I guess it's all changed. Being popular, being loved, respected. All because of her. It's all her fault. From the day I met her she's been stealing things from me, my boyfriends, my friends, my spotlight. And now she's stolen my heart. That's right. It's hers. I-I love her. I love her. I love Rachel Berry.
I've known for a while now but the realisation came to me when Kurt threw Blaine a 'Welcome to McKinley' party...
"Quinn, maybe you should g'ome. You've had a lot to drink," slurred Rachel. She infuriated me! What a hypocrite! She did have a point though, the room was spinning and I kept staring at her breasts. Awkward much?
"Come wimmee then! You're absoluuuutely out of it baabeeyy," I spluttered. She was supposed to be staying at mine tonight, It was Finn's idea. Oh I do miss him. Did you really think I'd be nice to Rachel otherwise? But it feels good. A kind of warm feeling in my stomach... or maybe that's the vodka shots. Yeah, it's probably that.
We staggered home from Finn and Kurt's house, babies and their mothers staring and people whispering. We just walked on, hand in hand in blissful ignorance. She's not that bad you know. Well, when she's drunk she's not anyway.
"Ughh Quinn," she groaned, "I'm sure you hate m-me but I just wanted you to know that you're the most beau-beautiful girl I've ever seen," she said, her shaking fingers stroking my face. Slighty lesbatronic... okay, TOTALLY lesbatronic! I should've walked away, there and then. Stopped all this heartache. But I didn't.
"I guess you are too, in your own way... I mean, you must be. Finn keeps coming back to you so you must be doing something right," I replied. I felt sick coming up in my throat.
"See," she nudged me, "You can be nice sometimes, Quinn I-I love you..," she trailed off and then ran and puked in a litter bin. How glamorous.
"Rachel, I love you too. But I don't lnow! I'm just so confused! I'm supposed to hate you, everyone thinks I hate you! But, but I don't," I sobbed, the drink had gotten the better of me i suppose.
"Come here," she said, her arms reached out to draw my head in to lay on her warm, soft breasts; her lips brushed the top of my head delicately as we layed on the pavement, just a few yards from my gate. We lay still for a while, the only sound was each other's breath, steady and rhythmic.
I looked up, "You're so sweet," I cooed, my rosy pink lips hardly suppressing a self-indulgent smile.
"I love you Quinn," she said, her breath heavy and her cocoa brown eyes round and solemn, melted me inside.
Suddenly my lips crushed against hers, connecting us like a jigsaw. Like we were always made to fit each other, like this was our destiny. Her hands urgently clutching at me, and mine at hers. I wanted to stay here, just stay here, with her. Forever. I didn't ever want to let go. But I did. I had to.
"Quinnie!" called a pleasant and familiar voice. #!*% . It's mom. I leapt off Rachel and she looked at me, startled.
"What's wrong? Quinn?" she asked, genuine concern filling her voice.
"Come on, my mom's calling me! We have to go in," I urged, helping her off the ground whilst wiping her lipstick off my face just as my mom came out.
"Hello dear! Do come in, what's your name? I'll lay an extra plate, did you girls have fun? Not too much alcohol I hope! Ahh, but girls will be girls I suppose!" she bustled around us, talking more to herself than us.
"Mom, I'm just going to find Rachel some pyjamas," I said, she carried on not listening as I ushered for Rach to follow me up the stairs.
As soon as we were out of moms view, I clutched at her hands and drew her in. It was more tender this time, more sweet. My hands wandered to her waist, pulling her closer. Pressing her to me.
"Bab-by-y," she stammered, inbetween kisses, "pyjamas." I sighed and led her to my room.
"Take your pick," I said, pulling out a drawer. I grabbed my favourite nightgown, egg blue silk with white lace. She picked the same one in pastel pink and put it on, like RIGHT in front of me whilst I ogled at her toned, sun-kissed body. Her skin looked so smooth, so comfortable, so tempting.
"Girls! Food!" called my mom up the stairs. I tore my eyes away and slipped into my nightgown.
"Coming!" I yelled back, my face flushing a bright crimson as I caught Rachel staring at me, the way I was at her. I took her hand and led her down the stairs.
Dinner was... awkward. Mom kept babbling on and on about how amazing her new dress is and then once that rant was over, she insisted on making small talk with Rchel.
"Are you in Glee Club too?" she asked, seemingly interested. I wanted nothing more than for her to shut up so I could excuse myself from the table and go upstairs... with Rachel.
"Yes ma'am, co-captain!" Rachel responded unbelievably enthusiastically. I didn't know how she did it. I mean, I'm amazing at pretty much everything but she feigns enthusiasm so well.
"ahh," she replied, her voice laden with disappointment. Rachel shot me a 'Help!' look.
"Thanks for dinner mom, I love you," I rushed, rising to hug her.
"Yeah, thanks Ms. Fabray," Rachel said, seemingly relieved.
"No problem girls, now off to bed and not too much noise please!" she warned. Rachel and I scurried upstairs hand in hand.
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