Chapter Three
It's A Friendly Catch Up
'Hey, Brittany and Santana's place. Sorry we can't take your call; we're busy and have lives. Leave your message after the beep!'
"Brittany! Answer the phone!" Quinn yelled down the phone. She knew they were home, it was 8:17pm for Quinn, so it was only 5:17pm for them.
She couldn't believe Brittany didn't give Rachel her letter. All those years thinking Rachel knew she was there waiting for her, and she decided not to show up. Thinking Rachel hated her, or was uncomfortable. All those nights she cried herself to sleep. The reason why she stayed away from Rachel Berry area's: Broadway, Julliard, vegan places, Quinn had a whole fricking list. There was quite a long distance between the girls anyway, so Quinn had never seen Rachel since graduation, until yesterday of course.
Brittany had a lot of explaining to do. And when she answered the phone, Quinn didn't hold back.
"Hey Quinn," Brittany said with a smile on her face, completely delusional to the fact that Quinn was pissed off.
"Guess who I bumped into yesterday. After two years. Two. Years." Quinn spoke dangerously.
"Ummm…." Brittany was thinking hard, really hard. She had no idea Quinn was talking about her high school crush. Brittany was about to say some random thing when Quinn cut her off.
"Rachel. Rachel Berry." There was a quiet "oh" down the other end of the line. "I bumped into her yesterday. And guess what. She asked me the strangest question. She asked me what I was doing in New York. How strange right?"
Quinn could tell Brittany was getting nervous, her breathing had gotten heavier.
"I mean I put it all in my letter, which you gave to her. So how come she didn't know I was here. Strange isn't it, Britt?" Quinn was playing the bitchy game, being her old HBIC self again. But Brittany deserved it.
"Quinn, I'm so sorry! I forgot! Me and San rushed over when I remembered but she'd already left. We thought you'd just run into each other." Brittany voice cracked.
"Two years Britt! I cried down the phone to you for weeks and you didn't think to tell me!" Everything was just making her more furious.
"I wanted to tell you, I really did! But I couldn't, I was too scared. I didn't think it would've taken two years for you to meet. I'm so sorry Quinn." Britt pleaded for forgiveness.
"One job Britt. One thing. That's all I have ever asked for you, and you couldn't even do that." Quinn would probably forgive her, but she needed to get this off her chest first.
"I'm so sorry Quinn. I really, really am." Quinn was sure Brittany was crying. Thank God Santana wasn't home, otherwise Quinn would be dead. But she didn't want Brittany crying either. She was still one of her best friends.
"Britt, don't cry. It's okay. I'm just pissed… at myself really. I'm pissed that I didn't go out and looking for Rachel. For not telling her when I had the chance. I shouldn't have put the pressure in your hands. I should have stood up to my own duties. I'm the one who is sorry, Britt."
Brittany didn't know what to say. She was a little confused, so she stayed quiet and wiped away the few tears that had fallen.
"Are you okay?" Quinn asked, she was concerned for the girl. She cared for her and Santana very much. Even if they did live over the other side of the country.
"Yeah. I'm okay. I am sorry Quinn." Quinn felt bad. It wasn't her intentions to make Brittany cry, she should have known it was going to happen.
"Don't be Britt. Everything turned out fine." Quinn wasn't sure what else to say to make her feel better about the situation, so she decided just to drop it and change the subject.
"So how's LA? Last time I talked to you, you were going for that audition. How'd it go?"
Quinn's question definitely put Brittany in a better mood. "It went great! I got it! I'm going on tour with Beyoncé next year! And San gets to come too!"
"That's awesome Britt! I'm so proud of you!"
Wow, Beyoncé? That's impressive for a girl who thought the capital of Ohio was O.
"How about you? How's the job going?"
Quinn had this stupid job in an office. She was very big in the company, having her own office, on the 92nd floor. She was hoping in a year she would be out of that office though. She wanted to live her dream. She wanted to be a writer. A professional writer. Stories, scripts, reports, she didn't care, she just wanted to write. She'd been in this stupid job since she'd gotten to New York, and now she was kind of stuck. But as soon as she got her work out there, she could ditch this dump and live her dream.
"It's going okay. I can't wait to leave though. I really want to be a writer, and I'm almost finished with my first story. You know the one about the two girls who fall in love."
"The one you based on you and Rachel." Brittany corrected her.
Quinn giggled. Okay, so her characters sounded a whole lot like her and Rachel, doesn't mean- okay yeah, they were completely based on them. It was the love story Quinn had always wanted to have with Rachel.
"Yeah, Britt. That one."
"Well, I wanna be the first to read it when it's done!"
Quinn chuckled. "Okay, Britt. I'll make sure you get the first copy. Well, I'll see you soon, Britt. I promise."
"Okay. Bye, Q. Love ya."
"Love you too, Britt. Tell San I love her too."
"Will do." And with that, Brittany was gone.
Quinn sighed. What the hell am I supposed to do now?
Quinn wasn't expecting a reply to come back so fast when she text Rachel.
Hey Rach
Hey, Quinn. How are you?
I'm good, thank you. How are you?
That's great to hear. I'm very well myself, thank you.
I was wandering if you'd like to go to dinner to catch up sometime soon?
I'd love to, Quinn. Where shall we go?
There's this awesome vegan restaurant I know, I think you might like it.
You know of a vegan restaurant? How? And how do I not I know of it?
Quinn giggled.
Haha, I don't know. But I'll be happy to show you it.
Then it's a date. What's the address?
A date? Did Rachel just call this a date? Oh God. Okay, play it cool, Quinn. Joke around with her.
A date? Well then, I shall have to pick you up. What's your address?
That's not necessary Quinn, really.
Aww, come on… ;)
Okay then. 141 3rd street. Top apartment.
What? Quinn stared at her phone screen. Is this a joke? I guess not. Quinn Fabray, you're taking Rachel Berry out on a date, friendly catch up. That's what we're calling it. A friendly catch up.
Okay then. Pick you up Saturday, 1pm?
See you then
Can't wait x
Me neither x
Quinn's body was numb. It really was. The butterflies we're going crazy in her stomach. She couldn't believe this. Rachel Berry was back in her life, and going on a dat- friendly catch up with her. Could her life get any better?
