It took a lot of courage for Rachel to do what she did, and now the girl was on the brink of tears. She was scared, really scared. Rachel was hiding in the girls bathroom, in the last stall against the back wall with the door closed, and trying her absolute best not to make noise in hopes no one from Glee Club would come and confront her. That single thought made her stomache churn with fear and nervousness, she didn't know where else to hide that she hoped no one would search for her. After all, the auditorium didn't work out so well last time.
Taking a deep breath, the young woman made her way out of the stall and to one of the sinks where she brought her lowered gaze to the mirror in front of her. However, the moment she saw herself in the mirror she froze and her eyes were wide like a deer in headlights; behind her, against the stall next to her open one, Quinn was staring at her. Rachel could hear her heart pounding in her ears, and her throat dried as soon as she inhaled so slowly so Quinn wouldn't realize she caught her off guard. Fumbling a bit she tried to fix her hair normally, but as she tried her hand visibly shook.
"Berry."
Silence was all that came from Rachel.
"I know you can hear me, Rachel." Quinn quickly mentioned, "And I know you want to say something to me, after you stunt in the club."
The darker haired girl tried to play it cool, glancing briefly over her shoulder, "I don't know what you're talking about." She responded, returning her gaze to the mirror but now fixing hair that didn't possibly need any more fixing.
Quinn raised a brow with her jaw dropping just an inch or two, scoffing, "Really, Berry."
Rachel flinched a little at the other girl's scoff, playing the silent game again.
The blonde rolled her eyes, and closed the gap between the both of them. "I believe you know what I'm talking about, don't play stupid. You're not Brittany."
As much as she wanted to say something to object she couldn't form the words, a first for her she thought, and without having looked in the mirror since turning she was abruptly two feet away from the blonde. Standing tall, at least as much as she felt the courage to do so, she tried to speak again; "S-sure I might have something to say... but why do I have to say it now?"
"Because, I want an explanation, Berry."
Rachel pretty much learned that when the blonde ever, if not continuously, said her last name instead of her first meant that she was angry or frustrated with her. Clearly, she was frustrated. "Was I wrong to do that? Is that what's upsetting you?"
Quinn sighed, a light one really, "Of course it is." She mentioned lightly, exasperatedly. "Why would you suddenly do such a thing in front of everyone? Especially in front of Finn."
That last part of her statement caused the dark haired one frown, and she slowly turned her gaze from the other girl, a look in her eyes that was far beyond that of a sad dog getting scolded.
"Did you not think before acting?" The blonde told her, voice a bit higher than before causing Rachel to cringe. "Exactly what were you thinking? Hmm? Tell me Berry."
Rachel was afraid, that fear was quite evident, her shoulders quivered lightly. "I… I d-don't know…" Her voice was so timid, quiet, scared and feeling trapped as she leaned against the porcelain sink with her palms as fingers dangled over the edges. "I just acted… on an impulse."
When the taller girl moved closer she didn't expect it, feeling more trapped as her heart rate escalated and pounded hard against her chest again. Briefly glancing towards the blonde, with the same look in her eyes as her face reddened with every stare and the proximity of their bodies. Maybe a foot apart now, she guessed.
"Impulses cause trouble, you know." Quinn told her, close enough to breathe down Rachel's neck if she wanted. "You could have waited until after Glee Club, to talk to me."
Inside Rachel's head were whispering 'oh god, oh god, oh god…' She didn't know what to do, all she could think was of that one impulse egging her on since the club room; run.
A part of her didn't want to, but the other half wanted her to. And she gave in. Tears welled in her eyes almost instantly at the thought of it, but she was afraid Quinn was only playing with her emotions and convinced herself that was probably the case. Turning and pushing her way out of the blondes reach, and running out of the restrooms.
