Short & sweet little fic to make up for my current writer's block of We're Teenager's?
This my version of Rachel's 'I'm sorry' cookies, so please accept them? The cookies I mean.
Summary
No, no, no, no, no, NO!
She loved Rachel Freaking 'Man Hands' Berry.
"Quinn?..."
"Rachel...I umm..."
"Quinn, what's wrong?"
"In Glee today Santana she well, she sorta made a comment about how if maybe I looked at my feelings about you without letting certain..other things obscure them that maybe they would be different and so I said why the hell not and decided that I'd actually give it a try. I tried thinking about you in this new light and it actually helped me with some things.."
"Basically. What I'm saying is that-that, Rachel, I'm in love with you."
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or its characters, that credit goes to the FOX crew & Ryan Murphy; No matter how much I wish I did. The storyline is very much mine though. It came from the brilliant part of my brain called my imagination.
"Quit staring Q, people might think you actually like the hobbit," Santana hissed lowly from the blondes side, " or do we need to have this conversation, again? Have your feelings about the midget suddenly done a 180 within the last 3 hours I asked or are you actually sane for once in your life, Quinn?"
The cheerio didn't notice her own grimace at the fiery Latina's words or Brittany's disapproving look being cast between the two of them. The taller blonde did not want to listen to the girls fight through all of Glee. It was her favorite subject after all.
"No...S, I thought we had established that even though I don't hate her anymore she still annoys the crap out of me to the point that civil is all I'll ever reach when it comes the girl. No matter how many times Shuester or Finn or even Britts interferes to try and patch things up, being friends with Rachel just isn't gonna happen."
"That doesn't me-"
Quinn's anger building she snipped out, apparently not finished, "It's inevitable and I've accepted that so maybe you should too. Your infatuation with Rachel and I is starting to give me the heebie-jeebies, San. Seriously. Chill the fuck out with it already, it's more annoying than Berry!" Oh crap, she just had to let her frustration over the day lead to her lashing out at the brunette.
Damn it, why couldn't she catch a break? She a felt headache start to come on as she waited for Santana's response that, she knew without a doubt, would lead to a another draining fight.
She really should have tooken notice of her surroundings better and would have noticed the smirk the Latina wore and that there was no trace of anger on her features.
"Actually, answer me this and then i'll leave you alone. You're lucky B doesn't want us fighting or I'd kick your ass for that comment. If you take away the annoyance, sexual tension, slight hatred, and the light in which you look at the midget from past incidents. What does that leave you, hmm? How do you feel about her behind that facade, Quinn? Cause pretty I'm sure it's a far cry from civil and 'just friends'."
"First of all...there is in no way sexual tension between us! Take off your rainbow colored glasses for once and open your eyes. Not everyone is GAY! And I'm damn sure not, either."
The loud declaration had caught the attention of the whole room and suddenly Quinn was the most interesting thing in existence. Everyone wondering what had caused the sudden outburst from the usually most collected of the three girls. The only time anyone in the club had seen her show emotion was when she sang A man's man's man's world and when the truth came out about who the father of Beth was, well anyone besides Rachel and the two girls flanking her in their seats. They weren't about to miss out on another chance to see the blonde express herself.
Quinn cleared her throat pointedly and sat down stiffly in her seat. "We'll finish this when we have more privacy. You guys can get back to whatever you were doing because I'm sure it was more interesting than what I was talking about." She deliberately leveled a glare at everyone to cue them in on the fact that they didn't have much of a choice until she locked eyes with the little diva across the room. Her glare seemingly melted away effortlessly as she saw the concern in Rachel's eyes but she also noticed confusion laced somewhere with it and let out a sigh that slumped her against her chair.
Great, now I've gotta deal with another confrontation from someone before I can run and hide at home.
She gave a small smile that was more a twitch of her lips and the brunette's grin in response registered as a little too enthusiastic in Quinn's mind before it was out of her eyesight as Rachel turned swiftly jumping back to her conversation about sheet music with Kurt at the head of the room, as if nothing had happened.
From the perplexed look on Kurt's face he had saw the whole exchange. He chanced a glance at the blonde in the seats and raised his eyebrows questionably before joining the debate on whether or not they should do Defying Gravity or Here Come's The Sun as their next duet. Surprisingly, Rachel really wanted to do The Beatles and Kurt just couldn't wrap his head around why. It was a beautiful song, yes, but he was really looking forward to singing a show tune with the girl.
Quinn was silently rooting for Here Come's The Sun it was one of her favorite songs and if Rachel sung it, the merrier. After the blonde realized this she thought over Santana's comment about looking at her feelings for Rachel without other things affecting it. As she studied the girl making gestures with her hands and talking animatedly across the room, she tried the suggestion.
Rachel's rambling really wasn't all that off-putting for her it could be really endearing and sometimes quite adorable. She had grown to adore the light the brunette had in her eye's when she was talking vehemently about something as she was currently doing with Kurt. He didn't realize how low his chance of actually getting to sing anything from Wicked this time around if he didn't see the determined look on her face. All the time's Rachel just seemed to know when she needed someone had caused the girl to hold a warm grateful spot in her heart for her.
It was unstoppable, really, that'd she'd feel that way in the end. So Quinn thought nothing about it. As she continued on with her musings she failed to notice the expression starting to take hold on her face.
Santana, however, did and silently fist bumped herself mentally. A smirk seemed to manifest it's self on her face.
Finally!
Rachel doesn't look particularly bad today, she admits to herself.
The tight purple turtle neck tank with a cream v neck pointelle cardigan and black skirt actually seemed to compliment eachother well. The black poncho on her head just a slight bit more on her left side seemed to give her an elusive atmosphere and Quinn admired that the black flats that she had on ended the look well. Her fashion sense had seemed to increase for the better.
As she went on she started to notice how the outfit also seemed to hug her in all the right places and started letting her gaze wander around the rest of Rachel. The girl was actually looking, dare she say it, incredibly gorgeous today.
How she had such long legs, though, with a stunted stature seem to evade the blonde.
Seriously her legs are so long, not to mention sexy, it should be illegal. Wait, what?
Quinn hid her face with her hands and decided that looking at the brunette was not allowed while she was thinking with an open mind anymore, if it was gonna cause those sorts of thoughts. She felt how hot her face had become and could only imagine how much a tomato she must look right now. Shifting in her seat she realized how turned on she really was from looking at Rachel and groaned.
No fucking way! This can't be happening. I'm going to murder Santana tonight while she sleeps! Britt, sorry, I'll make it up to you later.
Okay so back to the personality quirks of the brunette then.
Because I really need to cool myself down before I try to leave or everyone will notice!
She had such a forgiving heart and while she could be hypocritical on a bad day about certain things all in all she was one of the greatest people Quinn's ever had the grace to know. She couldn't help but admire Rachel for her kind heart, her open mind, her strong will, and her determination.
Quinn absolutely adored the girl's voice, much like everyone else.
Okay, so maybe a little more than everyone else...
She'd snuck in for her before-school warm-ups and during lunch rehearsals more than she cared to admit, just to listen to Rachel sing. The blonde couldn't help herself and if she didn't like it so much she's sure she'd be ashamed of her almost stalker-ish behavior. She did though so, no shame, Fabray, no shame.
After all this and more that had kept her distracted enough for Glee Club to fly by she came to a conclusion. She absolutely adored the brunette and was a little infuriated. After further musings she'd concluded that was she was infuriated because of how much she disliked the brunette but after the girl had ran her hand across the Captain's right shoulder and smiled warmly at her before she left as a goodbye Quinn's mind went blank really fast and warmth seemed to spread throughout her to her toes and she took on a flustered state.
Oh shit! No, no, no, no, no NO! She didn't! Fuck!
She loved Rachel Freaking 'Man Hands' Berry.
Dun, Dun, DUHHHN!
Read on, if you please!