what were you and daddy talking about?" Rachel asks as Quinn opens her door for her.
"Just…stuff." Quinn says with a shrug as Rachel slides into the car and she closes the door for her. She walks around and gets in herself.
"What kind of stuff? What was all that stuff about trusting me he was talking about?" Rachel asks.
"He saw I was nervous around him and I told him it's because, well, people don't really like me hanging around their kids." Quinn says with another shrug as she starts the car and pulls out of the Berry's driveway. "So he explained to me how he was kind of the same when he was our age and he told me he's okay with me hanging around you."
"Good to know." Rachel nodded and then smiled over to her and Quinn smiled back. "So did you really have that much fun last night?"
"It was the best night of my life." Quinn said softly. Rachel took in a deep, silent breath, reveling in the fact that someone finally enjoyed themselves by being in her presence. She didn't call her annoying, obnoxious, or delusional. She smiled at her sincerely, laughed at her jokes honestly and happily. When she took her hand and asked her to dance, having only just met her, she didn't call her names like hobbit, dwarf, treasure trail or anything like that. She believed in her Broadway dreams but she didn't make her feel like an idiot for liking music which, by society's standards, a girl with her kind of dreams shouldn't like. She loved Kurt with all her heart but at this moment she felt like Quinn was the best person she had ever met. Not Kurt. Not Finn. Not Mr. Schuester. Not anyone in glee club and definitely not anyone at McKinley. McKinley…Quinn went to that school as well, she was just never seen. She could picture them hanging out all summer, then starting school as friends. And suddenly her mind was going wild with fantasies of Quinn leaning against her locker and joking around with her, walking her to classes before she took off to hide under the bleachers. Butterflies battered the small girl's stomach as she lived in the prospect of finally having someone who would like her for her and accept all she was and all she had to offer. The girls sat in a comfortable silence the whole trip to Quinn's house. When they pulled into the Fabray's driveway however, Rachel was shocked to say the least.
The Fabray household was nothing short of incredible. It was a mansion. A huge freaking mansion in the middle of Lima freaking Ohio. Quinn opened the huge double door made out of…was that mahogany? And led her inside.
"Mom!" Quinn called out. "I'm home, and I brought a friend."
"Oh for heaven's sake, please tell me it's not that awful 'Mack' girl? I beg of you!" a female voice was heard from deeper inside the building. An older blonde woman with stunning hazel eyes walked out and up to them, a wide smile at Rachel. "Oh hello."
"Nice mom, what if it was the Mack?" Quinn said, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I would have noticed due to the foul language and equally foul stench of cigarettes and beer." Judy answered back. Quinn rolled her eyes.
Damn. Rachel thought. This woman had sass.
"Now, who's your friend?" the older woman said with a smile at Rachel.
"Oh. Mom, this is Rachel." Quinn said with a smile. Judy held out her hand and Rachel took it and gave it a quick shake.
"It's nice to meet you Mrs. Fabray." She said with a smile.
"Oh please, Mrs. Fabray is my mother in law!" Judy waved off.
"Ex mother in law." Quinn muttered under her breath.
"Call me Judy." Her mother continued as if nothing was said.
"Will do Judy." Rachel said, a huge smile on her face. It was clear to Quinn that she was really happy to be here, it made the taller girl smile.
"Mom we'll be upstairs listening to music." Quinn said, taking Rachel's hand and leading her up the stairs.
"Okay, have fun." Judy calls out as Rachel is led to Quinn's bedroom. She giggles at how fast Quinn wants to get away from her mother. She's led into the room and the door is shut behind her. She looks around, taking in the room. It had dark blue walls, it was a beautiful dark blue that didn't look like black.
"Hmm." Rachel hummed.
"What?" Quinn asked.
"Nothing, I just didn't expect the blue." Rachel smiled at the taller girl.
"You mean it was…unexpected." Quinn said with a hitched eyebrow. Rachel rolled her eyes.
"Yes Quinn." Rachel said, feigning annoyance.
"Yes. Point for Fabray!" Quinn cheered, punching the air.
"You're ridiculous." Rachel giggled.
"I'm awesome!" Quinn cheered.
"If you say so." Rachel rolled her eyes again. Quinn chuckled before going over to her laptop.
"So did you bring your iPod?" she asked.
"I did. And I brought my signed All Time Low CD." Rachel said non chalantly.
"You have an All Time Low signed CD?!" Quinn shouted in awe.
"Maybe." Rachel said in a sing song tone as she waved the CD in it's case in her hand.
"Let me see!" Quinn snatched the CD in her hand and climbed onto the bed before Rachel could even register what had happened. She turned around and saw Quinn sitting Indian style on her bed gawking at the CD case like it was made of gold.
"How did you…never mind." Rachel shook her head.
"I'm really fast and agile." Quinn muttered. "This is awesome."
"Try not to get any drool on it Quinn." Rachel said with a smirk.
"I'll try. No promises." Quinn muttered again. Rachel giggled as she took the CD out of Quinn's hand. "Hey!"
"It's a CD Quinn, not a painting, it's meant to be heard." Rachel said, opening the case and putting it in the CD drive of Quinn's computer. She pressed play and the loud sound of electric guitars blared through the speakers as the intro to 'This is How We Do.' Began. Quinn jumped up off her bed and instantly began dancing, waving her hair wildly as she air guitar-ed and jumped through the room. Rachel laughed and joined in and they sang at the top of their lungs together along with the lyrics. The song ended and the intro to 'Let it Roll began.' Quinn grabbed Rachel's hands and started spinning her around as they sang out the lyrics. After a little bit they started singing out the chorus.
Let it roll
Our time is fleeting so we take control
From California to my home sweet home
Our days repeating like it's all we know
It's all we know.
Rachel is laughing as hard as she can as Quinn grabs her by the hips and they start swaying to the music happily.
Out here the hills roll on for miles
the sun is like my own sense of direction
I'm always drawn to each horizon
When it's rising, when it sets
But all I can think about is sex-
On that last word, Quinn, somewhat playfully, bucked her hips into Rachel's and the smaller girl couldn't help but let out a gasp. A shiver of arousal shot down her spine and hit her right between the legs. She let out a soft moan that Quinn didn't hear over the music. By now the chorus had started again and Quinn was spinning her again, not realizing that anything had happened. Rachel continued to enjoy the feeling of dancing with the girl, but suddenly every touch lit her on fire and she was fighting herself to not grind against her. You'd think it would be easy but the way this girl was dancing with her made it even harder. She didn't grab her forcefully, she was extremely gentle and all but caressed her skin every time they touched each other.
After a couple more songs Rachel stopped to breathe and collapsed backwards onto Quinn's bed. Quinn giggled and looked at her as she pushed a hair out of her face.
"Hmm…" she hummed and Rachel opened her eyes and looked at her.
"What?" She asked, trying to steady her breathing, dancing nonstop for four songs will wear a girl out.
"Nothing, just wondering how many guys would want to be me right now." Quinn giggled.
"What are you talking about?" Rachel said.
"Having a hot girl like you in my bed, I'm impressed with myself." Quinn said, hands on her hips.
"You're ridiculous." Rachel giggled.
"I'm awesome!" Quinn chuckled and threw herself down next to Rachel on her double bed.
"No. Really. You're ridiculous, no one wants me in their bed, like ever." Rachel heaved the last word out.
"Well they don't know what they're missing, this bed is a whole lot more comfier with you in it." Quinn said, lifting her head up and folding her hands underneath it. She rested her head back down and turned her head to smile at Rachel.
"You know." Rachel chuckled. "If I didn't know any better I'd say you were hitting on me."
"Is there something wrong with that?" Quinn asked softly. Rachel turned her head to the side to face her and smiled.
"Absolutely not." Rachel said softly. Quinn turned completely onto her side and Rachel did the same. They both giggled softly when the tips of their noses brushed together. They looked into each other's eyes. Chocolate brown locked on stunning hazel. Quinn's pulse quickened dramatically. Rachel's gut was filled with all the butterflies in the world. Her breathing hitched softly when she noticed that the loud electric guitar sounds that had surrounded them had now faded out and given way to the soft acoustic guitar intro of 'Remembering Sunday.' She felt Quinn's hot breath on her lips and her attention turned back to the girl in front of her. Quinn licked her lips. She wasn't sure when it happened but now Rachel was closer and seemed to be getting closer still. Her heart was pounding so fast she was sure it would leap out of her chest. She let her eyes drift to a close in anticipation of the soft lips that were about to fall onto hers. Rachel's heart was in a vice grip as she ached for the soft lips of the girl in front of her and she let her eyes close. Everything was moving in slow motion. Rachel lifted her head so that it was tilted softly to the side. She could feel the hot breath on her lips and she knew this was what she wanted. Quinn's hand was itching to just grab the back of Rachel's head and push their lips together, but she didn't want to ruin the moment. The sweet simplicity of all this. They were nothing more than a millimeter away from connecting their lips. Hearts thumped thunderously in their chests, stomachs filled with butterflies and breaths held when-
"Quinnie!" Judy's voice was heard and it broke them out of their collective trance. They all but jumped apart and Quinn pushed herself of the bed on to her feet when the door opened. Rachel sat up and tried to hide the profuse blushing in her cheeks.
"Jesus mom, ever heard of knocking?" Quinn grumbled, forcing herself not to blush.
"Mind your tone young lady." Judy chastised. Quinn rolled her eyes and Judy smiled at her. "I just came up to tell you I bought some watermelon from the grocery store today and ask if you wanted some. I know it's your favorite."
"Sweet! Yeah mom!" Quinn said, a smile suddenly on her face at the idea of her favorite fruit. Judy smiled and gestured with her head for the girls to follow her. Quinn smiled, turned over to Rachel and took her hand in hers, leading her out of the room and down the stairs. They walked into the kitchen and took a seat across from each other. Another minute and Judy placed a plate in front of each of them with three huge slices of watermelon on each one. Rachel gaped at the big slices while Quinn licked her lips and rubbed her hands together. Rachel looked up at her and giggled at how comical she looked. Quinn grabbed the first slice and chomped down into it, the juice immediately dripping down her chin. She licked her lips again loudly while Rachel took the small bites she was always accustomed to. Judy stepped over to her daughter and lifted her chin up to look at her before wiping her mouth with a napkin.
"Mom! I'm not a little kid anymore!" Quinn grumbled, trying to pull herself away from her mothers grasp.
"Yes however you still inhale food like one!" Judy argued back with a smirk.
"Only when it's watermelon or bacon!" Quinn said happily, a huge tooth-bearing grin on her face. Rachel's giggle was muffled by her full mouth and the hand she had over it. Judy rolled her eyes, walked over to the counter to grab her plate and sat down with them.
"So Rachel, do you go to McKinley with Quinnie?" Judy asked.
"Umm, yes actually." Rachel said, fighting off another giggle at the nickname. "It's funny we never really saw each other at school before."
"Oh well where did you meet then?" Judy asked.
"We met at the concert last night." Quinn said quickly before taking another bite out of her watermelon. Judy seemed to freeze at that.
"Ah. I see." She said shortly before taking a bite herself. Rachel looked back and forth from Quinn to her mother.
"Umm…Is something the matter Mrs. Fabray?" Rachel asked.
"It's just that Quinn wasn't really allowed to go to that concert last night." Judy said, throwing her daughter a quick glare. Quinn rolled her eyes.
"Mom, we talked about this. I saved up the money myself, and besides, I'm eighteen." Quinn shrugged.
"I asked you not to go to that concert out of worry. What if a fight had broken out? Or worse a shooting?!" Judy asked.
"Yeah, well that was your irrational fear of things. Nothing bad happened, something good did instead. I met Rachel there! We had the time of our lives right Rach?" Quinn asked, looking at the brunette who sat silently across from her. Rachel simply smiled and nodded shyly. "See, chill mom!"
Judy rolled her eyes at her daughter once again before turning to Rachel.
"Well I'm happy you two had fun, though I am a bit surprised Rachel, you don't seem like someone who listens to that kind of music." She said to the smaller girl.
"Everyone says that. It's a bit of a guilty pleasure really, usually I'm more into Broadway." Rachel smiled at the older, blonder, version of Quinn. "I'm just glad my dads are okay with it!"
"Dads?" Judy said, emphasizing the s at the end. Rachel looked at the older woman, as did Quinn who gulped audibly.
"Y-yeah mom." Quinn cut in. "Rachel is the Berry's daughter."
"Ah Leroy and Hiram Berry yes?" Judy said, looking back at Rachel who nodded in confirmation. "Wonderful men those two are! Too bad this town never really gave them a chance! They tend to be better than most people I know."
"Leroy is awesome!" Quinn said with a full mouth. Rachel giggled as Judy glared at her daughter who smiled innocently and swallowed her food.
"So you've met Leroy then honey?" Judy asked.
"I have." Quinn said, wiping her mouth quickly. "He's the most awesome guy I've ever met."
"I'll let him know you said that." Rachel giggled.
"So Rachel, do you have any plans for college?" Judy asked.
"Well, I'm definitely going into performing arts. And I want to be in New York. So I'm thinking either Julliard or NYADA, and that will hopefully lead me to Broadway." Rachel said. Quinn stared in awe at how confident this girl seemed about her dreams.
"Wow." She said without even realizing it.
"What?" Rachel said, her eyes snapping towards her immediately.
"Huh? Oh did I say that out loud?" Quinn said.
"You did sweetie." Judy answered.
"Right." Quinn said. "It's nothing I just…you seem really confident when you say all that…n-not that you shouldn't be, I mean I'm sure you're awesome. I heard you guys sing a few times and you're really good I just umm…I'll shut up now."
Rachel giggled as Quinn slouched down in her chair, as if willing the ground to eat her alive. She stuffed her mouth with a huge bite of watermelon and suddenly found her plate very interesting. Judy couldn't help but giggle as well at how Quinn seemed to get nervous all of a sudden.
"So you really think I'm good?" Rachel asked, looking up at Quinn shyly.
"Hell yes." Quinn said before chomping into her second slice. Rachel blushed as she looked down at her plate shyly. "Better than good Rach, you're great."
"Umm…Thanks." Rachel said. She was blushing profusely and she brushed a hair out of her face. Her heart swelled at the thought that she had finally found someone who didn't care how crazy she sounded when she spoke about her dreams. Quinn was a promising friend from the night before. She didn't care that a girl like her wasn't usually into all that rock music, she didn't care that she wanted to be on Broadway, she didn't call her crazy for being ambitious, or delirious because she thought it would actually happen. She complimented her on her voice and was actually willing to spend time with her. Suddenly Rachel was hoping more than ever that she would see Quinn around school more often.
Quinn looked over at the girl. She liked her. Rachel didn't make fun of her pink hair, she didn't call her a weirdo or a loser. She didn't call her a Lima loser because she didn't have any dreams or ambitions. She actually believed that she still had a chance and she liked her drawings. Suddenly Quinn was looking forward to the school year again. She couldn't believe she missed out on meeting this girl so many times, and yet she had heard her sing more than once, it was incredible that she was lucky enough to meet her at the concert the previous night. She knew then that she would never forget that night as long as she lived.
A little while later they were back in Quinn's room, listening to the music while they talked about everything and nothing at the same time. They got to know each other a little better. They joked with each other like they were the best of friends and just enjoyed being in each other's company.
One thing they didn't talk about was the almost kiss they had before Quinn's mother had interrupted them. Neither girl knew whether or not the interruption was a good thing. After a few hours Rachel noticed that it was getting dark.
"Well, I should go, I don't want to get home too late." Rachel said, grabbing her bag and walking to the bedroom door. Quinn followed her.
"I'll drive you." Quinn offered quickly.
"You don't have to do that, it's not too far to walk." Rachel said.
"Rachel it's all the way across town." Quinn deadpanned. Rachel fought to hide her smirk. "Come on, I'm driving you."
"If you insist." Rachel murmured, still smiling at how sweet the pink haired girl was.
"I do, come on!" Quinn said, gently grabbing her hand and leading her down the stairs. "Mom? I'll be back soon I'm just taking Rachel home okay?"
"Okay sweetie, goodnight Rachel! It was nice meeting you!" Judy called from the kitchen.
"Nice meeting you too ma'am, have a nice night!" Rachel called as Quinn lead her out the door.
"You just called my mom ma'am." Quinn stated.
"And?" Rachel asked.
"It's weird. I'm not used to anyone calling her that." Quinn said with a shrug.
"What do your friends usually call her?" Rachel asked.
"Mrs. F." Quinn stated.
"That's…okay that just doesn't ring too well for me." Rachel shook her head. Quinn giggled.
"Well my friends don't usually have manners, so…" Quinn trailed off.
"So does that mean we're friends?" Rachel asked, biting her lip. Way to sound lame, Berry!
"Hell yes." Quinn said with a nod.
"You're actually willing to be friends with me." Rachel stated incredulously.
"Why do you sound so surprised?" Quinn asked.
"No one's even been my friend willingly. Even my best friend now hated me before." Rachel said shaking her head.
"Well then everyone's an idiot, because you're awesome. I really like hanging out with you." Quinn said. She jerked her head towards her car and opened the passenger side door for Rachel, who smiled at her before getting in. She walked around the car and got into the drivers side.
"You really think that?" Rachel asked quietly.
"I do. Rachel…You just…I don't know what it is about you, but…I don't I just really really like hanging out with you." Quinn said, trying to get her thoughts in check.
"Well I really really like hanging out with you too." Rachel responded with a smile. Quinn smiled back at her.
"The way I see it, we've got the rest of the summer to hang out, then we can go back to school and be friends there too and still hang out. And if anyone has a problem with it they can all go to hell as far as I'm concerned." Quinn stated proudly. Rachel smiled at her, her eyes stung with tears of happiness at the taller girl's words.
"Deal." Rachel breathed out with a smile. Quinn smiled back at her before starting her car and pulling out of the driveway. Along the way Rachel noticed something sitting on the console. She picked up the pack.
"You smoke?" Rachel asked. Quinn blushed and smiled at the girl. "You know it's bad for you, right?"
"Would it make you feel better if I told you I haven't smoked since I drove to the concert yesterday? The last cigarette I had was in the car on the way there." Quinn admitted
"Why haven't you smoked since then?" Rachel asked.
"I guess I was having too much fun with you to even care." Quinn shrugged, trying to hide her blush.
"Well then." Rachel began as she opened the glove compartment and shoved the pack inside. "I guess we'll have to make sure yo have fun all summer long so you can kick the habit, hmm?"
"You actually care that much?" Quinn asked. Rachel smiled at her.
"I care about all my friends." Rachel said.
"So does that mean we're friends?" Quinn reiterated to her with a smile. Rachel rolled her eyes and then smiled and nodded at the girl.
"Hell yes." Rachel repeated back to her.
A/N: So how'd you guys like the chapter? The album I was talking about was "So Wrong, It's Right" by All Time Low and the song used is called 'Let It Roll" by All Time Low (Duh, because it's in the album.)
Tiny note: I know 'Remembering Sunday' is a really sad song, the scene wasn't meant to be sad though, I just used that because the song starts off with soft guitars and that's the kind of atmosphere I wanted. The lyrics have nothing at all to do with the scene.
And I'm sorry about that almost kiss, I know you guys want to rip my head off after that one, I know I did :P
So tell me what you guys think! And do you think I should post that new story as well? Or should I work on this one and Drunk a bit more? Since I've been focusing so much on Transition.
I'll take all your opinions into consideration before making any decisions so let me know in the reviews.
And also review the chapter because those things make me feel good and happy inside. :3