Single pieces of One-Shot.
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Note: HIMYM Style. Introducing the Berry-Fabray children: Beth, the 15 year old daughter and Tony, the five year old son. Both are forced to sit on the couch and listen to their mom, Rachel, as she tells them the story of how she met their mother.
Summary: Rachel talks about Quinn's jealousy issues. An old story is digged up from the past and it suddenly turns out to have different alternatives.
ATTENTION VERY IMPORTANT or else you'll get confused: Italics - present tense, Normal is the past.
"As you know, your other mother has always had some jealousy issues -"
"Some?" Beth sarcastically snorts. "Mommy totally threatened my friend Trisha when she found out about her celebrity crush, which inexplicably happened to be you."
"Hey, I happen to be a very desirable woman according to the new FHM list...
"Ew."
"What's FHM, mom?"
"Nothing, Tony. Anyways, she's always been a bit possessive and it's not easy to have a jealous girlfriend when you're a leading actress in a Broadway musical about love. It was twenty years ago, four months after we got engaged..."
"I want you to put it on me," Rachel whispered into Quinn's ear, making her blush.
"Ew, mom! We don't want to hear that!"
"Wait, wait, let me explain:
Rachel was holding a ridiculous looking tiara that was overly big and had too many fake diamonds. She couldn't believe that the props department couldn't come up with anything better than that.
"I think it's cute," a familiar voice chuckled behind her.
Rachel beamed before she even turned around to see who it was.
"Quinn!" she exclaimed happily, going in for hug. The blonde shortly kissed her on the cheek.
"What's it for?" Quinn questioningly asked, pointing at the tiara.
Rachel rolled her eyes and pouted when she explained, "It's for my new role as a gender confused prince who identifies himself more as a princess. Throughout the play, he slowly transforms into a real girl, which is played by me in the end. Brody's covering the first half."
Quinn raised one skeptical eyebrow. Rachel laughed and added, "Don't ask. The script was written by this new controversial writer who's just won a few prizes. Can't recall his name."
"Hm, still, I think it's cute," Quinn said with a smile.
Rachel stepped up to Quinn, letting their bodies melt into one. Her warm breath ghosting over Quinn's pale cheeks, she whispered into her ear, "Okay, then. Make me feel like a princess. I want you to put it on me."
And the tiara was forced into one of Quinn's hand. Quinn couldn't contain it anymore, her cheeks rapidly reddened and she bursted out in laughter because really, the tiara was ridiculous and with the large thing on Rachel's head, it almost looked offensively stupid.
"See, case closed. It's ridiculous." With that, Rachel carelessly flung the tiara over her shoulder, on the stage ground. Someone was going to pick that up later.
"Let's go, I'm starving. I've been rehearsing my songs for the last two hours."
Quinn contently linked her arms with her fianceé, leading the way out of the big rehearsal room.
"Oh, and Quinn, I hope you don't mind, but I've invited my co-star Gabrielle over to rehearse our scenes together," Rachel remarked as if she was talking about the weather. Quinn stiffened next to her.
"You see, kids, I should've taken this as a warning sign and just shut up. But back then, I didn't have the experience of being sixteen years together with your mother."
"...and a really fantastic dancer, she can bend her upper body all the way down to her -" Rachel stopped
talking when she noticed Quinn looking completely distant. "Quinn?" Rachel tried, shaking her girlfriend with the arm that was linked to hers. "I'm boring you, aren't I?"
"No," Quinn forced a smile with gritted teeth. "Just go on."
"Oh no, mom. Tell me you didn't."
"Well -"
"And she was nominated for an Oscar!" Rachel brightly continued. "Now if that isn't an accomplishment. Of course, she could've won the Oscar like you did, but it's something, right? And she has a passion for literature of the 20th century, just like you! I can't wait till the two of you meet, you will get along for sure."
"They didn't."
"- And I bet you will like her as much as I do."
"She didn't. But you will see it yourself later. Anyway, your mommy hid it well, she didn't get an Oscar for nothing, and I never realized how much it had bothered her. Children, jealousy is something you sometimes can't control and when you think you do, it's actually controlling you."
In the living room of the Berry-Fabray household, Rachel sat comfortably on the large couch with her feet propped up on the grandcoffee table. Opposite of her, her co-star Gabrielle sat on a single couch with her legs crossed. They were rehearsing the scenes they had together.
"Do you not desire my touch, my Prince? Do you not find me desirable anymore?" Gabrielle theatrically exclaimed, her tone hurt and bordering a whine. To feel the drama, she motioned with her hands, seemingly reaching after Rachel with grabbing hands.
Rachel almost snorted with laughter, but stayed professional. "No, my princess, it is not you. You are as desirable as you've always been, but I cannot feel the passion anymore."
"Kids, I still can't believe that this musical won a Tony Award. I think the judges were impressed of how the actors turned this sad script into a good musical."
"Then tell me, Prince, why can you not enjoy the warmth of my body on you? Do my... womanly curves... not affect you..."
Gabrielle started out dramatically, then her voice got slower and drier until she deadpanned. "Wow. That's crap."
Rachel agreeingly hummed, turning over a few pages. "And it's not getting better."
"But we had no other choice than to learn our lines, we weren't professionals for no reason. And this went on for ten long minutes when your Auntie Santana burst in. She's always had this irritating habit of breaking into our apartment unannounced if she wanted something."
Rachel and Gabrielle were in the middle of reading out a small scene when Santana burst through the apartment door, shaking with the keys, which Rachel already regretted giving her. She had explicitly said, 'Only in case of emergencies', but there wasn't one day where it wasn't an emergency for Santana. That was only one of the disadvantages of living beneath her apartment.
"Hey, Berry, I – uh, have this thing and you've got to help me out," Santana exclaimed, pointing over her shoulder. "Now. Like, in this moment."
Rachel sighed and nodded to Gabrielle. "Can't you see we're busy rehearsing our lines? That's Gabrielle by the way, my co-star for the musical."
Gabrielle gave her a polite smile before she turned her head back to the script, already reading out her next lines under her breath. Santana furrowed her eyebrows, not used to being easily dismissed.
"Fine," Santana spoke up again, strangely loud for whatever reason, "I tried. So, um, I'll just go and think about getting a new best friend, because you suck."
Rachel didn't even look up when Santana left her apartment again.
"Your friend is weird," Gabrielle remarked, not looking up from her script.
"Yep," Rachel agreed, trying to mark a line in her script when she noticed that her pen had dried out. "Hey, do you mind me borrowing your pen?"
"'course not," Gabrielle smiled. "But you've got to catch it, alright?"
"Alright," Rachel laughed, putting her script aside, ready to catch the pen with both of her hands.
Gabrielle aimed for a second, then threw the pen across the large table, which ultimately hit Rachel's -
"Honey? Kids? I'm home!"
Rachel and the children look up to the door where Quinn just entered the apartment.
"Oh, no, I can't continue with this story if your mother is going to listen..." Rachel mutters, but Beth is having other plans.
"Mommy, mom's telling us an interesting about a former co-star called Gabrielle."
Rachel's eyes widens as she hisses at Beth, "Are you trying to get grounded?"
Beth sassily sticks out her tongue. Tony looks confused between Rachel and Quinn.
Quinn immediately narrows her eyes as she drops her bags and pulls off her coat. "What about her?"
"Nothing, just about how they once rehearsed their lines together. All alone."
"That's it, Beth!" Rachel pretends to grab after her daughter when Tony squeals in laughter, thinking this is a game. He throws himself in front of Beth, who laughs. "Good boy."
"You all sit down," Quinn orders and Rachel and the children quickly sit down again. "It's time to look at your mother's stupid stories from my perspective."
"They're not stupid!" Rachel tries to defend herself.
"Shh, I want to hear her side of the story for a change," Beth says to Quinn's satisfaction. They don't just look alike, Beth usually tends to listen more to Quinn than to Rachel. But only because Beth is a rational girl and Quinn is the more rational parent unlike Rachel, who sometimes lets her feelings get in the way of making decisions.
"Your mom, Rachel, can be so dumb sometimes," Quinn begins, making Rachel gasp. "Excuse me?"
"Just listen, Rachel:
Quinn couldn't believe that Rachel invited her co-star over for rehearsing lines. But at the same time, she couldn't really use this against Rachel, she was just doing her job, but still. It bothered Quinn. A lot.
It wasn't under her control, feeling all these things, it wasn't that she liked being in a state of constant jealousy. She couldn't help it, she couldn't stop it. And she hadn't dared to tell Rachel about her problem. Or condition.
She feared that Rachel would get irritated with her, because no one wanted to deal with an overjealous girlfriend. And they were already engaged, she had finally found someone to share her life with and she was quite sure that she would never find someone as patient as Rachel had been with her again.
That was why she had to keep up the illusion of being a perfect girlfriend. She was an Oscar winning actress for heaven's sake, what was a little bit pretending in comparison to that.
So she had lied to Rachel and told her that she was out with a friend for coffee. So Rachel could rehearse her lines with Gabrielle in their apartment. But what her fianceé didn't know, Quinn couldn't bring herself to leave Rachel alone with another woman, so she faked leaving the apartment short before Gabrielle's arrival and stayed hidden in the closet instead.
"If I hear a closet pun, I will ground you. Yes, Rachel, you, too."
When Quinn was sure that Gabrielle and Rachel had settled down in the living room, she came out of the closet and quietly crawled to the kitchen, which was connected to the living room.
She could hear Gabrielle loudly and stupidly giggling over something Rachel had said.
"She doesn't giggle and I can't believe you were there the whole time-"
"Rachel!"
Quinn dared to peek over the kitchen counter and her eyes narrowed in anger at what she saw.
There, on a couch that was large enough for four people, sat Rachel right next to Gabrielle, the side of their bodies almost touching. She could almost see Gabrielle breathing down Rachel's neck as she looked into her script, as if she didn't have one of her own.
"Don't you want to touch me, my Prince," Gabrielle seductively whispered, leaning towards Rachel, "Don't you think I'm desirable and hot?"
"That's certainly not what the script said and not how Gabrielle acted-"
"Zip! I'm telling the story now."
Clueless to Gabrielle's advances, Rachel monotonously read from the script, "No, my princess, it is not you. You are as desirable as you've always been, but I cannot feel the passion anymore."
Quinn pulled a grimace at this, the script was a shame.
Now sure that the two musical actors wouldn't suddenly turn around, Quinn shifted to get into a comfortable position to watch them.
"Then tell me," Gabrielle almost moaned, putting a hand on Rachel's shoulder and Quinn almost growled. "Why don't you just enjoy my naked body on yours, do my breasts not affect you?"
Rachel didn't notice Gabrielle almost captivating her left arm, she turned over a page in her script instead. "Wow. That's crap."
While her eyes were soaking up Rachel's profile, Gabrielle distractedly remarked, "And it's not getting better. Unless we act the sex scene out. You know, authentically."
Rachel shrugged, not really listening as she marked her lines in the script.
Quinn had seen enough. She tip-toed out of the kitchen into the bedroom and slowly locked the door behind her. Then she almost lunged after her phone, her fingers flying over the touch screen as she dialled a number she hadn't used often since it was relatively new in her phone book. But it was an emergency.
"Lopez on the line, you want something, white girl?" Santana greeted her in her charming ways.
Still not used to Rachel's best friend's behavior, since they knew each other only for one month after Rachel had introduced Santana to her, Quinn paused before she replied, "Can I ask you for a favor?"
She heard Santana laughing on the other side of the line. "Sorry girl, but I don't play with Rachel's barbies. I'm a loyal sis. But I totally knew from the beginning that you wanted to get up all on that fine body that is mine."
"Ew," Quinn scrunched up her face. "No, not that. Never that."
"Oops, didn't hear that, you were saying?"
Quinn rolled her eyes. "Could you come to our place for a second? And try to get Rachel to go with you?"
"Why? Is there some hot actress with her or what?"
Quinn growled. "An actress, yes."
"No, you don't get it. Is she hot?"
"Could you just come over now? It's only gonna take you a minute," Quinn sighed.
"So she must be hot or you wouldn't feel threatened. Okay, I'll be there in three, two, one -"
And exactly at one, Quinn heard Santana bursting through the apartment door, yelling, "Hey, Berry, I – uh, have this thing and you've got to help me out."
Quinn unlocked the bedroom door and carefully tip-toed back to the kitchen.
"Now. Like, in this moment."
"Can't you see we're busy rehearsing our lines?" Gabrielle snapped at her, irritated at the fact that her attempt to get a wiff off Rachel's fresh hair was interrupted. Rachel just awkwardly waved hello at Santana.
Santana immediately got defensive at being so blatantly blown off, so that she loudly answered for Quinn to hear, "Fine. I tried. So I'll just go and think about getting a new best friend whose fianceé doesn't lie to me about mediocre looking actresses."
Quinn shook her head no and wanted to get Santana to stay, but she was out of the apartment the next second. A terrible friend she was. She couldn't believe that she was Rachel's best friend.
"Your friend is weird. And weird is only good when it comes to sex. Which I am really good at," Gabrielle commented, scooting closer to Rachel again, who was busy marking her lines.
"Hm," Rachel hummed, noticing her pen was running out of ink. "Do you mind me borrowing your pen?"
"Of course not," Gabrielle stupidly giggled, "I don't mind at all. You can borrow everything you want. Everything."
"It's okay, I just need a pen right now," Rachel dumbly smiled.
Gabrielle slyly smirked and put her pen into her mouth. "But you've got to catch it. With your mouth."
"Okay, enough, I've listened to this story for far too long! Quinn, nothing you remember is correct! You can't just randomly invent things out of the blue!"
"Oh, so you don't believe me that that slu...bit..woman was into you?"
Beth and Tony look between their mothers like a tennis match.
"Of course not, our relationship had been professional from the start!"
"Okay, so let's pull a third referee into this game. Call Santana."
"Yay, Auntie Tana!" Tony exclaims, since the name of his aunt is the only thing he can understand. He actually never understands anything his brunette mother tells him about. He's just five. But he likes to listen to his mother's voice and he likes to see her happy when she's telling these stories. So that's why he pretends to be actually listening when he really doesn't understand anything. Which is sometimes for the better.
Beth has taken it upon herself to call aunt Santana since Quinn and Rachel are still fighting.
When Santana finally bursts through the door like in the old days, the married couple stops bickering.
"You prayed to God?" Santana smirks.
Quinn and Rachel almost start fighting again as they try to get Santana on their side of the story until Beth shouts, "Stop! Auntie, you start."
Santana looks like in her element as she sits down on the couch next to Tony and fondly ruffles his hair. Tony squeals with laughter and tells her to stop, but everybody knows he actually enjoys the attention.
"You want my unbiased version? Well..."
Santana was in the middle of deciding whether to go to the gym or to the bar, but it was a Sunday afternoon and even for her circumstances a little bit out of the ordinary to drink alcohol. Unless there was something to celebrate or forget.
That was when her ringing cellphone postponed her decisions.
Incoming call. Quinn Fabray.
Surprised why Rachel's fianceé would call her, since they weren't really familiar with each other yet, Santana still picked up the phone like she would with friends.
"Lopez on the line, you want something, white girl?" Santana greeted with a grin. If that Fabray woman really wanted to stay longer in Rachel's life, then this was the least she could tolerate.
"Can I ask you for a favor?" she heard Quinn whisper through the line.
Santana smirked. She knew it. Everybody wanted to get up on all that hot stuff that was her.
"Sorry, girl. I'm a loyal sis and I'd never do that to my best friend, Rachel. But it's okay, your secret is fine with me."
"Oh," Quinn muttered in disappointment, but she quickly covered it up. "Anyways, could you come to our place for a second? And try to get Rachel to go with you? Because there is this stunningly gorgeous actress with my fianceé and I don't want her to get any ideas."
Santana thoughtfully hummed as she opened her door and left her apartment. She took the stairs since it was just one floor down to Rachel and Quinn's apartment.
"Girl, I understand. I'm coming to help, I'll be there in three," Santana jumped off the last step of the stairs, "two," and took two long strides to stop in front of a door with the number 255, "one."
Unlocking the door with the keys Rachel gave her only for emergencies, which was one right now, Santana pushed open the door and entered the apartment.
Rachel was just reading out her line while that beautiful co-star was staring at the ceiling in disinterest. But at Santana's arrival, Gabrielle's attention flew to her. A seductive smile immediately graced her features.
Santana nodded to herself in satisfaction, winking at Gabrielle. That woman totally wanted her.
"Hey, Berry, I – uh, have this thing and you've got to help me out," Santana distractedly said, not putting effort in her lie at all, because she was busy having eye sex with that hot actress. They needed to have sex. "Now. Like, in this moment."
Gabrielle swooned over her commanding tone.
Rachel looked irritated when she realized that Gabrielle's attention was all on Santana now.
"Can't you see we're busy rehearsing our lines?" Rachel said through gritted teeth, pointedly looking between her and Gabrielle. "That's Gabrielle by the way, my co-star for the musical."
Santana smirked. She got this. "Fine," she casually said, slowly going backwards. "I tried. So, I'll just go and head back to my apartment, just above yours. 355 if you forgot. I'll just leave the door open, you know, in case something happens, and I think I'm gonna shower and then walk around in my apartment. Naked. In 355. Right above your apartment."
Gabrielle mouthed to her, 'I'll be right there in a few minutes' and winked. Santana smirked and left the apartment. Closing the door behind her, she didn't immediately go back to her place, but decided to eavesdrop for a few seconds longer.
"Your friend is so hot," she heard Gabrielle gush to Rachel.
Rachel grumpily replied, "Yep. Hey, do you mind me borrowing your pen?" She added to change the topic, because she didn't want to talk about Santana again.
"This...is even wronger than Quinn's version," Rachel deadpans.
Santana shrugs. "I think I've got all the details."
Quinn doesn't look satisfied with the outcome of this story. "You only focused on yourself, Santana, how are we supposed to know who's right?"
The adults continue to argue over who's right and Beth retreats to her room because she doesn't want to witness this mess.
Tony is still confused.
It's movie night for the Berry-Fabray family and everybody is doing their part in the preparations for a perfect movie night. Beth is making popcorn, Tony is allowed to choose the movie, Quinn sets up the TV and surround speakers and Rachel is...
Actually, what is Rachel doing?
Quinn notices the lack of participation on her wife's side and finds her sitting on the couch with her phone in her hands. The blonde can feel the dryness in her throat, the impulse to walk over to Rachel and see whom she is texting, but she can suppress the urge. Instead, she clears her throat and pretends to check the TV remote.
"Just ask, Quinn. I know it's killing you," Rachel sighs, not looking up from her phone.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Quinn looks up, "but since you started it – who is it?"
"Well," Rachel begins, trying to find a way to formulate her words into a tactful sentence. "That story the other day got me thinking. I was so sure of my version and now that I know your perspective on it– I'm gonna leave out Santana's – I don't know what to believe anymore. And so I contacted the only person who's got the last puzzle piece."
"What?" Quinn hisses, her grip on the remote tightening. "You texted Gabrielle? Don't think about inviting her over!"
"Actually," Rachel slowly starts, when the doorbell rings.
"I want to open the door!" Tony is excited, he loves the sound of bells. He's only had good experiences so far, usually of Aunt Santana or Brittany coming over and playing with him, or boys delivering pizzas.
Quinn's eyes widen as she frantically stares at the door, then at Rachel. "How could you?"
"That's the only way you would listen! And I contacted her agent last Sunday, right after the fight."
While Rachel is explaining, Tony opens the door and finds himself staring up at a tall, attractive woman around his mothers' age. She smiles at him and crouches down to be on eye-level with him.
"Hey, little man. You are Tony, right?"
He dazedly nods. He's only five, but he can already discern human beauty. And like any other boy, he suddenly gets bashful around her.
"Tony, why don't you let our guest in?" Rachel says in amusement while Quinn is less amused.
Tony steps aside and blushes. He's been taught better than that and he knows it.
Gabrielle, making the forties look like the best time of her life, stood up again and laughed, ruffling his hair. Tony grins, he likes his hair being ruffled because only people he loves do that with him. He doesn't mind adding that tall brunette woman to the list.
Beth is done making popcorn and she almost drops the bowl when she comes out of the kitchen because that woman in her living room is Gabrielle Cruz, a legendary actress, and she's featured in all of Beth's favorite movies.
"Mom," Beth breathes, slowly turning to Rachel who looks pleased to see Gabrielle, "Why did you never tell me that with Gabrielle, you meant Gabrielle Cruz!"
The only one unimpressed with Gabrielle Cruz is Quinn who crosses her arms. She feels like scoffing.
Her wife likes Gabrielle. Her children like her. Is the whole world against her?
"I think it's time for a different story," Rachel announces. "Please, Beth, Tony, sit down. And you, too, Quinn."
The children almost race to their respective places on the couch. Quinn wants to scowl again. But she follows her wife's orders.
Gabrielle gracefully sits down on the single couch that Rachel gestured her to. She smiles and Quinn notices that she doesn't have wrinkles at all. The blonde huffs. She still hates her.
"Imagine my surprise when my agent called me and said that EGOT winning Rachel Berry wanted my number. How could I say no?"
Quinn scoffs and her crossed arms stiffen. Of course she couldn't say no.
"Rachel, you look as bright as ever and I see that you have beautiful children now," Gabrielle says, playfully winking at Tony who blushes and bashfully covers his red cheeks with his tiny hands. Then she smiles at Beth who looks like about to let out a sqeaul á la fangirl.
At last, she turns to Quinn. "And your wife looks more beautiful than I remember. Guess I can't be mad at her for stealing my Oscar."
Damn right, Quinn thinks until she registers the compliment.
"Thank you," she politely but stiffly replies.
Rachel smiles at her. "So about the story?"
Gabrielle laughs. "Oh, yes. I don't know why you want to hear it so much, nothing out of the ordinary happened that day. But if you insist:
It was one of the weirdest scripts Gabrielle had ever read. But nothing compared in weirdness to the fact that she knew that she was being watched by her co-star's fianceé.
"What?" exclaims the whole Berry-Fabray family clan except for Tony, who startles and shouts out a belated, "What?"
Gabrielle laughs. "Yeah, please don't judge me. But I didn't want to point it out because it would've been awkward, and I didn't want this to impact my acting relationship with Rachel. No words said, no harm done."
Quinn buries her face into her hands while Rachel still looks shocked. Only Beth starts to see the humor in it but she's rather busy innerly fangirling over her idol.
"But of course, it became an acting challenge for me..."
Gabrielle didn't know much about Rachel's fianceé but there was one thing she could be sure of, even if she was drawing conclusions. If her fianceé lurked behind the kitchen counter, then it either meant murder or uncontrollable jealousy. She guessed the latter one.
Rachel couldn't know, she sat with her back to the kitchen. But Gabrielle could see the tip of a blonde head moving behind the kitchen counter.
It wasn't that she had tried blocking out the thought of Rachel's fianceé spying on them. But as she sat opposite of Rachel, she had to look up from time to time, to interact with her while acting. That was why she couldn't help her eyes from straying to the kitchen counter.
The lines were cheesy and easy to twist around to make them sound dirty. But both tried to stay professional, even with the interruption that was Rachel's best friend.
That Santana woman didn't stay long though, so it was just them again.
It was when she accidentally hit Rachel's forehead with her pen, that she feared for her life. What if her fianceé saw that? She wasn't going to come out of this apartment alive!
So she tried to be sneaky yet smart.
"So, talking about looking for true love," Gabrielle began, "I see you found your true love?"
Rachel immediately dismissed her script and all too happily replied, "Yes, we just got engaged. I can't believe my luck, she's an Oscar winning actress!"
Gabrielle ears perked up at the word 'Oscar'. "Oh, in which category?"
"Best Leading Actress," Rachel proudly stated and that was when everything in Gabrielle's mind clicked.
"Quinn Fabray! Oh my God, you're dating Quinn Fabray!" Gabrielle enthusiastically exclaimed, bouncing up and down on the single couch. "I lost my Oscar to her, this is so awesome!"
Rachel tilted her head, giving her a weird look. How was losing an Oscar to someone awesome?
"She's already a legend between us movie actors," Gabrielle explained with a large smile. "She inspired me to try out musicals because she said my voice has an amazing tremolo that would sound good on a stage. I know she was just trying to be nice after I lost my Oscar to her, but still."
Rachel's smile grew and grew. "Mhm, you make me want to speed up the process of getting married."
"Don't wait, girl!" Gabrielle fiercely nodded. "She's a diamond. You better put a ring on it."
"And that day, we didn't rehearse much more, but instead talked about the wedding."
The moment Gabrielle stops talking, silence settles over the Berry-Fabray family.
Quinn is the first one to speak up. Slowly. Abashedly. "I – I..I can't remember the last part..."
Gabrielle laughs. "Because just when it was getting good, you weren't there anymore. I noticed the lack of blonde."
"But I can't remember it either," Rachel adds.
"Oh, you do. You just didn't get that far with remembering it. Maybe you've got interrupted while telling the story?"
And everything becomes clear. Rachel got interrupted by Quinn. Quinn got interrupted by Rachel. None of them have gotten farer than the point where Gabrielle had thrown a pen to Rachel.
"So...you were actually happy about losing your Oscar to me?" Quinn hesitatingly asks Gabrielle. The latter one laughs and nods. "Well, I can't complain. I won a Tony afterwards, and Broadway opened my eyes for things which became useful when I acted in movies again. The Oscar came late, but it came. And that's all that matters."
And in this moment, they all know that Quinn doesn't hate Gabrielle anymore.
The blonde turns to Rachel and wants to say something, but Rachel is forgiving and kind, so she shakes her head and whispers, "It's okay. I love you, too."
And they look like they want to be alone that it's almost getting awkward, so Beth suddenly says, "Mrs Cruz, can I please have an autograph on my room's wall?"