Carry Me Home
What happed to being friends?
Quinn ran into the restroom staring at every girl just standing around, "GET OUT!" she shouted in her firmest voice. With those two words the girls scattered, even the girls in the stalls flushed and ran. They all knew it would be worse than hell to deal with the blondes rage. As she watched to make sure all of them cleared out, she walked towards the mirror and stared into her hazel eyes.
'What the hell are you doing Quinn?' she thought to herself, she grabbed both sides of the sink and bowed her head to sob. Her worst fear was coming alive, and the worst part is she could do nothing to escape it.
She let go of the sink and made her way over to the middle stall, she entered closing the door behind her and locked herself in. She sat down on the toilet, hunched over she buried her face in her hands and let out even harder sobs. She heard the door squeak open; "WHAT PART OF GET OUT DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?" the blonde shouted as her voice began to crack. She heard footsteps; the footsteps began to get closer and closer. She removed her hands from her face and saw a pair of black flats peek through the bottom of her sorrow stall. The shoes began to speak, "Quinn?" they asked.
She knew who the owner of those shoes where, "Rachel?" she asked to seem interested.
"I just came to see if you were okay," the brunette added. She walked over to the stall on the left of Quinn; she placed the toilet seat cover down before she sat on the actual toilet.
"Why are you in here?" Rachel asked looking at the wall where Quinn would be in her sight, and then looked away. Quinn hesitated on answering her question, she knew Rachel well enough to know that she knew damn well why she was in the girls bathroom sulking.
"I saw it Rach," Quinn answered trying not to break down; Rachel grabbed the ring on the necklace she was wearing. She tried to process her thoughts, "How did sh-"WHEN did sh-"finally she had to ask
"How did you—"
"In Glee rehearsal," the blonde answered "you leaned over the piano when you were giving the pianist the sheet music."
Quinn shook her head "How could you Rachel?" she added.
"How could I what Quinn?" Rachel asked; "Plan my life? It's not like you were making this any easier for me"
"But Finn is?" the blonde answered angrily, she stood up to unlock the stall door. She turned and entered the stall where Rachel was sitting and looked her straight in her big brown eyes
"HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT HE'S DOING WITH HIS LIFE! You're his only ticket out of here Rachel! Why can't you see it?" Quinn shouted. She didn't want to tell her like this but she had no choice, it was now or never and since Rachel was slipping away never seemed to be coming on a lot quicker than she thought.
"Don't you dare!" the brunette raised her voice and got on her feet "DON'T YOU DARE TURN THIS AROUND ON ME QUINN!" she shoved Quinn out of her way and began walking towards the door. Quinn grabbed the brunettes left wrist, Rachel turned to be faced with the blonde.
"Quinn I'm sorry you feel that way, but this wedding is still happening no matter what you say" Rachel sighed with nearly tears dropping out of the corners of her eyes. Quinn began to shake her head "But why Rach? Can't you see that I love you, I just—"
Rachel pulled her wrist free from the blonde's grasp, "Why couldn't you have told me this earlier Quinn? When your opinion was actually valid?' she spat "It would've saved you all of this crap!" she wiped the tears from her rosy cheeks.
"Rachel I'm sorry, I—"Quinn added lightly
"THAT'S ALL YOU'LL EVER BE QUINN! THAT'S ALL YOU ARE ANYMORE QUINN! 'SORRY'" Rachel shouted, the brunette was now shaking with rage.
Quinn folded her arms and began to clear her throat "But I am" she looked down at the restroom's tile; Rachel scoffed and walked even closer to the door.
She reached for the handle, partially opening it she glanced back at Quinn
"And I'm marrying Finn."