Quinn Fabray, My Girlfriend?
Chapter 2.
A/N: Hello, guys! (ALSO I'M SOOO SORRY THERE WERE SO MANY ERRORS IN THAT LAST CHAPTER, IT WAS NOT INTENTIONAL, THAT IS NOT IN ANY WAY HOW I USUALLY WRITE!)
So as I mentioned I really only wanted this to be a one-shot, and not a complete filler. One of the reasons for this was that the prompt gave no specific ending or really a set direction they wanted the story to go in. But, I decided since I've received SO many requests to continue it, I will. But not for too many chapters because I'm really busy with other stories and beta-ing and all of that.
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~I based the thoughts of the car scene in a real life, awful accident that I was involved in, so just be aware that these kind of things happen: always be safe on the road.~
2 Weeks Later
Quinn decided to leave some time for Rachel to relax and gather her thoughts. The process was not easy at all for her, she had to force her way through the last few days of school and the beginning stages of college preparation by herself. The worst part was the condescending looks in the hallways, the lingering hands of sympathy and whispers of "I'm sorry to hear what happened, how is she doing?"
Quinn was learning to cope each new day though, preparing a plan to regain her girlfriend in her grasp yet again. She lost Rachel once, and she was not letting it happen again. The one problem Quinn definitely was going to encounter like a barrier was Rachel's sexuality. It took Rachel almost an entire school year to overcome her fear of homophobia, and gaining the courage to let her true feelings arise. Quinn had a problem with that also, afraid of the hatred and destructive slurs that was sure to head their way. However, they had the opposite reaction. Both girls were fearful for nothing, almost everyone was completely accepting of their impending relationship. After Rachel said yes to Quinn asking to be together, their relationship bloomed like summer flowers.
They were truly happy, and they rarely ever fought. For once in both of their lives, there was no trouble. But Quinn soon realized that was just the calm before the storm, and right now was the hazardous hurricane. Quinn and Rachel even manipulated their college degree wants so that they could attend the same University, so distance wasn't even a problem. At least Quinn never thought that anything could go wrong with their relationship. Cheating would never become an issue because neither girl could proudly present the statement that they were lesbian, neither of them felt an attraction to other women. They were soul-mates, and Quinn wasn't ready to break their loving link just yet.
As Quinn rounded the long, pale hallway of the recovery unit she slowed her pace to a walk. She hadn't realized that she had been jogging down the corridors, she didn't need to rush. Must just be the panic thing, again. She thought, a frown placing across her lips. As soon as Quinn received the call about the car accident, images of a dying Rachel was planted into her mind. Visualizations of her tiny Lexus barrel rolling down the highway, glass erupting in streams across the pavement, traffic slowing down around the destroyed vehicle repeated in cinematic fashion in her thoughts. Quinn Fabray will never, not in a million years, forget the numerous phone calls she received that night. From hospitals, from the police, car companies...terrified parents and friends. They all thought that Quinn was the hub of information, and in a way she was. However, that wasn't really something Quinn enjoyed. That meant that every single time someone called wondering, she'd have to repeat the scene over and over again, or hear about how in such bad condition Rachel had been in. It wasn't the most comfortable of actions, they caused her terrifying nightmares for weeks and paranoia on random occasions.
"Can I see your identification, please?" Asked a young, male nurse with curly hair and a dark skintone.
"My what?" Quinn questioned, he must be knew. All of the nurses and doctors knew exactly who Quinn was. After all, she had sat by Rachel nonstop, visiting almost every available second.
"I.D? You know? Like… all the staff have them?" The boy shifted on his feet, looking incredibly awkward and confused at the same time.
Quinn laughed wholeheartedly, something she hadn't done in a while. Yep. Definitely new. "Oh, dear. I don't work here. I'm looking for my g- friend." She corrected. Glancing at his nametag, she noticed that his name was Blaine. Cute name. Quinn rapidly shook her head, that was a bad thought.
"I- They um. They cleared all of the patients from here yesterday…It's pretty empty over here. I mean, unless your friends with the crazy nun, then I don't think your friend is staying here. " Blaine glanced to her, shifting on his feet yet again in the hallway. Quinn shook her head, and she looked even more confused. "Well, if you'd like I can look her up for you?"
"Please." Quinn asked, following Blaine to the Nurse's kiosk in the middle of the square room, noticing that most of the rooms were closed off. "What's going on over here? Zombie apocalypse?" Quinn joked, smiling as he sat down in a deskchair in front of a hospital computer.
Blaine laughed, then looked up at her. He stuttered for a moment, freezing when he made eye contact with her. His eyes raked down her body, and Quinn ultimately felt uncomfortable. She felt weird, being eyed up like that. It was odd because in her younger days this was a normal occurrence every single day in high school and even in public. "Um. Wha-What's her name? Or his?" Blaine questioned, his eyes immediately flashing back down to the screen.
"Rachel. Rachel Berry." Quinn announced, waiting anxiously for her room number.
"R-a-c-h-e-l B-e-r-r-y." Blaine sounded out, typing in synchronization with his wording. "Okay, room 336-E. So that means you have to walk across to the East side, go up to the third floor. There will be a long ass yellow hallway that you need to walk straight down, and then make a right after the 3rd turn." Blaine finished, breathing heavily.
Quinn giggled, "Thank you very much, Blaine." She smiled, and gave a quick wave goodbye before turning down the hallway.
"Wait!" Blaine shouted, jumping up in his seat to talk to Quinn. "I, um. I know I would regret not asking this, but can I have your number…?" Blaine wondered, a hopeful look flashing on his face.
Quinn panicked, not sure whether to say yes or not. She was still hopelessly enamored with Rachel, but something was telling her to give it to Blaine. Maybe he just wanted to be friends? Quinn could live with that, after all, she'd need all the support she could get. On the plus side, Blaine would know how to cope with these things since he probably dealt with them on a daily basis.
"Sure." Quinn smiled again, and rattled off her digits. Blaine gave a quick head nod, with a promise to call her as soon as he could. Quinn left, and rushed toward the elevators.
"Rach?" Quinn knocked softly before opening the large wooden doors leading to the room.
"Hm?" Rachel hummed, moving swiftly around the now completely furnished room. Quinn could tell she had just been singing, she always had this afterglow that radiated from her after she finished a song.
"How are you feeling?" Quinn pondered, moving to sit on one of the plush chairs that were resting in the lounge area of the room. It was weird…seeing Rachel after not being in contact for weeks.
"Wha-Oh. Quinn. Hello." Rachel said, organizing her magazines that were placed in one of the shelves that the hospital had arranged in the large suite.
"Hey. I'll take that as 'good'." Quinn smiled, placing her handbag on the floor.
"Yes, I have been great, in fact! The staff here is so incredibly nice. They informed me on everything; why I'm here, how long I'll have to stay. And…all about you, too." Rachel turned around, and gave Quinn a soft smile.
Quinn nodded, returning the bright look. "So…what do you remember?"
"I…What do you mean? Like, my literal last memory? Or-" Rachel pointed between the space between them. "Us?"
"Both, actually. I know you remember me somewhat, just not sure up to what point."
"The last memory I have is of sitting at the dinner table with my father after going out shopping with Kurt…junior year of high school, I believe." Rachel finished, looking over to Quinn.
Quinn's face fell. Junior year meant that they were barely on a friendly basis. Okay, so they talked a bit more than often, but they weren't in love. Not yet, in Rachel's mind anyway.
"You threw slushy's at me, Quinn. I thought we were friends, at the least." Rachel finished, sighing as she sat down in the chair next to Quinn's lithe figure.
"I know I did. But that's the thing, Rachel. I did. Not recently, in fact. I haven't even done that since beginning of junior year. Yo-you.. I- I changed. I changed so rapidly to be honest. It was the best thing that I ever did myself, and you… you changed too, but in a different way." Quinn felt the sting of tears starting to form in her eyes, here comes the truth.
"I'm sure you did, but Quinn. I don't remember that. To me… none of that ever happened." Rachel argued, feeling a bit of hurt. Rachel honest to God felt bad that she couldn't remember that. Deep down, she knew that Quinn was a great person, and Rachel had been dying to see that side of her. Of course she'd go and forget it.
"Do you want me to tell you…what happened? Please?" Quinn pleaded, hope gorging through her mind. Rachel needed to know, the truth had to be revealed and soon. All of this bottling up Quinn's feelings was taking a toll, she was ready to burst.
Rachel nodded, sitting back in her chair.
"Okay. Well, I guess mid-year you and I started talking, a lot. We became close, almost best friends. The entire student body was shocked. After you made me realize, that my harsh bullying and all of that hate was just a shield, I alternated. I almost switched into a different form. And do you know why?" Quinn was now sobbing quietly, and she turned to look at Rachel, who also had a pained look on her face.
"You. You changed me, Rach. You made me someone new, someone great. I…I came out. During February. You came out to me, shortly thereafter. It was a hard process, so hard. Your dads, they were completely okay with it. You didn't turn lesbian, by the way. Just said you were exploring the possibilities and you told them you had feelings for a girl. They accepted it, and forced you to let them meet me. At the time, I had no idea you loved me. I was completely fallen for you by then, and my parents... they kicked me out. It was even worse than the pregnancy. I haven't spoken to either of them since last year, I moved in with you. Eventually though, I got a job. I got my own apartment, and we finished the year together, in love. And for Kurt, by gosh Kurt, you have missed so much on him. He has a boyfriend now, you know. I haven't even met him yet, it was like a month ago. It seems pretty serious though, and I know he wants you to meet him." Quinn sighed, patting Rachel's hand in a supporting manner. She stared at the action, and opened her mouth to speak. When nothing came out, Quinn continued.
"I know this is all so much to hear right now, it's hard for me to even say it. But we were so happy. We were in love, Rachel. I asked you to be mine on Valentine's day, and since then we have been the perfect two. We made plans for college together. You got accepted into NYADA, and I was going to study law at NYU. It was all perfect, it really was." Quinn choked out, and was incredibly shocked when she felt Rachel's warm hands take her into a comforting embrace.
"I can feel it.." Rachel coughed out, pouring her emotions out at the same time.
"You can w-what?" Quinn stuttered, breaking from her hold to stare at her.
"I don't remember it, really…but it feels like truth. It seems familiar, like deja-vu or something." Rachel said, using hand motions to show her confusion.
"It's all the truth, I swear." Quinn said, then turned to look at her skeptically. "This isn't another one of your acting exercises Rachel Berry, is it?"
"No, not at all!" Rachel said, immediately backing into defense. "I really believe you…Do you mind if you go now? I think I need some time to l-let that all settle in…"
"Of course, Rachel." Quinn got up, gathering her bag and then turned back to look at her. "Kiss me." Quinn pleaded, looking at Rachel with a gleam of hope shimmering on her face.
"I-I.." Rachel started, looking up at her with tear-stained eyes.
"It might help? For you to feel it again? And, to be honest, I've missed you so so much Rachel." Quinn walked over to her, and let Rachel get used to the feeling of Rachel's dainty hands fitting into Rachel's cheekbones.
It felt right, comfortable for Rachel so she gave in. Quinn pressed her pink, soft lips against Rachel's. She could taste the salty tang of tears, but Rachel gave way yet again. They kissed for a few seconds, a tangle of lips, before Quinn pulled away.
Quinn started to walk out, leaving Rachel to her own thoughts when Rachel pulled her back by the hand. Rachel grabbed Quinn's head roughly, holding in place. Rachel pressed her lips in yet again, this time with more force against Quinn's. She immediately felt her head spin with anticipation, the feeling all too overwhelming since Quinn hadn't felt it in such a long time. After Rachel pushed against her lips again, she pulled back and leaned her forehead against Quinn's in an attempt to steady her breathing.
"I…I think that I remember..." Rachel whispered quietly, smiling widely as she looked into Quinn's now open eyes.
Ending Note: Yay for happy endings. There will be one more chapter, to see how they played out. If they kept the relationship, or if it ended there. Who knows! :P Well, I do of course.
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