The Rachel Berry house party trainwreck extravaganza (Faberry)

Chapter 8: The sleepover

Rachel's POV

I sit by the window in my room and stare out onto the street and wait for Quinn to come over. I sit there for a few minutes before Quinn's red car comes into view. I spring up and run to the stairs. I stay there and wait for Quinn to knock. I hear a light pounding on the door and I barrel down the stairs and fling open the door.

"Quinn!" I yell and jump into the blonde. She catches me.

"Hi Rach." She keeps me in the air and takes a few steps into my house before spinning me around in her arms. I tuck my face in her neck and squeal. Quinn puts me down and grabs me by the shoulders. I stare into her gleaming hazel eyes.

"What's first?" Quinn asks with a smile.

"I made a whole itinerary and wrote it all down on my phone. So first we are going to start with..."

"How about we go get breadstix I only ate a banana today. I'll drive." Quinn interupts me as kindly as possible.

"Yes I have wanted to go there since they finally updated the vegan section of the menu. Ooh and then we can get ice cream at this place just down the street." I stop myself from rambling on and on.

"Okay okay come on." Quinn grabs me by the cuff of my sweater and escorts me to her car.

The waitress walks off with our cleared dinner plates. We sit across from eachother in a booth.

"Can I ask you something?" I shift on the leather booth. Quinn glares at me and she seems a little confused.

"Yeah Rach whats up?" Quinn asks.

"Who gave you my phone number? I know I didn't give it to you and neither did Noah. So who did?"

"Santana." Quinn laughs a little.

"How did Santana get it. She hates me." I open my phone and check through my contacts to see if I have Santana's number.

"From Britt. And I think Santana is starting to not hate you." Quinn pulls my phone out of my hand and sets it on the table. I look up to Quinn and she raises her eyebrows.

"And who did Brittany get my number from." A familiar blonde pops over the partition of the booth

"I stole your phone once thinking it was mine. I didn't realise it wasnt mine until I went to call Lord Tubbinton to remind him to take his birth control pill and I didn't have his number. Then I called my phone with yours and it was in my pocket the whole time. Then I chucked your phone into the choir room. Thats how I got your number." Brittany calmy states. My jaw was on the floor the whole time she told the story. I look over and see Santana sitting by Brittany on the other side of the half wall with her nose scrunched up in disgust almost. I peer over at Quinn who's jaw is also on the floor. Quinn lockes eyes with me and mouths problem solved.

"Um okay thank you for that Britt, how did you two know we were going to be here." Quinn asks Santana.

"We didn't I was starving after that hot make out sesh and I needed to eat something that wasn't girl related." Santana smiles at Brittany obviously referring to something that happened between them.

"Oh god." I put my hands over my ears. "I didn't need to know the details." I cry out.

"I didn't reveal much do you want me to tell you that when Brittany..." Quinn reaches over and puts her hand over Santana's mouth before her words can infiltrate my virgin ears.

"Santana." Quinn says through her teeth. "Play nice, please." Quinn whispers the last part. Santana rolls her eyes.

"For you but not for her." Santana uses her head to point to me. I sink down in the booth.