Rachel I swear if you don't stop trying to do everything for me I'm going to scream!"
Quinn huffs as yet another pillow is fluffed and placed behind her back on the couch.
Rachel rolls her eyes, "Nonsense. I cant possibly be doing everything for you. Or were you under the impression that I'm breathing for you as well?"
Quinn narrows her eyes slightly at Rachel, trying her hardest not to laugh at the absurdity of that question, "Don't brush of what you're doing here Rachel Berry. It's a bruise. I'm fine. It's not like I've had my arm amputated. Please stop making such a big deal out of it? I don't want your dads to worry either."
Rachel's eyes widen suddenly, "You should tell daddy. Isnt this like abuse or harassment maybe?"
Quinn shakes her head widely, "I dont think it'd make a difference. I mean technically we weren't invited into the house and well...We were supposed to be in school." Quinn says the end sheepishly.
Rachel takes a seat beside the blonde and hums quietly in agreement.
"So..." Quinn says after a few minutes of silence, watching the brunette away in her thoughts.
Rachel smiles up at her and gives her hand a light squeeze, "How about I go and get us a couple of apples to tide us over until dinner and you go ahead and turn on the TV."
The blonde nods her head becoming very fond of the idea of just relaxing on the couch with the brunette.
Quinn leans forward, reaching out for the TV remote control, clicking it on and leaning back against the numerous cushions behind her, sighing contentedly as she does so.
Rachel smiles at her from the doorway before shaking her head lightly and handing over one of the apples before sitting down next to her and propping her legs in her lap, Quinn's empty hand automatically going to rest atop her legs.
"Did you find anything of interest?"
Quinn shrugs, licking her lips of the juice before answering, "I don't have something specific to watch."
Rachel nods and watches as Quinn continues flicking through channels, stopping at each channel waiting for Rachel's opinion, before changing it again.
"...You know pretty much get down tonight."
Rachel and Quinn turn and face each other, identical grins appearing on both of their faces before Quinn turns the volume up and scoots down farther into the couch and munching on her apple.
Rachel giggles, "FRIENDS it is then." Wiggling her sock clad toes as both of their attention drift to the TV.
The two watch as Ross complains about some guy Rachel met at the movies, saying how he should be the one taking down his messages. Or that Ross and Rachel should be together and they get some kind of messaging service.
To which of course Phoebe replies with, "Hang in there. It's going to happen."
Ross exasperatedly questions, "Okay now, how, how do you know that?"
"Because she's your lobster."
Rachel's feet stop wiggling, and Quinn all but spits out the apple she had in her mouth.
All movement is suddenly stopped as the two keep their eyes glued on the television screen.
"Come on you guys. It's a known fact that lobsters fall in love and mate for life. And you know what? You can actually see old lobster couples walking around their tank you know, like holding claws."
Rachel could hardly believe what she was hearing. Her eyes were as wide as dinner plates and her jaw was just about in her lap it was opened so wide.
