Where love leads us-Faberry

Chapter 8

Quinn had been laying awake in bed with her eyes glued to the clock on the hotel nightstand. She had been staring at it for the last half hour in complete silence. It wasn't natural. The quietness. She was certain that the hotel soundproofed their rooms now. She couldn't hear the cars on the street or the people walking down the sidewalk starting their day. Just the hum of the electronics in her suite and the light click as the rotary dial flipped over on the clock indicating another minute had passed.

"Seven freaking thirty and I'm wide awake." She mumbled to herself, feeling the need to hear something. "And Rachel didn't even have to do it." With the mention of her wife her mind instantly started doing the calculations to see what time it was back in New York but she knew it was far too early to call. The diva would probably only harass her about it anyway. Quinn wanted to at least make it through the first day with an apparent sense of independence.

As part of that show of autonomy, the blonde rolled over on her back and stretched out as far as she could to encompass the whole bed before smiling lightly and making snow angles in her sheets. She really was trying to make the best of her situation but the truth was it brought her cowering back into past emotions and the faint smile fell from her face as she stilled her limbs.

Looking up at the ceiling the blonde took in a deep breath in and let it out slowly. Two weeks. Two weeks and then she was going to be back at home with her wife, her children, her parents, her friends. It wasn't like before. She wasn't walking away with the intention of never seeing them again. There was no emotional abandonment on either side. She just wasn't physically there with them. And that problem would be rectified in thirteen days from now.

Quinn nodded to herself as the logic played out in her mind, already seeing the brighter side of one day down, thirteen more to go. And the more she thought about it, the more she realized that Rachel had been right. She was going to be busy and time would just fly by. Today was already set to be hectic. As she thought about it even more, Kim probably booked her for as many interviews, meetings, and lectures as she could possibly fit in so Quinn's down time was minimal. The blonde chuckled to herself over her epiphany. She had good friends who were looking out for her.

Just then the phone rang and the blonde sighed one more time before answering it and truly beginning her day. "Hello?"

"Mrs. Fabray, this is your requested wake up call for 7:45. Is there anything you will be needing this morning? Room service?"

She couldn't help but shake her head. Rachel was the one that loved soaking up the attention of being waited on hand and foot. Not her. "No thank you."

"Very well. Have a wonderful morning."

A wonderful morning. Right... The buzz she had previously been feeling about the day's adventures faded once again and she looked around the bright room in eerie silence. Right now Rachel would be pacing back and forth between the bathroom and the bed nudging the blonde awake and ordering her to get the boys up and dressed while she headed down for breakfast, letting Maddy sleep in just a little bit longer to avoid any mini diva tantrums. Quinn would then grown and mumble something incoherent into her pillow before the covers were stripped off the bed violently as Rachel's final warning for her to get her ass out of bed.

But instead of getting that half-hearted annoyance from her wife which always fell flat because of the smile on the brunette's face, Quinn now laid there motionless trying to find her own will power to get up. With a final roll of her eyes she stretched her arm out blindly and found her cell phone, quickly dialing a number and covering her face in shame.

"Hello?"

The blonde smiled and began to chuckle. "Please tell me to get my ass out of bed." A muffled and groggy laugh crackled over the speaker back at her.