She hadn't seen Rachel all day. At least Quinn was sure the singer wasn't avoiding her.
She hoped.
Today she had planned to apologize to the brunette, to make sure Rachel knew she was sorry for everything she ever did to her.
But now she was nowhere to be found. Quinn let out a frustrated groan as she hastily marched down the hallway, heading towards the last place where Rachel could be.
A minute later she busted through the door of the choir room, desperately wishing for Rachel to be there.
Instead she was met with the sight of Santana straddling Brittany on Mr. Shuester's desk chair . She remained unnoticed, until she awkwardly coughed.
Santana seemed to jump of Brittany and quickly turned around.
"What the hell, Q. Why are you here?" she asked angrily.
"Hey Q, nice to see you here. Santana and I were just getting our sweet lady kisses on, seeing as Santana dragged me in here, because she couldn't-"
"Okay, Britts, that's enough." a irritated Santana interrupted.
"Q, why haven't you said anything? I mean, I know this is kind of, you know… awkward maybe. I mean, seeing as you just-"
"Santana, you're rambling." Quinn stated with an amused look on her face.
"I'm not! You just, you know, kinda walked in here and we were just-"
"Santana! It's okay, really. I was just looking for Ra- uh.. Berry, because we had this assignment for glee club together."
"Oh, that's nice, she just was here, but then she left. I wanted to go with her, but Santana stopped me and then she took me to this chair and she star-".
"Okay, B, way too much info. Anyways, do you know where she went?"
"Quinn?" a new voice said, a voice she would recognize everywhere.
"Seeing as you were looking for me, I assumed you wanted to talk to me?"
Quinn swallowed and forced the words out of her mouth. "Uhm, yeah, that's right."
"Would you please do me a pleasure and join me on my way to Starbucks?"
"Yeah, sure. So, S, Britt, I'll see you guys."
"Sure, have fun, Q" Santana smirked, noticing how flushed Quinn had become.
The brunette walked into the hallway and the taller cheerleader hurried after her.
"So Quinn, what did you want to talk about? You seem kind of stuck with something, am I right?"
Quinn took a moment to relish in the fact that the smaller woman had looked close enough to notice something was wrong. But that thought vanished as soon as it had appeared, because Quinn got distracted by the feeling of a smaller hand softly brushing against hers.
Then she realized that Rachel had asked her a question.
"I'll tell you when we're at Starbucks, I want you to sit down first, 'cause it's kind of a big deal."
Fuck, where did that come from? She was pretty sure that were the words Puck had used with their breakup. However, Rachel didn't seem to notice and soon they sat down with a big cup of coffee.
"So, I'm ready now, I guess." Rachel said, while sipping from her de-café mocha.
"Rachel, listen, I know we haven't been good friends. I just wanted to tell you that I'm really sorry for what I did to you. I shouldn't have done all of it. I told people that they have to stop throwing slushies at you. I can't bear it when I see your face covered in that stuff. Also, when anybody tries to hurt you, I'll be there. I want you to know that. I really like you Rachel, a lot. I did everything I did out of jealousy. I want to be like you, Rachel. I want to come out for who I am. I want us to be friends. Please?"
Rachel was stunned. She had never thought of Quinn as a friend. Well, she had thought about it, she just couldn't believe her dreams were coming true. Well, not every aspect of her dreams, but it was certainly a start. Rachel felt herself starting to blush.
"Rach?" Quinn said in an unsure voice.
Hearing the new nickname was like a bucket of ice being thrown over her head. Rachel tried to speak, but then just got up, threw her coffee in the trashcan and pulled Quinn up.
"Come on, let's go to my place and talk, right?"
"Yeah, sure!" Quinn was in heaven.