The Secret Life
Prologue
Quinn didn't expect it to happen, it just wildly and uncontrollably did.
'You need a lift?' Puck asked, gritting his teeth.
Quinn hesitated. She didn't really know where she was going. She was feeling emotional, wrong, sad, lonely and desired company. She thought for a minute of asking Puck if she could crash at his place, maybe crack open a bottle of wine, reminisce, get a bit friendlier than expected…No. That was why they were here in the first place, at Shelby's. She thought it'd be healthy, seeing her child, getting adjusted to not seeing it enough. Though there was a hole in her heart that wouldn't fill. 'No thanks, I'm fine.'
'You sure?'
'Yeah, I've got stuff to do anyway,' she replied, trying to sound as positive as possible
Rachel stared at her hand, wanting to break down into tears. 'He paid for it himself, you know,' she told herself, madly sniffling, hoping they could keep the tears and snot from ruining her expression.
Turn around
Every now and then I get a little bit
Lonely-
'Quinn!' she yelled unexpectedly as a bob of blonde hair paced into the auditorium.
'What are you doing here?' Quinn asked, a bit startled. She felt angry and upset. Even after school Berry dominated the solos.
'Oh, uh, I, er…' Rachel stammered, nervous that the big, butting head of the former head cheerleader was at her. Again. She didn't want to announce her 'engagement' to anyone just yet as much as she wanted to tell Finn how she really felt.
'Singing practice?' Quinn laughed, trying to turn this awkward conversation into a joke.
'Yeah, well, we've got, Nationals, no, uh, Regionals, I mean Sectionals coming up and I…Wow.' She didn't know how the last bit came out. Maybe it was Quinn's swirling blonde hair, perfect white teeth or her rosy lips, but there was something there.
'Uh, Rach?' Quinn asked, confused, 'Uh, you've gone a bit, uh, blushing.' What as she doing? Quinn could never understand Rachel, much less, her moments of silence that always seemed to be happening.
'OK, Quinn, I'm gonna say it,' Rachel cried, close to tears. 'Finn-Finn asked me to marry him.'
Quinn tried to repress her shock and instead voiced her concern. 'Well, what did you say?'
Rachel was in fully-fledged panic mode. 'W-well, I said, uh, yes…'
'Yes? Rachel, do you love him?' Quinn could see it, how much Rachel didn't know, her politeness over Finn's feelings conquering her own.
'Yes, yes, I do. And you know what, marriage is a big step, yes. A huge step, in fact. But I'm ready, I'm rea..' Then the tears came suddenly, sweet and salty, wet and stinging. 'Quinn, could you do something for me. It's the one thing I feel I need to do before marriage.'
Quinn gently stroked her cheek, in a concerned fashion. 'What?'
'Kiss me.'