AN: A random Faberry one shot that I literally just found on my iPad. I'd totally forgotten about this! I remember writing it now back in December when I first got my iPad. It's super short and I'm sorry, I can't really even explain it. I guess I was just feeling a little Faberry when I wrote it and this is what happened.
Sorry
Quinn had known Rachel for an extremely long time. Since they were just small kids, actually. They first met in middle school, and they had been best friends all the way through it. However, when they moved into high school, Quinn became the queen bee. She was captain of the Cheerios and she had Finn, the quarterback. She ruled McKinley. People would part like the Red Sea when she walked down the halls. Rachel, however, was the school loser. People would slushy her every single day, and her lipstick was flushed down the toilet almost everyday. The worst part of it was that it was usually Quinn doing it. When they started high school, everything had changed. In a bad way. A terrible way.
Quinn was a bitch to Rachel, and now...Rachel wanted nothing to do with Quinn. She'd never done anything bad to her and didn't deserve this kind of treatment from her. Her best friend. Well, old best friend. Quinn Fabray had recently broken up with her boyfriend, Finn Hudson, and ever since then, she had started to miss Rachel Berry, and also start to think about her a lot. Why weren't they friends anymore?
On Wednesday, just before Cheerios practice, Quinn slipped a note into Rachel's locker. She'd typed it up just in case Rachel recognised her handwriting. The note had said:
Meet me tonight at Breadstix, 5pm. Table 3. It's really important that I speak to you. It's kind of an emergency. Please be there.
As Quinn ran the way to Cheerios practice, she hoped that Rachel would see the note and actually turn up. Quinn would have to be quick leaving practice, as she had arranged to meet Rachel fifteen minutes after it finished. Of course, Rachel had know idea who the note was from or who she was meeting. If she knew, there was a slight chance that she might not want to go. It had been three years since they'd actually spoken as friends and not just Quinn...well, bullying her.
When Quinn arrived at Breadstix, she scanned the restaurant and her eyes immediately landed on the petite brunette sitting at table three. A smile spread across her face as she realised that Rachel had decided to turn up. Quinn took a deep breath before walking across the room, headed for the table she had told Rachel to meet her at.
"Rachel," she said, smiling at the still tiny brunette. "Hi."
Rachel seemed to look horrified and her eyes were scared as she looked up to see the blonde Cheerio standing there.
"What are you doing here, Fabray?" she asked, clearly not happy to see Quinn. Her voice sounded shaky and frightened.
"Rachel, I put that note in your locker," Quinn told her, causing Rachel's eyes to bulge. When Quinn sat down, Rachel straight away stood up and looked down at the blonde who was now just a stranger to her. Their friendship was just a distant memory to Rachel. It hurt too much to look at Quinn. She was always so afraid of her, now.
"What? You got bored of terrorising me in school so you thought that you'd arrange to meet me outside of school to do it instead? Stay away from me, Quinn. Please. I beg you!" she pleaded, causing Quinn's eyes to sting with hurt.
"No, Rachel! Don't go. Please, just sit down. I wanted to talk to you. Well, actually...I wanted to apologise to you, Rachel." Rachel gave Quinn a questioning look but finally sat down and told Quinn to carry on.
"I just wanted to say that...I'm sorry, Rachel. I am so sorry! Ever since Finn and I broke up, I've been thinking a lot about these last few years, and how different they have been compare to how we used to be. Rachel, we were best friends. Now look at us. What happened? Don't answer that. I already know the answer. I happened. I've been a bitch, Rachel. A bully. But I don't want to be anymore. I want the old days back. No, actually, I want more..."
Rachel could actually see tears forming in Quinn's eyes and she couldn't help but feel sorry for her. Quinn looked and felt so guilty; she felt so bad.
"Rachel, I not only wanted to say that I'm sorry, but also that...Rachel, I love you."
Rachel didn't know what to say. What was Quinn saying?
Quinn was looking down at the table, wiping her tears away and trying her best to make it look like she wasn't and never had been crying.
"You don't understand how hard that was for me just then, Rachel. Please say you love me back. Please," Quinn begged, her voice quiet and frightened.
"I do, Quinn," Rachel whispered. Her own voice was now afraid again, but not in the way it had been before. Oh, no. Now it was in a completely different way. "I do."
Quinn whispered "sorry" one last time as the two leaned forward, closer to one another.