Girl Of My Dreams: Chapter 2
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Quinn POV
I knew that staying up so late was a horrible idea! I almost slept through my alarm, which happened to be a recording of Rachel singing 'Don't Rain on My Parade', and I hit my hand on the shelf in order to turn it off. Now my hand is bruised and I'm almost running late for my dat-meeting with Rachel! I nearly sprint downstairs to make sure my mom was up so she could take me to the Lima Bean. I haven't been very comfortable with driving since the accident and this way if I'm too late I could blame it on traffic or my mom. I trip my way back up the stairs to my room where I sloppily threw on some old pair of jeans that were starting to fade and my new Yale sweatshirt and made my way to the car, after yelling to my mother to hurry.
She, pitifully slow, strolled to the driver's seat and opened up the door, sitting in the seat as if she had all the time in the world. I'm sure she could feel the waves of distress radiating from me but she insisted on taking her precious time.
"Please, Quinnie. Patience is a virtue! Rachel won't mind if you happen to be a few minutes late. She's an understanding girl! I doubt she'd complet…" I tune my mother out as I made another quick inspection of my hair and mentally cringe when I notice I forgot to apply makeup this morning. I literally look like I just got out of bed! Well…Considering the circumstances I suppose that's true but I must look my best in front of Rachel. I'm tempted to ask my mom to take me back home for a few minutes but I notice we're almost there! I didn't even notice when she started the car…She must have been speeding or something because she has cut the usual five minutes it takes to get there in half!
My panic intensifies when she drives into the parking lot. She has barley placed her foot on the break before I place a kiss on her cheek and open up the car door to get out.
"Quinn!" She yelled to me as I'm about to walk through the doors of the café. "You're about to leave your wallet in the car!"
I can feel my cheeks heat up slightly as I jog back to the car to retrieve the item. I can tell by the look on her face that I'm not being myself to day. Yep, the cool, calm and collected Quinn Fabray is out the window, along with my sanity and good looks. Let's see how well this impresses Rachel…
"Thanks mom," I mutter as she hands me my wallet. Thankfully I open it up and notice there's only two dollars in there before she leaves. I shamefully ask her for a ten, reassuring her I'll pay her back.
This is beyond embarrassing. I walk into the Lima Bean and look around, noticing Rachel is nowhere in sight. I force a sigh of relief since I'm not the only one running late. I figure that when Rachel arrives I can order for both of us and insist on paying so I sit down at a small table in the middle of the shop. I check my phone to see if Rachel had called or texted to inform me of her unusual tardiness when I notice the time. 9:07. For some reason this doesn't seem right to me so I scroll through Rachel's texts to see when I was supposed to come.
From Rachel, Friday May 1, 2012, 2:37pm: Hello Quinn. I understand how this is slightly out of the blue but I was wondering if you will be free tomorrow. I wanted to speak with you at the Lima Bean about something that has been on my mind lately and I believe it would be best to do so in person before we depart. If possible could you meet me at 9:30-10:00 tomorrow morning? – Rachel Berry
'She's so cute,' I think with a small, shy smile creeping on my face, 'wait…9:30-10:00?' I groan at my rashness and stupidity. To think, I could have had more time to prepare myself this morning!
I decide to take another look around. Only a few people are standing in line to order their quick morning fix. A few of the Cheerios, probably preparing themselves for the first Summer Practice coach makes the recurring girls do. I'm positive coach won't be happy to know they're downing caffeine before she makes them run countless laps and do extensive training… Well, sucks to be them I guess.
I look away, slight nostalgia arising, and decide I could write more 'Rachel Poetry'. I pull out the small college ruled notebook that I had left over from school and opened it to a blank page.
She's my breath of fresh air She's the gentle breeze I crave her touch, beauty and pleasant smell
My thunderous heart beat
She's the eyes I use to stare
The reason I can't speak
Of a blazing summer's day
Though she causes me to freeze
When she's walking my way
I live off of her voice and eyes
And with each flip of her hair I'm sent to hell
Too bad she's into guys
Why do I keep on doing that?
If I had the chance I'd be her everything
The spotter who catches her fall
Where every night I can hear her sing
Or some of the hungry moans she'll call
What? I can't write well when I'm tired, okay?
Just one kiss is all it'll take
To send me up above
I hope I'll no longer have to fake
And say I'm not falling in lov-
"Good morning Quinn," A beautiful voice calls out as I abruptly slam my notebook closed. I swiftly look up and glance into the most beautiful, deep, expressing brown eyes I've ever seen.
"Good morning to you too, Rachel," I barley breath out as my heart increases its speed. I swear, at this rate it can outrun a bullet train…
"I hope I didn't keep you waiting. I honestly thought I'd be here before you." She smiles softly as she sets down her purse on the table. Before she sits down I take a chance to look at her outfit. Thank god it's summer! Not to act like a pig or anything but I'm nearly drooling. Her simple, thin turquoise tank top seems a bit tight as it's hugging all of her curves (or my favorite curves) perfectly, while her super, super short jean shorts would give me a perfect view of her cute little, excuse my language, ass, if only she turned around… Wow, I sound like Puck, I feel really dirty. Unfortunately that doesn't stop me from saying, "You look really hot today, Rach!" with a huge smile.
Realization of what I just said hits me as I start to madly blush and attempt to correct myself, "I mean, you look like it's really hot outside! Summer hasn't even officially started yet! You do look nice though!" Yeah, I'm definitely not myself today.
Still madly embarrassed, I look down to my feet, hands in my lap, and to my dismay my shoes aren't even the same pair! Thankfully Rachel hasn't noticed my blush and gives a response.
"Well, while I agree it's not too hot outside I didn't want to miss the opportunity to receive vitamin D and enjoy the climate of Lima before I'm off to New York. Thank you for the compliment though, you look," she gently bites on her bottom lip that makes me want to pass out, "nice yourself! Is that your new Yale sweatshirt?" She says, slightly impressed. I know she's lying, I think I look like trash… Well, she was with Finn for years and he dressed worse than this so maybe she's used to it?
"Yes, my mother bought it for me a few weeks ago and gave it to me as part of my graduation gift." I sigh, not really wanting to remind myself how I'll be leaving soon. "So, would you like to get some coffee before you tell me what you wanted to say?" I'm just hoping she doesn't notice my shoe problem as I boldly stand up and gesture to the register. "I'll pay, if you don't mind." I say quietly, still embarrassed.
At first she's reluctant to me paying but after a bit of persuasion, saying that she can always pay next time (smooth Fabray), we walk up to the counter and order. She makes small talk about her favorite type of coffee and how restricted she is because she is a vegan but she quickly reassures that she enjoys the life style. I'm eagerly listening to every word as if one will be the last she'll ever say until our drinks are prepared and we return to our table.
I sit down first because Rachel has yet to see my shoes and I no longer want to risk that happening, while she is more cautious before descending to her chair. I wait for a few minutes, watching her wring her hands nervously and tap on her coffee cup before she speaks.
"Quinn, I know you're wondering why I've called you hear on such short notice but something has been eating me up the past few days and I needed to talk to you about it…" Her nervousness was getting me nervous. I can practically hear the words come out of her beautiful mouth now, 'I'm gay for you. Let's have gabies, right now. Just help me take these pants off…'...
"Brittany messaged me on Facebook Friday morning, I think she may have been drunk, but she was saying something about you and Santana and fixing the prom votes... I-Is that true?"
I stare at her for a few moments before I respond, "To be honest yes. Neither Santana nor I really deserved to win, at least not as much as you did. Santana and I are damaged goods while you're the only truly pure thing we have left in Lima and at the time you needed a push to fallow your dream. I'm just glad I was able to show you how amazing you are to everyone and to yourself. You've called me pretty and beautiful, though you should have only called yourself those things," a sudden surge of courage rushed inside me as I say, "You're gorgeous Rachel Berry, inside and out, which is something you must cherish," I reach over and place my hand on top of hers and electric sparks are dancing along where we touch.
She looks…Slightly terrified, oh my God, I've completely ruined my friendship! Seeing the look on her face I remove my hand as she hastily gets up from her seat and mutters an apology and nearly whispers a goodbye. Startled, I watch her figure disappear into her car from the window and look as she drives away.
I stare at where Rachel was sitting less than a minute ago, the emotions on her face replaying in my mind as I try to force myself not to cry, though a single tear ends up falling down onto my latte. Why the hell did I say all those things?
Getting up myself I rush out of the store and run to the direction of my house. I'm going to have to fix it before it gets worse, but first I think I need to talk to someone…
A/N 2: Hey guys! Thanks for reading this chapter! :) Sorry about the little sprinkles of angst at the end, I'm kind of just experimenting with some things. So, please feel free to review and give ideas about what you'd like to see in this story! That could help me a lot!