That night, after much deliberation and finally succeeding in reassuring the older Fabray that she was indeed fine to stay at home alone, Quinn calls her just as she's getting ready to turn down the bed.
"Hey Rach."
The brunette chuckles, "Hi. You do realize that we were in each other's company not even 2 hours ago, right?"
She hears shuffling and then the ruffling of sheets, "I know, I just got used to calling you before bed that's all. And I haven't been these past few days, so it kinda felt about time."
Rachel can feel her heart flutter against her chest and she's pretty sure, had there been brighter light, just about anyone could see that she was blushing.
She clears her throat lightly, "Oh well routine is routine, and I know how comforting they are."
The other end goes silent as if the blonde was contemplating what to say.
"I don't mean that it's a routine and I have to do it Rach." She finally says quietly.
Rachel holds her breath, and just as she's about to ask what she means, Quinn continues, "I mean it, in the sense that, it feels good to talk to you. It's not a chore...it's something I look forward to, ya know? I don't have to...I want to."
"Oh."
She mentally slaps herself. 'Oh? That's the best you can come up with? Smooth Berry. Real smooth.'
Quinn laughs across the line, as she snuggles herself deeper into her bed, "Yeah, oh. You know you could've stayed here Rachel. It would make it easier to car pool, and it's closer to school."
The young diva giggles, "Quinn it's like five minutes in the opposite direction."
The blonde smiles lazily, rolling over to her side, "Mmm okay, so it isn't exactly closer to the school. But my other defense still stands. It does make it easier to car pool. You don't have to drive to get me, then back to get the others."
Rachel turns down the covers and climbs into bed, "Uhuh I see. As well thought out as that is, I still have some homework left here that I need tomorrow, it's a presentation that's done, and I just needed to go over the finer details. Besides, it's not like I haven't been on my own before."
The brunette honestly didn't mean it any other way except at face value. That this wouldn't have been the first time her parents had to leave her for a certain amount of time.
The blonde did not take it that way, not entirely, "Rach, that's not something you should be used to."
The tiny diva shrugs, and starts to say that it's okay, but is cut off by Quinn interjecting quietly, "Can you do me a favor?"
Rachel rolls over unto her belly and props up onto her elbows, "Of course, anything."
"Pack a bag with extra clothes, and pajamas if you want, I have some but I mean you might be more comfortable in your own, and bring your stuff that you might need. Uhm I want you to stay here with me, I mean with my mom and me, until your dads come back."
Immediately Rachel is sitting straight up in bed, "What no, Quinn I can't do that."
"You said anything Rachel. And it's not like you'd be putting us out. We have more than enough room. Please? You'd be doing me a favor."
Since being told what the blonde was asking of her, Rachel has been continuously shaking her head, "Quinn, it's not like a weekend sleepover. Tomorrow is Wednesday; my parents are going to be home on Thursday. One more night, that's all."
The blonde shakes her head now, "That's not the point. And! I happen to know that they aren't going to be home until late Thursday night."
The brunette face palms and berates herself for disclosing that information.
