Rachel Berry walked down the McKinley high hallway. Her head held low, almost pointed directly at the ground. The slushy dripping from her hair created puddles tracking down the hallway. The slushy facial she just received went straight for her eyes. It is like those Hockey playing Buffoons are trying to make her blind.
She huffed to herself.
The sting was blinding her slightly. Rachel tried to maneuver her way to the girls washroom from memory, as all she could see was spots.
" Almost there…" she sighed.
*Bam*
Rachel walked right into a solid petite figure.
"… spoke to soon…" She whispered to herself. Rachel started apologizing profoundly. But the figure stayed silent.
Rachel tried hard out the figure, but her vision was still spots.
She could tell that the figure was a blonde. BRITTANY!
".. Oh Brittany! Can you please help me to the bathroom, I have been brutely attacked by those barbaric Hockey players. I know we aren't much friends, but I really need help…. Or you can just point me in the direction.. Did I say sorry? I am sorry I ran into you… Did I get slushy on your Cheerio Uniform?!" Rachel gasped.
The figure just grabbed Rachel's wrist and dragged her off. Soft gasps could be heard throughout the hallway.
"Is it really that strange for Brittany to help me? OR WORSE Do I really Look that bad!" Rachel thought.
The spots change into white, as Rachel and the figure storm their way into the bathroom.
The figure pulls paper towels out and gets them damp from the tap.
"Why hasn't she talked.. She is usually like me, always talking. What if she is sick! Maybe that why Brittany hasn't made a sound. Oh dear, Santana will be furious when she finds out Brittany is helping me.. "
I can feel the damp paper towel on my face, wiping away the slush from my eyes. The spots get clearer.
This is definitely not Brittany…
" Quinn?" Rachel gasped.
The Blonde beauty is stood in front of Rachel, concern etched on all of her facial features.
" Rachel, who did this to you..? " Quinn asked.
Confusion is evident on Rachels face.
" why is she helping me. She hates me. Maybe this is all a big plan! She is going to destroy me in the bathroom!... why do I have to be in love with her…"
".. Rach, I can hear you" Quinn gasps.
Rachel turns bright red.
" Oh gosh! I .. I am truly sorry Quinn! I will just excuse myself now! " Rachel turns to rush out of the bathroom, When she is stopped by a delicate hand wrapping around her wrist and pulling her close.
" Sooo…. You are in love with me?" Quinn asks softly.
Tears stream down Rachel's face. She can't even look in Quinn's direction.
A finger hooks under Rachels chin and pulls her face up to Quinns. Rachels teary gaze locks onto Quinn. The brown irises stare back at Rachel with … love.
Quinn bends down slightly, her lips come in contact with Rachels cheek. Collecting the tears between her lips. A gasp echoes through the bathroom.
Quinn steps away from Rachel, cheeks flushed.
Rachel stares at her with big doe eyes, as a smile falls on her lips.
Rachel places her hands on Quinn's hips, pulling Quinn flushed against her body.
" Do you like me Quinn?" Rachel asks slowly.
"No"
Rachel lets her hands drop, when Quinns hand stop them with hers and replace them on her hips.
" Rachel Berry, I don't like you… I love you."
Rachel gasps.
" Prove it Quinn" She whispers.
Quinn looks deep into Rachels eyes. Leaning in slowly.
Their lips meet softly.
Quinn winds her fingers through Rachel's hair.
" there is fireworks…. Cliché. " Rachel huffs.
Rachel swipes her tongue across Quinn's bottom lip, begging for entrance.
Quinn happily complies.
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