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Take a step Back	By : DBAngel0322 Category: G through L > Glee Views: 6035 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Rachel smiled at the blonde cheerleader. She wasn't sure if the cheerleader would say yes. Rachel was about to say thank you when there was a knock at the door.
"Rachel honey, dinner is ready," Rachel's balding father said opening the door.
"Thanks Dad. Is it alright if Quinn joins us for dinner and stays the night?" Rachel asked her father.
"I don't see a problem. We'll run it by Daddy at dinner."
Rachel's dad closed the door. The diva looked down at her hands, she looked nervous.
"You ok?" the cheerleader asked the singer.
"Yea. Dad is a pushover. He pretty much gives into all my wants. Daddy is more the enforcer and he's protective…"
"I did pick up on the protective side in the nurse's office."
Rachel nodded.
"I take it your Daddy knows, or will know who I am. And will remember all the horrible things I have done to you."
The diva nodded again.
"Does he hold grudges?"
"He can," Rachel informed Quinn.
"Well there is only one thing to do," Quinn said standing. She extended her hand for the diva to take. "Go to dinner. Let him see the new Quinn who has been trying to reach out to you for the last week. And today came to your rescue. I'll endure whatever he has to through at me. The worst that could happen he could throw me out."
Rachel took Quinn's hand. "I won't let that happen," Rachel said leading the way out.

The dinner was silent. Rachel introduced Quinn to both of her fathers. Her Dad, the one with the glasses, was welcomed Quinn with open arms. Rachel's daddy kept silent. He was sizing her up, trying to figure her out, and put together all the facts he had about the cheerleader.
"So Quinn, you're in glee with Rachel," the large man finally spoke.
"Yes."
"And based on your outfit you're also cheerleader."
Quinn looked at her outfit. It still had green coloring from when Rachel was slushied. She didn't bring extra clothes. Coach Sylvester had offered her an extra cheerios uniform but Quinn turned it down. Part of her wanted the school to see the slushy on her. See the evidence that the rumor was true. "Yes," she replied.
"Head cheerleader?"
"Uh yes," Quinn said looking down at her hands.
"The same head cheerleader that got pregnant last year?"
Quinn nodded at the question. Rachel watched her new friend and felt bad her daddy was interrogating her like this. Then again she shouldn't be surprised he was a police officer. Not for Lima but for the state of Ohio.
"So if I'm correct you're the same head cheerleader that would tease and taunt my daughter on a daily basis."
Quinn nodded. She wasn't going to deny it. She did tease Rachel on a daily basis. Quinn never physically threw a slushy in Rachel's face but on about half the occasions she had ordered them to be thrown.
"Let's start with the beginning. Why did you tease my daughter on a daily basis?"
"It was expected of me. I was head cheerleader at the top of the social ladder. Rachel was at the bottom. It was made clear to me that I had to keep the social order. So I gave in to peer pressure and tried to make high school miserable for her. There is no excuse or reason for treating your daughter like that. And I'm sorry for what I have done."
"What changed?"
"When I was at the bottom with Rachel, she came to my aid. She helped me to see that glee was a place that I'll be accepted unconditionally. I owe Rachel for helping me when I was at my low."
"But you're captain again. Correct me if I'm wrong but haven't you threatened my daughter with physical violence."
Rachel stiffened in her seat. She had forgotten she had told her fathers that Quinn had said she wanted to punch her in the face.
"I am captain again. I haven't reverted back to my old ways of being cruel. But I haven't been nice either. I have said I wanted to punch her, but it wasn't a threat. It was my response, my review of a song Rachel had sung with Finn when Mr. Shuster had a duets competition in glee. I don't like violence, and have never lifted a finger at any one, unless physically provoked."
"You mean when this Santana attacked you in the hallway."
Quinn let out a small laugh before turning to the diva sitting across from her. "You do tell your dads everything don't you?" The cheerleader turned back to Rachel's daddy. "Yes. Santana had attacked my in the hallway after getting her demoted to the bottom of the pyramid. And I became captain again."
"Daddy I think Quinn has endured enough of your questioning. So is it alright if Quinn stays the night?"
"Hang on Rachel," he responded holding up his hand to his daughter. "I have one more question. Where were you today when Rachel was attacked?"
"I was in Coach Sylvester's office."
"So did you see the whole thing?"
"No. Becky did though. Coach and I were talking strategy and Becky was watching for spies. She informed us that a jock tackled someone to the ground. Then Coach and I went to stop the attack from going any further. We were both unaware that Karofsky had attacked Rachel until Coach pulled him off Rachel. I went to Rachel's aid, checked her for injuries and took her to the nurse's office."
"Daddy. Quinn has been nothing but nice to me this past week, especially today. She came to my aid. Checked me for injuries and carried me to both principal Figgins' office and the nurse's office. She also brought me all notes I missed, and my homework assignments. She may feel some guilt for what she has done in the past, and may be trying to make up for it. But I know that all the actions Quinn has done have been sincere. Now I'm asking for Quinn to stay, because I need a friend right now." Rachel ranted to her father. She turned her attention to the cheerleader. "I feel safer when she is near."
"Hun you heard her," Rachel's dad finally chimed in.
The big man took a deep breath and slowly let it out. "Fine. But you put one toe out of line and out," he said pointing to the cheerleader.
Rachel got up from her chair and wrapped her arms around her father. "Thank you Daddy."
"You're welcome sweetheart."

Quinn was in the bathroom changing into some clothes Rachel loaned her. Rachel was changing into her usual pajama outfit. She was pulling the blankets back when she heard Quinn come out of the bathroom.
"So where am I gonna sleep?" the cheerleader asked.
Rachel turned to look at her and her mouth dropped. Quinn had requested a pair of shorts and a tank top to wear. She said she got hot while she slept, and wore next to nothing at home; sometimes nothing at all. The shorts Rachel lent became booty shorts on the cheerleader. The tank top was too short, showing a few inches of skin above the shorts. Quinn saw the diva staring and immediately wrapped her hands around her stomach covering it.
Rachel took note of Quinn's self-conscious behavior. "Sorry I didn't mean to stare. You just look amazing. I can't even tell that you were once pregnant."
"You're just being nice," Quinn replied tightening her grip around her stomach.
Rachel walked over to her friend. "Quinn I'm being serious. I've always been jealous of your beauty. You could get any guy or girl at our school. You look amazing."
Quinn kept her gaze down as her face turned red from the complements. "Thanks Rachel," Quinn replied. She finally looked up and opened her arms for Rachel to fill the void. The diva obliged, wrapping her arms around the cheerleader's torso.
Releasing the diva Quinn asked, "So where am I sleeping?"
Rachel walked over to her bed and sat down. "I've never had someone sleep over before. I figured you could just take the other side of the bed."
"That's fine. But I should probably warn you there is a possibility that you may wake up with my arms wrapped around you."
"Excuse me?" Rachel asked letting out a small laugh.
"You may wake up with my arms wrapped around you."
"And why would you do that?"
"What I am about to tell you does not leave this room," Quinn said in a stern but playful voice.
"Promise," Rachel said raising her right hand.
Quinn went over and sat next to the diva. "Well I still sleep with a stuffed lamb. It's my transitional object. I've had it since I was a baby. So when I'm sleeping my arms are wrapped snuggly around it. When I don't have it my arms just manage to sneak around the closest object, animal or person around."
"Really? Are you going to tell me some of the other items, animals or people you have wrapped in your arms?"
"Remember your promise. And for the record it's only when I'm not home like when I did go to sleep overs or at cheerleader camp. Uhm let's see. Both Brittany and Santana have woken up in my embrace. Uhm there was one time I had Brittany's duck, which was not a good morning. Let's see, people's cats and dogs. Seat cushions from a couch…."Quinn paused trying to remember what else she had hugged in her sleep. "I think that is it."
Rachel was laughing at Quinn's confession.
"It's not funny," Quinn said giving the diva a small shove.
"Sorry Quinn. I think it's really cute. You need to have something or someone in your arms. I think it'll be fine. And I promise I won't tell anyone."
"This includes your dads," Quinn said pointing to the diva.
"Not a soul."

Rachel had slept surprisingly well that night. She took some pain medicine before getting into bed. When she awoke she felt something warm up against her back. Rachel turned her head to see the cheerleader pressed against her back. She looked down and saw Quinn's arms wrapped snuggly around her. Rachel smiled remembering the head cheerleader's confession.
The diva lightly moved her hand down Quinn's arm, stopping at her wrist. She lightly grasped the hand, trying to free herself from the cheerleader's embrace. But when she did Quinn pulled Rachel closer into her, holding on to her tighter.
Being prevented from leaving her own bed caused the diva to panic. Her heart began to pace and her breathing became labored.
"Quinn," the diva said over her shoulder, trying to keep her voice from sounding panicky. "Quinn let me go."
"Why would you want to go?" the girl behind her asked.
"I need to go to the bathroom."
The cheerleader's grasped tightened. "NO!" she practically yelled.
Rachel was ready to hit the cheerleader to get her to let go. She looked over her shoulder and saw the cheerleader's eyes were still closed. She furrowed her brow and asked, "Why not?"
Rachel saw the lips of Quinn move but her eyes remained closed. "Because when you go to the bathroom you don't come back out."
Curiosity took over Rachel's panic attack. She tried to turn in the blonde's arms, but was unsuccessful. "Quinn let me look at you, loosen your grip so I can turn," she ordered the girl next to her.
The cheerleader's body obliged allowing Rachel to turn around, placing her arm around the sleeping beauty. She wanted to watch Quinn. She was trying to figure out if her friend was awake or faking it. "What do you mean I don't come back out?"
"When you go in there, you don't come out. After getting tired of waiting I'll go in there. I find…" Quinn trailed off.
"What do you find?"
"I can't," tears started to form in the sleeping eyes of the cheerleader.
"Tell me Quinn."
"I find your body."
Rachel fell silent. The cheerleader was having dreams where the diva was dead. "What happened to me?"
"You killed yourself."
"How?"
"Does it matter? You're here now in my arms. I'm not letting you go. I won't lose you. I love you too much to lose you."
"What?"
"I love you," Quinn said again. She again pulled the diva closer to her.
"You love me?"
"Yes I always have."
"How can you love me if you've been so cruel to me?"
"I never told you but that is also the reason I was so mean to you. I wasn't supposed to love you because of our social norms of high school. As well as how I was raised. So I was mean to try and not love you."
Rachel couldn't believe what she was hearing. She was now convinced the woman holding on to her was definitely sleeping. She knew she could get the truth by continuing to talk to the cheerleader while she slept. But she wanted to look the cheerleader in the eyes. Rachel reached for Quinn's shoulder and gave it a shake. "Quinn!" she practically yelled in her ear.
The cheerleader abruptly woke up and sat up. Her arm was still underneath the diva. "Rachel, are you ok?"
"I'm fine."
"Good," Quinn said lying back down. She turned her head to look at the diva, noticing her arm underneath the diva. "Did you wake up wrapped in my arms?"
"I did, but that's not why I woke you up."
"Ok…"
"You were talking in your sleep."
"Oh…" Quinn turned her head looking up at the ceiling. "What did I say?"
"Well you wouldn't let me go pee, because I wouldn't come back out. How long have you been having dreams about me killing myself?"
Quinn took a deep breath. Tears were forming in her eyes. "Since last week," the cheerleader confessed. "After I found you in the choir room I've been afraid that you'd hurt yourself. I keep having the same dream and it always ended with you excusing yourself to the bathroom. I'd wait for a while, and then when I go into the bathroom I find your body in a pool of blood."
"How do I do it?" Rachel whispered.
Quinn rolled onto her side and wrapped her other arm around the diva. "Do you really need to know?"
"I was just curious."
"It's not important."
Rachel nodded. She wanted to confront the cheerleader on her confession of love but decided against it. "Did you have the dream last night?"
Quinn shook her head. "It started the same but ended differently."
"How did it end?"
Quinn took a minute to think of the dream she was having before the diva woke her up. "Like this," Quinn said motioning to her arms.
"Me in your arms," Rachel said smirking.
Quinn nodded in response. "You know last night was the first night I've slept in a week. I always wake up after finding you, and cannot go back to sleep. What about you did you have any night terrors?"
Rachel shook her head. "Now can I go pee?"
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