Thank you Officer Moore." Rachel thanks him as Quinn gives him a smile of her own.
He waves them off, and waits for them to enter the house before reversing out of the driveway and making his way down the road.
"Moore, there's something I saw at the house but I cant be too sure I actually saw it right." The young partner is cut off, "I know, I saw it too when I did my initial search. That little girl's been through a hell of a night and I wasn't going to freak her out further by adding vandalism to the whole thing."
The young officer nods his head then asks, "Did you happen to actually make out what was...?"
He shakes his head, slightly confused, "I wasn't aware there was actual words, I didn't exactly pay attention, I was making sure he wasn't around still."
The young man nods solemnly, "Yeah well it was definitely letters, but you couldn't really make much of it in the dark."
Officer Moore nods stiffly as he puts the car in park and turns off the ignition in front of the Berry residence, pulling out a canister of coffee, "Call in the station and let them know that we're expecting relief at 5."
As his younger partner does as he's told, Moore turns back to face the house and whispers, "This is going to be a long night. Leroy Berry, where are you, now that our small town finally has a problem to solve."
Xoxo
"Quinn Charlotte Fabray!"
The young blonde immediately freezes. Her right hand in Rachel's, her left gripping one of the bags tightly.
Judy comes rushing from the living room where she had obviously been pacing, her robe flying behind her, hair up in a wild bun, hazel eyes frantic and worried.
She quickly looks over her daughter, not really making the connection that Rachel was also in the house.
"Where have you been? And was that a police cruiser pulling out of the driveway? What has gotten into you?"
Snapping out of her slight daze, Quinn pulls Rachel closer to her side and clears her throat, "Mommy please, please calm down. Just please. I promise I'll explain everything."
The pleading in her voice doesn't go unnoticed by Judy and that seems to do the trick seeing as the next thing out of the older blonde is, "Oh my goodness Rachel darling."
Judy pulls the tiny brunette towards her, wrapping her arms tightly around her frame. Quinn keeps her hand in Rachel's, not for lack of wanting to let go, but the brunette seems to have had other plans.
"Let's get you settled in bed." Judy starts slowly and gently taking her to the stairs.
Rachel squeezes Quinn's hand before finally letting go and allowing herself to be taken away.
Quinn runs a hand across her face before pulling out her cell phone and calling Santana letting her know they got home.
Hanging up, she picks up the bags and carries them to her room. There was no way she was going to be able to let the brunette sleep in the guest room after this crazy night. She needed to know she was okay.
Upon entering her room she sees her mother and her Rachel in her bed. Her mother rubbing and scratching Rachel's back, as the brunette had her head on Judy's lap, both not talking seemingly waiting for Quinn.
As soon as Quinn puts the bags away and slips out of her shoes, her mother clears her throat slightly, "So, you wanna tell me why you dragged a pajama wearing Rachel home, with an entourage of policemen following you?"
