Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters.
A/N: Alright so I have decided that this is going to be a four parter.
Pretty Brown Eyes
Quinn's P.O.V.
I'm lying in bed staring at the ceiling trying my very best not to cry. I keep running through what happened after school today through my mind. I can't believe Rachel kissed me and I just sat there and did absolutely nothing! What is wrong with me?! Why did I kiss her back? I honestly feel like the biggest idiot right now.
I hear somebody quietly knock on my door, but I'm really not in the mood to talk to anybody right now. I would just like to wallow in my misery and stupidity alone for a while. "Please go away." I say as I roll over in my bed and face my window.
"I'm not going anywhere Q so hopefully you're not naked." Santana says as she walks into my room anyway. I should have locked the door dammit.
"Go away Santana I'm not in the mood for you." I growl as I pull my covers over my head trying to hide.
"Too bad bitch. Your mom called me because you haven't left your room since she's been home and you missed dinner. Tonight was bacon burger night! You never miss anything with bacon on purpose so clearly somethings wrong with you. So either you tell me now or I'm sleeping here tonight and tomorrow night and every night after that until you tell me what's wrong." She says as I feel her take a sit at the end of my bed.
"Why do you care Santana?" I still have the covers over my head so I'm not sure how well she can hear me.
"I'm still you're friend Quinn. Maybe not as good of a friend as the midget..."
"Don't you dare call her that!" I shout as I sit up quickly throwing the covers off of me. Santana holds her hands up showing that she meant no harm.
"She's why you're upset isn't she?" Santana says as she looks into my eyes.
"Yes," I sigh as I lie back down.
"What did you do?" Santana asks as if she knew.
"Why do you assume I did something?"
"Because this is Berry we're talking about. Also your eyes gave you away."
"I'm in love with her." There's no point in trying to hide it from Santana she's like fucking Sherlock Holmes or something.
"Is there an actual new problem in there somewhere? You've been in love with her for a while now Quinn." I sit up quickly again feeling my head spin.
"What do you mean?" I ask trying not to shout since I know my parents are home and this isn't a conversation I want to have with the whole house.
"Really Q? You used to pick on her and call her names like a little boy picking on a girl he likes on the playground. It doesn't take a genius to figure it out. I'm surprised it took you this long to figure out honestly. You're slow, but I didn't think you were ever this slow." Santana says smiling at me.
"Okay, fine whatever. You make a very good point, but now that I know how I feel what am I doing to do? I really messed up Santana." I whisper the last part as I hang my head.
"What did you do?" She asks me again.
"She kissed me."
"I'm sorry. I'm clearly missing the problem here because isn't that a good thing?" She's looking at me very confused right now.
"It would be a good thing it I hadn't of froze!" I shout throwing my hands up. I no longer care if my parents can hear me.
"What do you mean you froze Quinn?" I didn't think this was that hard to comprehend.
"I'll just start from the beginning." I sigh as I start by telling her what happened after Rachel and I left Glee. I told her how weird Rachel had been acting around me, and how she kept getting lost in her thoughts. Then I fast forwarded to the guessing game she had me play and how she told me it wasn't a guy she was in love with. I told her how I guess all of the girls except myself, and at that very moment Santana looked like she wanted to slap me.
"Really Quinn?! I mean really you are not this stupid are you?!" Santana yells at me.
"Well I assumed..." Santana cut me off before I could finish.
"What happens when you assume Quinn?! You make an ass out of you and me, but this time only you!"
"Okay that is seriously not making me feel any better Santana! I know I fucked up you don't have to rub it in! Want to know what would help me feel better? You and I coming up with a plan to fix this because I need to fix this!" I'm beyond desperate at this point.
"Why should I help you fix this? You shouldn't have messed it up in the first place."
"Because I'm stupid! Are you happy now? I admitted it! I am a very very very stupid person who froze the one time it mattered the most!" I shout as I stand up and start pacing the length between my bed and my bedroom door.
"Has anybody every told you ignorance you can fix, but stupid is forever?" Santana asked me and I have to stop pacing to look her.
"Has anybody ever told you that you suck at helping?"
"Oh my god why don't you just sing to her or something Berry loves shit like that!" She says with annoyance.
"Santana...that's genius!" I grab her wrist and pull her into a hug.
"Yeah yeah yeah I know I'm a genius because we clearly need to balance out your stupid." She says as she forces me to let her go.
"Now I just need to figure out which song to sing." I say thinking out loud.
"I don't know. What kind of music does Berry like right now that isn't Broadway?" Santana asks seriously trying to help me out.
"Ummm...oh I know! She's loves this song by Cody Simpson. I think it's called Pretty Brown Eyes." I say with a smile as I think about her hypnotizing brown eyes.
"Perfect! Sing her that in Glee maybe a little speech afterwards and bam you'll have your girl before you go home. You know if you don't fuck it up somehow."
"I'm going to play the acoustic version because it's more intimate that way. Now all I need to do is learn it, and I can just have the band play back up for me." I say formulating my plan out loud getting really excited.
"Sounds like a plan because you need to get this done ASAP. The last thing I need is you moping around school looking all kinds of pathetic, and Berry going mega diva on all of us again. I must say your friend has somewhat removed that major stick she had so far up her ass it was a miracle she could sit down." I know I should be somewhat upset by that comment, but I can't help but agree. Rachel has mellowed down a lot recently.
"I'll do it tomorrow during Glee, okay? I'll stay up all night practicing might even skip some classes if I have too. This has to be perfect."
"Okay well you have fun with that. I have plans with Brittany so I have to leave." She says as she stands up and starts walking to my door.
"How in the hell do you have plans when you were threating not to leave me for days earlier?!" I ask astounded.
"Oh I knew that would make you cave. I've known you how long now Q? Come on you're too easy sometimes. Anyway I'm leaving. Also you're mom wanted me to tell you she left a burger for you in the microwave in case you got hungry. Bye bitch." She says as she leaves closing my door behind her.
I sigh as I walk over to my computer and pull up the lyrics to Pretty Brown Eyes. I gently grab my guitar and get ready to spend all night practicing if I have too. Rachel deserves nothing but perfection.
A/N 2: I have just been on a writing role this past weekend. I feel quite proud of myself. So as usual I love y'all's opinions if you have them.
