'Imagine me and you, I do.'
"Quinn if I am going to be the only one involved in the song writing process then there really is no point in us doing this."
'I think about you day and night.'
"That's what I've been saying all along," Quinn sighed running her hand through her hair looking at the petite brunette standing in front of her, why Mr Schuester had paired them together she still couldn't understand exactly and the song playing on the radio was incredibly distracting when trying to look at the girl in front of her like she normally would.
'It's only right to think about the girl you love, and hold her tight.'
"You are the one who has been through a traumatic time, and so you are the one who needs to vent your time into artistic expression such as writing a song," the brunette looked at the girl who had made her life hell for the best part of her school years. All that was running through Quinn's head was trying to turn the song off but Rachel wouldn't understand why she needed to do that. Rachel wouldn't understand anything at all.
"You are right that I have been through a traumatic time but I don't think it has anything to do with the baby, more to do with you, and right now," the girl looked to Rachel and sighed again knowing fine well that she wasn't going to stop bugging her so she might as well play along, "so you want me to write a song about Beth?"
"Yes, please," Rachel nodded, "if you want to. I mean, you could write a song about anything you want to but we just need to write it. If you give me the lyrics then I'm sure I'd be able to work out what it would sound like as a solo for me,"
"Oh so I write it but you get to sing it? Sounds like a fair deal," she said sarcastically rolling her eyes at the brunette, "at least let's make it a duet?"
"You want to sing a duet with me?" Rachel blushed as Quinn nodded smiling, "I thought you would be too embarrassed to sing with me."
"What because you're a better singer?"
"No, no," she shook her head and looked to blonde, "just because, well you haven't made it a secret over the years that you-"
"Rach you're babbling," the blonde laughed and kicked back her feet and threw her head to rest on the headboard of the diva's bed.
"Rach?"
"Will you shut up?" Quinn laughed again, finding joy in the confusion radiating from Rachel, "I'm trying to be nice and all you can do is be cynical," Rachel searched the blonde's face for any sign of something being wrong, if she didn't know better then she'd think that Quinn was trying to flirt with her.
"Sorry," she shook her head moving her gaze back to the blank sheet of paper on her lap, "so, song ideas,"
"Right, song ideas," Quinn looked to the ceiling of the ridiculously pink bedroom and thought about the men sitting downstairs who were no doubt thinking about her too. She'd never been to Rachel's house and it wasn't difficult to believe the only people who had were the boys who she had dated, she then became disturbed at the thought of what might have happened on the bed she was sitting on and moved uncomfortably.
"Any thoughts?"
"Only that I'm very bored and would rather continue this conversation somewhere else,"
"Such as?"
"Breadstix?" Rachel stood up with the pad of paper in hand and grabbed her coat without answering, "How about you leave the pad here yeah?"
"But then we won't be able to-"
"Just leave it, Rach,"
"Sure, Q," the biggest butterflies made their way into Quinn's stomach and she giggled nervously watching the diva place the pad on her bed before motioning her to follow her out of the bedroom. Rachel had no idea what was going on, why was Quinn calling her a pet name, and why did she do the same thing? Also, why the hell were they going to Breadstix? Was this a date? The last time she checked, if a boy had asked her, it would definitely a date but what about a girl? What was she thinking, of course Quinn hadn't asked her out on a date.
"Should I drive?" the blonde asking looking to the diva with a pretty smile.
"If you want to,"
"All right, come on then," Rachel followed Quinn out of the house after saying goodbye to her fathers and closing the door. She could feel her eyes drifting towards Quinn's backside which wasn't uncommon, but she hadn't really noticed it so much before. Immediately pulling her eyes from it, she could see that Quinn had been looking over her shoulder at her smirking suggestively. Ignoring all the feeling in her gut that this dinner was probably not a good idea, she climbed into the white SUV and kept quiet for one time in her life, "you can talk you know, I'm not going to kill you or anything."
"I wasn't thinking you were," she laughed, "I am now."
"You're funny," Quinn nodded, pulling out of Rachel's drive keeping the gaze on Rachel longer than she normally would have, "you're a vegan right?"
"I am, I didn't think you would know that,"
"I know more about you than you think," a smirk made its way onto her face and she continued, "like I know you check out my ass when I'm in front of you and even you don't know that."
"Actually, I do know I do that,"
"So you admit it?" Rachel was stumped, she hadn't any idea what the right answer was, should she admit it, or let it go?
"Yes, I guess I do," she laughed, feeling the tension that had been there for years crumble down around them and the blonde joined in the laughter too, "what's so funny?"
"I thought you would deny it, or compose a huge essay to disguise your answer,"
"Maybe you do know a lot about me," she replied, thinking about what Quinn had just said, that is usually what she'd do. What was Quinn doing to her defence system?
"I know I do, but you clearly know nothing about me," her eyebrow arched as she waited for an answer from the diva when nothing came she decided to keep talking, "I know what you think about me. Blonde, pretty, head cheerleader, in love with popularity, in line to take over the world with Santana," Rachel let out a laugh, "shallow, stupid, conceited."
"I don't think that at all,"
"Which part,"
"The last things you said, I don't think you're shallow, stupid or conceited. I think you're very bright and too pretty for your own good,"
"So you do think I'm pretty?" her eyebrow arched again, something that was becoming a trend in the blonde's endearing facial expressions.
"Would you stop getting me to say things about you, you're twisting all my words and making me feel stupid,"
"Oh thanks, so you don't think I'm pretty. Remind me why I'm taking you out for dinner again," the car turned a corner and they came to the familiar road which approached Breadstix.
"So you are taking me out?" Rachel played Quinn at her own game and laughed along with the blonde who was finding it hilarious that Rachel's attempt was so badly done.
"Yes, I am, is that all right?"
"Yes, it is, I just don't know what it means," Quinn kept her eyes on the road trying her best to not look at the brunette in her car.
"Just go with it, hopefully by the end of the night you'll find out what it means," something about that sent a hot flush over Rachel's skin, what was that supposed to mean? Whatever it was, she was going to find out and quite frankly she couldn't wait.
"I'll have the Sesame Noodles With Napa Cabbage please," Rachel folded the menu and looked to Quinn who was looking at the menu hungrily before closing hers too.
"I'll have the same, thank you," their eyes met and Rachel looked suspicious.
"You're not vegan are you?"
"No," Quinn laughed, "I couldn't do it, I just think I should respect your diet and stay away from the meat while I'm eating with you."
"Nobody has ever done that for me before," she smiled and Quinn smiled back, she wondered what was happening, she'd never made such an impulsive decision like this before and this time it was for someone she promised she would leave alone. Santana was going to kill her.
"Well, I'm glad I could be the first," she winked clearly meaning something else entirely, "look you're blushing."
"Yes well that's all your fault," she waved her hand in the blonde's direction to which Quinn laughed at her, "would you stop laughing at me, you're making me even more nervous."
"Why are you nervous being on a date with a girl?" Quinn's head cocked to the side and her eyebrows did a slight dance on her forehead.
"I don't know, why did you ask a girl to go on a date with you?" she then imitated Quinn's expression which made them laugh slightly before looking deep into each other's eyes.
"I don't know, I guess..."
"Yes?"
"I guess you confused me," she admitted, picking up her coke and raising the glass to her lips which Rachel followed with her eyes, "I don't know."
"Well that's how I feel about why I'm so damn nervous,"
"I thought you didn't cuss," she laughed, "sorry, I'll stop."
"No don't, it's quite funny actually. I like it when people flirt like that."
"Who said I was flirting, Berry?" again, her eyebrow arched and Rachel couldn't help but shake her head at her.
"Well that's what it seems like to me,"
"You have a good eye for flirting then, I thought I was getting very good at hiding how I feel about you," she lowered her voice slightly, "I've had enough practice at it."
"What do you mean?" Rachel could feel her heart beat through her shirt and was sure that Quinn could hear it over the table.
"Let's just say, I've wanted to rip Finn's head off numerous times in the past year," Quinn laughed but could see that Rachel wasn't close to laughter, she looked freaked out, "I'm sorry, I need to learn to keep my mouth shut."
"No, actually, you need to learn to open your mouth and tell people when you're feeling things for them, and not spring it on them when they're already on their first date with you and feel ridiculously under-dressed,"
"I don't care about that, you look fantastic,"
"This is weird, what are you doing? What are we doing?"
"Well right now we're going to eat some food because here it comes," the familiar waitress came to the table carrying two bowls, "hey Sandy,"
"Hello, Quinn," she smiled placing the bowls in front of the two girls, "enjoy your meal."
"I really hope you don't regret ordering this," Rachel picked up her knife and fork and began to twirl the noodles onto the fork carefully, "I doubt you will because it is simply delicious."
"It certainly smells nice," Quinn smiled while doing the same as the petite girl in front of her, "should we talk about everything that's just happened?"
"Yes, I do believe we should."
"Are you gay?" a cough erupted from Rachel's throat and her eyes widened, "Sorry."
"No, no, it's OK. If you asked me earlier in the day then I would have laughed at you and told you to not be so ridiculous but now, I, I don't know,"
"You're cute,"
"Will you stop, I'm trying to figure all of this out,"
"Food's nice," Rachel nodded agreeing with Quinn.
"Thinking about it now, I really do check out your butt an awful lot,"
"Yes you do," the blonde laughed, hungrily twirling more noodles onto her fork, "and my boobs."
"I was just thinking about that, I'm not very discrete am I?"
"No you aren't, but it makes things more interesting. It just used to annoy me that you would blatantly undress me with your eyes and then go running into Finn's arms like some huge hetero-blanket,"
"It might have helped if you were more obvious with your flirting, I haven't caught you once, not even a little bit,"
"Puck did," Quinn laughed looking into her bowl remembering the conversation she'd had with him about six months earlier about the diva, "he offered to try and help me. I turned him down." Rachel joined in the laughing wondering how oblivious she'd been to it all.
"So, what? You like me?"
"I do, yes,"
"I like you too,"
"What?"
"What do you mean what? Surely you knew after this conversation?"
"No, I thought that putting myself out there and being rejected would allow me to move on and stop being hung up on someone I thought I would never have a chance with," Rachel's admission had clealy thrown Quinn off guard, she was all prepared to go home heartbroken but with at least some idea that she needed to let go.
"Well, would you mind not moving on?" the brunette stretched her hand out on the table and Quinn took it. Rachel could see a tear in her eye, this wasn't something stupid she'd been set up to do by some sick joke from Santana, what Quinn was saying was the truth.
"I'd love to not move on," she wiped the one tear that fell and laughed lightly, "I feel really stupid now."
"Really? Because I think you're being very sweet,"
"But what about you? Aren't you straight? I mean, Finn, Jesse, Puck even,"
"I'd rather not think about that when I'm thinking about getting you alone,"
"Rachel Berry!"
"I know, I'm terrible," she winked which caused Quinn to laugh at the girl, "I know that when I have been with boys, I have put off the physical act of love because it felt like something was missing. Whatever Finn kept feeling which made him, happy, wasn't reciprocated and although that annoyed him, I wasn't going to throw away my virginity if I didn't feel into it. It was the cause of the break up," Quinn tried really hard to hang onto every word she said but couldn't help being putt off by the girl's lack of literal vocabulary.
"Do you have a problem with the word 'sex'?"
"I don't know, I just feel weird saying it sometimes," she shrugged, "I know I'm weird, people tell me that every day."
"You're cute,"
"Fabray!" both girls turned to see the familiar girl storm over with a hesitant Brittany following, "What did I tell you, Q, I told you not to tell her or make a move because you and your popularity would get hurt and what have you done? You've ignored me. Well we're joining you, sit down Britt,"
"Hello to you too Santana," Rachel said giving Brittany a smile which she returned politely.
"I wasn't talking to you, Berry,"
"San," warned Quinn, "stop it."
"I'm looking out for you Quinn, I don't want you to get hurt. Your popularity? That can be fixed easily, come on you're friends with me. But Berry isn't even gay,"
"Would you stop talking about me like I'm not even here?" Santana looked at her and eyed her up and down, "Anyway, who says I'm not gay?"
"Your relationship with Finnocence," her head whipped back to look at Quinn, "oh my God what are you eating?"
"It's called Sesame Noodles With Napa Cabbage, it's actually really good," she took another forkful of noodles after smiling at Rachel who was doing the same.
"Yeah looks it, hey could we please have some wedges to share?" she aimed at the waitress who was walking past.
"Sure, some dips too?"
"Of course, thanks," once the waitress walked away, Santana looked back to Rachel, "so are you saying you are gay?"
"I'm saying I don't know but I like Quinn and if you're basing my sexuality on people I have previously dated then you are being very hypocritical, Santana."
"Well all I'm saying is, you mess with her, you mess with me,"
"Why are you so scary all the time?" the petite brunette looked to the Latina with frightened eyes.
"It's what I do best, Berry,"
"I don't want to be rude Santana, but could you and Brittany maybe leave us for a while, I don't feel comfortable talking around you," Quinn looked to her friend for help, "please?"
"You want to be nice to me Fabray, I could easily tell her about your sex dreams,"
"Hm?" Rachel's head popped up from taking another lot of noodles in.
"Santana, go,"
"Yes ma'am," Santana and Brittany stood up and moved to a free table on the other side of the restaurant leaving Rachel and Quinn with only each other to look to. Rachel didn't know what to say, even after only a few hours alone with the girl, she knew that the feelings she felt were true and she could see they were equally, if not more, reciprocated. The presence of Santana might have even helped them as it left Rachel even more convinced that it wasn't a trick, Santana may be a bitch but she wasn't a liar. The blonde couldn't believe what had happened in one day, she'd gone from complaining to Puck in the morning about her dreams which were driving her crazy, to holding hands with Rachel at Breadstix around people they both knew. Nothing added up but Quinn wasn't going to ignore it, not for a minute.
"So, I'm pretty much certain I'm gay," Rachel broke the silence and Quinn just smiled tenderly, "I knew there was a reason I couldn't keep my eyes off you when you perform but never look at Finn, or Puck or any of the guys. I knew there was a reason that Brittany and Satana's make out sessions didn't gross me out and actually I couldn't help but look a little longer than was possibly socially accepting, and of course why I didn't want to sleep with any of the ex boyfriends I've had." Quinn nodded, feeling exactly the same but holding the slight regret of caving for Puck.
"Me too," they both connected hands again and Quinn could see Brittany holding a heart sign with her hands up at the two of them, "so what do you want to do about it?"
"What do you mean?"
"Do you want to come out, or do you want to just date and then deal with all of that later?"
"Would it be crazy if I wanted to go home right now and talk to my Dads right away and call you my girlfriend to the world?"
"No, I want to do the same thing," they smiled at one another, "but I've wanted to do that for about a year, are you sure you don't want to wait a while and make sure you aren't making a mistake?"
"Q, I've never been so sure of anything before. How could this," she lifted her hand to her chest so she could feel her heart beat, "be wrong?" Quinn nodded giggling slightly and she felt her heart beat raise too, never had she expected this to be the result of the conversation. After paying the cheque, Quinn gestured for Rachel to stand up and she wrapped her arm around her lower back hugging her in close before saying goodbye to her fellow cheerios who hadn't taken their eyes off the pair since moving tables. The two of them exited the restaurant and approached the car slowly.
"Do you want to tell your Dads now then?"
"I do," Rachel nodded, "you will come with me won't you?"
"Sure, if you want me to. Do they know about how badly I used to treat you?" Quinn thought that the only reason they would disapprove would be if they knew about the bullying that had happened in the past.
"No, that they don't. It's quite convenient now don't you think?" they both laughed.
"Thank goodness, I don't know if I could take the wrath of the evil step-dads,"
"Especially the sassy gay step-dads," Rachel corrected before laying her hand lightly on the back of Quinn's jean pocked, "I've always wanted to do that."
"That is totally and completely fine," she winked before getting out the car keys to open the SUV. As it beeped, Rachel stood next to the door ready to open it but before she even had the chance, Quinn grabbed onto her waist and kissed her neck tenderly from behind moving her hair as she kissed. Rachel melted into the touch and sighed appreciatively to which Quinn was sure Rachel was right when she said she was confident about her sexuality; she'd never seen Rachel react like this to anything Finn ever did. As she moved her hands to the front of her stomach she pulled her in and whispered into her ear, "and I've always wanted to do that."
'So happy together...'