Hey, this is my first FaberryWeek participating, and I haven't written in a while specifically a one-shot so bear with me. This is set during NYADA and Yale. (Santana and Brittany along with Kurt and Blaine are still together.)
Blind Date!
"Santana," Quinn whined.
"Really Kurt, I'm busy tonight," Rachel stated.
The day was nice and warm, not extremely hot for the ending days of Yale students or no more class days in the case of freshmen. The birds chirped and the little café in the middle of the university was practically empty except for the few scarce tables here and there. Quinn sat sipping her cup of coffee a Hemmingway book in front of her as her eyes skimmed the pages entranced by the story. The blonde looked just as beautiful as she had during all stages of her high school. Her blonde hair was not as long as when she had been a Cheerio, but not as short during her Punk time. Her style much like the Quinn everyone knew, varied with time right now with something a bit more comfortable for the weather shorts and a nice blouse. Enjoying her serene afternoon Quinn lost herself further into the book only to be disturbed by her blaring phone. Not bothering to check the caller id Quinn answered, upset she had been abruptly pulled out of a loving romance.
"What?"
'Hey to you to bitch?'
"Santana."
'It's nice talking to you again. I'm good thank you for asking?'
"Santana."
'Yeah, I just got out, you're a completely considerate friend, Quinn.'
"Santana! What is it that you need?"
'You in the city by eight tonight.'
"Not going to happen."
'Actually it is. I already got your Yale buddies to help out. Your clothes have already been sent, only you are needed to come with. I expect you on the train in twenty minutes your ticket has been paid. I'll be picking you up at the station in three hours. See you here Quinnie! Bye!'
Before being able to retort Santana hung up. Sighing Quinn stood up knowing her friend was serious and made her way to the train station. She'd be a dead woman if she wasn't on that train.
"Kurt," Rachel shooed. "Honestly go, Blaine is waiting for you. Go have a lovely evening for yourself."
"But Rachel," Kurt cut in.
"No buts, now go," Rachel claimed shoving the boy out of the apartment. "I'll be fine here."
"Fine," Kurt sighed before the door could close. "But do me one favor. Meet me here tonight at eight."
"Really, Kurt, I'm busy tonight," Rachel stated.
"Being alone?"
Rachel raised an eyebrow.
"Fine, but eight 'o'clock. Don't be late."
Handing over a card, Rachel glanced at it before nodding her head, La Mirabelle, nicely covered the card in an elegant script.
Calling over his shoulder, "Oh and Rach! Dress to impress!"
"What's up bitch?" Santana greeted seeing her blonde friend step off onto the platform.
Quinn looked up from her phone, smiling. "Hey Santana."
"Q!" Brittany jumped onto Quinn, squealing.
"Hey B," Quinn chuckled. "What am I doing in New York?"
"You've got a date," Brittany duh-ed.
"Wait what," Quinn did a double take.
"Yeah," Brittany continued. "Didn't Sanny tell you…you've got a blind date."
"Santana," Quinn whined.
"Hey not my fault you need someone," Santana replied.
"I don't need anyone," Quinn huffed. "I am perfectly content being single."
"Sure you are," Santana laughed. "You're a bitter single person."
Quinn only glared.
"Anyway," Santana went on, "We need to go shopping. Get you a dress for tonight, let's go."
"I am not wearing that," Quinn denied looking at the skimpy outfit Santana was showing her.
"But it shows your ass," Santana pointed out.
"It makes me look like I'm selling myself for money."
"What about this one, Q?" Brittany suggested coming up to the pair with a simple yet sink tight black dress, a V neck and a black belt right under.
"Brittany," both Santana and Quinn stated. "You're a genius."
Brittany only frowned, "It's just a dress…"
"Rachel, where are you?" Kurt questioned tapping his foot impatiently.
'I'm going...I'm almost there.'
Santana stood next to him peeking into the restaurant were Quinn was playing on her phone.
"Where is she?" The Latina whispered.
"On her way," Kurt replied before going back to the call, "Fine, just hurry up."
Quinn sat at the small French restaurant adjusting her dress. Mumbling to herself the blonde stood up for the bathroom: "Great dragged away from my novel just so I can go on a date where my date ditches me."
Arriving at the restaurant Rachel looked around. She didn't see Kurt, pulling out her phone the diva called him. She got several looks towards her outfit as she waited on the dial tone. Rachel donned a short black skirt with a white tank top and a black blazer. Her heels were black and caught every guy attention within a ten foot radius. About to give up, Kurt picked up.
"Kurt where are you?"
'Rachel, I'm not going.'
"Wait so what the hell am I doing here?"
'Just ask for the reservation under Faberry.'
"Faberry? What is that?"
'Just do it.'
"But Kurt-"
She was met with the dial tone again.
Being led through the small family owned bistro, Rachel came upon her own table near the back on the second floor. The restaurant was dimly lit and Rachel found the secluded area extremely romantic and to her taste. Settling into her seat Rachel took a moment to observe the table. There was another person here and from the way the napkin had been folded and the lip stained on the glass, Rachel could conclude it was a woman. But why? Little by little the pieces fell into place as Rachel took a look around and let the information pile up. As she came to her conclusion, her date made their appearance.
"Rachel?" Quinn questioned in disbelief. Out of all the people she could imagine, Rachel was not one of them.
"Quinn?" Rachel asked perplexed, what was Quinn doing here? Up until that moment Rachel didn't know what her afternoon would hold. As she heard Quinn and looked at the blonde, it hit the petite brunette. "I'm going to kill Kurt."
Quinn couldn't help, but giggle as she saw Rachel's face dawn upon realization. It was pretty cute seeing Rachel work something out. Taking a seat across from her date Quinn smiled.
"You look good Rachel," Quinn commented looking over the brunette.
Blushing Rachel bit her lip, "Thanks...you do too, that dress looks gorgeous on you."
"So this is slightly awkward," Quinn laughed.
"I guess," Rachel mentioned. "Did I say I was going to kill, Kurt?"
"I think you did," Quinn grinned. "But not if I kill Santana first."
"Santana set this up then?"
"Either her or Kurt."
"Blaine's to nice and Brittany would've been blunt and obvious about it. At least that's what I've gathered with living with her."
"Oh yeah...they live with you. So how does that work?"
"We bought another screen to separate Santana and Brittany's room from the rest of the apartment. So we're all split by screens...I don't know how Kurt does it."
"Kurt loves being a girl," Quinn pointed out. "However, I don't think that living with a diva and one of his ex-bullies is what he had in mind when he'd leave for college."
"Probably...although, you never know," Rachel rolled her eyes and moved her hand in a swirl around her temple. "He's pretty crazzzzzy."
The pair laughed as the waitress came to take their order, interrupting the conversation.
While the young waitress took Quinn's order Rachel took her time to look over the blonde. She was still as beautiful as she had been during every instance Rachel has seen her.
"So how have you been?" Quinn asked once she had ordered, the fact wasn't lost on her that Rachel has stared. It made a warm feeling enter the pit of her stomach.
"I've been good," Rachel replied. "As much as I love NYADA I'm glad my first year is over."
"I second that," Quinn chuckled. "Yale...well, it definitely lives up to its name."
"Oh right I' sitting next to Ms. Ivy League here."
"Don't give me that tone, Ms. Winner of the Winter Showcase."
Rachel's eyes widened.
"You know about that?"
"Please other than the multiple pictures up of Facebook, I saw you perform."
"Live?"
Quinn nodded.
"Why didn't you tell me? We could've spent time catching up after it?"
Quinn opened her mouth only to stop herself. Why had she left? "Umm...I don't remember...I might have had an exam the next day."
Rachel nodded her head, "Just make sure it doesn't happen again. It's good seeing you in New York. You make it feel more like home."
This time Quinn blushed, Rachel always knew the right things to say.
Surprisingly the pair had an extremely good time alone. They even ended up arguing over who would pay the bill. Quinn insisting they split it and Rachel establishing she wanted to pay. In the end they both had offered their cards and to their surprise it had already been paid, courtesy of Sugar Motta, who had rooted for them as a couple since senior year.
As Quinn opened the door to the street, the pair talked.
"You know," Quinn thought. "It's not too late, wanna go on a walk?"
Rachel smiled, "Sure. After all we're gonna walk home anyway. You're staying with us right?"
"I would guess so."
"Good."
"Quinn?"
"Mmm?"
"When did you become open about same-sex relationships?"
"Never had a problem with them…since when did you turn bi?"
"Always have been."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"That's cool…I think."
"I suppose…did I tell you about the girl that I ended up leaving at the carnival because I left crying due to a clown. It was one of the funniest date disasters that has ever happened."
"It cannot be worse than my date who left me drenched in the rain because he forgot to close the convertible top."
"Please do tell."
"After you!"
"C'mon," Rachel laughed. "You totally did not bluff that!"
"Of course I did," Quinn snorted. "I had to. She would've been crushed if I'd beaten her."
"I don't think so, Quinn," Rachel mentioned unlocking the door.
"Guess I am staying," Quinn took note as she saw her luggage at the door of Rachel's room.
"Appears so," Rachel replied. "Look at us Ms. Fabray a first date and we're already living together and sleeping in the same room."
"Date?" Quinn questioned. "Are you sure about that Ms. Berry."
The light teasing was gone from the room.
"I would hope so," Rachel whispered. "I had a very nice time tonight Quinn."
"I did to," Quinn agreed. "And I meant…I mean, I would enjoy calling that a date."
Rachel smiled. "Does that mean we might have more?"
"No," Quinn watched as Rachel's smile fell. "It means I am declaring that we will have more."
Rachel sniggered, "You're a dork."
"Nope," Quinn popped the 'p'. "I'm an Ivy League Dork."
"Hey Quinn," Rachel asked as the pair settled onto the couch to continue their fun night.
"Yeah, Rach?"
"What does Faberry stand for?"
Quinn paused to think, it had seemed strange when she walked into the restaurant and asked for her table.
"I haven't the slightest clue, Rach, not a clue," Quinn expressed.
