Santana reaches the phone ahead of Brittany, who then decides to veer off to grab their shoes.
"Yeah?"
Rachel rolls her eyes at the lack of proper greeting, "You guys can come by- we're just thinking of staying in tonight. A movie or two, some quiet-"
Santana cuts her off as gently as Santana can, "Got it Short-stuff, we won't bring it up. We talk when she's ready. I'll bring some root beer."
A gentle smile forms on Rachel's face, "Thank you."
Santana slips the phone into her pocket as she turns around towards Brittany, "Alright B, we're stopping by the 7/11 for some drinks; do you have-"
Brittany lifts up a couple of bags, "Our stuff's ready baby-let's go get our cuddles on!"
All Santana can do really is smile as she's led out of the house with Brittany's hand in hers.
Xoxoxoxo
Once Rachel hangs up the phone, and is within reaching distance, Quinn is pulling her towards her place on the couch, "Come on, hurry, you're letting me get cold again."
Rachel rolls her eyes, but acquiesces as she lays back down so that her back is to Quinn's front, facing the television, "Okay bossy. You can press play now."
Quinn gives her a tiny smile that she can't see, and places a kiss to the back of her head before pressing play on the remote and letting Master Chef continue.
"I can't believe you like watching this." She says, as she tightens her grip on Rachel's waist.
"I can't believe you didn't know about this obsession sooner. It's like Rachel Berry 101." Rachel teases, as she carefully looks over her shoulder so she doesn't accidently knock her head into Quinn's face.
Quinn rolls her eyes but says nothing as Rachel turns back around to face the screen. She doesn't much care for the show, not in the same way Rachel does, but she doesn't mind watching it either. She's just immensely grateful that Rachel understands her need to not talk about things right now; that she just wants some closeness and her touch, she wants to hold her and be held too.
As if hearing her thoughts, Rachel slides her hands down to Quinn's arms and rests them over them, rubbing her thumbs across her arm, completely immersed in the show before her.
Letting out a deep sigh, Quinn pulls her closer to her body still and buries her face into her hair, breathing deeply and feeling her shoulders relax even further, suddenly feeling an intense need to cry overcome her.
She allows a tear to roll down her cheek, but otherwise holds back. She's at peace, and is completely comfortable right now with Rachel in her arms, loving her, allowing Quinn to love her back. She doesn't want to have to cry; not right now.
Rachel, although seemingly zoned out to the rest of the world that isn't Master Chef, is highly aware of Quinn. She knows the blonde is feeling off and vulnerable. She knows that, and is being adamant in not drawing attention to it; not when she knows Quinn doesn't want to talk about it right now.
So she does what she can. She pushes herself closer to Quinn, and pulls her arms further into her body, and puts one of Quinn's feet between the both of hers, mumbling, "My feet at freezing you giant furnace. Heat them up, please?"
Quinn snorts into her neck, and it causes Rachel to shiver and giggle, "Yes princess. Not like you gave me a choice though. You went right ahead and wedged your icicle foot between my nice warm feet."
Rachel doesn't reply and Quinn doesn't mind, not really. She loves her, all the way down to Rachel's ice cold feet, that never seem to be able to retain any heat on their own.
