Title: Do You Really Love Me?
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn (some Brittana)
Disclaimer: I do not and never have had ownership of Glee nor did I create it. If I did, my fanfiction fantasies would be a reality instead of mere thoughts floating from my head to my computer :(
Summary: Quinn isn't ready to come out to everyone after finally climbing back to the top of social ladder. Rachel gives her the an ultimatum: their relationship or Quinn's popularity. The choice is Quinn's. Faberry with slight Brittana
Ok before you start reading I would like to start by saying I watched Glee up to like Season 4 before I got frustrated by the writing and the flow of the show so fanfiction became my outlet. This is not my first fanfic. I wrote one before but lost the account and good riddance (who says that? :P), since I believe is was poorly written although I loved the plot. Anyway, the story will follow some storylines portrayed in the show, but for the most part will be my own imagination. Ok enough of the rambling...let's set the scene!
Setting the scene: Ok so this will be approximately be a year after Quinn has had Beth and for the sake of the story (as I am not sure) Quinn and Rachel are in 11th grade. Quinn is on the Cheerios as the reinstated HBIC with Santana and Brittany at her side. I believe that is all, so onto the story. The song that inspired this is 'Why I Love You' by MAJOR. I have listened to this song on repeat for days and when listening thought of this story.
"Do you really love me?" Rachel questioned from across the room, tirelessly. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, head down with her hands wringing in her lap. Stripped of her everyday school outfit, she was sporting shorts with a tank top.
Quinn sighed in response to her question from across the room. She had her back against wall. It was the only thing holding her up at the moment. She was still in Cheerios uniform as she had rushed to Rachel's house after practice in hopes of a quick make out session before her mom called her home for dinner but she was met with unwelcoming arms and silence when she entered Rachel's room. She had been in the same position since Quinn had walked in a few minutes ago and had refused to look up.
"Rachel," Quinn sighed again. "We've been over this."
"Have we, Quinn? Have we really?" Quinn sighed for the third time. She hated when Rachel doubled up questions like that. It made her feel cornered. "Because, from what I can see you have avoided the question every time I have seemed to ask it, masking it with kisses and while I do appreciate the end to the slushie facials in school you refuse to even give me the time of day. I want to be able hold your hand in the hallway and walk you to class. Be able to kiss you whenever I want in front of whoever I want. I want to tell our parents about us." Rachel was now crying. Quinn pushed herself off the wall and took the few steps it took to reach the bed and sat next to Rachel, taking her hands into hers. Rachel looked up, for the first time since Quinn had walked in. Hazel eyes met brown.
"Of course I love you." Quinn uttered as she wiped the tears running down Rachel's face. "It's just...it's been a year since Beth," Rachel winced. The topic was still a sore one for her. "and I'm just now starting to get close to my mom again. Plus, I'm back in Coach Sylvester's good graces again. I don't want to make anymore mistakes." As soon as Quinn finished Rachel was up and pacing in front of her. It scared Quinn.
"Mistakes?" Rachel practically screamed causing Quinn to jump. She knew 'mistakes' wasn't the best word in this situation. She was just glad Rachel's room was soundproof...that on top of many other reasons but that was neither here nor there. "Do you call the past 6 months of our relationship or the love we've shared mistakes?" She practically spat the word 'mistakes' out of her mouth like it was poison. Quinn flinched. Rachel was fuming.
"That's not what I meant." Quinn tried to explain but Rachel wasn't having any of it.
"No, you meant what you said." Rachel whispered, her tears falling quickly down her face. She had come to a stop in front of Quinn, who was still sitting on the bed, eyes wide in anticipation. They could challenge Ms. Pillsbury's. "My mistake was believing you did love me."
"Babe," Quinn standing up and reaching for Rachel's arm but she just jerked away.
"Don't you dare." Rachel roared causing Quinn to flinch again. "You don't get to do that. You don't get to call me that. You don't get to try to weasel your way out of this one." All Quinn could do was stare. She didn't know what to say or do. She had hurt the girl she loved in an attempt to keep her popularity alive.
"Get out." Rachel mumbled under her breath. She was so low Quinn couldn't barely make out what she said. She hoped she had heard wrong.
"What?" Quinn whispered as tears fell down her face. She hoped to God she had heard Rachel wrong.
"I said," Rachel spoke a little more forcefully this time. "Get out now!" Quinn jumped at the harshness of Rachel's voice before shouldering her bag off the floor and heading to the door. She didn't want to argue anymore, hoping they could just both cool off before they said anything else they would regret. She opened the door and crossed the threshold before turning around to face Rachel again, who had followed closely behind her. Gone were the tears and in place of them was a cold look in the brown eyes Quinn loved.
"I'm no one's mistake." Rachel said before slamming the door in Quinn's face. Quinn opened her mouth to speak again, but they were stuck in her throat. All she could do was stare at the star displaying Rachel's name that hung on the door as the tears began to fall. She ran down the stairs and out the door, shutting it behind her before she ran to her car parked in the driveway. As soon as she closed door, she started the engine and pulled off. Rachel watched Quinn drive down the road and disappear around the corner from her bedroom window before lying down on her throwing her face into her pillow and sobbing herself to sleep.
Quinn pulled into her driveway a few minutes later, beside her mother's white Mercedes. She got of her car and rushed to the door wanting to get out of the uniform that possibly ruined the best thing in her life. She unlocked the door and walked into the foyer, setting her keys down on the table near the door.
"Quinnie?" Judy, Quinn's mother asked from the kitchen. "Is that you?" She was humming in the kitchen as she cooked dinner. Music flowing from the speakers in the living room. She always listened to music as she cooked. It combined two of her favorites things, which soothed her.
"Yes, mom." Quinn answered in return as she walked into the living room. Her mother entered into the living room to meet Quinn. Judy waltzed in from the kitchen, in her hand a glass of white wine. She gasped as her eyes met Quinn's.
"What's wrong, dear?" Judy questioned as she set her glass down and rushed over to Quinn. Before Quinn could get a word out, she collapsed onto the couch sobbing. Judy immediately sat next to her and took Quinn into her arms, holding her as she used to when she had nightmares. Quinn's body shook uncontrollably in response to her mother's arms wrapping around her. Judy whispered sweet nothings in an attempt to soothe her daughter. Fifteen minutes later, Quinn sobs turned into sniffles as her mother continued to rub her back. She was waiting for Quinn to explain to her what made her so upset.
"Mom," Quinn started slowly. "I made a mistake."
AN:So...what do you guys think? Should I continue? Please review and let me know and if you didn't like something let me know that too. Thank you :) I am currently writing the second chapter, but am waiting to upload until I know you guys like the story. Should I continue?