AN*- Hi guys so this is my first story ever! Please leave a review and tell me how it is! Warning! If you do not like the pairing of Rachel/Quinn then please turn back! ~
Also spoilers from the second Season!
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Disclaimer: I Do NOT own Glee. And I am eternally sad about that. Although I DO owns all the mistakes you will find in this.
Dammit Fabray see what you did? You made Berry cry. I scowled myself mentally. Like I should care right now. You've made Berry cry since freshman year why does it matter now?
I sighed and got up from the piano bench to follow Rachel.
I saw Rachel's retreating figure wiping furiously at her eyes.
"Rachel! Wait up; I'm sorry I didn't mean what I said back there." I called after her; I saw her small frame quiver slightly and tense up. I took that as an opportunity to catch up to her. I reached out to grab her arm and she flinched, as if she was burned by my touch. I saw her frame whole frame start to shake violently. "Rach?" I questioned. Suddenly there was the stinging sensation on my left cheek. I gasped out of surprise and held my stinging cheek. I saw Rachel's hand raised and she slowly lowered it.
"Quinn… I'm so sorry." Rachel breathed out. Her eyes shined with unshed tears as she bowed her head in shame.
"Rach it is fine! I apologize for what I said earlier." I cupped her face in my hand and pulled her face up to meet my eyes.
Bad territory Quinn, TURN BACK TURN BACK.
Rachel's eyes seemed to soften for a moment before they hardened again and she yanked her face away.
"What do you think you're doing Fabray?" She spat out. " I'm done with your words just cutting into me! I thought we were friends!" She threw her head backed and barked out a humorless laugh. " I must be smoking something because, that would NEVER happen." She turned on her heel to do her infamous diva storm out but I caught her arm.
"Rachel, look I'm sorry. I don't know why I am like this but we are friends." Rachel glared at my hand resting on her arm. I slowly retracted my hand. "Look I don't know how to act around you. I never really had friends. Even if I am popular, most guys try to get into my pants." I realized I just told Rachel my life story. "Sorry I didn't mean to ramble. I usually leave that to you."
"Santana? Brittany?" She said accusingly.
I stayed silent. She got me there.
Rachel grunted out of frustration. "Goodbye Quinn! Like I said I'll write the song. By. Myself!"
And with that I watched Rachel walk off. Her body still trembled. I felt warm tears cascade down my cheeks. I whipped them away easily. I grabbed my backpack from the floor where it laid discarded on the floor; I walked out of the school where I used to rule the halls.
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