"Quinn?" Her voice was soft; mellow. "Quinn, what's wrong?" Her hands trailed along my arm, leaving goosebumps in their place when they went onto her lap. "Quinn, honey, you need to stop crying and beating yourself up. Puck is not worth this hurt. You and I both know it." Her voice was ice now.
Quinn sighed. "A month ago if I knew that I'd be sleeping over at your house, trying to get over a jackass I'd never believe it," she said, trying to change the topic. "How did we get here?" She looked up at the beauty in front of her.
"I know," said Rachel, "but you and I are friends now ... that's all that matters." She grabbed Quinn's hand, holding it tight in her own two.
"You don't have man hands," whispered Quinn, holding onto Rachel as if it was all that would keep her living. Holding onto her as if her hands were the thread that held life and death together; away from Quinn.
Rachel smiled and brought Quinn's hands up to her lips, kissing each finger gently. "I know," was all she said before embracing the blonde.
"Rach?"
"Mmmhmm?" asked Rachel, plucking blonde strands of hair behind Quinn's ears, wiping tears from those eyes.
Quinn took a deep and collected breath. "If I tell you something, do you promise not to freak out?" she wondered, her eyes going nervous and scared; which was unusual for the confident Quinn Fabray.
"Sure," promised Rachel, though she was weary.
"I think," she began, her voice was unsteady, "I think I may love you."
Rachel smiled. "I love you, too." She pulled Quinn tighter.
Quinn shook her head, blonde locks going everywhere. "No," she said solemnly, "I mean I think I love you. As in in love."
Rachel blinked. "When'd that happen?"
Quinn shrugged. "I don't know," she admitted, burying her face in her delicate hands. "All I know is that one day I hated you and the next I started having these feelings - this attraction - towards you. And Puck noticed it, too. Which is why he dumped me." She looked ashamed.
"Don't," warned Rachel, her voice stern.
"Don't," repeated Quinn, "what?"
"Don't be ashamed."
Quinn sighed. "I don't know how not to be, Rachel." She blinked tears away. "I don't know how to be comfortable with myself. I used to be confident that I could get any guy ... but now that's gone because I fell in love with my old enemy. My female enemy."
"So ... your'e uncomfortable with your feelings because I'm a girl?" clarified Rachel, feeling slightly hurt. She pushed Quinn off of her, getting off the blonde's bet and glaring at her. "Nice to know that your feelings of judgment haven't changed, Quinn."
Quinn blinked up at Rachel. "Are you saying you don't love me back?" She sniffled, the look in her eyes made Rachel feel immediately terrible. "I love you but you don't love me." More tears streamed down the blonde's face.
Rachel found her way back to Quinn's bed, took her face in her hands and kissed her. "I love you," she whispered. "Trust me, I do. I just need you to be comfortable and unashamed."
"I'm not ashamed," breathed Quinn. And like that, Quinn and Rachel were on top of each other; kissing, touching, loving. Their bodies as one as Rachel lost her virginity to the true love of her life.
But really, how long would this bliss last?