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In an effort to not come on too strong (because really, that was what tended to drive away any potential friends that Rachel might make) she noted Quinn’s sarcasm, and pointedly decided not to continue on her spiel about why vegan food was so good. She couldn’t help but glance around Quinn’s house as she led her to the kitchen, taking note of just how impressive it was. It was a big house, probably even bigger than hers – and it was just lovely. Rachel tended to critique the homes of her friends, which again, was probably why she didn’t have any – but shockingly, she had nothing bad to say about Quinn’s home. “May I say that your home is absolutely lovely?” Rachel couldn’t help herself, she had to make it known when she appreciated something.  “Thank you!” Rachel couldn’t help the bashful smile that crept up on her, Quinn’s compliment had just seemed so genuine! “It was really no trouble. I like cooking for people. Besides, if you’re feeling ill, homemade chicken noodle is absolutely dire.” 

Quinn couldn’t help but crack a grin; Rachel sounded so happy to serve soup to her new friend. It truly was something special—something kind. Quinn couldn’t remember the last time someone actually made something for her, and certainly nothing as special as homemade soup. Especially for her. It sent her heart aflutter. “That’s very true,” she replied, her lips curving into a coy smile. “May I?” she asked, reaching for the soup flask. “Do you think we need to heat it up in the microwave, or should we be okay to tuck in? Barbra's waiting patiently for us in the living room.”

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Rachel never went to parties. Partially because she never got invited (which really did baffle her, because she was a total catch) and even if she was by-chance invited, she always declined. Parties tended to lead to the consumption of alcohol, and alcohol tended to lead to bad decisions, and bad decisions tended to be unpleasant – ergo, parties were nothing but bad luck. However, last night had been different. Her dads never went out if she didn’t have plans, and since she didn’t have friends – she rarely had plans on Friday night. Listening to her dads talking about how they wanted to go out on a date night was enough to guilt Rachel into insisting that they go out because she had plans to head out to a party. Rachel was positive that she was going to regret actually showing up to the party the very moment she arrived, and for a little bit she did regret it – that was, until she met Quinn Fabray. Quinn was the type of girl Rachel usually went out of her way to avoid at all costs; popular,  charismatic, beautiful, intimidating.. Basically everything that Rachel wasn’t, and everything that scared Rachel. Quinn was different, though. She wasn’t mean. She was kind and funny, and she made Rachel laugh harder than she had in a long time. Although Rachel had been slightly intoxicated at the time, she was almost sure that she hadn’t felt a connection like that with another person in a long time.

Saying that Rachel Berry was a perfectionist was an understatement. She’d double checked her soup recipe about five times before actually making it, and even after that – she’d tasted it herself and then forced her dads to taste it to make sure that it didn’t taste peculiar in the slightest. If Quinn was sick, this soup had to be absolutely amazing. Bad tasting soup would only make Quinn feel worse, and then give her a bad impression of Rachel and her talents in the kitchen – which was the last thing she wanted. She even spent longer than necessary picking out clothes, debating on what was too casual and what wasn’t casual enough – debating on a pink sweater or a purple sweater (pink, always pink). She knew she was probably doing a bit much, but she wanted to make sure that she made an excellent first-sober impression! And obsessing over every last detail was the best way to go about that.

When she finally left her house and arrived at Quinn’s, she was confident in not only her soup – but also her appearance. She knew that going so far into detail when meeting up with a friend was a bit ridiculous, but she was incredibly nervous and excited, and just wanted Quinn to think good things about her. So, she straightened her sweater out, plastered a smile on her face and knocked on the door.  

Once Quinn answered the door, all of Rachel’s nervousness went away. She was almost immediately reminded of just how comfortable she’d been with Quinn the other night, and soon enough all she felt was that same comfort.  “Hello,” Rachel couldn’t help but grin, stepping inside and holding up the canteen filled with soup. “Of course something smells good! I’m telling you, if you don’t regularly eat vegan cuisine, you’re missing out. It tastes good, it’s good for you – and you’re not hurting any animals. What’s not to love?”

In an act of endearment, Quinn rolled her eyes, closing the door as Rachel wandered into the house. “Yeah, yeah,” she replied, smirking as she followed up behind. “Come on, I’ll show you the kitchen.” She tilted her head to the left before leading the way. The kitchen, like the rest of her home, was large. Considering only she, her father, mother, and (sometimes) sister lived here, having as much space as they did seemed highly unnecessary. She reached for two bowls from one of the cupboards, setting them atop a marble counter. “Your soup really does smell delicious, Rachel,” she said, whirling around to face her with a smile. “Thanks for bringing it over. I mean, you really didn’t have to. It’s very sweet.”

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Quinn never usually attended parties unless she was absolutely required to be there, but last night was different—and this morning she could look back and say she was happy to be there. Not because of the booming music or the sloppy drunks stumbling into the walls, but because of a girl (something that sounded strange in Quinn’s head). Rachel Berry was her name, and she was Quinn’s saving grace. Exhausted from being hit on relentlessly by New York’s finest (read: worst) bachelors, they stowed away into one of the large house’s empty bedrooms. It was there that they watched reruns of terrible late night reality shows, talked about nonsense Quinn couldn’t even remember, and laughed all night long—the kind of laughing that made her stomach ache; the kind she hadn’t experienced in so long. 

Now sober, Quinn hoped—but was sure that—they’d have just as much of a good time. For a Saturday that was supposed to be relaxed, she was anything but. She didn’t know why she was so nervous; the acrobats in her stomach couldn’t be tamed. Maybe it was because Rachel was still new to her, and, rather oddly, Quinn really wanted Rachel to like her—and maybe that was why the starting credits of Funny Girl were frozen on her TV screen, ready and waiting for Rachel to arrive.

When she heard a knock-knock-knock, she jumped up from the couch and brisked to the front door. She slid the lock, reached for the handle, and pulled the door open to find last night’s familiar face. Quinn’s warm gaze met Rachel’s, an excited grin on her face she just couldn’t hold back for the life of her. "Hey,” she said, manoeuvring behind the door to let Rachel inside. “Something smells good.” And that, she had to guess, was Rachel’s vegan chicken noodle soup—the very same she’d teased her about over text. 

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RACHEL: I can really see that, actually. You sort of remind me of those classic Hollywood starlets. You've got that sort of classic, timeless beauty look that you associate with them. Maybe you're immortal and used to live all the way back then, Edward Cullen style?

RACHEL: Exactly! It's disgusting, and probably just made for strange perverts who enjoy watching people get hacked up for whatever reason. I'll never understand the appeal.

RACHEL: Just a few minutes away, but once you taste my soup, the wait will definitely be worth it! ;)

QUINN: Oh, you flatter me. I don't know if I could tolerate being immortal, though. Could you imagine the centuries of human stupidity I'd have to encounter? An average lifespan—or maybe slightly over, considering I won prom queen in high school—is just enough for me.

QUINN: True facts, Berry. At least I know *you* don't get psyched by people being hacked up before you come over!

QUINN: Move those little legs faster! I'll see you at the door in a few. :)

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RACHEL: That's good, gives me one less thing to worry about!

RACHEL: Who isn't a fan of Barbra Streisand? She's a legend. I don't think there's another living person who exceeds her talent and grace. Breakfast at Tiffany's is a great movie! Audrey Hepburn is amazing, truly a timeless beauty, sort of like Barbra! Hm, sounds to me like you're a big fan of all the classics.

RACHEL: I've actually never seen Jaws! I'm not a big fan of scary movies.

RACHEL: Homemade soup and Funny Girl sounds like the perfect day in. You should be thankful that you get to spend your day like that. :P

QUINN: Yup, you got me. I love the classics. And old Hollywood. Something about that era really draws me in.

QUINN: I've seen *some* of it. I mean, I can stomach those kinds of movies, but I'm not a huge fan unless the movie has a compelling plot. A lot of "scary movies" are just glorified gory tapes with no backstory. It's senseless.

QUINN: I am. :) Are you nearly here? I'm hungry!

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RACHEL: Any kind of soup is good soup! It's such feel good food, what's not to love? :-) That's true, but I like to think that I have pretty good judgement when it comes to creeps. I haven't drunkenly clung to a creep yet, and I plan on keeping things that way. :P I'm sure your ranting and raving would be tolerable, unless you were ranting and raving about me to me. In that case, I'd probably be a bit perturbed.

RACHEL: I want to say that's a tough question because of just how many good movies out there, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't have a #1 favorite -- and that favorite just happens to be Funny Girl. Although, I'm curious now. What's *your* favorite movie? Knowing somebody's favorite movie lets you know quite a lot about them.

QUINN: Good. :) That response would definitely be justified, but I don't think I'd rant and rave about you. Just an inkling I have.

QUINN: Funny Girl, huh? You a fan of Barbra Streisand? Hm... let's see. I actually don't even know what my all-time favorite is. I like Breakfast at Tiffany's. Gone with the Wind. The Notebook. When Harry Met Sally... Mean Girls. I might have a lot of preferences, actually. I don't know what that says about me. O:)

QUINN: Oh, and Jaws.

QUINN: No, I'm kidding.

QUINN: So Funny Girl will be our movie of choice. You're bringing the soup, so it's only right.

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RACHEL: Exactly. You just can't argue with flawless logic. It doesn't work. Oh no, it's probably not the worst! I just know that people tend to get irritated, but then again -- I think most sober people get irritated with drunk people around them, so perhaps that's not a good example. I'm definitely trying to start clinging with caution, but it's a work in progress. Rome wasn't built in a day, you know!

RACHEL: Hmm.. I'll think about it. :P I'm Jewish, and while I absolutely adore Christmas music and think it's incredibly festive and fun -- I haven't seen very many Christmas movies. So, I'll either enjoy it greatly -- or I'll be rather disinterested.

QUINN: That's true. And I certainly won't argue with flawless logic that gets me soup in the end, vegan be damned. :) I know. I'd only worry for your sake because of the vast amount of creeps present at parties. Otherwise, clingy behaviour could be acceptable. More so than my ranting and raving, anyway.

QUINN: Oh wow. Tough call, then. I'm feeling the pressure. We have Netflix's entire library at our disposal, so tell me: What's *your* favorite movie, Rachel Berry?

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RACHEL: What can I say? I'm known to convert conformists from their unfortunate conforming ways. And a fresh, homemade meal is the best way to go about that. I suppose I'm sort of a clingy, needy drunk. Another reason I try to avoid getting drunk, because I'm sure that people get annoyed with me constantly clinging onto them.

RACHEL: Make sure you pick something good! I've been known to be rather picky when it comes to films. :P

QUINN: I'm not about to argue with that reasoning. O:) And I know the type. I don't think it's the *worst* kind of drunk you can be, but you'd definitely need to be careful. You know, cling with caution. ;)

QUINN: I'll do my best. How about something... I don't know, fitting to the theme of Christmas?

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RACHEL: Shame on you! Nobody likes a conformist. I'll condone it just this once, but don't let me catch you doing it again. :P You don't seem particularly angry to me, but I suppose that's just because I haven't found a reason to anger you. I'll attempt to refrain from doing just that. My sincerest apologizes. My only suggestions are for you to drink lots of water when drinking, and to avoid doing so on an empty stomach. I think that's a good way to avoid getting hungover.

RACHEL: I'm absolutely positive that you'll love it!

RACHEL: Perfect! That's not too far at all. I'm on my way over right now. If you need anything besides the soup, feel free to let me know. :-)

QUINN: "Nobody likes a conformist," she says, on her way to a known conformist's house. With soup. Oh, no. It's just how I get, I suppose. You know, happy drunks, touchy-feely drunks... *angry* drunks. But apparently I'm not so much; maybe it depends on the company I keep.

QUINN: Well, I'm sure that I will.

QUINN: Thanks again, Rachel. I'll leave the door open, find us a movie to watch or something. See you soon. :)

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RACHEL: I'm glad! People always say that they have more fun when drunk, but I tend to feel the opposite about myself. What fun is it to have hazy memory and feel terrible the next morning, when instead you could just be doing something physically and mentally stimulating without the substance abuse? :D Oh, that's wonderful news! I'm glad I can stay, because I was just beginning to get attached and once that happens there's no removing me from that point on.

RACHEL: That's true, actually! It's always good to plan ahead, because you never know just when you might decide you wanna have a good time with the aide of alcoholic beverages. Oh, I wouldn't mind keeping you company at all. I'll whip up some soup and be right on my way. It's vegan chicken noodle, but I swear -- you can't even tell that it's vegan. :-) I have an excellent recipe.

QUINN: I guess I gave into the peer pressure of it all and conformed. Strangely, I'm what they call an "angry drunk," so I guess you helped me keep my cool all night. I try to avoid drinking copious amounts for that reason. I'd invite you to be my default drinking partner (for whenever such occasions arise), but apparently you just don't *get* hungover like I do, and that's not fair. I'm GREEN with envy.

QUINN: Vegan chicken noodle? Hmm... I don't know. I'll give it a try. ;-)

QUINN: If you remember how you got to the party last night, we live across the street. [SENDS ADDRESS]

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RACHEL: It truly was. Maybe we could hang out again at some point and see if we'll still have just as much fun? But perhaps without the alcohol and partying?

RACHEL: That's good! You should've really started sipping last night. It's always important to drink water while you're drinking, I hear it aids in preventing hangovers like the one you're experiencing. I would if you wanted some! I don't really get hangovers, I consider that does make me lucky -- but it's also because I like to try and avoid any type of impairment at all costs. Exactly! See? You know me so well. :-)

QUINN: You know, I'd like that. The alcohol and partying scene isn't exactly to my tastes. I like *you*, though. You can stay. O:-)

QUINN: I know, I know. Well... I'll know for next time, right? (God no.) And... that's really sweet of you, Rachel. I'd love some, if it isn't too much trouble. Provided you'll keep me company.

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RACHEL: I'm glad you think so! Me too, actually. I'm not normally the partying, drinking type. Last night was sort of a rare occasion for me, and although it was a lot of fun -- I don't think I'll be going to do that again. Drinking just poses too many long-term risks for me to fully enjoy it.

RACHEL: Make sure you drink lots of water! Do you need soup? I have an excellent family recipe, I could send you the recipe, or I could make a batch and send some over? I got home alright, thank you for asking -- and I'm feeling fairly well. I suppose the day after bug just didn't hit me.

QUINN: Really? I couldn't have guessed. :) But yeah. Absolutely. It was a one-time thing. A *fun* one-time thing.

QUINN: Oh, trust me, I'm sipping like my life depends on it. I haven't experienced a hangover like this in a LONG time. Soup sounds really good. You'd make me some? That's sweet. Also: you're lucky. I'm jealous. I'm getting the impression you just bounce through life; you're very upbeat. Certainly not the kind of individual who could be triumphed by the dreaded morning after drinking, anyway.

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RACHEL: Oh, Quinn!

RACHEL: It was an absolute pleasure meeting you last night! I'm so glad you decided to go ahead and contact me. Not that I had any doubt that you would, but I'm very glad that you did decide to do so.

RACHEL: How are you??

QUINN: Of course I did. We had fun. I'm only glad I got the right number. I drank a *little* more than I'm used to last night. And by "used to," I mean I really don't drink much at all.

QUINN: I'm good. Things are still a little hazy, but I'm getting there. Lots of fluids. ;) And you? You got home okay, right?

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QUINN: Rachel? Hi. It's me, Quinn.

QUINN: From the party last night.