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My father came to the school today trying to get me out of class.

Nice try. I’m not going anywhere with you.

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Thank goodness you didn't go with him.

#//I've been a little busy the past two days but I'm getting videos queued up #so I can devote more time here!#c;quinn

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"Most people do when they get to know me." She grinned.. "I like a lot here. I feel more at home than I ever have. Your dads are so nice and welcoming. Although, I wish there was bacon here." Quinn made a face. "I can get the stain out." She nodded. "I’m really mad. Didn’t I buy you that shirt?"

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"Bacon can happen. Although I'm not going to eat any of it, and nor will my fathers, I will go out to the grocery store and purchase bacon for you. I'll make it as well, I'm fairly decent at making food," Rachel smiled. She knew she wasn't the best at cooking, but she was convinced that one day she would try to make food or have her fathers make food for Quinn and serve her in a special way, in order to thank her for being a nice house guest. "You did buy this shirt for me, actually. I'm so sorry it's ruined."

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"Sorry!" She giggled. Quinn started brushing Rachel’s hair a bit more gently. "I’m not tender-headed at all, so I just rip through my hair." After the blonde got most of the tangles out she got the shampoo and started washing her hair. "I don’t really know what I do… I was just born with beautiful hair. It seems like you were too. And thank you."

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Rachel blushed at Quinn's nonchalant drop of a compliment. "You're so sweet and kind when you're not around people we know. I actually feel myself warming up to you, Quinn," the girl stated, adjusting herself to look at Quinn. But she soon adjusted herself back in her former position. "They got slushie all over my new shirt, which is unfortunate." She felt the damp stain, wincing at the feeling.

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"I’ll make sure they’re at the bottom of the pyramid for that." She said, grabbing a brush. "Just tell me who they are when you see them." Quinn brushed Rachel’s hair in silence for a minute. "I’m just trying to be nice to you, Rachel. You’re helping me so much, and even though I’m gonna have to go back eventually, at least I’m getting away for a while." She didn’t know why she was so honest with Rachel about her dad. She trusted her. "I just really appreciate you." She said, tearing up a little. "And for the experience part… Puckerman has gotten slushie on me when he’s gone on one of his rampages…"

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Rachel flinched at the feel of Quinn brushing her hair. The sticky tangles in her hair hurt as they were pulled with the bristles of the brush. "I'm glad you're appreciative of all that I have been doing for you; however, you're starting to get a little hurtful with the brush. If you would like to demonstrate your true appreciation, be a little easier with the hair brushing," the brunette teased. She cracked a smile, noting the blonde's teary eyes. "How do you manipulate your hair to look like that? It's always so perfect."

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Quinn looked up from her notebook, and saw Rachel covered in blueberry slushie. “Rachel…” She shut the notebook and stood up. “Who did this to you?” The blonde followed Rachel into the bathroom. That was the worst slushie she’d ever seen on Rachel, and honestly she felt terrible for her.

"You still look pretty. Don’t worry." She nodded. "Okay… Where do we start? Do you use a special shampoo or could we just use mine?" Quinn walked into her new room and grabbed a chair. "Sit." She ordered.

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Rachel brought her gaze to the blonde girl. "Some cheerleaders did it," she stated, shaking her head. "I don't know their names, my apologies." The brunette was genuinely shocked by the compliment that Quinn threw towards Rachel. She had never heard such kind words come out of the girl's mouth. Quinn never seemed to be this nice to Rachel -- so why was she beginning to be nice now?

"I am not quite sure that my special shampoo can fix damage such as this. It's never been quite so sticky in my hair before. I've always managed to make sure that my hair wasn't slushied...so we can use your shampoo, if that is alright," Rachel stated, taking a seat on the chair that Quinn had provided her. "I have combs and brushes in the top drawer." She directed Quinn to it, in case she needed to do any brushing. "And just for clarity purposes, I really do not comprehend why you're doing this for me. I didn't know that you had any experiences with slushie facials and such."

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Rachel wasn't sure what Quinn meant by "let's get you cleaned up". She wasn't sure if that was code for let's pour more slushie down your shirt and in your hair or what. Rachel was completely clueless. She made her sticky-slushie self over to the guest bedroom and knocked on the door. "It's Rachel, dripping in slushie...why does my hair have to be so sticky?" Peaking into Quinn's room a little, she looked around for the girl before popping her head back out of the room and closing the door. "I'll be in the bathroom, trying not to drip all over the carpet..." Upon arriving to the bathroom, Rachel left the door open and looked at herself in the mirror.

"What a disaster," the brunette stated, looking through her clumpy hair with pieces and fragments of slushie. "Blueberry is new...and unfortunately so is this shirt." Rachel inspected the damage on her new shirt. It was stained with blue and pink spots. "What a disaster," she repeated.