I couldn't believe that this was it. The moment we have all been waiting for, the last day of high school, is finally here. No more homework every day, no more slushy facials, and best of all, no more annoying teenage boys drooling over me as I walked the halls. When were they going to learn they had no chance with me? Quinn Fabray had her sights on someone so much better.
I stepped out of my car, yawning in the early morning air as I walked across the McKinley high parking lot. I took the time to take in my surroundings, a weird giddy feeling passing over my skin as I thought about what today meant. I was finally going to do it. I was going to tell her how I felt. A rush of adrenaline shot through my veins as I pushed through the main doors, my stride aimed towards the choir room.
I knew she would be in there; the girl practically lived in there for the past four years. My heart started to pick up speed as I heard the gentle notes from the piano wafting through the halls. The melody was so beautiful it sent slight shivers over my skin and caused my stride to slow down as I basked in the wonderful harmony coming from the tips of her fingers. I couldn't help but smile as I heard her strong voice finally make an appearance over the piano, creating a perfect blend of music. I was in awe of her voice, but more in awe of her person.
My steps slowed to almost a stop as I found myself turning the corner into the choir room. My smile brightened as I watched her silently, leaning against the door frame for support. She was so mesmerising that it took my breath away to watch her. If I had all day I would have stayed there until my legs gave way, however I was on a mission.
I entered the choir room soundlessly, making my way around the piano to face her. As soon as she noticed me standing there, her playing stopped and she looked up at me wide eyed.
"Hello Quinn. What do I owe this interruption to?" she spoke in her usual confident manner as I smiled down at her from across the instrument.
"Nothing, I just got caught up listening to the beautiful music I heard coming from in here so I decided I would come check it out. I like it, Berry," I spoke quietly, the smile still playing on my face. My grin widened when I noticed her slight blush at my comment before she looked away and started packing up her music sheets.
"Uh, thank you Quinn. While I am positive there is most likely some ulterior motive for you being here, I thank you for your positive comment. If you will excuse me, I need to finish packing up my belongings from my locker," Rachael said quickly, sliding her music into her bag. I realised now would be my only shot at this before the rest of the Glee club got here and I wouldn't get her alone again.
"Wait, Rachael stop," I said, walking around the piano to her, "I need to tell you something before I never see you again." My heart started to pick up again as I saw her face morph into concern and she placed her bag down on the piano bench. She took a few steps towards me, her eyes peering into mine curiously.
"What's wrong Quinn? Does this have anything to do with Beth? I already told you I don't talk to my mother anymore," Rachael started to ramble before I shook my head, covering her mouth with my hand.
"This has nothing to do with Beth, or anyone else for that matter. This only has to do with you and me," I said while taking another step towards her, pulling my hand away. She looked up at me curiously for only a second before my lips brushed against hers in a gentle kiss. "I love you Rachael," I breathed, a little dazed from my spontaneous decision.
It only took another second for me to realize that I made a mistake. Her eyes were wide with confusion and anger as she backed away, snatching her bag from the piano bench.
"What on earth do you think you are doing Quinn? Is this some kind of sick parting joke for you? If so I hope you have a fun time laughing at me because one day when I'm a famous singer and you are still in Lima working at a dead end job, I will be the one who's laughing. Now if you will excuse me I have other matters I must attend to other then being made into a fool," she finished haughtily, pivoting around and heading towards the door.
My eyes were wide with shock, not entirely expecting this reaction. Yes, I can see her logic behind her accusations, but can't she at least give me a chance? I stood there wide eyed for a few moments, only the sound of the choir room door slamming pulling me out of my thoughts. I had to explain this to her, it was my only chance.
I ran out of the choir room, scanning the hall for any sight of the shorter girl. I spotted her stalking down the opposite hall way, almost out the doors. I needed to get her attention.
"Rachael Berry, stop your diva ass right there and listen to me!" I yelled down the hall, thankful that it was so early in the morning so that there were only a few students around. Luckily for me, she stopped walking and turned around to face me.
As I got closer I felt the sting over her glare penetrate into mine as our eyes connected. I stopped within a few steps from her, my mouth turned into a frown.
"Listen to me. I wasn't trying to make a fool of you at all! Why the hell would I kiss you if this was all just a joke? Think about it Berry!" I practically yelled, forgetting about the students that were making their way into the school behind Rachael. I could see the wheels turning in her brain before she spoke finally.
"I am truly sorry Quinn if this is not a cruel prank. Just because I have two gay dads' does not mean that I too am gay. If this is true and you really do have these feelings for me, I am sorry to say the feelings are not reciprocated. I am truly sorry Quinn, but it is for the best anyways. I'm sorry; I have to go catch up with Finn on the football field. I'm so sorry," she finished, turning away from me and making her way through the doors. I couldn't let it end this way, not a chance in hell.
"I don't give up that easily Berry! Just remember that!" I called after her. I knew she heard me because she gave me a small sad smile over her shoulder before she turned away and never looked back. I sighed; my heart hurting from the emotional strain it had just gone through.
I turned around and made my way to my locker, pulling out all the random papers and shoving them into my bag. I picked up one neatly torn open envelope and fingered it between my thumb and forefinger.
"Hey Q. heard you finally told Ru Paul how you feel about her. Sorry things never worked out the way you wanted too," my best friend Santana said with as much sincerity she was capable of. I only shrugged and stared down at the acceptance letter I held in my hand. She must have followed my gaze as I heard her chuckle and sigh before she continued, "I heard she got accepted there too. Maybe you will have another chance?"
I took a deep breath, digesting this news. Had I applied because I knew Rachael would probably be accepted? Not at all. It was only a bonus that she got accepted into the same performing arts school I plan to attend to further my studies in dance.
Maybe there was still a chance, as Santana said. I smiled at this thought as I folded the acceptance letter from Juilliard back up and placed it neatly in my bag.
I wasn't lying when I said I don't give up that easily.