I'm still having issues with the format, but please let me know if it's any better. Also, I did some changes to this particular chapter... I think we needed to see what went/is going on with Rachel and Quinn... please let me know what you think! Thanks for reading this :)
Quinn had gotten over the fact that she once hated Rachel Berry, she forgave herself because Rachel forgave her in the first place. To think about that, at some point, she used to call her "Man Hands", "RuPaul", seemed so ridiculous now. Rachel had become a whole different person to Quinn, and she liked that. The only thing that bothered the blonde were the thoughts that would pop in her head every now and then. This unnecessary touching, these awkward silences, these long glances that they shared... those moments when she was with Rachel and the whole world would almost disappear. And that one, that thought wasn't even hers. One day, Puck let her know what he felt; "You know Quinn, I think it's great that you and Rach are friends now...but, well, I kinda think there's something going on with you two. It's just too intense the way you two look at each other and when you're together, it's almost as if the two of you had your own little world and none of us was invited". But the blonde would always reassure him that it was nothing, that they were great friends, and that she loved him. But that Saturday afternoon, after looking at the short brunette, feeling her body right next to hers and smelling Rachel's hair, well she wasn't so sure about anything anymore. But it didn't matter. She wasn't going to think about it anyway.
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The three friends arrived at Jaime's house. It was full of college students trying to have a good time on a Friday night. Quinn felt she deserved that, she had been working really hard for the last few months, her grades were great and her work flawless, as Ms. Harper, her mentor would say. She was her favorite teacher at the university. Santana and Brittany tried to introduce Quinn to the new crowd. Their friend Jaime was a lot of fun, he was a History major, like Santana, but was way more relax and cool. The Latina was always dressed up, prepared to impress the world, unlike Jamie who was this sloppy-looking guy. He offered to get a drink for the girls and Quinn decided to go with him. The kitchen was full of some drama students from NYU and Julliard, that were talking about music and show tunes, and... she began to think about Rachel. One of the girls in the crowd approached to the former cheerleader.
"Hey, are you OK?", asked this new girl.
"Yeah, why?", said a very surprised Quinn.
"Well... you were kinda staring at us".
"Oh, I'm sorry. I was...I"
"No, that's cool. I was just wondering" - Long pause. Awkward silence.
"I'm Jess, Jess Andersson... by the way..."
"I'm Quinn Fabray", responded while shaking hands.
"Here you go Quinn," said Jaime. The blonde took the glass, it looked funny. -
"So I'm going back to San and Brit, wanna come?"
"No... I think I'll stay and talk to Jess here". The latter girl smiled.
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High School would be over soon. Then they would all part ways: Rachel was also moving to NYC, and even though she was also enrolled at Julliard, she already had a proposal to start working on an off-Broadway production, so she'd be busy every day. And then Puck and Finn were going to school in DC, while Kurt, Mercedes and Tina decided to go to UCLA. After winning nationals, they could pretty much pick just about any school they desired. However, Quinn decided to retire from singing. She loved it, but she was ready to take a new challenge in her life. So journalism would be her new career... at least for now. She was scared, but happy. And the best part? Having Rach by her side. She had pictured it all. But none of the pretty things she had in mind for them actually took place. First Rachel stopped taking calls, eventually changed her number without telling anyone, then she stopped replying emails, messages, anything...
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After that afternoon with Rachel, even though the shorter one was deeply asleep, Quinn decided she would not act differently around her. What could possibly happen anyway? But there was one thing she was completely secure about, she didn't care about labels anymore. During their junior year in high school they received new talent, it was very refreshing. One of the girls made an special impact in Quinn's life. Her name was Danielle, she was extremely talented and outgoing, she was perky and fun to be around. No one would have guessed that she lost a family member out of bigotry and ignorance. When the blonde learned about that event, she vowed to herself never to judge anyone, not even her own self. She decided to embrace whatever could happen, but specially to always being truthful and honest to Puck and her friends. And she had been, or at least that was what she thought.
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"I don't know would you say that, "you mean the world to mean", what does that even mean?", started Rachel, almost crying.
"It means that I want you in my life, Rach. That even though we had a rough beginning, it was worthy because here we are today.", replied the blonde, trying to stay calm.
"Where? I mean honestly, Quinn. You are an amazing person, you have goals...", continued the brunette still facing Quinn.
"Rachel, you were the only six-year-old that knew what wanted to do with for the rest of her life while the others were trying to spell their names. You have a talent, and it will take you to places...and I'd like to be there with you"
Rachel was still standing there, shaking, confused. Quinn tried to read her eyes, but she couldn't. She thought of standing up, but didn't want to scare the other girl away. What would she even do? She was still sitting on the edge of the bed, and felt she was gonna slip. But then again, if she moved she would ruin this whole moment. There was something going on, Quinn felt it in the air. Rachel took a step in the blonde's direction. Was staring right at her. Then she took another step. "God, I need to do this", muttered. The cheerleader couldn't feel her legs, she was leaning on her arms that would fail on her any second now, "Just do it Rach, please", she almost whispered. She blushed but never lost contact with the other set of eyes. Finally, the short girl reached out for Quinn's lips. The kiss was perfect, it wasn't too hurried, but it was full of passion and awkwardness, it was sweet, yet firm. Rachel's lips were soft and tasted like strawberries. Quinn immediately replied the kiss. When she finally took conscience of her surroundings, she noticed that they were laying on the bed, her arms were now on the other girls face, caressing her hair. "Finally", said Quinn while pressing her lips against Rachel's.
