Title: Feels So Good It Must Be Love (2/2)
Author:
amaltheaz / pseudohuman
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Rating:
15
Length:
5254 words
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, or anybody in Glee. And this is so not used for profit.
Spoilers:
AU.
Author's Note: Okay so the ending of the first part wasn't exactly fluffy but it leads to something fluffy. And also, I so did not intend for that to be a cliff-hanger. It wasn't until I read a couple of reviews, I was like, "Oh. My bad." My sincerest apologies. Okay so, here we start a little bit with Rachel's thoughts before Quinn asked her out, so you can know where Rachel's head is at and then we'll dive right in. This was actually harder to write... I did the best I could with it though. Eep, :-/. Um, songs are 'Wonderful Surprise' (Shawn Hlookoff) and 'Jump Then Fall' (Taylor Swift). I might do one-shots for this 'verse in the future, but I'll just think about it for now.

Feels So Good It Must Be Love

Part Two

Rachel was admittedly apprehensive when Quinn joined Glee. She had only just gotten used to Brittany and Santana. The taller blonde Cheerio was a sweetheart and for whatever reason had adopted Rachel as her cuddle-buddy after every time they're done performing a number. Santana was kind of harsh and prickly all over but she warmed up to Rachel eventually and had proved herself to be a loyal friend when she helped Rachel against some other students who were taunting her about her dads. She knew that they were Quinn's best friends so she wondered whose personality the Head Cheerio was most like. Would it be Brittany the sweet girl who always had a hug ready for anybody who needed it? Or would it be Santana who was not as sweet but underneath the vicious bark (and occasional bite), was really the kind of person who would always have your back no matter what?

It wasn't that Quinn outright ignored her but more like, there wasn't much of a point to interacting with each other because Rachel was kind of a loner and Quinn was the most popular girl in school. Rachel was very aware that in high school, she wasn't considered worthy to be in the other girl's presence. And Quinn was already intimidating from a distance, especially in her Cheerio uniform. Up-close it was just plain terrifying. But over time, what she knew of Quinn, of what little she saw when they were in Glee together, she saw a mixture of both Brittany and Santana. Quinn was sweet and nice, and Rachel saw that Quinn had a far vicious bite than Santana's bark could ever hope to be. She guessed that was what helped Quinn climb up the Cheerio ranks so easily.

Rachel knew she wasn't one of the more popular girls in school, and for the most part, Rachel kept to herself but she knew that sometimes (okay, maybe most of the time) she annoyed people (mainly the kids in Glee) with her driven attitude. She knew she was a good person, with a perfectly fine personality. But she tended to be pushy, obstinate and tenacious with a side of scary. And she was tactlessly honest, which a lot of people misconstrued as her being well, a bitch. Rachel just hated to lie, and she unfortunately missed the lesson where they taught tact so she couldn't really help what came out of her mouth. But the Glee kids got her. It took them awhile to get used to her, yes, but over time they just enduringly rolled their eyes at her which, kind of amused her really. They had all become such a close family unit where they hated each others' flaws and got annoyed with each other at times, but overall accepted it because they loved each other. And she also knew that if it weren't for Noah, she would have gotten the so-called famous slushie treatment that was reserved for the less popular students.

But the singer couldn't noticing that Quinn was the only one who didn't roll her eyes at Rachel whenever she tried to make a point about the blonde's vocal progress. She just smiled this winsome smile that Rachel found kind of disarming and Rachel wondered if Quinn knew the startling effect that she had on everybody. And her too actually. Rachel wasn't really that different from everybody else. The Head Cheerio was constantly on her radar, always drawing her attention. Rachel knew that Quinn could easily have been one of those mean girls that everybody in school would claim to like but would not really care if something bad were to happen to them. But she had seen the way the blonde interacted with people, especially her friends. Quinn was like honey and everybody was just drawn to her. Including Rachel. A crush on the inevitable on the blonde was just destined to happen really and Rachel would have been a fool to fight it.

And Rachel liked that Quinn wasn't the stereotypical blonde, blue-eyed mean-spirited cheerleader. Like Quinn was in her own way, a subtle rebel to the societal norms with her sharp hazel eyes, lovely personality and single status. Rachel remembered how in her old private school, it was apparently a crime if you were the most popular girl in school and didn't have a boyfriend. So she wasn't too surprised when she heard the rumors about Quinn being gay flying around the school. It annoyed her to no end that people still made such a big deal about something different, but mostly? It just made her hope that it was true.


She was pleasantly surprised when Quinn started to talk to her outside of Glee. And it almost seemed like Quinn made it her mission to make Rachel laugh almost constantly. Like the times when they would separate to go their own ways after talking in the hall, she could have sworn that she had seen Quinn skipping away from her in the most adorable way. Rachel would just shake her head and laugh at how cute her friend was. Rachel found that she really liked it, the blonde hanging around more, especially when it quickly occurred to her that even just seeing the cheerleader approaching her way seemed to be the highlight of her every day. She wondered if Quinn noticed this because she was sure that whenever the blonde was headed towards her, it always felt like she was being lit up from the inside and it seemed impossible that nobody else hadn't caught on to that, let alone the blonde. But Rachel really couldn't help it. Something about Quinn just triggered multiple responses, in her head, in her body and in her heart. It felt like a tidal wave or a violent whirlpool happening inside her; just a chaotic eruption of various emotions that was caused by head cheerleader. It wasn't like they became best friends or anything. Nothing like how Quinn was with Brittany and Santana, or Noah and Finn. But there was something different, something that seemed... Better. Yes, Rachel's days in school were just better than they used to be, so much brighter. Quinn's presence in Rachel's world made her never want to get back down from wherever she was.

At first, Rachel had a niggly feeling that it might be too good to be true. That somebody like Quinn would actually want to be her friend. Thought that maybe she was just a novelty friend to Quinn, because somehow, for whatever reason, Rachel intrigued her. And when she got tired of her, she would just move on to somebody else. But Quinn never left. She was always there. Always with a breathtaking smile that made Rachel's pulse race to a uncontrollable speed. But every time she got to experience moments with Quinn when she was sure that the blonde was truly being herself with her, rather than what the others saw, she knew that Quinn was for real, that the blonde truly wanted to be her friend.

That was another thing. 'Friend'. Sometimes it filled Rachel with joy to be able to call Quinn, her 'friend'. But there were times when it felt like her heart wished for more. She wondered if Quinn could ever want more from her. The blonde never really gave much of indication that she did as she seemed perfectly content in just being friends. But then there are those times that Rachel second-guessed herself, when Quinn would look at her a certain way; almost like a soft, yearning look that never failed to pull at Rachel's heart. And there was that day when Quinn kissed her on the cheek before she went inside her classroom. She could still recall the fiery blush that rose up her face after soft, glossy lips planted themselves on her face. She could still picture the shy, unsure look in hazel eyes that made her want to wrap the girl in her arms and never let go. She could still feel her fingers itching to touch her cheek, just to make sure that she hadn't imagined it. Instead she squeezed the strap of her backpack tightly, and gave Quinn a shy smile before moving inside the room. And somehow she just knew that Quinn was watching her go.

It was moments like those that made Rachel realize that they were what she lived for, to experience with Quinn. Because every one of those moments watered the seed of hope that was steadily blooming in her chest.


Rachel was pretty sure that she had a look of utter disbelief as she tried to process the question that Quinn had posed for her. "A date?" she weakly choked out.

The blonde nodded affirmatively. "Yes."

"Me?" she asked, lamely pointing to herself.

Quinn nodded again. "Yes."

"Why?"

Quinn's eyebrows knitted together in confusion at Rachel's odd question. "Because I like you, that's why."

At first, Rachel was elated. Quinn was asking her out. On a date. Before, them spending time together was just 'hanging out' but now, it was a 'date'. And most importantly, Quinn liked her. It was a huge step in the direction that Rachel was desperate to take with the blonde. And she was all set to agree until she remembered. That day at the diner when Quinn confessed that she had found her right person. Her right girl.

"What about that other girl?" she asked.

"What other girl?"

"You know, the one that you talked about at the diner."

Quinn frowned, apparently having forgotten about her confession just a few days ago. Rachel hadn't forgotten. It wasn't something that she could easily forget anytime soon. It was the day that she realized just how much she truly liked Quinn, as more than just a friend. She had only thought it was a passing fancy. Just another crush on the popular cheerleader that she was so sure would die out after spending time with each other. But each day passed and she never anticipated that her feelings would grow by such lengths for the blonde. And that day at the diner, when Quinn quietly confessed that she had found the right person? Rachel realized just how far she had fallen and she knew it was going to be a very hard climb to get over the girl. And for every day that passed since then, Rachel thought about it, recalled the look of complete happiness in Quinn's eyes and every single time, her heart splintered into pieces.

Understanding dawned in hazel eyes. "Oh," Quinn lamely replied. Her eyes darted between looking at Rachel and at some random spot next to Rachel's head, but she stayed silent, fueling Rachel's ire.

"Yes, 'oh'. Did you really expect me to go out with you especially after you said that you have the right person for you?" Rachel asked, her voice shaking out of repressed anger.

"What? Wait Rachel, I-" she began but Rachel kept shooting off her questions in escalating anger.

"Are you just asking me out because I said that if a girl I liked asked me out, I wouldn't say no?"

"What? Rach, no. I-"

She ignored Quinn's protests and kept going, "Because that's not fair to string me along, especially when you know who you actually want to be with. I'm nobody's second choice. You have some ner-"

"Rachel!" Quinn yelled, effectively stopping Rachel in her tracks.

The brunette's face was so red, so very obviously showing just how upset the conversation was making her, so she snapped "What?" at Quinn's loud interruption.

"You are her."

"I am her who?"

Rachel watched Quinn exhale a deep breath, seemingly relieved that she was getting the chance to speak. "You were the girl I was talking about at the diner."

"I was?"

Quinn nodded. "Yes. It's always been you, Rach."

Rachel felt like she was swimming. She could hear words being spoken and she had to shake her head because she wasn't sure if she was hearing it right. She thought that maybe in her hysterical anger, she had lost herself in some dream-like hallucination where Quinn had told her that she was the one, that she was the girl. She shook her head again, once, twice and then she looked into Quinn's hazel eyes and she saw the truth in them. She knew it was all true, and it was like she could hear the fireworks in her head, and she was aware of the thundering of her heart-beat, of the tears that were threatening to fall as the blonde continued.

"You aren't and you have never been my second choice, okay? You are my only choice."

Suddenly Rachel felt her legs buckling underneath the weight of the blonde's confession. She was so overwhelmed by the strength of Quinn's convictions that she literally had to take a step back to breathe. There was a mild slam when her back met her locker door as she processed everything that Quinn had said to her. It had always been her. She was the person that Quinn wanted. She was the right person that Quinn had found. These wonderful thoughts kept spinning around in her head when she began to smile with happy tears falling, as realization set in that she hadn't been alone in her feelings. That she had gotten under Quinn's skin, just as Quinn had gotten under hers.

She looked up into hazel eyes, found nothing but a naked yearning in them that made her stumble over her words. "I never imagined that this would ever- That you could ever- That what I feel- That what I've been feeling for you, could actually be reciprocated."

"What do you feel?" asked the blonde.

Quinn stepped forward and placed a gentle hand on Rachel's cheek, putting a halt to her rushing thoughts. She began to lazily stroke the warm skin with her thumb, wiping away the tears at the same time and Rachel closed her eyes, leaning into the blonde's touch. Quinn softly repeated her question, "What do you feel, Rachel?"

"You make my heart sing," Rachel breathed out, opening her eyes to stare intently into Quinn's watery hazel eyes before tilting her head up. And Quinn didn't hesitate to lean her head down, connecting their lips together for their very first kiss. Rachel moaned at the feel of soft, pliable lips moving against hers, releasing weeks of repressed desires. She shivered at the feel of Quinn's hand moving from her cheek and into her hair. And she felt dizzy with pleasure when long, slender fingers began to entangle themselves in her brunette locks, playfully tugging at it. Her own hands had been stationary at her side until she grabbed hold of Quinn by the waist and pulled the girl towards her, feeling Quinn's trembling body flushed against her own.

When they finally pulled away from the kiss, Rachel breathlessly agreed to the date, giggling when her answer elicited a happy grin from the blonde.


The day after a very enjoyable first date, after much discussion, they came out to everybody in Glee, receiving various cries of "Finally!" (most of them), "That's hot" (Puck) and "Mail-man!" (Finn). As for the rest of the student body, they decided to let them think what they want. They just wanted to be with each other, and with their friends supporting them, they knew they were going to be better than okay. Sure, they got the occasional derogatory insults and a few creepy propositions, but for the most part they were undisturbed. And they were happy. Unbelievably so.

There was a period of getting used to it though. Adjusting themselves to the fact that they were actually allowed to express their desires with each other; their need to be with each other. They had been hiding their feelings for so long that knowing they actually had permission to touch each other, well, it was mind-boggling. They still couldn't believe that touches that used to linger with doubt of whether they were welcomed or not, were now made with the certainty that it was wanted, needed even. They could say the longing words that had been seared into their hearts. And it took some time to get accustomed to being able to look each other in the eyes, knowing the meanings that lurked in them, knowing that they both wanted the same thing. Knowing that they're not imagining it all. And once they got into the rhythm of being together, it was like this was the way things should have been all this time.


Some weeks had passed by, and they were all in Glee. Everybody was spread around the room, talking loudly over each other while Rachel and Quinn were sitting on their own, sharing an intimate moment together. The sight of Rachel sitting delicately on Quinn's lap as the blonde twirled with her girlfriend's silky brown locks with her fingers had by then become so common-place that nobody blinked an eye. Nobody tried to separate them because they knew the girls would find some way to touch each other anyway. It was cute to see Quinn whispering into Rachel's ear, then to suddenly hear the singer's sweet giggle echo in the room and seeing the blonde's proud grin at making her girlfriend laugh. Or to see them sitting silently together, just smiling affectionately at each other. Santana would just roll her eyes at them and tell them to stop giving her cavities from their sappiness and Puck would suggest for them to make out in front of them, consequently earning a smack from the other girls.

On that very day, they were planning their Valentine's Day date for that very night when Mr. Schuester called out to Rachel, forcing the two girls to break apart.

Both girls reluctantly pulled away from each other to look up at him. "Yes, Mr. Schue?"

"You said that you had a song prepared?"

Rachel nodded. "I do."

Quinn looked at her, puzzled, "You do?"

"Of course Quinn. It's Valentine's Day. Do you really think I would let an opportunity to show how much I lo- like you just pass me by?" Rachel's eyes widened and she blushed because she knew that she had just basically told Quinn that she loved her.

Quinn grinned, shaking her head. "No, I guess not," she said. "Especially if it's an opportunity for you to show me how much you lo- like me," she teased, making Rachel's blush deepen.

The brunette pouted, lightly smacking Quinn on the shoulder. "You're so mean to me," she whined.

"You know you love it," her girlfriend replied with a wink and a smug smirk.

"I guess," she conceded grudgingly, rolling her eyes at Quinn.

"Go sing for me, woman," Quinn demanded, practically pushing Rachel off her lap. The singer playfully glared at her girlfriend, to which Quinn gave her a flying kiss as she walked to the piano. She smoothed down her skirt before taking a seat. She started to press the piano keys, playing the melody, then took a deep breath before she began to softly sing.

You were knocking on my door.
I tried but I could not ignore, your soft eyes

You're such a wonderful surprise
I couldn't plan it if I tried
You turn my darkest days to light
Like a morning sun, you're such a wonderful surprise.

Quinn watched her girlfriend singing so passionately, so lost in the music and so breathtaking. She could physically feel the love that poured out of her girlfriend's voice. Her heart raced, letting Rachel's pure, soulful voice wash over her, letting it embrace her in it's warmth. And she knew that the only other better feeling than this, was being wrapped in Rachel's arms. She had previously thought that she would have been the first one to crack, to say that she loved Rachel first. And even though Rachel didn't actually say the words, she knew that it was still there. Rachel loved her.

She couldn't help but think back to how it all began, how Rachel's amazing laughter caught her heart and here they were, together and in love. It was amazing really. She didn't know what was going to happen in the future for her and Rachel. But she couldn't really see a day when she could ever get enough of Rachel. She was always going to want more. And by the tight clutching of her heart, she knew that she wasn't going to stop wanting anytime soon.

I don't think you can do any wrong
You're like the hook in my
favorite song
I wanna sing you

Rachel looked up and found her girlfriend's eyes gazing adoringly at her. She hoped to god that nobody else could see how much Quinn's staring was affecting her. She wondered if it was possible for everybody to see the blush that she knew just had to be visible on her face, to hear the fierce thudding in her heart. She could swear that sometimes her heart-beat really seemed louder than her own voice. She could feel Quinn's eyes moving over her and she tried to suppress a shiver as she tried to get through the song.

Things between the two girls had begun to heat up even more than usual, and they knew that just as the declarations of love were close, so was the next step in their physical relationship. Rachel thought back to the other day when they were making out on her bed when she tried to fight back a gasp when Quinn pulled away to show red, swollen lips and dark, stormy hazel eyes. The very sight of her girlfriend's flushed face made the throbbing ache between her thighs grow exponentially and she didn't know how much longer she could take it before she would ravish the blonde.

Trickles of an applause began to slowly erupt around the room as Rachel sang the last lyric of the song, and she ducked her head down, feeling surprisingly shy. She kept her head low, moving quickly to sit next to Quinn, instinctively reaching out for her girlfriend's hand as Mr. Schuester went to stand in front of everybody and talk about his plans for their Invitationals. As they watched and listened to Mr. Schuester talking, Quinn leaned her head down to whisper to a blushing Rachel, "I love you too."

There was no preamble, no grand gestures. It was just there. Three words said simply because there was nothing else to say. Three perfect words that made Rachel smile brighter than Quinn had ever seen. She kissed the side of her girlfriend's head before placing a loving arm around her small shoulders, pulling her to lean against her. Rachel responded with a kiss on Quinn's cheek and placed her head on the blonde's shoulder, sighing happily.


They were on the phone together, even though they had only just seen each other over an hour ago for their anniversary date, a picnic in the park where they fed each other, watched the clouds pass by as they shared soft, languid kisses and sometimes hard, passionate ones. They spent the time talking about their friends, their future and anything else that came to mind. They were perfectly content to just be with each other, with Quinn laying on her back and Rachel on her side, her head in the crook of the blonde's neck, just feeling each other breathe.

It was hard to let each other go when Quinn dropped her off at home earlier. Actually, it had become very hard to do that lately. Being away from each other or just not being in each others presence. There were days when either girl would wake up in the morning and turn to her side, for whatever reason, thinking that her girlfriend would be there beside her, ready with a smile and a good-morning kiss. And every single time, they were struck with a pang of disappointment when they realized they were on their own. The ache of separation was so fierce and so painful, and they wondered if it was healthy to feel like this, whether there were other couples who felt the same way about their other half. But as soon as their eyes caught each others, they would feel their pulses race and their hearts' violent thuds. And when they were finally wrapped in each others embrace and the incredible feeling of love settled over them, they knew they wouldn't have it any other way.

"Can you believe that it's been two months since we got together?"

"And to think we almost didn't because of some silly girl," Quinn teased.

Rachel huffed in protest. "Hey, I didn't know you were talking about me at the diner. It was a legitimate worry! How was I to know anyway?"

"I thought I was so obvious. Everybody else seemed to see it. I thought you did too. Guess I need to learn how to be less subtle with expressions of my affection for you, huh?"

Rachel nodded even though she knew her girlfriend couldn't see her. "I agree whole-heartedly."

"Oh really? Would you like me to serenade you from outside your window before you go to sleep as my first demonstration of a less subtle expression of my affection for you?" Quinn jokingly offered.

"It would be an excellent start, yes."

"Okay, I'll be there in ten minutes."

Rachel sat up in her bed. "What? Quinn, no wait! I was kidding!" She began to panic when there was no response. "Quinn!"

Then she heard Quinn's giggle through the phone so she lay back down, pressing her hand to her forehead in relief. She smiled indulgently at Quinn's playful laughter. "Had you going, didn't I?"

"Yes, you idiot," Rachel scolded, still a little weakened from the sudden spike in her adrenaline. Not that she would have actually hated it if Quinn were standing outside her window to sing to her. She missed having Quinn's arms wrapped around her.

"I would do it y'know. For you, I would. If you wanted me to serenade you with my guitar in the middle of the night, I totally would. The dogs and the neighborhood screaming at me to shut up can join me at the bridge. It would be epic."

Rachel bit down on her bottom lip, unable to stop the huge grin that she knew was on her face. "You're crazy," she sleepily sighed, her tone laced with sincere affection.

"Crazy for you, yeah." Rachel fought a blush at Quinn's words, loving how the blonde so easily made her feel so cherished.

"I guess we can be crazy together then because I'm crazy for you too," Rachel said so softly that Quinn had to strain to hear it

There was a short silence and Rachel had to wonder if maybe Quinn had fallen asleep already, when she heard Quinn quietly mumble her name, "Rachel?"

"Yes, Quinn?"

"I miss you already," the blonde softly declared.

Rachel sighed wistfully. "I miss you too."


It had been fifteen minutes since they reluctantly said goodnight when Rachel frowned as she could have sworn that she heard something that sounded like little rocks being pelted at her glass window. She turned to lay on her side, thinking that it was just her imagination. She looked back over her shoulder at her window when she heard it again. So she got out of bed, pulled her curtains aside, and there she was, her Quinn smiling shyly and standing outside her house, holding what looked like her guitar case in one hand, and waving dorkily at her with the other. The brunette opened her window and stuck her head out, calling out to her girlfriend.

"Quinn! It's late. What are you doing here?"

The blonde put down her guitar case and took out the instrument. "Serenading you, duh," she airily replied, as if it wasn't the first time she snuck out of her house to sing to her girlfriend. She smirked, seeing Rachel's adorable bed-head, then she shrugged. "And I figure this way, it'll be the fastest and surest way to get into your pants." Quinn grinned cheekily.

Rachel rolled her eyes. "You are so romantic," she replied sarcastically. But Quinn knew that even though it looked and sounded like Rachel was annoyed with her as the huge, beautiful smile on her face betrayed her and she knew that Rachel was secretly loving it all.

"I know. Now shut up and let me sing the damn song already."

I like the way you sound in the morning
We're on the phone and without a warning
I realize your laugh is the best sound I have ever heard
I like the way I can't keep my focus
I watch you talk, but you didn't notice
I hear the words but all I can think is
We should be together

Rachel knew that for all her bravado, Quinn was shy and was quickly beginning to doubt her decision about being there. The blonde was studiously looking down at her guitar while she played and Rachel knew that Quinn didn't really need to do that at all. Her guitar playing was flawless to Rachel's musically-trained ear. But it was still a charming image that definitely did not fail to bowl her over, her beautiful girlfriend serenading her underneath the moonlight. She was glad that her dads were away for the week, otherwise they probably would have called the police by the time Quinn ended the first verse, thinking that it was a house burglar or something and not their sixteen-year-old daughter's girlfriend singing her a song.

Every time you smile, I'll smile
And every time you shine, I'll shine for you
I'm feeling you baby
Don't be afraid to jump, then fall
Jump, then fall into me
Baby, I'm never gonna leave you
Say that you wanna be with me too
Our mistake through it all
So jump then fall

When Quinn looked up to Rachel's window after strumming the last chord, she was crushed to see the window closed and the curtain drapes had been pulled over it. She quickly placed her guitar back into it's case and made to walk back home when she heard the front door open and she saw Rachel stood there in the doorway. Her heart began to race and she had to remind herself to take in a much-needed breath upon seeing Rachel's sleeping attire up-close: a tank top and very, very short boxer shorts. Her eyes raked slowly over the brunette's tight, petite body, taking in the long tanned legs, pouty lips and disheveled hair, and Quinn felt the familiar ache of arousal making it's presence known.

Trying to maintain an air of nonchalance, she raised a questioning eyebrow at her girlfriend.

In response, Rachel quirked her own eyebrow then crooked her index finger at Quinn, whispering huskily, "Get in here."

She watched as a seductive, teasing smile arrived on Rachel's face and really, Quinn didn't need to be told twice. She raced towards her girlfriend, kicking the door closed as they kissed then climbed up the stairs to Rachel's bedroom where they made love until well into the early morning.

- THE END -