Spoilers: Not really, but up until season 2 to be safe. Completely AU from there.
Summary: The first day back at school was supposed to be about new beginnings, but Quinn never expected that the starting of Senior year could also bring a completely new Rachel Berry; sexier, bolder and totally out of character Rachel Berry.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own any character on Glee.
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Coming from the kitchen, the brunette heard Quinn's voice and stopped shuffling through the vast amount of DVDs on the shelf in the living room.
"Yeah?" She replied, barely paying attention. If only she could find that damn movie; she alphabetized everything, someone had been going through her movies without her say so. This would not do.
"Your fridge is empty." The blonde appeared at the door with a bag of bread in hand. "I think this is the only edible thing in this house besides, you know… your food…"
Rachel finally found the movie she was looking for, and turned towards Quinn, who was waiting for some kind of solution.
"I'm sorry. It completely slipped my mind. Andrea has been busy with you know what, and going to the grocery store isn't that high one of my list of priorities."
"But you still eat normal food, right?" Quinn asked, a slight frown marring her lips.
"Yes, but I don't really need it."
"Well, we can always order something." The blonde smiled, trying to get rid of the rising tension. Then she seemed to stop to think about something for a moment and frowned again. "I feel kind of stupid asking this but.., are you still vegan? You know… when it comes to normal food?"
The brunette smiled fondly at the girl in front of her, and wondered how hard it had been for Quinn to have that part of her, that attentive, caring, sweet persona, always hidden behind the Ice Queen mask.
"I try to stay true to my beliefs, and I'm still strong enough to not go out there and start hunting poor little animals for their blood. So, yes, apart from my special diet, I'm still vegan."
"Okay, then. Mmm.., Thai's good?"
Rachel watched as Quinn went back to the kitchen, phone already in hand, and sighed before returning to her previous task of preparing the living room for the movie night. If the blonde was going to be a fixture in her life from now on, she had to remember that she was human, and in need of some basics, like eating properly.
During her time travelling with Andrea, before they returned to Lima, the hunter had been the one taking care of the basics like the transport, their clothes and food (which was obviously more complicated to get than just going to the store). Maybe it was because part of her was still stuck at the day she died. Nothing had felt real since then, and eating had been the last thing on her mind, more so lately. Between her father, Quinn, school, and now Erin, the mundane things of the everyday had been completely forgotten.
Much later, when the few boxes of food had been long empty, they were snuggled on the couch together (even if it had taken a while for Quinn to relax, now she was quite comfortable with Rachel in her arms), watching a movie that didn't seem like the best idea at all ("Really Rach? You really thing that Dracula is an option right now?"). But Rachel had insisted that it was, contrary to the popular belief that she only watched musicals, one of her favorites, and it would remain like that, even if it was hitting home too close at the moment.
After the last titles had faded to black, they stayed in silence for a little while. Quinn seemed to be enjoying one of those peaceful moments between them that where so rare lately, and Rachel, with a question at the tip of her tongue, was wondering if she should speak the words out loud, breaking the spell.
The TV's screen went to static after the DVD stopped completely, and it was at that moment when the brunette decided that she needed to ask her, or it would eat her alive.
"Would you do it?" She hoped there would be some power behind her words, but all that came out was a mere whisper.
Obviously, the question had taken the blonde off guard. She disentangled herself a little from Rachel, just enough to be able to look at the girl in the eye. Rachel saw the hazel orbs sparkling with curiosity and worry, and she had to swallow the lump in her throat to be able to talk.
"If it was necessary, would you… would you kill me?"
Quinn moved away as if she just got burned, and stared dumbfounded at the brunette.
"You can't be seriously asking me that."
"Why not?" She said, hoping to shrug it off as an everyday question. But with the way that Quinn looked at her, fierce hazel eyes that bore straight into her, she just looked to her lap and fiddled with her fingers. "That's what I asked Andrea to do."
"You asked her to kill you?"
Rachel took a deep breath.
"I made her promise me that, if it comes to where she has to choose between your safety or my life, she'll do the right thing and will protect you."
"And she accepted that?"
"That's why you where feeling guilty."
"I…" She hesitated, but finally raised her eyes to meet the blonde's again. "Quinn… She's in love with me. She hasn't really said anything, but I know that seeing us together is already hurting her enough. Do you understand what it means for Andrea what I asked her to do?"
"I do." She nodded, then paused, and then sighed. "All this is really messed up."
"But what else can I do? She's the only one I trust enough to do it."
Quinn inched closer to the girl again, cupped Rachel's face gently with both hands and kissed her softly.
"I'd do it."
"You would?" Rachel asked, surprised.
"If that moment comes, and I'm telling you that it won't, and I'm in the position where I'd have the opportunity to do it, then yes, I'd kill the demon." She stroked Rachel's cheek softly, wiping away the few tears that had started to fall from the brown eyes. "Because it wouldn't be you, Rach. It'd be the monster who killed you, and if there's something I'm sure of, is that I wouldn't have any compassion for the one who'd take you away from me."
Quinn was at the kitchen, getting rid of the remaining boxes, when she heard the door. Thinking that it was Andrea returning, she headed to the hallway, but before she could go past through the kitchen's door, there's someone blocking her path.
Someone that looked a lot like Andrea.
The same long, brown and shiny hair, although a bit longer and less curly, and those piercing eyes, that seemed to stare directly into your soul. It was almost like looking at a barely older version of the hunter, but with a less friendly expression in her face.
"Good evening, Quinn."
This time, it was Andy, with her kind smile as always.
Quinn turned towards the stranger at hearing the question, then to Andrea, and once again to the other girl with a scowl in her face.
"Shouldn't you be me asking that?" She asked, at the same time that she brought back the HBIC iced glare.
"Please, excuse her manners. Quinn, this is Erin, my sister." Then, the brunette turned to her sibling. "Quinn is Rachel's…"
The blonde could see Andrea's hesitation, so she finished the sentence.
After the initial surprise on the hunter's face, Quinn saw how it slowly changed, trying to hold back the sadness that overwhelmed her, but the feeling showed clear as day in her eyes.
"Was that development before of after the girl's change?" Erin asked turning to her sister.
"I'd say it's a… fairly new development." Andrea hesitated, still not sure at how to take the news.
"And is she aware of everything?" She asked, clearly annoyed with the situation.
"If you're talking about Rachel, yes, I'm aware of what she's going through. And I'm right here, so you can ask me directly."
Finally, the newcomer turned to look at Quinn as she requested, but still staring at her as if the blonde was no more than an annoyance in her way.
"Okay. I'll ask you then. Are you that eager to die or just plain stupid?"
Seeing as she wasn't going to win any argument with the other two girls, Erin growled and left the kitchen. Seconds later, they even heard a slam of the front door.
"Sorry about that. She's kind of intense." Andrea sighed. "Where's Rachel, by the way?"
"Shower. Andrea, what I said about Rachel and I…"
"It's fine, Quinn. I was the one who told Rachel to give you two a chance. I just wasn't expecting the 'g' word so soon."
"It was spur of the moment. We actually haven't made it official yet." Quinn needed to change the course of the conversation, she could already tell that Andrea was incredibly disheartened. "Is Erin always like that?"
"Don't worry about her, really." The hunter put a hand on Quinn's shoulder and patted it reassuringly. "She hasn't been nice to anyone in over two years, so don't make it something personal, okay? Are you staying tonight?"
Quinn shook her head.
"I don't think it's a good idea with your sister here. Besides, my mom is starting to forget that she still has a daughter living with her."
"I'd prefer if you could stay, though."
"I can't really explain why right now, but Erin isn't very fond of Rachel."
"And you think that a confrontation with your sister could trigger something?"
"Ah, no. They've shared the same space before and nothing happened." Andrea chuckled. "I just don't wanna get caught in the cross fire."
"Where are you? It's getting late."
"I know, but don't worry. I'm at Rachel's. Do you mind if I spend the night here?"
"If I say yes, will you explain to me what's going on with your friend?"
Quinn hesitated. She couldn't tell her mom the whole truth (Judy might think that her daughter was crazy), but she could try to modify some of it to please her. Maybe, if she could find the right moment, Quinn could even tell her mom about her blooming relationship with the brunette. Judy had changed a lot since she kicked her husband and took Quinn back, and she'd even been really receptive of Brittany and Santana's relationship in the open when they visited her at home. True that being her daughter being the one in a relationship with another girl would be more difficult to assimilate, but her mother didn't give her that same vibe from months ago, where she was seeing herself being kicked out again just for being who she really was.
"We'll talk about it, I promise."
"Well, you can stay. And maybe you could bring Rachel tomorrow for dinner. I would really like to meet her."
"I'll ask her. Thank you, Mom."
Quinn ended the call and sighed. She really needed to think about talking to her mother, but she'd had to ask Rachel first about how much she could tell.
And speaking about her soon-to-be girlfriend, Quinn raised her head and found a pair of chocolate eyes staring at her from the bathroom door. Rachel's petite body was leaning against the doorframe, covered with a towel, while the brunette's damp curls cascaded over her shoulders, leaving drops of water that travelled under the fabric.
How could I ever deny myself that I wanted her?
"I don't know if it's a good idea to have dinner with your mom."
Rachel's words successfully brought the blonde out of her dream state.
"How do you…?"
"I could hear her at the other end. And you don't need to stay tonight if you don't want to. I'm a big girl and I know how to treat Erin."
"You heard all that from the shower?"
"High developed hearing is one of those treats of being a vampire. It's actually quite useful." She shrugged, then left the security of the doorframe and started to walk towards Quinn. "Really, if you're going to be uncomfortable, go home. I'll be okay."
"I want to stay."
The vampire raised an eyebrow at Quinn's quick answer.
"So you can have your way with me?" Rachel asked seductively while closing slowly the distance between them.
"Among other things."
"We could make Erin think twice about staying here."
"Well, we could do that and also work on my problem at the same time."
Quinn took Rachel by the towel and tugged softly, pulling the girl between her legs. She then took Rachel's hands away, letting the fabric slide freely down the silky skin until it landed with a dull thump to the carpeted floor.
"You know that's my main concern." Rachel replied, voice husky and warm.
The blonde let her fingers roam absently from Rachel's lower back, to around her waist, studying the brunette's toned stomach, and ending under the curve of those two perfect mounds that Quinn knew were going to be her new addiction. Rachel's soft gasp had Quinn biting at her bottom lip, trying to stop the moan that threatened to erupt from her own throat.
"What happened today in the auditorium was amazing, but I really, really need you to touch me.
"And I want to touch you. You can't imagine how bad." Rachel replied, wanton and needy.
"I hate it. I hate that I can't control my own body." She hid her face on Rachel's stomach, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin, getting lost in the warmth that radiated from it. "And I don't understand any of it. If it was your bite what made me almost come that time in the bathroom, if all this started because it was the feeling of being at your mercy what made me feel alive…" She paused, controlling herself, "Why did that change when that…thing appeared?"
"I've been thinking about it." She said, absently entangling her fingers in Quinn's blonde tresses, and luxuriating in what the blonde's hand was doing. "And I've reached the conclusion that all this is happening because you saw the monster that night."
Quinn pulled away a little and raised her head to look at the girl.
"Who bit you in that bathroom was still Rachel Berry in form, the girl you'd been secretly crushing on. The vampire was just an addition to that attraction. Yes, you felt in danger, but you also trusted me subconsciously. You knew, deep inside, that I wouldn't hurt you. But then, you saw me changing, turning into something that wasn't Rachel anymore."
"And you think that now I see the demon when I look at you?"
"Subconsciously, yes. And that's okay, because it is a part of me. Something I can't get rid of, and you should be aware of that at all times."
"Are you saying that, because I'm afraid of the monster, I won't be able to be with you?"
"You want to know what the problem is, Quinn?"
"You don't trust me."
"Of course I trust you. I…"
Before Quinn could complain about Rachel's statement, the brunette leant down and gave her a quick kiss to silence her.
"No, you don't." She smiled sadly. "I know it's not under your control, but deep down inside, you don't think I'll be able to keep the beast hidden if things get too intimate. You think that I'll lose control, and that's the problem. That's why your body shuts down when I touch you.
Andrea found her sister sitting on the stairs of the porch, with her eyes lost in the clear sky of the night. She looked calm and relaxed to whoever saw her like that, but the hunter knew that it was far from the reality.
"Are you going to tell me anytime soon why you're here?"
Erin turned her head to find her sister behind her, waiting for an answer.
"So rude. Aren't you happy to see your sister?"
"Of course I'm happy to see you, but I know when you're hiding something from me."
"Okay, well. Father said that you were having some trouble with the demon that you let escape the last time. That had come after Rachel to claim her as part of its family."
Of course her father would think that sending Erin to help was a good idea. He might not remember how it ended the first time. But help was help, and despite her sister's efforts to make people believe that she didn't give a damn about anyone, she knew that Erin would give her best to be there for her.
"It showed a couple of nights ago, but Fenris and Cassandra scared him away. I've been looking around town since then, but with no luck. I thought that, maybe, that thing decided that in the end it wasn't worth it, but Rachel insists that it's still around."
Andrea saw her sister's disgusted face and knew what was coming.
"I told you that she would cause us trouble."
"She's my responsibility, Erin. I made a promise the day I turned her and I plan on keeping it."
"Even if she's with someone else?"
"That doesn't matter. From the moment she came back from death, Rachel is family, whether you like it or not."
"She may share our blood now, but that thing will never be one of us."
The hunter, tired of fighting about the same issue, sighed.
"I know what you see when you look at her, I know. And I understand how bad it might hurt. But she's just a lost girl trying to find her place in our crazy world. It's not her fault. And you can't blame her for something that happened years ago."
Erin stood up and stared at her sister with fire in her eyes.
"No, you're right. But don't expect me to care about little Rachel if something happens to you or the family because of her. She's a time-bomb, Dre, and you know it."
Exhausted, Andrea closed the door behind her. Erin had decided to take a walk around the neighbourhood "to check if everything is okay, just in case", but she knew that her sister was only making excuses to avoid meeting Rachel as long as possible. True, that she was hoping that Quinn's presence would help, but the moment their eyes met, it was going to be a bloodbath.
She walked into the living room and saw the wolves on the floor besides the couch, snuggled against each other, relaxed. Then she heard footsteps coming from the stairs, and soon she saw Rachel and Quinn descending, hand in hand, with rather serious expressions on their faces.
"We want to try something." Rachel said, almost immediately.
"I know your libido must be off of the charts, honey, but I don't think that Quinn would appreciate sharing you with anyone else."
Quinn's cheeks went from her usual milky tone to a deep, crimson red, and the hunter couldn't help but notice that her grip on Rachel's hand got stronger.
"That's not what I meant." Said the younger brunette. Then she seemed to be thinking about it twice, because she turned to the blonde with a raised eyebrow and a smirk in place. "Although…"
"Don't even think about it!" Quinn exclaimed, holding her closer.
"Okay, okay." She shrugged and then turned to Andrea again. "That's not why we need you, but it's kind of related."
"Such a shame." Andrea knew that the shorter brunette was just playing along with her, but she pouted anyways, showing her false disappointment. "Well, if you don't want my sexual favors, what do you need from this humble person of mine?"
"We need you to help us get rid of Quinn's fear of me."
"I thought it was going well?"
"Yes, it is better, but we really need to get on this faster."
"And what's the plan?"
"I have to show Quinn that I'm strong enough to keep myself grounded, that I'll be able to stay as me in a compromised situation."
Andrea turned a concerned look toward Quinn.
"You think that she could turn while you two are…?
"She seems to think so." The blonde replied with a slight shrug.
"Well, it kind of makes sense. What do you need me for?"
"I'm going to bite her." Stated Rachel. "And I want you to be with us while I do it. Just in case."
The hunter didn't need to look at Quinn to know that Rachel had deliberately forgotten to tell her about that part of the plan. She heard the deep intake of air that the blonde needed to assimilate the words. Whatever the vampire had planned, she didn't want to tell her beforehand, probably to avoid that she could run away.
"Trust me." Then, the vampire reached to take the blonde's hands in hers and placed a soft kiss on them. "Please?"
Quinn, still trembling and unsure, slowly nodded, and let Rachel pull her toward the couch, pushing her to sit with a soft push to her shoulders. The vampire crouched between her legs, taking her hands in hers.
Andrea could feel the hesitation in the shorter girl's movements, and clearly saw that split of a moment when her friend found her eyes to ask for reassurance before going for it.
You're going to do it now?
Immediately, she recognized the answer to her silent question in Rachel's eyes.
While I have the courage.
She knew what her friend was thinking. The girl was aware that, if she showed the minor sign of doubt, it would do the opposite of helping Quinn. If she showed any hesitation, for the blonde girl that would mean weakness, that not even Rachel trusted in herself.
"Extend your arm." She heard her friend say.
Quinn did as asked and Rachel took her hand, caressing the silky skin on the blonde's forearm before raising it to her lips.
The scene was so utterly intimate that Andrea felt like she was intruding on some private moment between the lovers. She could hear the human's heart pounding erratically in her chest, getting ready to burst the moment Rachel softly kissed her forearm once more. Then, the petite brunette raised her eyes to find hazel ones, asking for permission.
Andrea knew that, even if she wanted, Quinn couldn't say no at that moment, or stop what was about to happen. She could understand the fear, the trepidation, and the fire of passion that was probably consuming her… But also the impossibility to deny anything to the girl when she pleaded with you with that determined stare.
So, Quinn couldn't do anything but nod at the request.
Rachel pierced slowly the fragile skin and had the first taste of blood. Almost immediately, as soon as the first drop of blood drops to her tongue, her eyes widened and grew considerably darker.
She couldn't tear her eyes from her own wrist, where Rachel had dug her fangs. Quinn had seen, for a fraction of a second, the change in the brown eyes, how the intensity of tasting her blood again hit Rachel like a truck. It was true that the initial pain after the vampire's teeth had tore apart her skin was slowly disappearing and leaving a warm feeling on its place, but it was doing nothing against the panic that was filling every fibre of her being.
Quinn wanted to move, to run, to jump off of that couch and leave the house behind as fast as possible, but she was stuck. Immobile. All strength had left her. She felt helpless again, like that night when Rachel pinned her against the hard floor of the road. Her rational self told her that Andrea was still there, but there was a part of her brain that had already disconnected and was panicking.
"Rachel…" She tried to say, but only managed to let go a desperate, barely audible whisper.
But that seemed to be enough for the brunette, because she raised her eyes to meet Quinn's.
She realized that the girl's orbs didn't go totally black, only a darker tone of her usual chocolate. Then she saw the smile, or rather the smirk that was always on the vampire lips when she was being playful, and something new spurred inside her. A distant, familiar feeling that started to battle against her fear, but that wasn't yet strong enough to win.
"Stop?" Asked the blonde, although she was still unsure about Rachel's capacity to stop herself. She wanted to trust the other girl, she really did, but the first time the brunette bit her she passed out, and the second she almost killed her. She hated to admit that Rachel might be right, and that single moment when she thought that her human self was gone, the image of demon-Rachel was so deeply grabbed into her mind that now it would be an herculean task to get rid of it.
But she had said 'stop' and now the fangs were slowly disappearing, being replaced by a warm, wet tongue that was soothing the pain away. Then, with a final kiss to the little wounds in her wrist, Rachel found her eyes again and smiled.
"Was that too much?" Rachel asked, a little out of breath.
Was it? Rachel was probably asking because she could hear the blonde's heart beating insanely fast and was worried that she'd crossed a dangerous line. What she didn't think was that maybe, it wasn't just due to the fear, but also to something else. Something that was born in her belly and travelled down to end between her legs.
But the expression on the brunette's face told her that she'd been thinking her answer for too long, because Rachel was getting more worried within seconds, and she couldn't say anything to reassure her, because her lungs weren't still working right.
"Why don't you go to refresh a little, Rach? Give her some space."
"Okay. I'll be… upstairs."
"Try to take a deep breath. Slow. Feel the air in your lungs."
She could hear the hunter's voice still distant, but her lungs seemed to start working again at a normal pace.
"Quinn, do you remember what I told you about how Rachel was turned? How the vampire side keeps the demon at bay?"
The blonde nodded.
"Then, think rationally about this." Andrea knelt in front of her and put a calming hand on the blonde's leg. "It's the vampire who loses her mind when she's around you, not the demon. And keeping the vampire satisfied helps to fight the monster. Letting Rachel bite you, makes her stronger, both physically and psychologically. The only way she would really hurt you it's if she gets too angry and you are too near when that happens, and even then, she would still be strong enough to try to fight against it because, right now, you are the thing she cares the most about. You saw it the night her father appeared. She fought it because of you. To put it dramatically, you are the chain that keeps her grounded."
"And she's my rock?" Quinn finally recovered her ability to speak and smiled slightly.
"Well, I see her more like your shield." Laughed Andrea. "A very tiny shield that, despite her short size, would stop whatever threat that dares to come your way."
"I don't know if that makes feel better, or even more worried."
"True. But you can't help it. You own her heart now, and she'll defend that with her teeth if it's necessary. Very sharp teeth."
At hearing that, Quinn diverted her gaze towards the little perforations on her wrist, making Andrea follow the same path with her eyes, falling both silent for a while.
"Feeling better now?" Said the hunter after a few seconds.
"A bit, yes. Thank you."
"Enough to stay here alone while I go to see how your girlfriend's doing?"
The mocking tone in the hunter's voice didn't go unnoticed by Quinn, who raised an eyebrow challenging her.
"Knowing my girlfriend, she's probably pacing hysterically in her room right now. So yes, go see her, I'm fine here."
The other girl nodded, gave her a small smile, taking the blow gracefully, and went towards the stairs.
"And keep your hands to yourself!" Shouted the blonde before she disappeared, just in case.
Andrea stepped into Rachel's room still laughing at the blonde's latest remark, just to find that the vampire wasn't exactly doing what Quinn had predicted.
"If you wanted to get sweaty, there's much better ways, you know?"
"That's not… an op-tion right now."
Rachel answered, half breathless, from her elliptical, which was going at full speed at the moment. In fact, the hunter could swear that the poor thing was about to get smashed into pieces if Rachel kept going at that pace.
"And a really cold shower?"
"Okay. I guess your current state is due to how Quinn's body reacted?"
The vampire stopped running abruptly and jumped out of the machine, starting then to get rid of the sweated clothes.
"I thought I was used to it, but this time it caught me completely unprepared." She threw her shirt to the floor and proceeded to take off her shoes. "I was expecting her to freak out, even to slap me to make me stop, not to get excited about it. Not so soon!" One of the shoes went flying across the room, passing an inch away from Andy's head, and slamming against the door behind her.
"But that's a good thing, right?"
"No!" She shouted, stomping her bare feet on the floor. "I mean, yes! Of course it's a good thing! But now I won't be able to get rid of this state of excitement, because I know that she was, at least, a bit turned on, but I can't do any of the things that I want to do to her because then she will freak out."
"You both did well today, Rach. Just breath, relax, and be grateful for that."
"That's easy for you to say." She complained, pointing a finger at her friend. "You don't want to ravish her right now."
Andrea rolled her eyes and shook her head at how insane Rachel was acting, but the hunter would be lying if she'd said that she didn't understand what was going on inside that hyperactive mind.
Well, at least she's not feeling remorseful about biting her.
"You know what? I'll let you go to get that shower. God knows you need to cool down if you're going to share that bed with your girlfriend tonight."
"You can't leave me like this!"
"And what I'm supposed to do, Rach? You heard what Quinn said, didn't you?"
"It wouldn't be the first time you don't use your hands."
"True." She smirked. "But that would make Quinn sad… or really angry." She hesitated. "I'm still not sure which would be worse. But we don't want any of that, right?"
Rachel, who, somehow, got rid of the rest of her clothes during the conversation and was now standing in front of her only wearing her underwear, sighed deeply.
"No, of course we don't want that. You know it wasn't me me talking." Andrea nodded and smiled fondly at her. "Fine then. Just go and leave me alone with my misery."
The vampire dismissed her with a gesture of her hands, and proceeded to disappear behind the bathroom door, without even thanking her for yet another valuable therapy session.
"You better run that water on icy mode, Shorty!"
Almost after half an hour sitting alone in that couch, going over what had just transpired, over and over again, Andrea returned and told Quinn that she should go to get ready for bed while Rachel was in the shower. The blonde was about to ask why the other girl was showering twice in less than two hours, but the wheels in her head started working and everything clicked before she could say a word.
The brunette said her goodnights and went outside the house, probably to join her sister in her duties.
Quinn went upstairs. Although her body was again under control, she couldn't help but get a bit nervous and, somehow, excited at the fact that she was going to be sharing the bed with Rachel. The blonde was pretty sure that nothing would happen, but she was almost certain that it would be really difficult to get any sleep at all.
She took her shoes off and went to the drawer in search for something to sleep in that would fit her. Quinn wasn't sure about going through Rachel's clothes without her permission, but it was better than sleep in her actual clothes, and probably much wiser than staying only in her undies, given the brunette's state. So, she stripped and put on some shorts and a faded tee, before getting into bed and closing her eyes with a deep sigh.
Moments later, she opened them again at the bed cracking, only to find that the room was already dark. Rachel was lying on her side, one arm supporting head, and staring fondly at the sleepy blonde.
"I borrowed some clothes."
"I can't believe I fell asleep."
"With everything that happened today, you must be exhausted."
"I didn't even realize that I was that tired." Quinn reached to caress softly the brunette's cheek. "How are you feeling?"
"Better now." She answered, taking Quinn's hand and intertwining their fingers. "So…girlfriend?"
"Of course you've heard that."
"And you don't mind?"
"I guess we're stuck together." The blonde could see Rachel's grin through the darkness around them. "Just try not to use it to mess with Andrea, okay?"
"As long as she won't mess with me."
"The three of us will have a chat about that tomorrow." Then she saw Quinn yawning and leant forward to leave a soft kiss on her forehead. "But now, it's time to sleep."
"Okay. Would you turn around?"
Rachel didn't ask why, because she knew what Quinn wanted to do. She just nodded and did as asked, giving her back to her girlfriend. A moment later, she felt the blonde snuggling against her and an arm holding her around her waist.
"Goodnight, Rachel." She whispered, letting her warm breath caress the brunette's neck, being a soft 'goodnight' the last thing she heard before falling again into dreamland.