Present Day Fall 2044
Rachel Berry paced back and forth in her opulent dressing room in front of a slightly smirking Quinn Fabray on a beautiful Fall Saturday morning. She was mumbling to herself, as she always did when her mind was running a mile a minute and Quinn sat back and took it all in as she always had for the last 30 years. The blonde took a second look around Rachel's dressing room while the brunette had her freak out moment and smiled at the pictures she had put up on her vanity. There was a beautiful shot of the two lovesick brides on their wedding day, one of Quinn frowning while wiping cake off her face and Rachel laughing at their son Graham's toothless smile on his first birthday, another of Grace giving Rachel the famous Fabray eyebrow when a shady looking clown showed up for her 5th birthday party, a family picture of the four of them after moving Graham in at UCLA, and her favorite candid shot of the two of them laughing while holding each other on the gym floor of McKinley High at their 10 year high school reunion. Yea, they had had a pretty good life together so far, Quinn thought as the Berry whirlwind came to a stop right in front of her.
"Quinn. I don't know if I can do this," Rachel said with a nervous quiver in her voice. Quinn smiled as she slowly stood up and tucked a flyaway brown curl behind her wife's ear. She reached up to hold onto the brunette's shoulders and ran her hands down Rachel's arms to entwine their fingers. Rachel closed her eyes as her frown lines instantly vanished with the touch. The brunette took a deep breath. Her lids fluttered open to meet dancing hazel eyes and her posture automatically relaxed.
Quinn smiled and calmly said, "Do you remember the first time you said that to me?"
Fall 2013
Kurt Hummel twirled through his front door and sang out, "Honey, I'm hooooome!" Footsteps came pounding through the kitchen and he chuckled as his tiny brunette roommate came skidding into the hall.
"Oh darling I'm oh so happy you have returned," Rachel cried with a dramatic southern drawl. "I just came across a rather unfortunate critter and it gave me such a fright! Who is to dispose of it?"
"Rachel, drop the Southern Belle for goodness sake. Did you say there was a spider in here?" Kurt shrieked as he whipped his head around looking for the eight-legged creature.
Rachel glared at her roommate before huffing and stomping her left foot. "Kurt Hummel you know very well that this audition is huge. I need to get this part in order to even be on the radar for the best roles for the Senior production. It has shown in the past that sophomore students that have not gotten speaking parts in their musicals have faded into the background never to be heard from again! Furthermore- "
Kurt had stopped listening to Rachel's rant and had already whipped out his phone. "Hello dear. I'm sorry to bother you this evening but Rachel and I could use some help over here. Yes, there is. It is not an irrational fear! Blaine Anderson your fabulous and devoted boyfriend needs you and- thank you. I will see you soon."
This was pretty much how Rachel and Kurt co-existed. After their freshman year they had both moved into a small apartment that was equal distance between their schools. Rachel had been accepted into Juilliard's Acting Program and Kurt had opted out of a career in theater and pursued one in fashion. He was currently enrolled at the Fashion Institute and loving every minute of it. The two had become extremely close and relied heavily on each other. Being away from home had been tougher than they thought it was going to be. Blaine followed Kurt out to New York after he graduated and was a freshman at Tisch living with a random roommate from school. Blaine was a normal fixture at Kurt and Rachel's, constantly taking care of the "manly" chores (as Mr. Hummel called them) that Kurt couldn't bring himself to do and Rachel had decided early on were not for her. He was also around to keep the two from killing each other. To no one's surprise, their exuberant personalities didn't always mesh and the battles were epic.
That weekend dawned rainy and gray and Kurt needed a change of scenery to complete his drawings. "Rachel!" he called toward the brunette's room, "I'm going to the coffee house. Care to join?"
Rachel poked her head out the door and said, "Next time Kurt. I'm running through these last few scenes and last time they didn't appreciate it when I had my read through there. Though I'm not sure why. It was a particularly emotional performance."
"You're right. I have no idea why they didn't appreciate your very moving monologue," Kurt said dryly. "Especially the particularly…colorful...language you were using while shouting at random customers."
"I know! No one appreciates my talent," the brunette cried while throwing her hands in the air. Kurt just rolled his eyes and grinned at his roommate before grabbing his bag and heading down the block to his favorite spot.
Kurt was hunched over his drawings at a table in the corner, furiously studying his lines and trying to figure out what the dress was missing when a voice from behind him said, "It's kind of tame for you, don't you think Glitter?" Kurt's eyes went comically wide before slowly turning to face the girl standing behind him. He knew the voice instantly but was still surprised to see Quinn Fabray, her patented smirk painted across her face. The boy just simply stared at the blonde taking in her choppy blonde hair, fitted NYU t-shirt, loose jeans hung low on her hips, and navy Converse sneakers. This was a casual Quinn that he had never seen. Her smirk morphed into an easy smile and her relaxed posture was nothing at all like the girl he remembered but his guard instantly dropped.
With a quick shake of his head he lifted his eyes back to her face and drawled, "Quinn Fabray. I was wondering when we were going to be seeing each other again."
Quinn chuckled and smiled even wider down at the boy, "Judging by the look on your face you definitely weren't expecting it to happen today."
Kurt grinned at the blonde and said, "No my dear. Definitely not. But now that I have, would you care to sit?" Quinn nodded and sunk down into the seat opposite the boy and launched into conversation about his drawings. She seemed to want to know everything about school and what he had been doing lately. Kurt was curious at first about the new lease on life the blonde seemed to have but he wasn't going to question it. He had always wanted to be friends with Quinn in secret. His ideas for her wardrobe were endless.
After an hour of chatter Kurt learned that Quinn was pursuing a Criminal Justice and English double major at NYU as a pre-requisite for Law School, was living in a quaint part of the village with a roommate from school, and working part-time at the University's theater helping paint backdrops and build sets. "Music was and still is a huge part of my life and its fun being able to still be a part of theater without the pressure of a performer. Besides, the money's good and its almost therapeutic being able to paint on a daily basis and create something from your imagination," she had said. Yep, Kurt thought, definitely not the girl I remember.
Quinn had looked down at her watch two hours later and said, "Kurt I'm so sorry but I have to go. I have to be at the theater in 20 minutes." The two stood and her easy smile never left her face as she added, "But this has been amazing. I'm so glad I ran into you."
"It really has Quinn. You seem like you're doing really well. We should all go out or something soon."
"Who else it 'we all'?"
"Well us obviously, my cute-as-a-button boyfriend, and Rachel of course." The blonde faltered in buttoning up her coat as her eyes lifted to meet to Kurt's.
"Rachel? As in Rachel Berry?" Kurt nodded. "I didn't know you guys were still in touch."
Kurt laughed, "Well we're actually much more than in touch." Quinn narrowed her eyes at the boy and raised her eyebrow. "That didn't come out right. What I meant was we're roommates so I see the mini-Barbra every day."
"Kurt we have been talking for two hours and you never mentioned you had a roommate let alone that it was Rachel Berry!" Quinn exclaimed as she laughed.
"You never asked! It's your own fault for asking about fashion and Blaine. You know I could talk for hours about him and forget there is a world that exists outside of fashion."
"So I'm starting to remember," the blonde muttered with a confused frown still on her face. "I've really got to go though so here's my number," she said as she scribbled down the digits on Kurt's notebook. "Call me and we'll talk about your forgetfulness." Kurt opened his mouth to retort. "I mean Rachel Berry. How do you not mention that?" Quinn added before she spun with a wave and exited the coffee shop. Kurt sat back down and pondered whether or not he was a bad friend for forgetting to mention Rachel. He decided to pick her up some of her favorite vegan chocolate on the way home to curb his guilt.
Rachel wasn't home when Kurt got back to the apartment later that night and the two were ridiculously busy for the entire next week. Rachel was practicing furiously to land the lead in Juilliard's production of "Oklahoma!" and Kurt spent most of his time with sewing machines and mannequins at school. He hadn't even had a chance to tell Rachel about his run-in with the blonde before the weekend. Saturday night Kurt and Blaine decided to go out to their new favorite gay bar, Rainbows. "Subtle," Blaine had said when Kurt first introduced him to the place. Kurt was surveying his outfit in Rachel's full-length mirror when the brunette walked into her room. He turned to face her with a pose and said, "Too much?"
Rachel grinned as she took in the boy's eccentric outfit and said, "For you? Never." Kurt nodded and turned back to the mirror.
"Go get yourself together Miss. We're going to Rainbows tonight."
"I would Kurt," Rachel said as she flopped down on her bed, "But I'm wiped out. I think Ally and Nick are just going to come over here for a movie night."
Kurt turned to his roommate and sat down on the bed next to her. "Nick staying in on a Saturday night? Please. I'll be seeing you later tonight." Rachel huffed because she knew he was right and got up to take a shower. Kurt gave himself another once-over in the mirror before leaving to pick Blaine up at his dorm and making his way to the bar.
Rainbows was as crazy as ever and Kurt flashed Todd the bouncer a smile before strolling in with Blaine in tow. Two years ago, Todd had called Kurt out for walking by the bar several times one night before telling him to go in and check it out. The bouncer remembered his first time in the city and seeing a place that would not only let him be himself without being bothered but actually encouraged him to do so. Since then, Kurt, Blaine, and Rachel never had to show ID's to get in. Kurt loved New York.
The boys had been enjoying a few drinks and dancing with some of their friends that they had met at the bar over the past two years when a flash of blonde caught Kurt's eye. He turned to see Quinn Fabray dancing with a few friends and a smile lit up his face. He had texted with the blonde a few times over the past week but they hadn't found time to meet up again. This was the perfect opportunity. Not even stopping to think about why Quinn was comfortable at a gay bar or anything, he grabbed Blaine's hand and made his way through the crowd. Blaine yelled out, "Quinn!" as a quick warning before Kurt tackle-hugged the blonde as she turned to say hi. (Maybe he had enjoyed more than just a few drinks.) Quinn just laughed and hugged him back before moving to say hi to Blaine and wrap him in a hug as well. Kurt was just about to ask what Quinn was doing there when a girl, presumably a friend of hers, swept in between the two and said, "Warning. Cassie is here and drunk already. She's totally looking to hook up and you know how she became a clingy creeper after you guys made out last time." Quinn's eyes went wide at her friend's statement as she looked past Maddie's shoulder to see if Kurt heard her. Judging by the matching look on his face, the blonde guessed that he had. Quinn ignored Maddie and grabbed Kurt by the hand, pulling him away from the group so they could hear each other better. She didn't want to shout at him during this conversation.
The pair stepped outside to get some air and Quinn turned to Kurt who was muttering random things. The blonde caught a few words like, "Finn," "celibacy club," "pregnant," and "Christian." Quinn smiled and rolled her eyes at the boy. "Yes Kurt. Yes. Finn happened, sex with Puck happened, pregnancy and Beth happened, my Dad really disowning me happened, and yes, me making out with that girl definitely happened. A few times actually," she added as she trailed off and thought back to the pretty brunette on the dance floor. Kurt's mouth hung open and Quinn reached up and closed it for him. "Are you going to say anything or just sit there and stare at me."
"I was right."
Out of everything that she thought the boy would say, that was definitely not it. "What?" she asked genuinely confused.
Kurt's baffled face morphed into a grin to rival the Cheshire cat's. "Mercedes so owes me $50. I called this circa Senior year when you came back as a skank. You were totally looking for a fit and not finding it so you tried a few different things. It was only a matter of time before you tried girls. Though I'll admit, I wasn't sure if it was going to stick or not. I pegged you as a number one gay panic candidate and giving your life over to Jesus. Thank God I was wrong about that. Those women never get enough sun and you're pale enough as it is."
Quinn was silent for a minute before letting out a shout of laughter. "Only you would take this and turn it into a bonus because it saved my skin tone. You really haven't changed at all have you Kurt?"
Kurt posed haughtily and said, "No reason to mess with perfection." Quinn smiled while she shook her head at her friend and let herself relax completely. This was Kurt. Kurt was a friend. Everything is okay. "Now," the boy said as her slipped his arm through hers, "I know there is a long conversation that can be had about why and when and all that nonsense but I'm not in the mood for that right now and judging by your flushed cheeks neither are you." Quinn nodded her agreement and the boy face instantly turned mischievous. "I want to see you work your magic in there."
Quinn shot him a look and said, "What, you think I don't know how to pick up a girl?"
"I'm not saying you don't. But I'm still putting dinner on the fact that you won't."
"Fine. You point her out and I'll show you how it's done."
"Challenge accepted," Kurt said as her lead her back into the bar. He bought the two of them drinks before they made their way back to where they left Maddie and Blaine who were now running the dance floor together. The two exchanged a look and laughed at their friends, moving to join them. Quinn grabbed Kurt's hand before he reached Blaine and said, "Well?" Kurt surveyed the bar and thought about which one he'd love to see the blonde pick up. His eyes landed on a girl who he thought would be the perfect candidate as his phone buzzed. He opened the text from Rachel that said, "You're right. Nick is going stir crazy already. We'll be there soon."
"I'm waiting," Quinn sing-songed bringing Kurt's attention back to her. He instantly got a wicked idea as he thought of the perfect person. "I don't like that face Kurt Hummel. You are not allowed to pick out someone completely ridiculous. And just so you know, the butch thing doesn't do it for me so not that either."
Kurt laughed and said, "I have an idea of who I'm picking but give me a few minutes to wander and take in the whole place." Quinn smiled and shook her head as she moved away to go dance with Blaine. Kurt made his way back to the door and told Todd to send Rachel to a table in the corner when she got there. He then moved to the bar and ordered a round of drinks before settling in at the high corner table. When Rachel and Nick got there Kurt made sure they sat with their backs to the rest of the bar so Rachel wouldn't see the anyone in the crowd, specifically Quinn. A few of their friends made their way over to the table and Rachel was instantly surrounded. Kurt saw his opportunity open. He knew there was something between the two in high school with Rachel's constant need for Quinn's attention and Quinn's continuous tension with the brunette. Now he understood. And now was his time to test his theory. Kurt moved away from the table silently and made his way over to Quinn. He leaned up and whispered in her ear, "Found her." Quinn turned around to face him and naturally, her eyes searched the crowd around him.
"Where?"
Kurt turned back toward the table to make sure that Rachel's back was still to them and her long hair was still hiding her face. He pointed toward the table, "See that brunette over there? With the red skirt on?"
"The one with the legs? How could I not see her." Quinn was instantly drooling and she knew this was in the bag. Kurt had chosen her type exactly. The three shots she had taken while Kurt was gone helped to sure-up her confidence.
"That's the one. Go get her tiger." Kurt watched her down her drink, draw herself up and instantly transform into the Quinn Fabray he used to know. As the blonde got in the zone, Blaine sidled up next to Kurt and said, "What's going on?" Kurt signaled him to wait a second as the blonde started to stalk across the bar towards the corner table. He turned to his boyfriend and said, "I just sent Quinn to go pick up Rachel."
Blaine narrowed his eyes, "Kurt. What did I say about meddling?"
"What's that Blaine?," Kurt shouted as he backed away from the other boy and moved toward the table to get a better view, "I can't hear you over the music!"
As soon as Kurt pointed out the girl Quinn knew that she was winning this bet. The girl's back was to her so all Quinn saw was flowing brunette hair and legs. God those legs. Quinn downed the rest of her drink and made her way over to the high table. Her buzzed mind went through a million pick-up lines, some of them quite good if she had anything to say about it. Though another part of her knows just how slurry she gets when she's been drinking so the blonde decided to keep it simple. However when she finally got near the table, the brunette's legs seemed to have erased any kind of a filter. Quinn came right up to the brunettes left side as the girl was facing her friend on her right. Leaning down to her ear, the blonde seductively whispered, "Hey gorgeous, can I buy you a drink?" The blonde felt quite pleased with her tone and inhaled the sweet smell of the brunette's hair as she moved away with a smirk plastered on her face. Though, for some reason the smell captured her like she knew it from somewhere but couldn't figure out where. A sense of nostalgia washed over her and her eyes went wide as the mystery brunette turned to face her.
"Rachel." Quinn muttered as her back went ramrod straight and her face drained of color. Rachel's expression mirrored the blonde's before she exclaimed, "Quinn!" The girls both stared at each other, neither knowing what to say next. Finally Quinn sighed and her shoulders slumped. "I'm going to kill Kurt."
"Kurt? Where is he?" Rachel turned completely around and searched the crowd and her eyes landing on Kurt who immediately turned and scurried away. "Did he send you over here to joke about picking me up because we're all in a gay bar?" the brunette asked.
Showing how far she had come in her acceptance of herself and maybe showing how drunk she actually was, Quinn smirked and said, "Well he did send me over here but it was with the intention of picking up a random hot brunette because he thought I couldn't do it." Rachel's eyes widened slightly with surprise. "Had I known it was you I might have opened with something different."
The brunette's face faded into a smile at the girl standing next to her. As usual, she couldn't help but be charmed by Quinn Fabray. "Hot huh?" Quinn jokingly stepped back and pulled the brunette up to stand in front of her so she could appraise her. The blonde made Rachel turn and pose as her eyes raked over her body. Rachel laughed as Quinn acted like she was deliberating and then the blonde said, "I stand by my initial observation. I know what looks good and I'm hardly ever wrong." Quinn nodded and then exaggeratedly patted the brunette on the back and added, "Good work Berry. Not a stitch of argyle in sight." Rachel continued to laugh and instantly loved the Quinn Fabray that stood in front of her.
The two were silent for a moment before Rachel said, "You look good too Quinn." Quinn blushed and smiled as she looked down to her feet. She knew the next words out of the brunette's mouth before she even spoke them. "So. Picking up girls? Should I put two and two together or assume that this was just an elaborate bet?"
Quinn searched the brunette's eyes and saw nothing behind the question that put her off. She was calm in Rachel's presence and if she thought about it, she always had been. Sure, there was high-energy tension during their high school years but when it came to any subject besides boys, Rachel was the only one who could get her to stop and breathe for a minute. And now, the fact that fights happened only over boys made so much more sense. Quinn smiled, "Yea you can put two and two together." A heart-stopping smile bloomed over Rachel's face before she launched herself at the blonde.
"Oh Quinn I'm so happy for you!" she said into the blonde's ear. As she pulled away she saw the questioning look on Quinn's face and added, "You just always seemed to be searching for something and look at you! You look amazing! I take it you finally found it?"
Rachel's genuine excitement rubbed off on Quinn and she let out a dazzling smile as she nodded, "Yea Rach. I think I really did." Rachel leaned in and hugged her again and something clicked with Quinn. It was if the final piece fell into place. The fact that she ran into Rachel and Kurt and they knew made it seem like she was finally bringing together her two lives. Pre and post New York Quinn were finally united.
Rachel grabbed Quinn's hand as she pulled her over to Kurt and Blaine who quickly looked away and tried to act like they weren't watching the entire scene unfold. Rachel stopped and said to Kurt, "Quinn and I are going to get a drink and then go dance. You two should join us. By the way, she totally wins the bet." Kurt was baffled but Quinn's face lit up with a laugh as she was tugged along towards the bar.
From that moment on, Quinn and Rachel became inseparable. Quinn needed Rachel's flair for the dramatic to spice things up after a long day of memorizing mundane law and Rachel needed someone like Quinn who was grounded and could give her an outsider's critique when it came to her developing acting skills. The two played off each other beautifully. Movie marathons on wintery days became habit. Rachel got Quinn up to speed on every musical she needed to know about and Quinn taught Rachel everything she knew about the classics. Quite often Kurt would come home after class and find the two singing and dancing in the kitchen while dinner lay abandoned on the stove top. Saturday nights at Rainbows became tradition and their two groups of friends meshed perfectly. It was the end of the girls' sophomore when Quinn's roommate started to date a creep that things started to change.
Rachel cracked a bleary eye as she smacked around her nightstand looking for her phone. She looked down at it and an adorable picture of a pouting Quinn covered in spaghetti sauce looked back up at her. She slid her finger across the phone to answer it and croaked out a, "Hello?"
"Hey Rach," Quinn whispered on the other end of the line, "I'm really sorry for calling so late but Audrey's boyfriend is here and Audrey isn't and I'm scared to go to sleep because he hasn't left me alone all night. Can I come crash there?"
"Of course. Kurt made that extra key for you for a reason. Just let yourself in."
"Thanks. The code is still the same outside?"
"Mmhmm."
"Okay. I'll be there soon Munchkin," Quinn said quietly knowing that the brunette had fallen back to sleep. Quinn crept out of her bathroom, threw an overnight bag together and grabbed her school bag before booking it out of her apartment. Tom had called out to her from the living room but she acted like she didn't hear him. When she got to her friends' apartment she crept in and moved to peek into Rachel's room. Surprised to see her light on, she quietly knocked and slipped inside. Rachel was sitting up in bed fighting sleep when Quinn knocked and she instantly snapped to. "Hey," the blonde whispered dropping her bags by the door. "What are you doing up?"
Rachel just blinked at her a few times and said, "Just wanted to make sure you were okay." Quinn smiled and moved to stand next to Rachel's bed.
"I'm fine Rach. Just felt weird is all," Quinn said as she turned off the light next to the bed. "Goodnight."
"Wait Quinn. Just sleep in here." The blonde looked back down at her best friend, her features glowing beautifully in the moonlight. "You know how much that couch sucks to sleep on. Come cuddle."
Quinn just chuckled and shook her head. Knowing she wouldn't be allowed to leave at this point and too tired to put up a fight, she pulled back the covers and slid in next to the brunette. Rachel grinned tiredly and leaned over to kiss Quinn's cheek, her lips coming dangerously close to Quinn's lips. "Goodnight Quinn. Glad you're okay."
Quinn's breath caught at the contact and her heart fluttered excitedly as Rachel snuggled into her. She couldn't figure out the reaction though. Rachel was always touching her somehow so that was nothing new. She had even fallen asleep in the brunette's bed before so it wasn't that. Even as she fought sleep, her brain couldn't help but focus on all the places that she and Rachel were touching but then it almost short-circuited when the brunette adjusted her head against the blonde's shoulder and her lips brushed Quinn's neck. Quinn knew that feeling well. "Oh crap," was the last thing she thought before Rachel's even breathing lulled her to sleep.
Over the next two weeks more and more of Quinn's things began showing up at the apartment. Rachel made space for her in her closet and they cuddled in the brunette's bed every night. Kurt joked that the two were moving faster than he and Blaine and they needed to slow down if they wanted it to last. Both girls laughed it off and didn't think anything of it but Kurt wasn't kidding. He knew where this was headed and judging by the girl's reactions to his comment, he was the only one.
Quinn was jolted awake one morning by Rachel's phone blaring out "Defying Gravity" in her ear. She leaned over to grab the device and shook the brunette who was still cuddled into her shoulder, the brunette's arm flung over the Quinn's middle.
"Rach," she said as she shoved the other girl to get her to wake up. Rachel grunted and answered her phone with, "Rachel Berry speaking." Quinn chuckled and shook her head. Only Rachel could grunt a perfectly rehearsed greeting into a phone. Whatever the person said on the other end had Rachel shooting up out of bed and was immediately pacing her floor. Quinn just looked on as Rachel nodded furiously and said, "Absolutely. I'll be there." Hanging up her phone, her eyes met the blonde's across the room before squealing and launching into Quinn's arms. "They want me to audition for the lead!"
"Wait, what lead?"
"There's a production of West Side Story this summer that's only running for a month and my Professor recommended me for Maria! It's really not that surprising considering I could play that part in my sleep. I mean I've been singing 'I Feel Pretty' since I could talk. I just never expected–" the brunette stopped her ramble as her eyes went wide and her face went white.
"Rachel? What's wrong?" Quinn asked nervously.
"Quinn. I-" she started before her looking down and picking at the comforter. In an instant all the energy went out of the brunette's sails as something painful seemed to grab her and take hold. Quinn hated that look. Especially because she hadn't seen it since high school and being faced with it brought back all the terrible memories of their painful past. "I don't think I can do this." Rachel said it so softly that the blonde had to strain to hear her but as soon as she did she reacted.
Quinn gently lifted Rachel's chin and watery brown eyes met her hazel ones. She knew that Rachel had been questioning her ability as of late but it was usually just one minor comment that both girls brushed off. Now she got it. Juilliard had been difficult on the brunette. She wasn't used to fighting for parts but it didn't make her any less worthy. Quinn knew she needed to remind her best friend about who she was. "Listen to me. You are Rachel Barbra Berry. You have the best voice I have ever heard and you acted the shit out of Maria our Senior year. You. Are. Amazing." Rachel sniffled a bit as she looked down again. "I know your confidence has been shaken a bit with the small role you got in 'Oklahoma!' and even back at McKinley when you were asked to share the lead but this is different."
Rachel sniffled again and pathetically mumbled, "How? I wasn't good enough then. What makes them think that I can be a lead?" Quinn smiled softly and stroked Rachel's cheek.
"Because. You are going to show them you're good enough. I've never met anyone who can make me cry when they sing. Or make me hurt when they hurt up on stage. Or laugh as hard as you make me laugh when you're being a complete goof. You were born to be on that stage and obviously someone at that school noticed. So you're going to go to this audition, you're going to floor them with a heartbreaking performance of 'Somewhere', and I'll be in the audience cheering you on."
Rachel was stunned. No one had ever believed in her as much as Quinn did in that moment. She couldn't find the words to say how much she appreciated her best friend so she just grabbed her and squeezed her with everything she had as she muttered, "Thank you," into the blonde's neck. Quinn just squeezed her back and vowed from then on to never let Rachel think she wasn't good enough for something ever again.
Present Day
"You know that's the moment I fell in love with right? I mean I didn't realize it until later but that was totally it for me," Rachel said as she looked up into the hazel eyes she loved so much.
Quinn snorted and said, "Are you sure it wasn't 10 minutes later when you realized I drooled all over your favorite pillow?" Rachel laughed at the memory and pulled Quinn into a hug.
"Thirty years later and you're still drooling all over my favorite pillows."
"Oh you love it," Quinn quipped as she leaned in for a quick kiss. "And you wouldn't have it any other way."
Rachel rolled her eyes and pulled away from her wife. "Come on blondie. I need some stage time." Quinn watched her wife skip out of her dressing room with a stupid smile covering her face. Thirty years later and she never broke that promise and definitely wasn't planning on doing it anytime soon.
"Quinn! Let's go woman!"
A/N: Hey guys! Hope you liked it. I have the whole story planned so I'll get to writing. As of right now Getting To Know You is on hiatus. I hit a block and it seemed like there were a million stories just like it. But I liked this one. You'll see their whole life together over the course of about 10 chapters so let me know if I should keep writing! Thanks!
p.s. I own nothing.