Somewhere in the world tonight
there's no fighting
"The trash is full." Rachel shouts from the kitchen, not hearing a reply from her flatmate.
"Quinn, the trash is full." Rachel shouts again, hearing a groan in reply. Rachel walks out of the kitchen to find Quinn sitting on the couch playing with her phone.
"Quinn, I just said-"
"I heard what you said, Rachel." Quinn cuts her off, eyes still glued on her phone.
"Then, why aren't you doing something about it?"
"I threw the trash yesterday and the day before already."
"No, I threw the trash out yesterday." Rachel argues.
"Fine. Whatever." Quinn stands up and goes
"I have told you a thousand times, Quinn. You don't smoke in the apartment! Now everything here is going to smell like cigarettes." Rachel whines as she storms out of her bedroom to the living room of their apartment. They are in college together in New York, Rachel at Juilliard and Quinn at NYU, so they decided to rent an apartment to stay in together.
"It's my apartment, too. I can do whatever I want." Quinn answers while smoking and staring at a blank space out the window.
"You can choose to stop smoking or go out of this apartment." Rachel points out to the door.
"Fine. Whatever you want, control freak. I'm out." Quinn says with no emotion.
"Excuse me! What did you just call me?" Rachel stars raising her voice.
"A control freak. Now go away and let me out." Quinn replies as she stares at Rachel who is blocking the door.
"Not until you apologize for calling me that." Rachel folds her hands.
"It's a fact." Quinn states.
"Is not."
"Is too."
"Is not!"
"Is too!"
"You know what, I wouldn't be such a 'control freak' if you had just smoked outside. Do you know what the smoke of a cigarette can cause? It can affect my voice, even worse it can cause me cancer! And do you think it's not affecting you? It's-" Rachel is cut off by a pair of soft lips crashing against her own. Before she has a chance to kiss back, the other person has pulled away, moved her away from the door, and gone out of there, leaving her in surprise.
"I knew you'd be here." Quinn looks for her favorite voice and finds the source of the voice standing not far from her. They stand side by side in silence while looking at the scenery in front of them.
"You really should stop smoking, you know? It's bad for your health." Rachel starts, looking at Quinn who has just taken a drag of her cigarette.
"I'm sorry." Quinn says nervously as she puts away her cigarette.
"That's better." Rachel smiles.
"I'm sorry." Quinn says again.
"What for?"
"You know, earlier today at the apartment." Rachel nods.
"Yes, about that. Can you please explain to me what that was about?"
"I'm not sure." Quinn replies.
"You're not sure of why you kissed me?"
"Well, I'm sure about that. I just, I'm not sure if you wanna know about it."
"I do want to know. So tell me."
"Okay, I think I might, um, like you." Silence.
"Look, you know how I only smoke when I'm stressed? I was earlier today. When I'm stressed, I tend to snap and hurt people's feelings even when they don't deserve it. So, I'm sorry about that." Quinn explains.
"Okay. Apology accepted." Rachel smiles. "But don't be sorry about the kiss."
"What? Why?" Quinn looks at her nervously.
"Cause I'm not." They both smile and Rachel could swear Quinn has never worn such big grin on her face.
"Does it mean?" Quinn asks and Rachel nods.
"So what was it that made you stressed anyway?" Rachel asks.
"You." Quinn smiles. "You, was what made me stressed today and the last 2 years. I've been feeling different with you, but I can't act on it because frankly I was scared."
"It makes a lot of sense. Us having more fights lately, it's because you're stressed about having feelings for me?" Quinn nods and smiles sheepishly.
"I know it sounds stupid, but it's what I do when I'm confused and stressed."
"It's not stupid. I mean everyone has their thing they just do, you know? For example, I tend to ramble when I'm nervous, it's-"
"Wait, so when you were rambling this noon, you were actually nervous?"
"Yes, and a lot of previous times, too." Rachel nods and blushes.
"Good to know." Quinn smiles.
"Alright. Let's go!" Rachel stands up excitedly, opening her hand for Quinn to take.
"Where?"
"Home." Quinn smiles and takes Rachel's hand in hers.
"Home sounds great."
"Good, cause you've got a full trashcan waiting to be thrown out." Rachel says and Quinn groans.