Quinn can definitely say that she remembers watching the starting of the Project Runway episode, but after that nothing as she falls asleep on Rachel's lap, with the brunette running her fingers through luscious blonde locks, soothing the slight headache that had been forming.
Rachel for her part lets Quinn rest peacefully and she takes out her phone to call Santana once again.
She picks up on the second ring, "Hey Berry. Is Q okay?"
Rachel smiles as she looks at the aforementioned sleeping figure, "She's resting right now."
Santana lets out a puff of air, "I'm bringing ice-cream, a bunch of dvd's and B. Do you want me to pick anything else up?"
Rachel's smile only grows as she hears the complete sincerity in Santana's voice, absolutely loving that she's one of the very few people who Santana deems worthy enough to be herself around, "No San, I think you've got it covered with Brit. She's wonderful when it comes to cheering people up."
She hears Santana chuckle across the line before saying, "Yea, plus she's bringing Q's lamb and her own duck too."
Rachel aww's, "What's the damage?"
Santana lets out a growl, knowing immediately who and what Rachel was referring to, "Not damaging enough, but it's only the beginning. He's not going to know what hit him. No one messes with the Head Cheerleader and co. and gets away with it."
Rachel nods, "Yeah well just wait until I get my hands on him."
"That's not code for anything sexual is it Berry? Because let me..."
She's cut off with a very quiet but pronounced, "EW! No!"
Rachel can hear the smirk through the phone, "Just making sure there Berry."
Rachel sighs, calming her nerves and trying to rid herself of those atrocious images of Finn, "Like I was saying. He's in for a world of pain."
"Do you think you should do anything though? I mean, no offence, and if you repeat what I'm about to say to anyone I promise you you'll regret it, but no offence, you are rather...vertically challenged? Well petite and Finnocence isn't exactly the gentlest person around. You aren't me Ra...Berry. I don't think he'd, you know, 'get it' if you tried teaching him a lesson."
The young diva smiles, catching the slip-up and the underlying concern in the Latina's words, "San, as grateful as I am that you're concerned,"
The aforementioned Latina scoffs at that, Rachel continues with an eye-roll, "I'm very much capable of holding my own. I cant sit idly by after what he did to Quinn."
"But you aren't sitting idly by. You're helping out Q while I deal with him."
Rachel sighs, "That's just it. I want to deal with him too."
"You don't 'condone violence' Berry. What gives?"
The diva shrugs looking back down at the sleeping blonde, "I don't, but in this case I'm making an exception."
"The only exception?" The Latina asks with humor in her tone causing Rachel to laugh lightly, "No, because I have a feeling I'd do the same if it came to either yourself and Brit too. I don't take too kindly to my friends getting hurt."
Santana's quiet on the other end and Rachel half expects to hear the dial tone, thinking that perhaps the call was dropped. Just as she's about to call out her name she hears a muffled, "Damn it Berry." And then Brittany saying, "Hey Ray!"
Slightly confused she replies, "Hey Brit. Where'd Santana go?"
"Oh, she had to get off the phone before she said something really sweet. But I'm going to say it for her. What you said was really sweet Ray. S doesn't like when people know she's hurt and when they do she still doesn't like to show them that she needs someone to stick up for her, so a lot of people don't think she needs someone to come to her rescue. You saying that you would? That was really cool."
