"Rachel, remember when we were talking about being in love?" Quinn asked and I gulped. I really didn't want to hear all about her and Finn again. I already hear how perfect they are for each other from everyone else. I can't hear her say it too.
"Umm...yeah. Why?" Quinn looked teary eyed and it took all the strength I had to just hug her instead of kissing them away.
"He asked if I loved him and I said yes, but then he asked if I was in love with him. I'm not and I couldn't lie to him. He was so upset Rachel. He walked off to find a wall to beat up and I don't know what to do."
Shit. "Quinn, I'm sure you'll find somebody better. If can't be patient and give you time to fall in love with him, then he doesn't deserve you."
"But, that's the problem. I can't fall in love with him. I tried, I really did. He's sweet, and nice, and he was such a gentleman, but I just didn't feel the string you told me about and I didn't feel the extremely gay rainbows exploding. It just wasn't right." She sniffled and huddled into my side more. "Not with him anyways. I keep feeling it with somebody else."
"Well Quinn, I think you should follow your heart. If you keep leading Finn to believe you might love him, it will only cause more pain and heart ache. You need to let Finn go and maybe this other guy likes you too. He must like you too if you feel it. The 'extremely gay rainbows', as you so eloquently put it, and the string do not lie."
I didn't really know what I was saying anymore. My stories were just stories. Merely myths, but Quinn liked to believe in them. She told me my stories were better than having to read the bible.
"What if it is wrong? What if I'm wrong?" She chewed on her bottom lip and I instantly knew she was nervous.
"You are Quinn Fabray. You are never wrong, and neither is the string. Woman up and go get your man. Go get your soul mate and be happy. You deserve to be in love more than anyone else in the world." I hated it. Pushing her to pursue someone that wasn't me. I'm a selfish girl and I just want her to myself. I obviously can't have her though, so I might as well help make her happy.
"So you really think I deserve to be in love?"
"Of course." I said getting slightly suspicious at the repeated question.
"No matter who it is, the string you told me about, it's always right?" She kept shifting her from her hands, up to my eyes, and then back down to her hands.
"Yes Quinn, I already told you that." I said rolling my eyes at her cute insecurities. I never did understand how someone as stunningly, beautiful as her could ever be insecure about anything. She's obviously beautiful, intelligent, and for the most part, knows what she wants.
"You said the other person could feel it too, right?"
"Yes, but why are you asking me all of these questions when I have already answered them?" I expected her to just ask another question since she never was very good at answering them. Instead though, I felt her lips suddenly push into mine. I would have pulled, no matter how much it hurt to leave her lips, really I would have, but she held my face in her hands as she kissed me until I kissed back. And it only took me approximately .3825 seconds to kiss back. I would have to be crazy not to.
For the longest time it was innocent, just touching our lips together, but it changed when her tongue swiped my bottom lip and our tongues danced together. I don't know how long we stayed together, just kissing and learning each other's bodies, but it was dark by the time we stopped and we only stopped because Quinn's stomach grumbled and we realized we were extremely hungry. She blushed and that just caused me to blush too.
"I love you Rachel, I really do. I'm sorry it took so long for me to realize it." She must have seen the tears of joy slipping down my face because she started to panic. "Oh no! I'm sorry if you don't like me that way or something. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. Do you want me to go? I'll just go and we don't have to talk about this ever again. Let's just forget it. Can we still be f-"
I cut her off with the most cliche kiss of all time. When I pulled back I wiped my face of tears just stared into her eyes and ran my thumb over her glorious, swollen lips. "Shut up. I love you too. If I was uncomfortable do you think I would have just let you kiss me?"
"Oh. Um...no?"
"Exactly." She blushed again. "You're so cute. Now c'mon, we better get food in that stomach of yours because you tend to get really bitchy when you're hungry."
"Yay! Can we have waffles?" She was a sugar addict. She always wanted waffles just so she could put syrup and whipped cream all over them.
"Of course! Don't we always?"
"Yes! And that's because you love me. So, can I stay over tonight since it's a Friday? I really don't want to go home now."
"Um, yeah no problem." She came up to me and hugged me from behind before placing a delicate kiss on my cheek and neck. "Quinn, what does this mean for us? Because I've loved you for a long time and I want to know exactly how you feel."
"Everything Rach. It means everything." I smiled, turned around, and kissed her again. This time we didn't stop until we fell asleep on the floor in my living room with waffles still in the toaster.
