Quinn decides that she'll go ahead with Shelby's plan; forgive herself. However, she likes this look, she feels comfortable. Quinn keeps the jeans, worn out Chucks, tee-shirts and zip up hoodies. She re-dyes her hair, keeping a strip of pink; starting at the right of her bangs and end at the nape of her neck. With the cooler weather, the beanies stay out and about. The good little Christian girl just reminds her too much of her sins.
Hell, if Puck can keep that dead animal of a mowhawk on his head, she can be comfortable. She fell back against her bed, her iPod softly playing Florence and the Machine in the background. She briefly thought about getting the baby girl back, but honestly, what was she going to prove? Just another teen mom in Lima. Just another notch in the statistics. Quinn sighed. Beth was in a good home, with a reasonably good woman; right? Why would she want to bring that angel into a broken home with a emotionally unstable teenager and recovering alcoholic mother?
She rubbed her hands over her face. How can Puck be able to do this and she can't. Why can't she just get her feet on the ground and just feel like a person?
KNOCK, KNOCK! Quinn sits up and her one eyebrow lifts. She looks over at her alarm clock, 6:45 in florescent green lights. She shrugs on the black zip-up and grabs a beanie before heading down stairs. Her mother isn't around, Saturday nights she usually isn't seen until Sunday afternoon; church a distant memory. Quinn peers out the peephole anda familiar drumming noise starts to beat against her skull. It used to be a small, steady beat, but recently, it's been getting louder, louder than sirens and bells. She can't even fight the small smile that works its way to her face.
She opened the door, and Rachel smiled big up at her. "What's up, Berry?"
Rachel nodded and took a deep breath, "Well, you see Quinn, I was at first going for a drive, seeing as it's getting cool to go for my nightly runs, but I still craved to be outside. So, as I'm driving I realize I was only a few blocks away from you, so I thought to stop by, to make sure you didn't get sick from sitting in the rain yesterday afternoon, then as I parked, I realize that I could have very well just texted you or Facebook messaged or even called. As I was knocking I came to the conclusion I really just wanted to see you."
Quinn smiled, maybe this sin will be easy to appease; something sweeter than Heaven cannot be a sin. But the heat rolling over her, hotter than Hell itself, Quinn is convinced, just might be a sin; a delicious, satisfing sin. She can't find herself to care. Forgive and let live, right? "Come on in, Rachel," Quinn stepped to the side to let the girl in. "I'm surprised you look... Normal?" Rachel was wearing a small Wicked hoodie that still look a little baggy on her small frame and dark-denim skinny jeans with black flats.
Rachel threw a saucy wink over her shoulder, "You'd be surprised how normal I can be, Fabray."
Quinn went to say something, but the words died in her throat. She was sure Rachel could hear the drumming; who couldn't? Quinn shook her head and went to close the door. "You hungry?"
Rachel clasped her hands behind her back and twirled and smiled with the most adorable smile Quinn ever saw. Her feet slowly took her to the tiny diva, and before she could stop herself, Quinn brought her hand up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind Rachel's ear. The beating in her head was almost deafening. "We could order take-out. Maybe Thai or something?" Rachel's voice was quiet, as if not to break the silence.
Only it wasn't silent. It was loud, booming, and deafening. And for once, the voices in Quinn's head who tell her to be the perfect little girl are drowned out. For once, Quinn can hear her own desires, loud and clear.
Maybe this what forgiveness sounds like. The drumming beat that plays at max volume when Rachel is around. Maybe Rachel is the beginning. Quinn is glad for the beating drum, it moves her. then everything is silent and tense.
She didn't plan to kiss Rachel. She only wnated to ask for forgivness. However, if the way that Rachel is reacting to the kiss, she knows she's forgiven. As the kiss went from sweet and curious, it turned into passionate and heated, the drumming beat kicking up again, loud enough to almost throw her off Rachel. But the tiny starlet grabs hold of Quinn's hoodie and arches into Quinn's body. Quinn grabbed Rachel's hips pulling her impossibly closer. As the beat slowed in ehr head, so did the kiss untill they broke apart, but not by far. Quinn slowly opened her eyes to see deep brown ones.
"Rach, I..."
"Don't aploogize, and please, please don't run. I want this. I've wanted this for a long time, Quinn. I suspected something was there when you drew those pornographic drawings inthe bathroom. Adn when you told me you didn't hate me, and let my guard around you. I knew I was head over heels for you when we did our duet. Honestly, Quinn, you aren't subtle," Rachel lightly teased, her lips ghosting over Quinn's lips.
Quinn rolled her eyes, was she really that obvious? "Well, what do you suppose we do about it, Berry?" Quinn titled her head, leaning in. A touch. what was it that Miss Holiday said? Everything starts with just a touch.
"I suppose you could order dinner and we continue to talk about this new development in our relationship?" Rachel sneaks her fingers under Quinn's beanie, playing witht he soft pink hair underneath.
Quinn shut her eyes and pressed ehr lips and little harder to Rachel's, a moan escaping both of them. "Just talk? I think I have beeter ideas for your mouth."
Rachel chuckled against Quinn. "If you're a good girl, Q. Now be a good host, and get the Thai menu."
Quinn pulled Rachel closer when the girl tried to move to the couch. Quinn tucked her head down and clung to Rahcel ina tight hug, "You're something else, Rachel Berry." Rachel shrugged and held Quinn. Thai could wait a few more minutes.