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"So, how long have you and Finn?" Quinn sat her drink down and looked thoughtful for a moment while Rachel ate on the pizza in front of her.
"A year, I guess." Rachel nodded. She knew she had asked Finn the same question earlier but she and Quinn were failing at conversation. "He's a nice guy. What about you? You don't believe in love or something?"
"Why does everyone always ask me that? Do I look like I'm incapable of loving someone?" Quinn arched an eyebrow but said nothing. "It isn't that I don't believe in love. I've just never found anyone to tempt me."
"Tempt you? I don't think it works that way." Rachel snorted her disagreement. "Sometimes when you fall in love it just sort of happens. You don't know it's going to happen and you don't mean for it to. Other times it's climatic and everything the movies make it out to be. The whole, 'love at first sight' thing."
"Well, I've had no love affairs period." Quinn gave a shy smile and took a sip out of the water she had ordered. "Which one was it for you?" Quinn's brows furrowed in confusion. Rachel cleared her throat. "I mean when you realized you and Finn were meant to be or whatever. Was it some climatic realization?"
"Oh," Quinn coughed. "You know, the usual." Rachel cocked her head to the side. She was practically a 24 year old almost hobo. She didn't know what the usual meant when it came to the ways of love. Quinn sensed her confusion but didn't clarify. "So, you mean to tell me that no one interests you," Quinn whispered while reaching for a piece of bread. She let her fingers brush past Rachel's lightly.
"I never said that," Rachel replied in an equally hushed tone. "You make it sound like I'm asexual." Quinn threw her head back in laughter. Rachel smiled at the melodious sound coming from the blonde. She had never heard anything so lovely sounding.
"Poor boys are missing out on you." Rachel was shocked. She would almost believe the girl was flirting, poorly, but still flirting. She assumed that someone as beautiful as Quinn would know how to flirt though so she brushed it off.
"I think they'll live. They still have chances with you." Quinn looked down at her food and smiled lightly. "I mean, not you in particular. People like you. Men still have a chance with girls like you." Quinn looked up at the stumbling brunette with a playful smile on her face. "Not that there is anything wrong with women who aren't like you. I would date women who weren't like you." Rachel threw her hands up in the air to cover her face.
"You still ramble a lot." Rachel looked at the blonde girl intently. "Puck said that you talk a lot when you get nervous, I mean."
"Oh," she added. "Yes, I suppose I do. It was even worse in high school though. I talked in paragraphs. Most people walked away before I even got to the main point." Quinn laughed despite Rachel's pouting. "It wasn't funny."
"I bet it was cute," Quinn commented. Rachel felt her cheeks grow hot at the girl's bluntness. "Were you popular? I bet you had all of the guys falling over you." Rachel snorted.
"No, I don't think I would put it like that. What about you? We're only talking about my past. Were you the prom queen? Something like that?"
"I don't think so," Quinn mumbled before flagging a waiter down. "Can we have the check?" The man nodded and rushed off. Rachel groaned in frustration. This girl was insane. The brunette said nothing else to the girl as they exited the pizza place. "I hope you enjoy living with Finn," Quinn commented.
"He seems like a great guy. I'm sure I will. I just don't need to bring flings or vegan food around him." The playful smile fell off the taller girl's face at the mention of other girls. Rachel frowned. "Do you have a problem with my preferences?"
"What? No, I thought I made that clear earlier?" Rachel nodded and continued walking down the side walk. "Have you ever fallen for someone you shouldn't have?" Rachel felt her insides twist. She had a feeling she might if Finn didn't keep his girlfriend away from her.
"Not yet," she whispered.
"You're up." Rachel looked up from her book and gave the lanky boy a small nod and a light smile. He shut the door behind him softly and threw his jacket onto the sofa. "I figured you would have passed out by now."
"That would have been a horrible way to thank my roommate," Rachel replied. Finn looked at her curiously. "You know, for letting me live here."
"Oh, right," he murmured. "I'm so tired." He sat down across from the brunette. "And hungry." Rachel chuckled and stood up before making her way to the kitchen area. She returned seconds later with a plate. "What is this?"
"Thank you cookies. I haven't been able to make them in a while. I hope they aren't too nasty," she admitted. The boy immediately grabbed the plate out of her hands and started eating on them.
"These are delicious," he stated in between bites. "So, did you and Quinn get along?" Rachel nodded slowly. "Good, she's totally excited about this entire thing."
"She's very sweet, Finn. I think you two make an excellent couple." He nodded with excitement as he took another bite out of a cookie.
"I'm glad you like her. Maybe you guys can be friends or something." Rachel nodded before looking back down at her book. She honestly couldn't imagine befriending the girl. She would have ulterior motives and everything would just be completely wrong.
"Well, we traded phone numbers and things. Maybe she'll give me a call someday. We can go grab lunch or something." Finn nodded along enthusiastically. "So, what exactly does Quinn do?"
"Uh, she cooks and stuff."
"She's a chef?" Finn looked puzzled. Rachel gave him a small smile. She realized that he wasn't the smartest guy, but he was still sweet.
"Oh, no. You meant like her job?" Rachel nodded, perplexed by the boy. "She works at a publishing company." Rachel bit her lip. That was impressive, she supposed. "What about you? Are you going to be looking for a job?" She frowned. She knew the boy wasn't trying to be offensive but she hated the subject matter.
"I don't know what I can do," she mumbled. Finn stood up and walked over to the couch Rachel was seated at and wrapped an arm around her upon noticing her tears. "I'm only good at singing, Finn. I don't know what to do."
"I'm sure you're an awesome singer. Broadway will be calling for you someday." She berated herself for falling apart in front of the gangly boy. She couldn't help but smile upon hearing his attempts to console her.
"Really, thanks, Noah," Rachel sincerely whispered while placing her hand on his bicep. "Finn is great. He's so dorky. You can't help but love him." Puck continued wiping a glass but nodded along. "I can't figure out Quinn though."
"What do you mean?"
"I've only hung out with her once, but she kept giving me these mixed signals." Puck laughed before setting the glass down and looking at Rachel intently. "Not those kind of signals, Noah. Is everything sexual with you?" He opened his mouth to retort. "No, don't answer that." He smiled smugly. "I just can't figure out if she's insane or what."
"Quinn is hot. Can't you just leave it at that?" Rachel rolled her eyes but nodded. "I'm kind of glad you're gay. You and I can rate women together. You can be my wingman."
"I suppose," Rachel replied, warily. "Why does this sound like it's leading up to something?" Puck smirked.
"You know me so well. Let's go out tonight. We'll find some ladies to hook up with. Please." Rachel slapped his arm playfully when he stuck his bottom lip out.
"Fine. When you contract an STD though please warn me." Puck waggled his eyebrows. "Not because I plan on sleeping with you."
"Well, I've got to finish setting up. I'll come by Finn's later tonight and pick you up. Sound good?" Rachel nodded before waving goodbye to the manchild. She sighed when she stepped outside. The blaring of her cell phone brought her out of her thoughts. She shuffled through various items before finding the device.
"A-ha," she squeaked before answering. "Hello?"
"Rachel, it's Quinn." The brunette couldn't help but smile upon hearing Quinn on the other end of the line. "Is now a bad time?" Rachel realized she hadn't actually responded yet. She inwardly scolded herself for presenting herself as a socially retarded person.
"No, not a bad time. Why?" She heard shuffling on the other line for a few seconds.
"I was wondering if you might want to go grab some lunch. I have something to talk to you about." Rachel's ears perked up in interest. She continued walking briskly in the general direction of her apartment. "If you can't then it's fineā¦"
"Oh, no, I would love to," Rachel husked out. "I'm trying to rush back to the apartment and I'm very clumsy. I'm somewhat afraid I cannot manage to talk on the phone and walk at the same time. It's harder than it looks." Quinn laughed softly. "Do you want to meet me somewhere or what did you have in mind?"
"Actually," Quinn replied, "I was thinking that you could come to my place. It isn't that far away from Finn's."
"That is fine," Rachel stated. "I'll probably be back at Finn's in about five."
"Great, I'll meet you there." With that Rachel put the phone back in her purse and picked up the pace. She couldn't help but feel that today was going to be a good day.
Seven minutes later (she scolded herself for estimating wrong) she arrived at Finn's apartment complex. She rushed up the stairs and smiled when she saw Quinn standing at the door shuffling through her purse. Rachel assumed she was looking for her key to the place. The blonde felt someone's eyes on her and looked up from her position. She smiled upon seeing Rachel standing there.
"Well, hello," Quinn whispered. Rachel stepped closer and pulled out her key before handing it to the blonde. "I don't suppose we have to go inside, unless you need something?"
"No, not at all," Rachel replied. The blonde smiled slyly before nodding and linking her arm around Rachel.
"Let's go then," she whispered into her ear. The brunette ignored the chills that ran down her spine at the proximity of the two. Quinn tugged at the shorter girl until she complied and followed her down the hall. "How about we take a cab?"
"But you said it wasn't that far? Why waste the money?" Quinn shrugged her shoulders and flagged a taxi down with practiced ease. Rachel smiled shyly when the blonde opened the door for her and then slid in beside her. Rachel watched in contempt as the driver started to flirt with the blonde after she had given him the directions.
"Maybe you could give me your number," the young man yelled while looking at Quinn through his rearview mirror.
"I'm in a relationship," she replied. Rachel smiled, unsure why she felt happy for the boy getting turned down.
"That's okay, he doesn't have to find out." Rachel's jaw dropped. The audacity of some people made her sick. She had loved living in New York-apart from being poor and everything, but she hated how some of the New Yorkers acted. Rachel looked at Quinn in confusion when the blonde looked at her oddly before looking back at the cab driver.
"Actually, she would and I'm sure she has a problem with it." Rachel's brows furrowed. She gasped when she felt the girl's arms wrap around her. "Right, sweetie?" Rachel took in a shaky breath and nodded.
"I do," she replied before inwardly cursing her lack of verbal skills at the moment. She groaned, accidentally, when the blonde began to press kisses into her neck. The driver's eyes widened upon seeing the two before a smirk was plastered on his face. Quinn pulled away causing Rachel to frown at the lack of warmth.
"How much do I owe you?" The cab driver looked at the meter and switched it off before turning around to face the two, cocky grin still in place.
"I'll let you go for free if you kiss your girlfriend for me."
"How dare you," Rachel began, "that is highly rude. I don't think you would ask a heterosexual couple to make out in front of you, would you? I still have contact with the ACLU," she continued before Quinn's lips met her own. The blonde wasted no time before tracing her tongue along Rachel's bottom lip. The brunette moaned, giving Quinn access.
Quinn let out a groan of her own the moment she felt her tongue meet Rachel's. Rachel wanted to congratulate herself on her kissing skills but decided against it. The burning in her lungs made it impossible to continue; she pulled away, flushed and somewhat embarrassed, before looking at her hands.
"That was hot," the man replied. Quinn smirked and stepped out of the cab. Rachel slid out, wishing the Earth would swallow her whole. She had just made out with her roommate's girlfriend⦠and she liked it. She liked it a lot if the current state of her panties had any say so in the matter. Quinn wrapped her arm around the brunette's waist and pressed a kiss to her cheek.
"Go wait inside, okay?" Rachel nodded and rushed into the building-wanting to get as far away from the blonde as possible. Quinn opened the cab door and looked at the driver in disgust before she broke out into a grin. "See you later, Eric." The curly haired boy rolled his eyes.
"Later, Quinn," he replied before Quinn shut the door and waltzed in after Rachel.
