Chapter 2
Quinn POV
6:18 pm. Those are the numbers that are staring at me from the screen of my phone. I'm lying on my bed with my laptop in front of me opened to Skype and waiting for Kurt to accept my request to add him as a contact. I look at my phone again: 6:19. I'm so nervous; I haven't even touched my food. I don't even know why I'm so nervous. I mean, it's just Rachel Berry. I've known her since middle school. We've been official friends for about a year now. Another stolen glance at the time, but this time on my computer: 6:21. Why is time going by so slow? I decide that I need to occupy myself. I minimize Skype and log onto Facebook and twitter and even start to read up on some Shakespeare online. I become so immersed in distracting myself, I almost forget I'm waiting on a call; that is until I hear the familiar chimes of the Skype and see the picture of Kurt and Rachel appear over Shakespeare's fifth sonnet. I look at the displayed time in the corner of my screen: 6:27. I nervously press 'answer with video'. A black screen comes up while loading their camera feed and I see myself in the corner. Kurt is the first thing I hear.
"Hey Quinn! Long time no talk! I've gotta run, but here's Rachel! Bye!"
The video feed comes in clear and I can see Rachel give Kurt a look before looking back at me. I can hear Kurt grab what I assume to be his coat and the door somewhat slide open and shut with a loud noise. Rachel and I don't rush to say anything just yet. She looks a little embarrassed and keeps her head down. I look at her and notice some changes in her face and hair, and even her shirt looks different. It looks like Kurt and/or the Big Apple have finally made Rachel look like the beautiful woman that she truly is. She finally looks up at me.
Rachel's POV
5:05pm. I'm finally out of that disastrous dance class. Cassandra July is going to be the literal death of me. I just can't wait until I get back to the awesome apartment I share with my best friend, Kurt. As much as I hate Cassandra July, her class is starting to get better and I love the rest of my classes at NYADA. I hop on the subway heading over to mine and Kurt's Bushwick flat and I scroll through my messages. I haven't heard from Finn at all. I haven't seen or heard from him since I got to New York after graduation. I know there's like some time that he can't have contact with the outside world, but I'm pretty sure Kurt said it was only for a couple of weeks. It's been four and a half months since graduation. I miss him. I step off the subway and climb the nearby stairs to get back to city level. Continuously scrolling through my messages, I see those that are from another fellow Glee club member that I haven't talked to since graduation. Quinn. I don't know what to say to her really. I know that there is a lot that I could tell her about. We promised to stay in touch; we even have metro passes that she bought for us. For some unknown reason I just won't text her back.
"RACHEL!" I hear a familiar voice from somewhere behind me. I turn to find Kurt holding a small bag of food from our favorite Thursday take-out restaurant.
"Rachel! Finally! I've been calling your name for like five minutes and trying to catch up to you, all while not messing up my amazing outfit."
"Hey Kurt, I'm sorry, I was just thinking."
"Ooohhh, anything, anyone good?" He asks with a wink.
"No no no." I quickly close out the open messages and return to the home screen on my phone before I place it back in my coat pocket. "It's nothing; nobody important."
"What time is it?" He looks his phone, which is currently in his hand. 6:02pm. I hear him mutter under his breath, "Great! A little after six should be good."
"Why is it good?"
"What?" He looks like a crook caught red-handed.
I repeat my question. "Why is it good? You said it's a little after six and that is should be good. I asked why it's good."
"Oh, it's nothing. Nothing important. Everything's great, Rachel, how are you?" he says, quickly trying to recover from his little slip.
"I'm okay. July is still kicking my ass. She's a little nicer, but not by much."
By this time we've reached our building. I look at my phone to look at the time, but really to check for messages. 6:10pm. We get upstairs and Kurt drops everything into the kitchen area and I go change into something less NYADA and more new Rachel Berry. I go into the kitchen and see a plate full of my favorites, but nothing for Kurt.
"C'mon and eat, Rach."
"Where's your food?"
"Questions, questions. Aren't you the inquisitive one?" He winks at me and opens up his laptop. Because of our sitting positions at the table, I begin eating and watch him carefully. His eyes light up and grabs his phone. He shoots off a quick text to someone unknown and then puts his attention back onto his laptop. He soon starts clicking things and then I hear the sound of a Skype call.
"Um, Kurt, it's our movie night. Blaine knows this, why are you calling him on Skype? It's almost 6:30. What movie are we watching tonight? You still haven't answered my question about your food."
He easily evades my line of questioning again, "Again with the questions. Just be patient and everything will be revealed to you." Kurt turns his computer around to face me just as the call is being answered and yells.
"Hey Quinn! Long time no talk! I've gotta run, but here's Rachel! Bye!"
Hearing the name 'Quinn', I freeze. Kurt looks at me lovingly and apologetically. I give him a look saying What am I supposed to do? You know I haven't talked to her! Why are you leaving me? Help me! Kurt quickly leaves the apartment. I can feel her eyes on me and I look at my hands, which have now taken residence on the table. I feel like she's bored a hole through my face and I finally look up to lock eyes and say the first thing that comes to my mind: "How's the weather?"
I know it's kind of a weird ending. I also know that it's short, but I've split this skype call into a few different chapters. I'll try to make this a weekly thing as much as I can. -sammy
