Author's Note:

Here's the second chapter, I hope you like.


Chapter 2

Hey, it's Quinn..you know, that sexy girl who gave you a tattoo? ;) What's up?

I sent Rachel a message. It was only about 10 PM so I assumed she'd still be up. I sat the phone down next to me and flipped through the television channels before finally landing on some sitcom. I've never been fond of T.V.

I heard my phone buzz and grinned.

Who the hell gave you my number?-Rachel

I bit my lip. What if she thinks I'm some crazy stalker?

Relax. Your blonde friend at the shop gave me your number, and I asked you a question.

I immediately received a response.

I'm going to kill Brittany, and if you must know "what's up", I'm doing homework.-Rachel

I smirked. You wanna do something more interesting? ;)

Stop hitting on me! You should find someone more age appropriate.-Rachel

I frowned. It's three years..not that big of a difference. Of course she's still in high school..

I cringed at the thought. High school age is a bit crazy even for me. Teenagers are insane, But Rachel is fucking gorgeous.

My phone buzzed. I'm sorry, that was rude. You're only three years older than I am. But can you please stop hitting on me? I have a boyfriend.-Rachel

I scoffed. As if that could stop me. But maybe because she is being so polite to me, I guess I can tone it down. Okay I'm sorry. I won't hit on you. That much. I sent a message back.

You must think you're so funny. What's up with you anyway?-Rachel

I smiled to myself. At least she's up for a conversation with me.

I'm not really doing anything. I just got off of work. You go to McKinley? I'm pretty sure there are only like...two high schools in Lima. And McKinley is where I went.

However, my freshman year I hardly ever showed up to school. I just didn't care. But when I was adopted at fifteen, my sophomore year, Dwight and Mary (Sam's parents) made sure I went to school everyday.

Of course I hated them for that at first. I should probably thank them though because people who don't have their high school diplomas are dipshits. I shouldn't judge though...some people have reasons for not graduating. And who am I to talk? I'm a high school graduate who works in a tattoo shop.

How was work? I know you had at least one customer, seeing as I was there. :) And to answer your question, I do go to McKinley. How did you know?-Rachel

I scrunched up my nose. How was work? Pleasantries aren't something I'm used to I suppose. But, I grinned at her response. At least she doesn't hate me because I come on to her. Although Brittany did hint that she thought I was good looking. There has to be something there.

Hell, everybody thinks I'm good looking though. People are always attracted to bad asses.

Work was good. Rachel, there are only like two high schools in this shit town. I graduated from McKinley, so I thought I'd ask if you go there.

My phone buzzed almost immediately.

You went to McKinley? :) That is so cool. Were you in Glee Club?-Rachel

The fuck? Glee Club? Like hell if I was in Glee Club.

Fuck no I wasn't in Glee Club. I actually didn't really participate in anything. Chess club for like, a week. But I soon quit that because I whipped everyone's ass. I like chess..even if it's dorky.

Language. There's nothing wrong with Glee! I'm co-captain of my Glee Club!-Rachel

I groaned. This girl is like candy. She's so fucking sweet. I grinned devilishly to myself.

I wonder if she tastes sweet..

May I ask who the unfortunate soul is that shares the title of captain with you? Is it the Latina you hang out with?

No. It's my boyfriend, Finn.-Rachel

I snorted. What a ridiculous name. A name that sounds suspiciously close to mine, however. But I'll decide to ignore that.

Gag.

Be nice! I care for Finn. He's very sweet.-Rachel

I sighed. Well at least he's good to you and not some douchebag. A pretty girl like you needs someone who is good.

I am actually being genuine. Rachel seems like much to nice of a person for some jackass.

A realization then hit me. Rachel is too nice. She's too perfect. I can't just sleep with her and then be done with her, like every other girl I've been with. It wouldn't be right.

You know you remind me of my friend Puck. Just more intelligent. But he's in Glee Club with me so maybe you aren't all that similar. :p -Rachel.

I frowned. Is that a good thing?

I hope that's a good thing.

It is. Puck is very...open with his sex life, like you were at the shop. Not not insinuate you're a whore or anything like that. He's a bad boy but on the inside he's like a teddy bear. All soft and cuddly. He's very considerate when he wants to be. -Rachel.

I'm not a fucking teddy bear. I'm Quinn Fabray. I'm not all cuddly.

Thanks I guess. But I'm not all sweet and nice.. so I hate to break it to you.

We'll see. :)-Rachel

I narrowed my eyes at the text. What's that suppose to mean?

I was about to send another message but my phone buzzed again.

I'm getting sleepy. It was nice chatting with you, even if I'm still bugged at you for being such a player. ;) We should hang out sometime. How about tomorrow?-Rachel

My heart fluttered and I smiled before quickly wiping it from my face. Am I a fucking teenager?

..Well I am talking to one. Maybe she's sending me weird teenage hormones through her texts. Yeah, that's it. Weird sci-fi shit going on.

Sounds good. Just come to the shop tomorrow and I'll take you out.

I can't believe I'm agreeing to this. Stop texting, fingers!

Great! Good night, Quinn.-Rachel

Night.

I massaged my temples, frustrated. Why am I wasting my time here? How the fuck did this even happen? I never "hang out" with people and now I'm going to hang out with a girl I had just wanted to have sex with?

She just sucked me in to her little bubble and now I have to take her somewhere. Which I don't even know where I'm going to take her. Good thing I have off of work tomorrow. I wasn't thinking when I said I could hang out but it just so happens to work out.

There is no way she's seeing my crappy apartment so It's also a good thing I told her to meet me at the shop. Speaking of I probably should clean a little... don't want a redo of when my mom walked in here. Surprise, surprise.

I ran a hand through my hair, thinking back to Rachel again. I just met her. Maybe I'm doing something wrong...but there's no backing out now.

Fuck my life! I never think of the cons in matters like this. It's just who I am. But somehow here I am, wondering what I'm doing with an eighteen year old tomorrow. Are we going to become friends?

She seems like one of those overly friendly people anyway so probably.

I haven't made friends in a long time.


The next day I begrudgingly stalked into the shop, surprising Sam.

"What are you doing here, Quinnie?" he asked me, addressing me by that nickname I loathe.

"Don't call me that." I grumbled unenthusiastically. I was unhappy about today. I just wanted to hook up and now I'm going out and...spending time with someone. Fan fucking tastic. I did tell myself not to have sex with her so that's good..not for me. For her.

But it's not like I could say no. Or maybe I could have..

But whatever.

"What's up your ass?" Sam looked up from a sketch of a tattoo he was making and looked at me. "Did that girl reject you? Welcome to my world." He grinned a bit and I quirked a smile.

"Yes. She did reject me. But that's not why I'm upset because I could totally get with her if I wanted. Rejection or no rejection. It's just that I don't want to anymore." I gave him a little information, to stop his questions.

That didn't stop him.

"Why are you all grumpy then? I mean usually you are unpleasant but never a grumpy sloth girl."

Grumpy sloth girl? That's a new one. Fucking weird.

"I'm fine." I bit back, not even bothering to ask where he got 'grumpy sloth girl' from. He held his hands up in surrender and turned back to his drawing.

I checked my watch. It was almost noon. Rachel should be here in a few minutes so I guess I'll just chill.

I walked to the back of the shop and sat at the computer, turning on the online chess game. I'd never admit it to anyone, because I have a reputation, but I still love chess.

I played for a few minutes, effectively taking out the computer's Queen in the process, but then sat back, bored.

I yawned. I'm tired as hell. I usually never even get to sleep much, but last night was even more restless because of Rachel. I groaned. Something must be wrong with me.

I shrugged to myself and laid my head down on the table. Maybe if I just closed my eyes for a minute...

What seemed like seconds later, I felt a tap on my shoulder and I growled.

"Sam I swear to God..." my voice as muffled by my arms, "What do you want?"

I heard someone clear their throat and I shot up only to be met with an amused looking Rachel.

I flushed and scowled, frustrated with myself for falling asleep and being vulnerable to anything. "Sorry," I muttered. "Who let you back here?" I avoided her gaze by smoothing out my t-shirt.

I heard the confusion in her voice. "The blonde guy up front. Is he your brother?"

I nodded and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, trying not to yawn.

"You're tired. We could do this some other time?" I looked up at her and she bit her lip, nervous.

I smiled. "No. It's alright I'm good." I stood up and stretched while earning a quizzical look from Rachel.

I narrowed my eyes at her. "What?"

She shrugged. "Nothing." Fucking hell.

I rolled my eyes. "Come on." I motioned for her to follow me out into the shop to leave. While we were walking I smacked Sam on the back of the head for letting her wake me up and Rachel laughed. I grinned at the sound of Rachel's laugh but was still pretty pissed at Sam for letting her walk back there.

I've always been cautious about sleeping in front of people or any place that isn't my bedroom.. I find it unsettling that you are so vulnerable to anything while sleeping because your body is shut off. I've had a couple of bad experiences to say the least.

I led Rachel to my beat up gray truck. I caught her eye and she smiled before I looked away again and hopped in the truck. She hopped into the passenger seat.

"We aren't going to do anything illegal, right?" She asked timidly and I scoffed.

"No babe, we aren't going to do anything illegal. I can't believe you think so low of me." I joked. I get where she's coming from. How I dress and where I work would indicate that I might partake in illegal activities every now and then. But I wouldn't drag Rachel into any of that nonsense. Not on our first outing anyway..

She huffed and crossed her arms. "Well sorry! You seem like the type that does things like that."

I looked at her and arched an eyebrow. "You don't know me." Of course she's right though.

She shrugged as if to say 'fair enough'.

I backed out of the parking lot and headed for our nearest destination. I pushed the radio on and The Killers started playing. I smiled to myself. I love this band. They are way underrated.

"I like this song." I heard her say quietly.

I grinned and kept my eyes on the road. "Me too."

I frowned, a thought dawning on me. "Hey Berry, how are you comfortable with me just taking you to some place. I could be kidnapping you."

She laughed heartily. "Quinn you couldn't be kidnapping me. If you were, you'd be the worst kidnapper in history. Your brother knows I'm with you and you have a fairly large, noticable vehicle." I glanced over at her and she was grinning.

I laughed too. "I guess you're right. There goes my plans."

She chuckled and spoke again. "And to answer your question, I'm not uncomfortable being with you. Sure that could be dangerous in most situations but you're nice and I like people. Of course you did hit on me within an hour of meeting each other but I digress.."

I bit my lip. She's a very naive young girl I've noticed.

"Well you're lucky I'm not a psychopath because you'd be in some real deep shit. You trust people to easily," I told her.

"Languaaaage." she sing-songed. "I like making friends. So I'll give anyone the benefit of the doubt."

I snorted. "You don't seem like the type to hang out with someone like me." I gestured with one hand to myself. I dress like a mom's nightmare. Piercings, tattoos, pink highlights. The works.

"I like the way you look!" she defended and I blushed. Oh my God I don't fucking blush. It's the heat in this truck. That's what's making me flush..yeah.

"I'd be willing to make friends with anyone, Quinn Fabray. Even an older punk rocker, player type of girl." she smiled widely and I had to laugh.

"Just wait till you get to know me." I retorted, half jokingly.

"I plan to today."

I blushed again (kill me) as we got to our destination. It's nothing special. Just a little park I used to come to as a kid to get away. I honestly had no idea where to take this girl, so I decided that the park would be alright.

She quirked an eyebrow. "A park?"

I shrugged, mildly embarrassed. "I don't know what you like to do." I mumbled.

She giggled. "I like parks. This is nice."

We exited the truck and began walking around the park quietly. Nothing was said for the first few minutes. It wasn't really that awkward, surprisingly. I have no idea why that is so, however. Things are usually awkward when I hang out with people. Which again, is why I don't hang out.

She interrupted my thoughts with a question. "What do you do? Well..besides the whole tattoo thing."

I frowned. "Nothing, really."

She narrowed her eyes at me. "Nothing...?" she pried.

God. Questions. What the hell am I doing? The fuck is wrong with me. Why am I here again? I don't care about this girl. I hate questions about myself and I hate making friends. This needs to stop. I can't let her in.

"Why do you want to be friends with me?" I blurted out. "Is it because I hit on you? Because we could just sleep together..I mean. I have no problem with that. We don't need to be friends first." We had stopped walking and Rachel stood there staring at me, eyes wide.

I continued rambling. "This is weird for me. I don't make friends. I'm friends with my brother. That's it. I don't know what I'm doing here." I stopped speaking and looked down at her curiously, anticipating her reaction.

She was laughing quietly. I quickly averted my gaze from her and focused on a tree in the distance. Just great, she's laughing at me.

She kept laughing and I scowled and started to walk off. She can walk home.

"Wait! I'm not laughing at you, I swear." I heard her say from behind me. I heard her footsteps get closer as she tried to catch up.

"You can find your own way home." I called behind me. I really must be stupid if she's laughing at me.

"I have to walk?" she shrieked. I immediately stopped and bit down on my lip. I don't want some creep to take her. She's so tiny, she could never defend herself.

Rachel caught up and stepped in front of me. "I didn't mean to offend you, Quinn. It was just a little amusing seeing someone as suave as you losing your cool. I apologize."

I glared at my feet. I'm so fucking stupid.

"I want to be your friend because I want to know you, not because you hit on me." I heard her say and my eyes shot up to hers. They were warm and gentle, not yet tainted by the real world. I looked down again.

"And I don't want to sleep with you. I just want to know you." She stated in a matter of fact tone of voice.

I smirked a little. Everyone wants to sleep with me. It's a fact.

"Quinn! Stop smirking. You aren't all that. I don't want to sleep with you!"

I chuckled. "Alright."