Hey you guys, the other day I was watching the newest episode of Glee and it had me think that I would love for Rachel and Quinn to be together and since I couldn't stop thinking about it I have decided to write this fic. I can already tell you that it's not going to be long; I'm think about 10 chapter, 15 at the most but let's see what you think about it.
Here is the first chapter, enjoy!
Every day was the same; everything looked the same, everyone was acting the same, nothing seemed to ever change. I was walking down the familiar halls of McKinley, every face passing me looked like it didn't want to be here, which must have mirrored mine as well. I was not in a good mood today and I'm sure the students could tell since they parted like the red sea when I walked up to them. I used to love this feeling but ever since I had Beth my views have changed; I have changed. I didn't want to be this cold hearted bitch anymore but ever since I have put on that uniform again that was all those people saw in me, once again. I was trying to be nicer; I have mended my relationship with Santana and Brittany and I was being civil to all of the Glee club, even Rachel Berry. Let me tell you that was one hard thing to do; I have meet up with the Glee club quite a few times over the summer and she was present at most of them; she could be funny and laid back if she wanted to but most of the time I really had to try not to strangle her. I could see her standing by her locker talking to Finn; they looked like they were arguing. I was trying to avoid both of them as much as possible, even though I didn't understand why they were together most of the time they seemed to be happy, well not at this moment if Rachel's angry face was something to go by. I made a beeline to get to my locker which was only 3 down from Rachel when she caught my eye, it almost made me stop for a moment; she looked at me with a look I could not decipher but as fast as it came it was gone again. I was just putting my books in my locker when I saw the familiar colors of red and white come closer. I could tell that it was Santana and Brittany because none of the other cheerios would really talk to me if they had the choice, which was fine by me.
"Morning Q." I looked up to see Santana give me a small smile, which I gratefully returned. We reached a truth over the summer. We wouldn't tare each other down anymore and try to hurt us because let's be honest they were the only real friends I ever had in this stinking place.
"Good morning Quinn." I looked over at Brittany, who was beaming at me and taking a step more towards me to wrap me in a hug.
"Good morning you two." I answer while I slowly let go off Brittany; I love her hugs they are always so warm and full of love.
"How have you been? I haven't heard anything from you since after practice last night." Santana looked at me searchingly and I gave her a sad shake of the head.
"My dad came over to last night to yet again yell at my mom and me what a disappointment we are to him. We had to call the police to finally get rid of him." I tell them in a soft voice and try to block out the pictures of last night.
"Why didn't you call? You know we would have come over right away." Brittany asks me and puts a hand on my arm to comfort me; she knew that I wouldn't allow much more comfort in front of everybody else.
"I would have but I was taking care of my mom; she was a wreck last night. All she did was cry and ask herself why she married this guy in the first place."
"Well there was one good thing that came out of it." I look at Santana and wait for her to continue. "You!" She says with a shrug of her shoulders. I could feel the smile tug at the corners of my mouth. Yes, Santana could actually dish out compliments and not just insults. I watched Brittany smile at Santana and take her hand; I was so happy for both of them and that they had found to each other finally. I only wish that I would finally have someone like that as well, ever since the boy drama I hadn't let anyone get close to me. Maybe it was for the best; I was trying to get into an Ivy League college after all and that meant more time for studying and less time for some love interest, which I knew would get complicated again within a few month.
"I think we lost her, maybe she is thinking about ducks. I love ducks!" I could see that Brittany was getting excited about ducks again and that Santana was looking at her with that lovey dovey look.
"How about we feed some ducks on the weekend Britt?" I asked and suddenly she jumps on me.
"Oh really, San can we go and feed the ducks?" Santana just chuckles and throws me an amused glance.
"Of course, baby." She answers and gets rewarded with an even bigger hug. I was watching the interaction with amusement when the bell rang.
"We need to get to class." I said to both of them but they were so preoccupied with each other that I just left them to it and walked pass them to my first class, which was Spanish. When I walked into class the first thing I noticed was that Rachel and Finn were sitting separate from each other and that Rachel now occupied the usually free seat next to me. I arched my eyebrow when I saw this but as soon as I saw her pleading look I just let it go with a sigh and sat down in my usual seat.
"Thank you! " I heard her whisper beside me; I didn't glance over but just nodded my head silently. Everybody was still chatting because Mr. Schuster hadn't appeared yet. I was opening my notepad and started to work on my other homework, which wasn't due until next week but I had nothing better to do anyway. I was so deep into some math equation that I didn't realize that Mr. Schue had walked in until a hand softly nudged my arm. I looked up to glare at Rachel but she just motioned her head towards the front of the class where Mr. Schue was standing, looking at me expectantly.
"I'm sorry Mr. Schuster; I hadn't realized that you came in." I said and looked at him apologetically.
"That's okay but please focus now." He answered with a smile. I gave him a smile back, like I really had to listen. I haven't participated in a Spanish class since 9th grade but because Santana always taught me I was getting straight As in this class. For the rest of the class I was acting as if I was interested so that he wouldn't bother me anymore and it worked because Mr. Schuster didn't address me after that again. When the bell finally rang I was one of the last to walk out of the class but not before noticing that Rachel and Finn were fighting again in the back of the class. I threw one last glance in their direction wondering what they were arguing about before walking out of the class where I saw Kurt and Mercedes standing by Mercedes' locker talking or more gossiping.
"Hey guys." I greeted them and was about to walk pass them when my curiosity got the better of me and I stopped. "Do you know what it going on with Rachel and Finn?" I ask them and they look at me surprised.
"What do you mean?" Kurt asks me suspicious; he was probably thinking that I was trying to break them up again.
"They were arguing this morning when I walked up to my locker and again when I was just leaving Spanish. Rachel even went as far as to sit next to me in Spanish." At that both of their eyebrows rose up to a funny height.
"Now that you mention it, they have been arguing more than usual. Normally when Rachel is at our house I rarely get to see her but the last few times she doesn't spend more than a few minutes in Finn's company before she comes into my room." Kurt says and I can tell that he is trying to figure out what it is going on.
"Do you think it is about…?" Mercedes was stopped in her sentence when Rachel and Finn appeared behind us.
"Finn, I have already told you that this is not something I want to discuss in school." Rachel stops when she sees all of us standing there watching them.
"But Rachel; I just want to know what I can do so that…"
"FINN! Will you just stop?!" I have never heard Rachel with so much aggression in her voice, well maybe once or twice when she was fighting with Mr. Schuster about a solo but never like this. Finn now finally seems to have realized why she yelled at him like that and looked from one of our faces to another. Without saying anything else he gave a huff and stomped off. I could see Rachel's shoulders sink and her walking a few steps towards us.
"Hey Honey, what is going on? Are you okay?" Kurt asks in a worried voice; I can tell that Rachel wants to say something but that something else is stopping her and then I realized that that something was me. I coughed slightly before I took a step back.
"I'll better go." I say and with that I start to walk down the hall but not before hearing.
"Was it again about…?" Kurt's voice was fading too fast and I didn't want to stop and get caught eavesdropping. The rest of the day passed rather quickly but the whole time one thing was nagging in the back of my mind, what were they arguing about? It must have been something that came up a couple of time, otherwise Kurt and Mercedes wouldn't already know and assume what it was.
"Hey Q, are you ready for Glee?" Santana was interrupting my thoughts with an impatient tap on my shoulder. I looked up, surprised that the last lesson was already over. I quickly started to gather my things and shove them in my bag.
"Yes, sorry." I say, still a little distracted by my thoughts.
"Are you alright Quinn?" Brittany asks me and looks concerned.
"I'm fine." I answer and put my hand reassuring on her shoulder, which made her smile.
"That's good. We wouldn't you to be sad again." All of us started to walk towards the choir room. "You are way more beautiful when you are happy and laugh." I couldn't help but feel a little lighter when Brittany said that.
"Thank you, Britt." I wrap my arms around her and hold on tight, a few seconds later I feel two strong arms around me, pulling me closer.
"Okay enough of this mushy stuff; get yourself a girlfriend, whom you can hug all the time." Santana says playful and takes Brittany's hand to pull her closer. We all walk through the door of the choir room to be greeted with the sight of Rachel sitting in the way back and not in her usual spot up front, something was definitely off. None of us moved because Rachel was sitting in one of the spots we normally occupied; I took the first step and made my way, as usual, towards the back. I took the chair next to Rachel and Santana sat to my left with Brittany on her lap.
"Not front and center today?" I ask her a little surprised; instead of answering me she just shakes her head. I raise my eyebrow; this is not the normal Rachel Berry. The normal version would have probably gone off in a rant about how it would be good to change the perspective every once in a while or something like that, instead she is just sitting there saying nothing. I decided to just leave her be; I mean why should I, of all people, be the one that she confides in? To say that the rest of the Glee club was surprised when Rachel didn't jump at the chance to sing something would be an understatement. I watched as different members, always one at a time, sneaked single worried glances at the back row. The only one that was sitting in his chair like a marble statue was Finn; he hadn't said a word either since he came into the room. The atmosphere in the room was heavy and everyone, including Mr. Schue, seemed to notice.
"Okay, since I have nothing else planned for today we can finish this lesson earlier than expected." Mr. Schuster said while looking worriedly at Rachel, whose head was leaning against the wall behind her and her face looking away from everybody. Most of the people started to pack up rather quickly and leave but not before they shoot a last worried look at Rachel. I got up slowly and looked over at Santana and Brittany.
"Can we go?" Santana asks me and I looked back over at Rachel, who just seemed to be coming to herself. I gave Santana a sign that I needed one more moment.
"Rachel." I said softly and watched her look up in surprise.
"Yes?" She asks and I could see that the wheels in her head where turning for a reason why I would talk to her.
"Do you have a way to get home?" I ask her and I could see her look around the room only to find that every possible ride had already left.
"I'll just walk; our house isn't too far from school, maybe a 15 minute walk." She tells me and grabs her bag pack.
"Nonsense; I have to drive pass your house anyways because I'm taking Santana and Brittany to Brittany's house." Rachel is looking past me to see that Santana and Brittany are indeed waiting for me.
"That would be nice." She tells me shyly and we all start to make our way to the parking lot, no one is talking. Santana and Brittany get into the back seat once I have unlocked my car, which leaves Rachel with me in the front. I slowly back out of my reserved parking spot; all the cheerios have one, so that we wouldn't ever be too late for practice because we are looking for a spot to park.
"So Berry, how come you didn't sing one of your annoyingly good solos today?" Santana asked and I shot her a warning glare through the rearview mirror. "What? I said annoyingly good." She stated and I raised my eyebrow in a challenge at which she rolled her eyes.
"I like it when you sing Rachel, almost as much as I like ducks." Brittany said from her spot and all eyes were suddenly on her.
"Really babe?" Santana asked her surprised.
"Yes, Rachel likes to express through songs what she can't say in person like with "Lean on me" or "Keep holding on"." Brittany said while nodding her head enthusiastically. Wait, what? Lean on me and keep holding on? Those were songs for me! Before I could ask a question Rachel already said:
"It's very nice to say that Brittany; I'm glad you enjoy my singing, maybe we could sing something together in the near future. You could even choreograph something." Rachel looked back at Brittany, who was bouncing excited in her seat.
"Yes, that would be so awesome." I looked at Santana and she was looking at me with the same questioning glance.
"So about those songs…" Before Santana could say something else she was again interrupted by Rachel.
"This is my stop." She pointed to a cozy looking house on the right side, where a SUV was parked.
"How come we have to give you a ride when you have a freaking SUV parked in your drive way?" Santana asks in her snarky voice and I can hear Brittany telling her to be nice to Rachie, which makes me smile.
"It's Shelby's." I can hear Rachel say quietly; I look over towards her and she is already watching me intently.
"Oh." That is the only thing that will leave my mouth. I don't trust me voice to say anything more because I'm sure it will break.
"She visits sometimes with Beth." I close my eyes at the mention of my daughter's name and take a deep breath. "Do you want to come in?" Rachel asks me softly but I just shake my head, fighting against the tears that are about to spill from my eyes.
"Maybe you should Q." Santana spoke just as softly as Rachel had a few moments ago.
"No." I say and this time it has more strength to it. I watch Rachel get out from the corner of my eye, before she closes the door she utters a short thank you and then it's only Santana, Brittany and me in the car. I look out of the window to see Rachel slowly walking up the path to the front door, which just opened to reveal Shelby standing there with Beth on her hips. Before anyone in the car can utter a syllable I drive off at a fast pace.
"Slow down a bit; I don't want to die this young." Santana says and puts a hand on my shoulder; I slow down to an acceptable pace and drop both of them off at Brittany's house without another word. Before Santana gets out of the car she tells me to call her if I want to talk; I just nod. I don't wait until they are both in the house before I drive off to my house that I now only share with my mother. I park my car in the garage and let myself into the house, which I know is going to be empty since my mom is working late again. I go to the kitchen and grab an apple from the bowl on the counter before walking up the stairs that are leading towards my room. I drop my bag next to my desk and drop back onto my bed, the apple in my hand forgotten. I stare up at the ceiling, all my thoughts center around Beth. I close my eyes softly and replay the last time I have seen her, the last time I have held her. I can feel myself being lulled in by those memories and feel sleep softly wrapping itself around me.
So? What did you all think? Is it a story worth continuing or not? I have the next 4 chapters already written, let me know if you want more. xoxo