Chapter 2
Perfect
It was very silent in the hotel room as Quinn sat on the floor by the bedside table with her back to the bed and Rachel sat on the bed with her legs crossed. They were both still digesting the fact that they had gotten into such a mess and now their managers were suggesting they get married to cover up what happened. Under normal circumstances they wouldn't have suggested something so extreme but there was something in this particular situation that called for such an extreme. Fear of Quinn's secret being exposed was the biggest factor in this decision. The fear of her deepest, darkest secret was her manager's concern and because of this, between the managers, this decision was what they saw as the best solution. Rachel was now a liability for Quinn's career and so here they were. Rachel's manager was not told about the details of the secret but was only told that it could potentially hurt Quinn's career if it was ever discovered by others.
Rachel wanted to rock back and forth on the bed while she chewed on her thumb. She was still in shock about discovering a secret that made everything change. Every interaction they had in high school … every derogatory name Quinn called her … it all made sense now why she did and said all of those things to her. Rachel felt mystified by these thoughts because it was all a projection defense mechanism on Quinn's part. The part of Quinn that she hated most was what made her so insecure and that was how she most likely started targeting Rachel on that first day of high school. There must have been something about her that made Quinn feel even more insecure in her own skin … something like a constant reminder of who she wanted to be. Rachel guessed that it must have been that she was rather feminine in many ways, her short stature, her small, feminine hands, and her constantly wearing short skirts. They must have all been reminders to Quinn why she hated herself so much. Rachel could tell from the very beginning that Quinn hated herself, had absolutely no love for herself whatsoever.
Rachel thought back to each instance and every insult hurled her way passed pink lips: RuPaul, man hands, treasure trail, stubbles, and so many more. They were all derogatory and rude but they always pointed to one thing and one thing alone: the de-feminizing of her as a young woman. The realization of this alone sent Rachel reeling with a new perspective on the things that had been said and done all through high school. Quinn never let her boyfriends do anything with her and she was known as the ultimate catch because she was captain of the celibacy club and known for having a secure chastity belt. All of the guys at school wanted to prove themselves by trying to get under her very pliable but tight skirt. Back then all it took for Quinn to take notice of Rachel was when someone else did and validated her existence by paying attention to her and telling her she was pretty. All of the guys, who ever actually told Rachel she was attractive in any way, was met with fierce slushies to the face when Quinn found out about it. Oddly enough during those incidents she would leave Rachel alone for whatever reason and Rachel, although she pitied them greatly, was grateful that the attention wasn't on her for the time being.
Quinn was having very different thoughts at the moment. In fact Quinn was fighting with herself to remember something different … trying to get rid of the memories that were tormenting her. She remembered the sounds of breathy moans, very vocal demands for 'more, harder, faster … please, don't stop,' and the icing on the cake, 'I'm cumming, I'm cumming Quinn!' As vocal as Rachel had been the entire time they were having sex, Quinn refused to call it making love, Rachel softly calling her name out with a breathy moan was what took her over the edge. As excellent as the diva was in bed what made Quinn cum was hearing that soft, breathy moan in the form of her name and Quinn hated it, she despised that she came. It was driving her to the brink of insanity. The memory of cumming after hearing that voice was haunting her and turning her on at the same time and Quinn was at her wit's end with desire for the tiny diva.
She was remembering the feeling of sweaty bodies gliding against each other, the smell of arousal in the air, the sight of the beautiful body underneath her, and the taste of her skin. Quinn was trying to fight with her evident arousal but was having a hard time getting those images out of her head. There was no way that she could bring herself to do those things with someone sober and so she vowed then and there to never drink so much alcohol ever again. Quinn's struggle didn't go entirely unnoticed because she kept shaking her head to try and rid herself of such thoughts and images. Rachel, though lost in her own world, could hear the faint rustling of Quinn's hair every time she shook her head and eventually she took notice of it because not only was Quinn shaking her head she was now hitting herself on the forehead. She was also muttering under her breath so softly Rachel couldn't quite hear what it was she was muttering but it sounded suspiciously like 'nail man' to her, among other mutterings.
Eventually Quinn's head sank against her knees in front of her and then she kept hitting her forehead against that as well. Rachel, as wary as she was of Quinn, felt some measure of concern for Quinn because she was sure this wasn't typical behavior for the blonde and she reached out a tentative hand to her. Quinn's head snapped over to the side so quickly Rachel heard a crack and she felt herself flinch from hearing such a gruesome noise. Rachel absolutely detested the sound of bones cracking because it sickened her and made her fear that the person's bones were breaking.
She hesitated only for a moment before she spoke, "are you … are you all right Quinn?" She was tempted to say more but in all honesty Rachel wasn't sure if she should say anything else considering the fact that they weren't even remotely friends but were going to be wed soon. She wasn't sure what rights she was granted in this situation all things considering and so she just tried not to push her luck.
Quinn's intense hazel eyes had her trapped. Every time she looked into these very eyes she always found herself feeling lost in their gaze. This had happened to her every time they fought with each other or when she was singing a song and somehow managed to catch her eye for whatever reason. She always found herself lost in these very intense, beautiful eyes that always somehow found her and she was a prisoner lost in them every time it happened. They were like an anchor holding her captive for much longer than she was willing to admit more often than not. The stormy green melding with golden hues and warm brown always left her feeling a little bit breathless too, something she had always blamed on fear. She always found it difficult to break eye contact with her and it was always Quinn who managed to break it first every encounter they had.
Quinn found herself in a similar position as Rachel when it came to being held captive by her gaze. Rachel's eyes were like pools of dark chocolate melting her into a Quinn puddle. It was always these eyes that made her feel guilty and she always ended up looking away in shame and walking away from whatever situation they had been in. These eyes, that gaze, they always left her feeling like she was naked and vulnerable but she always chalked that up to her feeling insecure. Rachel was feminine in every way; petite sized, pretty, small hands, angelic smile, feminine, albeit questionable clothing, but most of all her body. Her body was just everything any young woman should be jealous of. She had curves in the right places, proportionate breasts, toned legs, a trim stomach, and arms the appropriate length for her body's height, unlike some people who had arms that looked too long for them. Rachel was, and is, the kind of young woman that was very attractive and just radiated her confidence and she made it impossible for people not to notice her presence. Quinn was more than aware of that fact and she knew that Rachel made her feel inferior and insecure. She remembered singing I Feel Pretty/Unpretty with Rachel all too clearly their junior year. They were both envious of each other for completely different reasons but the envy was still there regardless of the reasons for it.
Finally managing to break their heated stare Quinn aimed her gaze lower only to have her gaze fall upon Rachel's crotch area of all places. Quinn felt her face burn with embarrassment as she quickly averted her gaze to a much safer region on Rachel's body: her knees. There was absolutely nothing wrong with looking at another person's knees right? Wrong because Rachel was sitting with her legs crossed and so looking at either knee put a certain area of Rachel's body in Quinn's peripheral vision. Quinn close her eyes, shut them so tightly and fiercely, it made Rachel think that Quinn was trying to hold back tears, causing even more concern for the diva's already worried being.
Rachel's warm hand came to rest on Quinn's shoulder in what she thought was comfort but only served to cause Quinn's body to spike up in warmth. Rachel could feel the heat radiating from Quinn's skin, her hand was close enough to Quinn's neck to feel the heat, and it made her wonder if Quinn was sick now. She inquired as much, "Are you feeling sick, feverish perhaps Quinn? You feel a bit warm to me Quinn." She had never seen Quinn so vulnerable before other than when they sang together their junior year. She had been so open in how insecure she really was about her looks, especially since she thought that her face was the only thing people liked about her. Quinn thought everything else about her had absolutely nothing that was even close to being called 'a redeeming quality' and Rachel was surprised with the fact that Quinn shared that. It had been the moment that Rachel understood that even Quinn, as pretty as she was, still had vulnerabilities like everyone else in the world. Quinn who was considered the 'All American Wholesome Christian Girl', the 'ultimate package' so to speak and the kind of girl every guy wanted to bring home to his parents. But Quinn didn't feel that way at all and Rachel understood that now, she could see that now and they bonded over that and were sort of friends by their senior year. Rachel was only very slightly bitter over the fact that Quinn was so ideal in high school but she never let that stop her from being kind to Quinn and reaching out to her even if the response was much less kind.
Quinn shook her head resolutely and fought the thoughts plaguing her mind and body with arousal. It was getting to be quite ridiculous, all of the feelings that seemed to be taking over her thoughts. She had never felt this way in her life before. Sure she knew that she was absolutely disgusted by men, she understood that perfectly in high school and had used it to her advantage by frustrating them all with her little praying act when they tried for more. It had made her the number one girl guys wanted to have sex with and it made her a constant at the top of the food chain at McKinley High. She was always on top because of her refusal to sleep with anyone; even in secret she wouldn't do anything. She never even masturbated once in her life because she was so deeply ashamed of her body and all of its flaws. It was a secret she had been willing to take to her grave with only less than a handful of people actually knowing about it but now … another person knew, to a certain extent, about her being … different. Not even Brittany or Santana knew about it because as much as she loved and trusted Brittany she knew that Brittany didn't like keeping secrets from Santana. As for Santana … she would want to have experimental sex with her in all kinds of different ways and Quinn definitely didn't want to do something like that. It would have just been too much for her to handle and so she kept her secret between her parents and sister and her manager, who she trusted implicitly because of an incident that happened early on in her fledgling career as an actress.
After a few more moments of just looking at each other, Quinn understood that Rachel was waiting for a response from her. Quinn didn't know what to say because she didn't really know how she was feeling right now, only that she was feelings things she shouldn't be feeling for Rachel right now. Arousal was something Quinn had only had to deal with so rarely in her life that she didn't really know what to do when those kinds of occasions actually occurred. Quinn unsure of what to say in response and so she just shook her head, momentarily breaking their intense gazes on each other, before looking at Rachel again. "I … don't know what to say … or what to do in this situation … honestly is there anything I can say?" Quinn was thoroughly stressed out by this situation because here they were, sitting in this room and inevitably going to have to say the words I do. "I'm … an actress … a celebrity … I'm a public figure and a role model to a lot of people and I find myself in this situation now." Quinn sighed and rested her forehead against her arms, looking more defeated than she had ever seen Quinn in all of the time she had known her.
"It … well, it could be a lot worse Quinn," Rachel said in an attempt to cheer her up, unsuccessfully. Quinn moved her head so that she was resting the right side of her face on top of her arms, which were resting against her knees, to face Rachel with her infamous eyebrow raise.
"And what … pray tell, Rachel, could possibly make this situation any worse exactly?" Quinn regretted asking immediately after hearing Rachel's subsequent response to her question.
"I could be pregnant with your baby," she said bluntly. At Quinn's reaction, her eyes clenching shut tightly and fiercely, Rachel felt herself soften and she apologized, "I'm sorry … I shouldn't have said that. I didn't mean that and I, I rescind that statement." Rachel said quickly, in an effort to appease Quinn. "I just … well, what I mean was that often times other celebrities end up having babies with their boyfriends/girlfriends and we … we were just sort of caught doing something. We're just under a lot of speculation right now and our managers are looking into it. I mean it's only what … close to two in the afternoon. There's plenty of time for this to blow over and just become a forgotten piece of gossip JBI fabricated." Rachel said his name in clear disgust and with undisguised irritation, surprising Quinn slightly.
"Just … please don't say anything like that ever again." Quinn acquiesced with a little huff. "Also … I don't even know if I'm capable of impregnating you anyways Rachel." Quinn's cheeks were flaming red and Rachel thought it was a rather adorable sight but quickly erased that thought from her mind. This was such a precarious situation and they were both unsure how to play their part in it despite the fact that they were both known for their remarkable acting skills.
The sounds of vibrating phones and alerting tones broke their thoughts and they knew that some of their friends had caught up on the recent article debacle they were facing. Quinn wanted to scream, maybe punch a few walls, and just let her anger loose at this point but she didn't want more of an inconvenience to occur from it. She did settle for banging her head against the bedside table, which Rachel was quick to attempt to prevent any more damage to the blonde's head by putting her hand on top of the bedside table before Quinn's forehead made another connection.
"We just have to brave this because we both started this awful mess Quinn. And we should at least wait until one of our managers call us to tell us what will be happening at the very least before we answer to our friends and … adoring fans." Rachel said smoothly, much more confidently than she was feeling at the moment for Quinn's sake.
Quinn nodded her head, still resting against Rachel's hand, while muttering under her breath. "Dear God, almighty King and Father … what in the world would Jesus do in this situation?" And Quinn was sure that there would be no one answering that particular prayer because she did bring this unto herself after all.
"I'm with you on that one Quinn." Rachel whispered quietly, having heard Quinn's soft mutterings despite how silent it had been.
They were given a week to get their story straight between them before the interviews would begin and they kept arguing. Honestly there was a reason they never got along in high school. Was it because of the constant sabotaging of each other that got in the way? Not at all, why would anyone think that? Perhaps it was the fact that they had clashing personalities? Never would have dreamed that to be the reason. Or could it be because of the fact that they were constantly stealing their boyfriends from each other in high school? That couldn't be it? They had never done such a thing to each other … ever during their high school careers. Okay so maybe they had been a bit petty and childish sometimes in their squabbles. They were teenagers and that was exactly what teenagers did! It was called the folly of youth after all and it was what they did as foolish teenagers with out of whack hormones and damn emotions! Who could actually truly fault them for doing those petty and foolish teenage things?
And this was a bit of how their argument went, back and forth like a tennis match.
"Why can't we at least say that we met again around three years ago at one of my shows? Really, what's wrong with that being our story of how we met again Quinn?" Rachel asked exasperatedly, diva attitude blatantly showing in the privacy of their hotel room. "It would be perfect because no one has to know that you were never there! It's not like it's impossible to miss you being in New York since it's not your 'territory' so to speak!" Rachel said with air quotes surrounding the word territory.
Quinn was fighting the urge to say something rude and insult Rachel like she had in high school but it was very difficult because she was being reminded of why she disliked her so much then. "Rachel! Do you not understand that your shows are surrounded by the paparazzi around every available corner possible? It would have been impossible for me to sneak in and just so happen to … uh, I don't know, walk in and actually 'watch your show' unnoticed by them!" Quinn huffed out, every bit annoyed with the stubborn diva's argument and persistence in that scenario being how they met up again. "It would be much more plausible for you to have been eating out somewhere with the cast and crew and then you spotted me eating at the same place under an alias and that's how they don't know we met up. We have to think about this logically for goodness' sakes Rachel!" Quinn was sure the slight ache and pounding in her head was purely from talking to the diva who annoyed her so greatly in high school and even now in their present.
"But it's not nearly as romantic, Quinn! Just think about how the media would portray it! It would be made out to be the most romantic proposal, marriage, and relationship of all times! And besides that, how else are we going to convince them that we were together in secret for so long if not that we did small things that didn't attract attention to either of us? You coming to see my show is something that they can't say that was due specifically to me! Or things like we have late night phone conversations and skype sessions and things like that that couples in secret do! Those are the kind of things that couples do when they don't want anyone to know that they are together Quinn! It's called discreet dating, which is the back story we're going with here based off of what our managers agreed on!" Rachel said far too animatedly causing Quinn's eyes to furrow and her eyebrows to rise in the infamous Fabray Raise.
"The romantic aspect in how we met plays a part in the story?" Rachel nodded her head vehemently at Quinn's pause. "And why does every love story have to start out so romantic? Ours obviously is not that kind of love story because let's face it; we were never actually friends in high school let alone now Rachel. I tortured you and humiliated you every chance I got. And you, you would hold your head up high and walk it off like it was nothing every time it happened and went on with the rest of your day. How is that even going to translate into anything remotely believable if we're up against JBI and his gossip website?" Quinn let it sink into Rachel's mind for a moment before she continued softly. "He's going to call us out on our bullshit and then what? We have to face the music of embarrassment and shame because we messed up so early on in all of this mess." Quinn took a deep and steadying breath, "we want to make sure that this is a success because otherwise it will be the end of our careers as we know it and we don't want that do we?" Rachel huffed out a breath but nodded her head in agreement albeit very reluctantly for sure.
"I still want there to be some sort of romance in the story," Rachel bit out stubbornly causing Quinn to rub at her face in frustration with both of her hands.
"There will be romance Rachel … just bear with me here. Romance doesn't always start right from the very beginning like it does in the plays, or movies, or TV Shows we're working on does." Rachel had never seen this side of Quinn before, so passionate in everything she was saying. "Sometimes what happens in our different Medias is the characters start of disliking each other, hating each other even, with every fiber of their beings until they start to really see each other. Think about how it was for us in high school. You were the high strung diva who knew what she wanted and she wasn't afraid of doing whatever it took to reach her dreams. You even considered getting a nose job once and that was a little crazy I'll have to admit but you got through it and here you are: the next Barbra Streisand of Broadway!"
There was silence between them for a moment as Rachel took it all in, absorbed the information and really tasted the words being offered to her. "And then there was you Quinn, the most popular girl in school and yet the loneliest and most insecure person in the sea of students. As beautiful as you were, you were still the most insecure person in the sea of students who wanted to be you, to have what you had: power, beauty, intellect, and most of all control. You seemed to have it all and yet you felt like you had nothing. You were the envy of most of the student body because your parents are wealthy, you get good grades, you had the perfect boyfriend on your arm, and you demanded respect. You appeared to have everything everyone wanted and yet … you felt lonelier at the top than you were willing to admit despite the fact that you were at the top with Brittany and Santana. Santana was a tricky second in command because she could easily turn on you in any second if the occasion arose like you once did to her when she was the top cheerio."
Quinn looked away from Rachel and looked to the floor instead. They were both standing in the middle of the living room area of the hotel. She wasn't even sure when it was they had first stood up from where they had been before when they first started discussing the details of how they met again and fell in love with each other. It was completely and utterly frustrating them both to no end because they already understood that they were two completely different individuals, opposites. They had very different personalities and grew up in very different backgrounds. Rachel grew up with loving, warm, and caring homosexual parents while Quinn grew up with cold, distant, and pretentious heterosexual parents who often characterized the Berry men as devils in disguise. They would tell her to pity Rachel for not knowing any better than to stay with the men who would condemn her to hell when she died. Quinn didn't know what to believe but when she first met Rachel she remembered feeling something stirring within her that she had never felt before. The moment Rachel opened her mouth she felt annoyance like she had never felt before because of her confusion and after that she had sought to torture her endlessly.
Between high school and now Quinn had matured and truly befriended Brittany and Santana. They were her truest friends now despite what Quinn had done to kick Santana off of the top of the pyramid in a moment of weakness during their junior year. To this day she never told anyone why Sue kicked her off of the top of the pyramid and she never would. It was a secret she would never tell anyone in all of McKinley High or anyone else in the world for that matter.
"We're never going to come up with a story that we both agree with at this rate!" Rachel yelled in frustration. Quinn sighed at the diva's defeated attitude, which was quite rare to see considering how relentless Rachel was about almost everything else. "We're so very different from each other and we never truly got along with each other in high school and I really don't see that changing soon despite our impending wedding with each other." Rachel bit out in frustration. This irritated Quinn to no end because Quinn knew Rachel better than Rachel was giving her credit for.
"What happened to the Rachel who never stopped at anything to reach her dreams of Broadway? Where did that woman go?" Quinn asked coldly, her voice as warm as an iceberg bitch slapping someone in the form of a slushie. "Did she bail on me because things got a little tough? I thought I was talking to Rachel Barbra Berry … not her cowardly doppelganger who gives up at the sight of the slightest trouble." Quinn goaded with a glint in her eyes as she saw indignation and determination gleaming in Rachel's eyes in response to her words. "I guess she must have gone to bed and left me to do all of the work because she's not the stubborn girl I remember from our teenage years." Quinn continued and that was the last straw because Rachel fought back with anger shining in her eyes but most of all determination.
"I never left and you know what, Quinn?" Quinn merely gave her a haughty look in response, "I have never liked your superior attitude but right now it's even more irritating than it normally is. I have the perfect idea and you're going to agree with it whether you like it or not!" Rachel practically shouted into the silent room, Quinn's lips only quirked up slightly in triumph. She definitely knew how to motivate Rachel after what happened during Regional's their junior year. She put it into Rachel's mind that she couldn't ever get Finn back if she couldn't even write a song because she'd never really felt hardships in her life and the end result was the epic song: Get It Right. It had won them Regional's and even though Quinn hadn't been expecting it to happen she never regretted egging Rachel on into doing her best. She had taken note of the victory and filed the information away for use later if necessary.
This push and pull between them was what made them work so well together despite the fact that they didn't get along well with each other. They pushed each other to be the very best they could be even when their relationship was at its lowest. They complimented each other's differences in many ways even when they didn't necessarily like each other during those times. Their greatest moments with each other often either happened in the bathrooms or in the auditorium, empty but for them. It was rather ironic that they never truly considered each other friends despite all of these factors and circumstances that seemed to push them together.
"Is that so Rachel?" Quinn asked with a haughty expression on her face and a smirk on her full lips, goading Rachel even further. Steam could practically be seen coming out of Rachel's ears at this point.
"Yes, now stop looking at me with that condescending look and listen to what I have to say!" Rachel demanded, managing to somehow stomp her foot hard enough that a thud could be heard despite the floor being carpeted. It was, Quinn was sure, a feat only Rachel Barbra Berry, diva of Broadway, was capable of for sure. Quinn merely raised her eyebrow but said nothing in response, her way of signaling for Rachel to go on with what she had to say. "We are going to tell part of the truth, which would be that we never really interacted positively with each other. We'll leave out the gory details about torture, boyfriend stealing, sabotage, and such things but instead talk about how we constantly seemed to bring out the best in each other after every heavy encounter. We never truly saw each other until after we had outgrown our immaturity as teenagers and met up again. Now here is where we can truly collaborate with each other so every detail is right Quinn. Was there a time when you were in New York City for any reason?" Rachel asked a determined fire now lit in her eyes.
Quinn thought back where she was in the last three years and she did recall coming to New York when she was still a relative unknown, before her first breakthrough role. She had in fact gone to see one of Rachel's shows but she didn't want the brunette knowing about that little detail. And so she told a half truth to compromise so Rachel didn't know about a certain detail of Quinn's quiet trip to New York three years ago. Quinn reflected, very briefly, the feeling of freedom she had back then when not very many people knew her because she was still finding her way in the world of acting. She had yet to become somebody that people recognized and would then proceed to crowed because of her fame and popularity. Those days … she missed those days a bit because those days were when she still had a shield: anonymity.
"There was a time, three years ago, when I was still searching for roles rather than being offered auditions for iconic roles. I was still working hard to get my name out into the world of acting and I did happen to visit New York City once. I wasn't recognized in New York City because my popularity had yet to become widespread. You can say that you spotted me in the crowed surrounding you asking for autographs and you gave me your phone number discreetly so we could catch up because it had been so long. We can go so many places from there and no one would be any the wiser because it is plausible that I was missed in this crowed then. I highly doubt anybody would be able to contradict our statement because pictures aren't allowed to be taken by fans waiting for a glimpse of you and perhaps even an autograph." Quinn was still the smooth liar she had been in high school only this time around this was a lie that she was telling for reasons she did not even know herself. She wasn't sure where it came from but she knew that at the very least she wasn't trying to hurt Rachel by lying to her.
Rachel's eyes lit up at hearing the perfect opening to the story of how they met again and finally fell in love with each other. "Yes! And let's just say that when we first met each other again we didn't know what to say to each other when we met up privately to eat dinner and catch up. At first we didn't say anything and then all of a sudden we were both speaking too much! We remember all of the things that happened in high school and how different we were then and see that we're still very different people now! We didn't give up though because we met up again to try to make sense of our past together with cooler, calmer heads this second dinner and became friends. We didn't want anyone from the Glee Club hearing about any of these things through the grape vine and so we kept it a secret until one day we have a major blow out! We become so angry with each other because of our mounting frustration with not knowing why we started feeling differently around each other! There's always some kind of unspoken tension between us and we refuse to address the way we look at each other in person or over skype, or when we hear the affection in each other's voices we always think of it as platonic love between friends, never believing it to be true love for each other!" Rachel would have kept going if not for the knocking she heard on the door of the hotel room and the knocking was quite literally very obnoxious and confident. Rachel's sixth sense tingled in warning of it being someone she was sure she did not want to see on the other side of the door.
Quinn looked worried as well as the knocking resumed once again when neither made any move to open the door within two minutes. "I'll … I'll go see who it is if you want me to Rachel." Quinn said, wonder and curiosity in her tone.
Rachel shook her head. "I'm quite sure that the hotel room is under my name, well pseudonym, so I should be the one to answer. I … I think it's someone who knows us so … I'd rather make sure they don't catch the both of us before we can get our stories straight … no pun intended." Rachel said nervously before moving out of the middle of the living room where she had finally settled down into. "Maybe you should get out of sight Quinn … just in case?" Rachel whispered into the air behind her, making sure Quinn heard her and moved before she continued on her trek to the door.
Rachel took a deep breath and let it out slowly just as a series of impatient knocks started up again and she heard muttering on the other side of the door. The voice was the dreaded familiar she had wanted to avoid for at least a few weeks, months perhaps if she was lucky. Rachel slowly unlatched the door's first lock, and then the door's second lock, and finally the doorknob itself before she slowly opened the door a tiny crack. Rachel lamented that she was too short to look through the peephole properly even when she stood on her tiptoes.
"Well, well, well … look who decided to finally open the door?" Rachel knew that her feeling of uneasiness and dread had been correct when she beheld the sight before her.
"FML," Rachel muttered softly but was overheard anyways if the other person's smirk was any indication of such a fact.
Oh, the sound of wedding bells could be heard in the distance. The sound of gleeful laughter could be heard and joyous voices talking from every direction on such an auspicious day. Many events took place to set in motion the union of two such wonderful people who were absolutely meant for each other in the eyes of the public. Since the fateful announcement of their engagement to each other, just about seven weeks prior to this day, there had been much gossip in the rumor mill about them. Many things seemed to have sprouted from a single article written early on Christmas morning and the consensus was that it all fit, it all made sense to the general public now! The reason these two high profile, gorgeous, classy, and successful women never had any gossip about potential romances was all due to them staying true and faithful to each other in secret! There was no reason to doubt the many interviews that had since been released about the couple's outrageous secret dating. These two women were great at keeping secrets and no one had even seen it coming. Not even them, but that was absolutely something they could not admit to under any circumstances. And so here they were wedded, with absolutely no idea what to do and no parachute in sight to save them. What could possibly go wrong with this absolutely perfect, match made in heaven, loves made by the red string of fated love, coupling? Nothing of course! Everything would be perfectly fine! Right? Well … maybe something could go wrong … nothing major though for sure! Right?
Okay so I know the people who clicked on this story last month were probably wondering if I was ever going to update and here it is! I apologize for not being able to post this before the month was up but I was busy updating my other stories, and in one case finishing one, that I didn't get to this one until now. I got a new job and Happy New Year to everyone! Chúc mừng năm mới! 明けましておめでとうございます!
Also so everyone is aware the only reason this one was able to go up relatively quickly compared to some updates is because of a terrible situation with my mother. My mother, to keep this short and sweet, attempted to choke me like she did when I was 17 because I didn't want to listen to her voice drone on like her self-righteous self wanted me to as her obedient thing. I swear that's what she thinks I am. Also for those of you who have read Finding You and Falling the chapters about Quinn being abused by her father are mostly based off of my own experience, other than me changing a few things up because I didn't want it to be entirely too personal. Sorry this is such a long note compared to other notes I usually leave. My mother ended up taking the router away for five days before finally bringing it back home so the internet was up again. Sorry about this being so long again and I hope to receive some reviews because that last chapter had the most reviews I've ever had for a first chapter of my story by a long shot! Also sorry to say a little over 300 hundred words are part of this note here!
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