It hadn't always been like this. Slushies turned to friendship and insults turned to compliments. No body was really sure when this turn of events had occurred, but to Quinn and Rachel? It didn't matter.
Quinn's Point of View
Junior Year
To say I was glad that Berry and I are friends is to say the least. Once you actually get to know this girl, she's amazing. Which to an extent I've always realized. I always put up my mean head bitch front with her, but through everything something always intrigued me about the girl.
Now if only I could get Lopez to see that too. Santana was half the reason that I bullied the smaller girl, but I never let anybody know that. In all honesty I was never one for the slushies and the violence. Yes, I was good at throwing insults and those could be fun sometimes- but being some bully bitch 24/7 wasn't something I particularly enjoyed.
Santana was pissed when I started forming a friendship with Rach. So when I marked her as off limits- the Latina almost blew her shit. It's been awhile since then though, so she's calmed down about the situation quite a bit. Not to say that she isn't still angry or doesn't sulk around half of the time.
So with much coaxing from Brittany, we're finally where we are today. I'm driving Rachel's Land Rover and she's in the passenger seat leaving the other blonde and Santana in the back.
"I can't believe I'm actually going to the mall with Ru fucking Paul." The Latina mumbled.
"San." Brittany and I said in unison, mine a stern warning and hers pleading. I saw the blonde rub her shoulder and I figured we'd be covered for the rest of the trip. How Britt could keep her in line like that I will never know, but I'm glad someone can do it.
I looked over to Rachel and she threw me a shy smile. Seeing her smile like that I couldn't help but return it. But as we locked eyes, I turned back to the road. That clench in my chest was back. I knew what it meant for most people, but I think it's just because I like seeing Rachel happy, and knowing that I took part in making her feel that way.
To see someone go from upset most of the time and feeling like the whole world was against them, to this? That's a pretty damn fantastic thing to witness.
"Oh! I love this song!" I heard Rachel squeal and reach to turn it up, successfully breaking me out of my thoughts. I threw her another smile and as I heard the first few notes of the song I started to snicker. Glancing in the rearview mirror I could see that Brittany was biting her cheeks to hold back the smile that was threatening to break loose.
This was Santana's favorite song right now. Rachel started singing along and obviously the Latina wasn't paying very much attention because she just started singing too.
Heart beats fast, colors and promises.
How to be brave.
How can I love when I'm afraid to fall?
I didn't even realize that I'd been staring at Rachel while she sang until she threw a glance my way, timidly smiled, blushed, and turned away. Damn it Fabray. I silently cursed myself and turned to look back out of the windshield. I looked up to the rearview mirror again and saw Santana locking eyes with Brittany while she continued to sing.
But watching you stand alone,
All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow.
I wonder if they know they're in love with each other. I guess I'll have to bring that up somehow with Santana later. I looked back over to Rachel and she smiled at me, obviously thinking and wondering the same thing as I was.
I looked back and forth between her and the road, but her eyes never left me.
One step closer.
I have died everyday waiting for you.
Darling don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years.
I started singing.
I'll love you for a thousand more.
We were at a stop light now and Rachel and I weren't breaking eye contact. I searched for something there, but all I found was her searching back.
"Rac-" before I could finish I was interrupted by the sound of lips smacking with each other. I looked back and found that Brittany had unbuckled and moved all the way over, both girls in a deep kiss. I whipped my head back giving Rachel a wide eyed look and she looked at me curiously- wondering why I had that look on my face. I had never been more grateful for someone's obliviousness before.
"I- uh…I just realized I had to pee." I said loudly, causing Brittany and Santana to move quickly off of each other. I didn't even have to look back for them to know I saw.
Her look quickly turned into an amused smile and I swatted her lightly. "What? Nature calls, Rach."
"You better hurry then. It's green." She said, still smiling. We drove in silence the rest of the way there. Santana and I exchanging glances through the rearview mirror occasionally. Every time she caught me looking at Rachel she'd clear her throat and every time I caught her ogling Brittany I'd clear mine and make a kissy face.
Obviously I knew that they had feelings for each other, I just didn't know they had acknowledge them. It's not that I care if they're together, a little upset that they wouldn't have told me, but no I don't care. If anything I love it. They're completely adorable together. But they'd never kissed in front of me before, nor Rachel for that matter. So I guess we'd have to have a talk later to clear the air and figure out just what's going on.
When we got to the mall we parked by Dick's. It was the better end of the mall and saved us from having to walk through the nail salon.
"Hey Britts. Why don't you and Rachel go into Claire's and Quinn and I will go get us Dip N' Dots. When I come back I'll buy you whatever you want, okay?" At Santana's suggestion Brittany jumped up and down excitedly.
"Okay, San! I'll see you in a few." And with that the blonde skipped happily into the store with Rachel in tow.
"Aww, Santana. You called Rachel by her first name." I poked.
"Can it, Fabray. I'm sure you call her by a lot of other things better than her first name. I saw the way you were ogling her in the car."
"Oh? And what I saw?" At this the Latina seemed to take her stance down and reluctantly open up.
"Okay, look Q. Yes, Britt and I are together. But no one knows, and no one CAN know. And you know why."
Santana's parents were fairly homophobic and she'd witnessed and heard her Dad's remarks before. So as much as she wanted to taunt the girl at the moment she just shook her head, understanding. They walked in silence towards the candy shop that had the ice cream until Santana spoke up again.
"So…RuPaul?"
"First of all, don't call her that. And second of all- I don't know, S. Even if I say it's true I mean, there's no way the girl has feelings for me."
"Fabray, I'm going to say this once and only once. And if you ever bring it up I will deny it. But you're hot. And you've got a great ass. Even with all that aside, you've grown into a great person here lately. And it's because of her. So…if she doesn't like that, then I don't know who will."
"Do you really mean that?"
"Do you really like Ru P- Berry. Do you really like Berry?"
I pondered this for a minute, apparently answering her question without answering.
"Ha! Brits so called it." I glared at her until she elaborated. "Oh come on, Q. You know how she is. She's got like a sixth sense for that shit."
I couldn't say much because she was right. Brittany could always tell who liked who before they even knew themselves. So I just shook my head. "No matter what, San. How the hell do I bring something like that up?"
"You do what Glee club kids do best. Sing that shit out." I laughed and we fell back into comfortable silence. "Oh, and Q?"
"Yeah?"
"Does this mean I have to be nice to her?" I pulled her into a hug.
"You bet your sorry ass."
Rachel's Point of View
"Oh! Rach, you should get this!" Brittany came running up to me holding a black and white scarf. At that same moment Santana and Quinn came walking up behind them, 4 cups of Dip N' Dots in their hands.
"Berry. You'd look hot in that. And if you don't get it for you, I will." Santana said. I turned to her a little dumbfounded. She raised her eyebrow challenging me to challenge her. I was at a complete loss for words at this display of niceness.
"See, Rach! I told you so." Brittany said bouncing up and down. I looked to Quinn who just nodded and smiled. I turned back and I heard her thank Santana.
Well this is…new.
"Oh!" Quinn exclaimed, breaking me from my confusion. "Here you go Rach." Se handed me my Dip N' Dots at the same time Santana handed Brittany hers and the two took off towards the check out. The Latina snatched the scarf from me and before I could protest she lifted her eyebrow again.
"What's that about?" I whispered to Quinn. All she did was smile at me and take a bite of her ice cream. I looked at her a little skeptically before I looked down to my own snack.
"Quinn. Now I know we've never had Dip N' Dots together before. How did you know what my favorite flavor was?"
"Oh. I didn't. That's all Santana."
And for the second time today I was beyond flabbergasted.
This, I thought, is going to take some getting used to.
The next day all four of us walked into Glee together, getting a few questioning looks from everybody. I took my usual seat beside of Quinn and did my usual scoff and eye roll when Finn acted like he was being subtle with his 'glances' back at me. We sat there for a few minutes and Quinn seemed to be getting agitated.
"Hey Hudson, do you have a problem?" Quinn snipped.
"Quinn, I assure you it's fine."
"No, Rach. He keeps looking at you and it's obvious that it's unwanted so I ask again- Finn. Is there a problem?"
"What's it too you Fabray? Don't you need to go fuck Puck or something?"
It was my turn to get pissed. "Okay, Finn. First of all, if you ever talk to her like that again- I'll make sure those will be the last words you say. And second of all, if you don't take your guppy eyes off of me, I'll see to it that your wanna-be-rock-star voice is never paired with mine again. Are we clear?"
Every body looked between Finn, Quinn and I a little puzzled. Except for Santana who said, "High fucking five, Berry. That was awesome." And she leaned over a riser with her hand outstretched. I just glared at her. "O-kay…" she said as she leaned back.
I had put my arm around Quinn as she just looked at me. I was pissed off, but when I looked over at her I just smiled- glad that I defended her. "San, I think you're rubbing off on her." Brittany 'whispered.'
"No. That one was all Berry." She said loud enough to where she made sure I heard.
Just then Mr. Schue walked in, swinging his satchel up onto the piano. "Okay, Quinn? Santana told me you and her had something you wanted to sing for us?"
I looked over to her and she just smiled nodding. "Yes, Mr. Schue. She told you correctly." She gave me one last glance before she got up and stood in front of the class, taking Santana in tow. Santana gave a nod to the guitarist who started picking the strings.
Quinn took the lead and Santana sang higher than her, backing her up.
I find the map and draw a straight line.
Over rivers, farms, and state lines.
The distance from me to where you'd be.
She looked up at me and I felt my breath hitch.
It's only finger-lengths that I see.
I touch the place
Where I'd find your face.
My fingers in creases
Of distant dark places.
She glanced over at Santana and she looked unsure. I let my gaze fall to the floor. Get your shit together, Berry. I thought. Here's my best friend. Singing a song. And here's me letting my head think it means something it doesn't. Yes, I like Quinn a little more than just best friends but I can get over that. It's probably just some deplorable school girl crush that will pass.
I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've found so far.
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science.
Their words, mostly noises.
Ghosts with just voices.
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me.
Okay. Maybe it's not stupid nor will it pass without a fight. But I can keep it to myself. It doesn't really matter. There is no chance that Quinn would actually like me.
I'm miles from where you are.
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms.
She locked eyes with me and that answered any question I had.
Okay. Maybe Quinn did like me.
Okay Y'all. I wanted to write more for this, but I got called out of the house. So, I'll be back soon.(: