The other day I randomly decided to do a Halloween one shot and this is what came out of that. It mostly follows the events of the show with a few exceptions—meaning I'm totally ignoring the Brittana and Klaine breakups.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Glee characters.

Trick or Treat?

As Rachel stared at her living room, she wondered for the tenth time that day how she ever let anyone talk her into this. She didn't know whether she should blame her fathers or Noah Puckerman, though, but really, it was little bit of both. Her fathers decided to go on a little vacation and begged her to come home; they didn't want children to come knocking and be disappointed when there was no candy and they also wanted her to be able to watch the house in case anyone with slightly more sinister intentions came by since their house was nearly always a target on Halloween.

Since most of her former Glee club members were on fall break during this time, a lot of them were home. She ran into Puck over the weekend; his mother had been harassing him for a while to come home and during their conversation, she made the mistake of telling him about her fathers' plans. As soon his face lit up, she knew she had said the wrong thing. Somehow during their brief chat, he convinced her that having a Halloween party would be a great idea. It wasn't that she was completely opposed to it—she hadn't seen a lot of her friends in quite a while, so seeing them would be wonderful—but Puck's ideas generally ended with people being drunk, naked, arrested, or all three.

She wanted to call him up and call it off, but people were going to start arriving soon, and the living room—as well as the rest of the house—was already decorated in every way imaginable. Their family had always been big on Halloween, so they had a lot of decoration stashed away in the basement. She wasn't happy about having to do all the decorating herself when the party wasn't even her idea, but at least Puck promised to come by the next day to take everything down.

The doorbell rang, pulling her out of her thoughts; she grabbed the bowl of candy off the end table and walked to the door. When she opened it, she found a little zombie and a ballerina standing on her doorstep.

"Trick or treat!" they said in unison, both holding out their bags, which were nearly empty this early in the night.

"You two look amazing," Rachel said, kneeling down to their height. "Now, if you promise to only take one piece of candy, I will let you choose what you would like."

She held out the bowl of candy for them and they rummaged around for a while before both decided on their preferred candy bars. The boy smiled and they both ran off to their mother, who promptly asked if they had thanked her. They both threw out a quick 'thanks' and ran off to the next house.

When she looked up, Puck was coming up the walkway with a smirk firmly planted on his face. Rachel raised her eyebrows, wondering what the look was about, but she figured it out the moment she was pulled into a giant, bear hug and spun around.

"Noah, put me down!" Rachel demanded.

Puck chuckled as he set her feet on the ground. "Gotta greet my fellow Jew."

"I believe a 'hello' is sufficient for most people," Rachel said, huffing.

Puck laughed louder and walked past Rachel into her house. Rachel followed behind him, eager to see what he thought about the house; one look at his face, though, and she knew he was impressed by her decorating skills.

"Damn," he said, looking around.

"I will take that as a compliment," Rachel said, smiling.

"Everyone that's coming should be here soon," Puck said, still looking around.

She had turned off half the lights in the house and covered the rest so they were emitting an eerie, red glow. Strands of purple lights were draped around the rooms, skeletons and other various creatures were placed about, fake blood was put on the walls, and she had set up the dining room with drinks and an array of snacks. She was also going to order a pizza, but figured she would wait until later in the evening when everyone was hungry.

"Where's your costume?" Rachel asked, realizing Puck looked like himself and wasn't carrying anything in his hands.

He pointed to a tag on his chest. "Right here."

Rachel got closer, reading the tag; on it, Puck had written 'To: Earth, From: God'. "What does that mean?"

"I'm God's gift to mankind!" Puck said proudly.

Rachel rolled her eyes. "Of course you are."

Within the hour, half of her old Glee friends were at her house. Mike and Mercedes were not in town, so neither of them were able to make it. Santana and Brittany were already supposed to be there, but they still hadn't come. Finn, much to Rachel's annoyance, was sitting on the couch, in the living room. Rachel had also found out from Puck that Quinn wasn't going to be there; she had been very disappointed since she missed the blonde more than she realized she would.

A few phone calls and some Facebook messages were the only contact she'd had with Quinn. They had made plans once for Quinn to come to New York to visit, but she cancelled at the last minute. Rachel didn't know if she was just being paranoid, but she almost got the feeling that the blonde was avoiding her for some reason.

"Rach!"

She looked up just in time to see Brittany hurrying over to her; she braced herself for impact just before the blonde reached for her, pulling her into a tight hug.

"Hello, Brittany," Rachel greeted. "How are you?"

"I'm great," Brittany said, pulling away, and smiling widely.

"Oh look, Santana came as herself," Puck said, smirking.

Rachel tried to hide her laugh when she looked at Santana and saw she was dressed as a devil. Brittany, who had an arm still wrapped around Rachel's waist, was in all white, dressed as an angel. It was the perfect costume for both of them and Rachel couldn't help but smile at it.

"What the hell are you supposed to be?" Santana asked, sauntering up to Puck, and inspecting his tag; a moment later she burst out laughing. "You wish." Santana turned to Rachel and smirked at her costume. "And who are you, Berry?"

"I am Fanny Brice," Rachel answered, putting her hands on her hips.

Santana shrugged. "No clue what that is."

"What do you mean?" Brittany asked. "She's the one from that movie you made me watch several times." Brittany turned to Rachel and smiled widely. "She really loves that movie and—Quinn!"

Rachel whipped her head around and was surprised to see the blonde standing just inside the door. Brittany was already at her friend, throwing her arms around Quinn's neck. Both blondes were smiling and Quinn was whispering something into the other girl's ear. As soon Brittany released Quinn, she made her way over to Rachel, Santana, and Puck, waving to the rest their friends in the living room.

"I don't know whose costume is more appropriate, yours or Finn's," Quinn said to Santana as she walked forward.

"What costume? The Frankenstein look is an everyday thing for him," Santana replied.

Quinn raised her eyebrow, clearly wanting to comment, but instead she turned to Puck, giving him a quick hug.

"I'm surprised you're here; Noah told me you decided to stay in New Haven for the break," Rachel said, watching the blonde.

Quinn smiled at Rachel and shrugged. "I decided to change my plans."

"I'm glad," Rachel said, smiling back before giving Quinn a hug. "Well, if you're hungry, there's food on the dining room table. We ordered pizza a little bit ago, so there's some of that remaining."

"Thanks," Quinn said, looking to her left and her right; she was being flanked by Santana and Brittany and she started laughing.

"Did I miss something?" Rachel asked, furrowing her brows.

"I just feel like they should be much smaller and sitting on my shoulders," Quinn said, smirking

Santana rolled her eyes and started walking toward the dining room. "Come on, Q, let's get some pizza."

When the trio went to get food, Rachel decided to give them some time to catch up. When she walked into the living room, she was promptly obtained by Kurt to be his Pictionary partner since Blaine was busy playing some video game with Puck. They had already won one game and were playing a second when Santana and Brittany came into the living room. Rachel immediately noticed Quinn wasn't with them and wondered where the blonde had gone.

"Hey, Brittany," Rachel said, standing up. "Will you take my place?"

"Sure!" Brittany replied.

Kurt huffed and narrowed his eyes at her, but she ignored it and said, "I'll be right back."

She looked in the dining room, but Quinn wasn't there, so she walked into the kitchen and immediately spotted her leaning against the counter, near the refrigerator.

"Are you okay, Quinn?" Rachel quietly asked, not wanting to frighten the blonde with her sudden presence.

Quinn glancing at her and nodded. "I knew you would come looking for me when I didn't go with Santana and Britt."

Rachel laughed. "Am I that predictable?"

"It's not a bad thing," Quinn said, smiling.

"So—what are you doing in here?" Rachel asked, walking toward the blonde.

"Just thinking," Quinn replied.

"May I enquire what you were thinking about?" Rachel asked, stopping across from Quinn, and leaning against the island.

"Nothing important," Quinn said, shrugging.

Rachel looked down, sighing; one thing she always hated was how she never knew what was going on in Quinn's mind. The other girl was always such a mystery to her, but maybe that was part of her fascination with her.

"Did Finn really shoot himself in the ass?" Quinn suddenly asked.

Rachel snorted as she laughed; she really shouldn't find it as funny as she did, but only Finn would manage to shoot himself during basic training.

"Actually, it was his leg, but yeah," she replied.

"Are you two back together?" Quinn asked. "I noticed him in the living room."

"No," Rachel firmly said. "We are over for good this time. I went on a few dates with this one guy that I met at NYADA, but it was nothing serious. What about you? Is there anyone special in your life?"

Quinn looked down, smiling softly. "I'm not dating anyone if that's what you're asking."

"I'm surprised," Rachel admitted. "I figured you would get to Yale and finally find someone that was a good match for you."

"Who says I haven't?" Quinn asked, raising her eyebrow.

Rachel frowned, slightly confused by the blonde's response. "I—"

"Q, get your ass in here and play this stupid game with me," Santana demanded, walking into the kitchen. "Britts won't stop being on Kurt's team and I know I can do better than those losers in there, so help me kick their asses."

Quinn sighed, rolling her eyes. "I'll be there in a second."

"Hurry," Santana called over her shoulder, walking away again.

"I guess I am being summoned," Quinn said, shaking her head.

"What did you mean earlier?" Rachel asked.

"We'll talk about it later, okay?" Quinn said, giving her a small smile. "It is part of the reason I came, after all."

"I—okay," Rachel said, frowning as she watched Quinn go.

Rachel spent the rest of the evening wondering when she and Quinn were going to get to talk again. It seemed like every time Quinn stopped being busy, someone—usually Santana or Brittany—would want her to do something else. Rachel was growing a bit impatient, but she knew it wasn't Quinn's fault; the other girl kept giving her apologetic looks every time she was drug off by one of their friends.

Finn had tried on several occasions to converse with her, but Kurt seemed to be running interference every time he remained near her for very long. It wasn't that she didn't like her ex, but she was getting a little tired of the looks he was giving her; he knew they were over and he had even been the one to do the breaking up, but by the looks he was throwing her way, you would think it was the other way around.

"Hey," Quinn said, quietly knocking on Rachel's bedroom door.

"Hello," Rachel said, sitting up straighter on her bed.

"What are you doing up here?" Quinn asked.

Rachel shrugged. "I suppose I just needed a moment to myself."

Quinn nodded. "Look, I'm sorry we didn't really get to talk tonight, but Brittany wants to go to that ice cream place that's open late and Santana really isn't giving me the choice to say no."

"It's fine," Rachel said, sighing. "It's not your fault."

"I know, but—I really wanted to talk," Quinn said, staring intently into Rachel's eyes.

"How long are you in town?" Rachel wondered, hoping she could see Quinn again before she left.

"I'm leaving in the morning," Quinn replied.

"You came all this way just to be here for one night?" Rachel asked, frowning.

Quinn shrugged. "There was something I really wanted to do while I was here."

"Maybe you can still find a way to," Rachel said, smiling at Quinn.

"Maybe," the blonde said, sounding distant. "I should go or Santana will start shouting."

"Have fun," Rachel said, smiling, trying to hide her disappointment.

Rachel was in her nightgown, ready to climb into bed when she heard the doorbell ring once again. She groaned and walked to her window, looking out to see if she could see who had rung it, but it was too dark to see anything. She knew it was most likely a prankster and if she answered it, she would probably have eggs or some other substance thrown at her, but it wasn't in her nature not to answer the door. For all she knew, she could be wrong and someone needed help, so, in her sleepwear, she left her room and walked down the stairs to see who was ringing.

When she was a few steps from the bottom, the doorbell rang again, so Rachel called out, "I'll be right there!"

She walked the remaining steps and carefully opened the door, ready to close it and use it as a shield if the need arose. As soon as she saw who was standing on her welcome mat, though, she threw the door open in surprise.

"Quinn!" Rachel said, staring wide-eyed at the blonde. "What are you doing here?"

"Trick or treat?" Quinn asked.

Rachel frowned. "Quinn, what are you—"

Before Rachel could get the rest of the question out, she got cut off, squeaking in surprise when Quinn's lips connected with hers. Her brain hadn't fully registered what was happening when Quinn was already pulling away and Rachel was staring into the other girl's hazel eyes.

"Was that a trick or a treat?" Rachel found herself asking once she regained her voice.

A small smirk slowly spread across the blonde's face. "I was sort hoping you would consider it the latter."

Rachel ducked her head, smiling shyly. "Is that what you wanted to talk about earlier?"

"Yeah," Quinn quietly replied.

Rachel nodded. "Something tells me we have a lot to discuss."

"I have an early flight tomorrow morning, so I should go," Quinn said, talking a few steps back.

"Are you busy this weekend?" Rachel asked.

"No," Quinn said, shaking her head.

"I will be back in New York on Friday morning," Rachel said, giving Quinn a smile. "I thought maybe we could finally use those Metro passes you bought us."

Quinn nodded. "I'll see you Friday evening, then?"

"Maybe then we will get the chance to talk," Rachel replied.

Quinn laughed lightly. "Night, Rachel."

"Goodnight, Quinn," Rachel said, smiling widely.

Rachel watched Quinn until she could no longer see the taillights of the blonde's car. When she walked back inside, she shut the door, leaning against it. She really didn't know what just happened, but Quinn was by far her favorite trick or treater of the night.

I hope you all enjoyed it; if you did, please take a few seconds to leave a review and let me know what you thought, so I'll be more inclined to do this type of thing again.