Deleted Scene 003: Won the War
Rachel was avoiding her, Quinn knew this for a fact.
Up until this point, it would have been impossible to go five minutes without the brunette knocking on her door to turn in one document or another, or to tell her some way something could be made better. This was her first day back after her extended break and there was no sign of her.
It irritated her more than a little because Rachel had never been one to avoid anything, so if she was avoiding her that meant she had truly messed up. She really wished the young officer would just give her the time of day to apologize, though in all fairness she wasn't even sure if Rachel was there yet, on an average day she would have been but this was not an average day. Sick of waiting, she went to find Santana who seemed to be in a jovial mood and had that stupid giddy face she got after a night of good sex. That put Quinn in an even fouler mood, she passed on the news that she needed to see Rachel, listened to Santana make some smart ass comments, and walked away.
The rest of the morning she saw hide nor hair of Rachel Berry and she knew the avoidance would be an ongoing thing for as long as it could be kept up. After she had insisted for a second time that Santana find her, only to learn that the Latina had already told her, she knew. Normally Rachel would respond to a summon from a superior before they had even made up their mind as to what they wanted to talk about.
Deciding to take preemptive action, she waited patiently in the ill used second floor break room. The small space had nothing but a couple of broken plastic chairs and a mini-fridge that only worked half of the time. This room was where everyone went who was avoiding someone. She knew because this was where Puck came to avoid Finn, as had she for some of the rockier parts of their marriage, and Santana came to keep out of the eyesight of temps who didn't understand she was a one night stand kind of woman. Even Sylvester could be found here from time to time, on the rare occasions when Commissioner Figgings would visit.
As if cued onto the scene, Rachel stepped in the room with a triumphant smile on her face that melted at the sight of Quinn.
"Officer Berry I have been looking for you all day, and you know that," she said, keeping her voice neutral because she didn't want to sound wounded.
Her mouth opened and closed uselessly before she sputtered, "I had a couple of errands and…"
"My office now," she said briskly, stood and before Rachel could say another word, left without giving her a glance.
She was seated comfortably behind her desk when Rachel finally appeared at her door looking distressed.
"Sergeant I'm not sure what to say…"
Quinn raised a hand and Rachel immediately fell silent, "I'm sorry about the other night. It was unprofessional and clearly unwanted. I don't think this should disrupt our working relationship."
The other woman looked stunned, "It wasn't… you weren't…. I mean if women did anything for me your advances would have been wanted."
Quinn's eyebrows rose at that. Rachel had always been honest to a fault. She was brave in the face of ridicule and was always ready to tell things as they were no matter how unpopular it made her. It was something that Quinn admired because it was something she didn't have and wished she did. It was also what made Rachel a little obnoxious and a horrible liar.
"Really?" she said, the inflection in her voice annotating her disbelief, "And I do nothing for you?"
It seemed Rachel understood her flaw and tried to make herself more convincing by turning to the door as if there was something interesting there, "It's not just you it's women in general."
"Uh-huh," she said moving slowly from behind her desk, a move Rachel would have noticed had she turned around, "And how many women have you gone out with?"
"None but sometimes you just know."
"I see," Quinn nodded to herself because Rachel was observing the door frame, "Then why don't you face me and tell me about it."
Finally the smaller woman turned around looking about as unsure as any person possibly could, "Listen you're… I'm not…"
"What? A lesbian? I'm not either." Rachel gave her a dubious look, "Bisexual," she clarified.
"I'm really flattered but realistically when you do… what you did, anyone would react to that. It doesn't mean I have an attraction to you."
Quinn nodded and returned to her seat and the documents waiting patiently for her attention, "That is exactly what it means Rachel, if I am capable of getting that response, it means we could theoretically carry on a relationship. However, I won't force you into anything and clearly this makes you uncomfortable. I am your superior and I have already taken this too far, so I will leave you to believe what you will," she said dismissively.
Seeing her escape, Rachel turned to leave but stopped to look back at Quinn. It wasn't really that she was against dating her, it was that she couldn't realistically see why in the world her boss, the most gorgeous woman on the force, who was into both men and women, would choose her out of all her options at the precinct. Or maybe she had exhausted all of her options. The whole thing reeked of a heartbreak waiting to happen and as much as she believed in love and hoped to find it again somewhere, she just didn't think this was the place. Yet she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to kiss her again, and an even more thrilling thought, what it would be like to be loved by her.
"What is it you expect from me? Because I'm not interested in being your one night stand."
Her Sergeant had gone back to her paperwork and now looked up at her like she had just been accused of something horrible, "You think that is why I kissed you?"
Something about her tone made Rachel feel like the answer should have been obvious all along, "I have no idea why you kissed me."
"Well if you think I'm the type of person who makes moves on someone in an emotional state for a quick lay then I have clearly given you a bad impression of myself all this time."
"But you are the type of person who makes moves on emotional people."
She smiled sadly, "Yeah that was stupid and I really am sorry. I just thought you looked beautiful and you were so sad and it seemed like a good idea at the time. Like I said, stupid."
Rachel felt a surge of something at that, she wasn't sure what. Lust? Intense affection? Maybe embarrassment and possibly all of the above. She was aware of all the reasons they shouldn't date. The main reason being it was against the rules, but that as her top argument was a lost cause because it was never observed by anyone. It was more something to use to get Puckerman to behave. Though it worried her that her blatant disregard for the rules was making her too much like Santana. She really had no good reason not to take Quinn up on her offer.
The Sergeant returned to her work as if the matter no longer concerned her, leaving her subordinate to stand around pointlessly, she glanced up at her after a moment, "You are dismissed," she said lightly, as if she really thought the reason Rachel still lingered was because she hadn't been given the official go ahead.
"You never answered my question. What would you expect from me?" she asked quietly.
Leaning back in her chair Quinn shrugged, "Normal interactions. I'm not asking you to come home with me tonight, I just think we could have something. I am attracted to you and I want to date you, it's really that simple."
It was a little amazing to her, that her boss found this sort of thing simple, "I'm the type of girl that likes to take things slow."
"And I respect that but don't expect me not to test my luck."
"Then…" she said cautiously fiddling with her hair far more than should ever be necessary, "I don't see the immediate harm in seeing what happens."
"That's the spirit," she said jovially and rose again approaching Rachel with an outstretched hand.
Though she had no intention of sleeping with Quinn; that was something she wasn't quite ready to deal with, nor did she want to be rushed into anything physical. She felt a little disappointed as she reached out her hand, as if this were some kind of business deal, but when their hands connected, Quinn squeezed and pulled Rachel into a kiss that was captivating and intense. Rachel was a little alarmed when her body basically poured itself into Quinn's arms and her mouth responded in kind, remembering how to react from the first time.
It was Quinn who broke the kiss, feeling she couldn't handle another second of that without things getting more personal, though the look on Rachel's face made her believe she wouldn't mind.
With a smile she placed a chaste kiss on the brunettes head, "Like I said, I will press my luck so be aware."
"I should go, I'm supposed to be on patrol," she said faintly, stumbling back towards the door wearing a ridiculous smile Quinn was sure she had no idea was there.