(A/N: Okay guys, this is beta'd so I apologize if it sucks. R&R :D )
We'll Play Hide 'n' Seek
Give a little time to me or burn this out,
We'll play hide and seek to turn this around,
Her hand in yours makes you feel on top of the world as you make your way to your locker. You look over at her and almost trip over your own feet, thankfully one of her arms snakes around your waist and you're quickly pulled to the side.
"You okay?" she asks; her voice full of concern while she gazes into your eyes.
Your hand comes to rest on her cheek and you give a quick kiss to her nose, "Perfect."
"Oh please, Prom is over, stop with the love already."
"San, they're in love, they can do what they want."
You turn with a smile and roll your eyes at the girl, "Santana, you and Brittany are just as affectionate as we are," you point out with a smirk while Quinn's arms encircle your mid-section as she rests her chin upon your shoulder.
"Yeah, S, don't hate on us."
Santana raises an eyebrow and folds her arms over her chest, "Really, Quinnie? That's the only defense you have in this matter? A couple of days ago you damn near ripped my head off because I made fun of the two of you."
You feel Quinn shake lightly with laughter and her arms tighten around you. Your eyes find her's and smiles warmly, "Things change," she kisses you quickly, "For now," she warns the Latina with a quick raise of the famous Fabray eyebrow before her lips are back on yours, effectively making your eyes flutter close. One of her hands move to your cheek and you revel in the warmth it provides, this was home.
A small moan escapes your throat and your hands rise to rest on Quinn's forearm that is across your chest. You feel her smile against your lips before she lightly nips at your bottom one.
"What has gotten into the two of you? Seriously, you're both in like an extra sick puppy-dog love mood and it's totally killing mine."
You hear Brittany giggle and you find it strange considering she's always trying to keep Santana at bay. "I know why, S!" You open one of your eyes and see Brittany is jumping around excitedly while Santana watches the excited blonde with curious eyes.
"What is it, Britt-Britt?"
"Look, look, look, look!"
You pull back and see that the girl is pointing at your left hand that's still clutching to Quinn's forearm.
"Ho-ly crap!"
You watch as twenty or so other students in the hall stop in their tracks to stare at the Latina, but they're sent away with a flick of the girl's wrist. Laughter bubbles up from the pit of your stomach as the usually outspoken girl continues to stare at your hand, her mouth is agape and her eyes are wide while Brittany beamed beside her.
Quinn's hand moves from your cheek to her best friend's chin, where she lightly urges it close, "You okay there, S?" Her arms move back to rest around your mid-section but as you move your hands to rest back on the pale arms your left one is caught around the wrist by Brittany's.
"It's so pretty!" Brittany exclaims, holding your hand close to her face, "I want one," she states with a smirk, looking over at her girlfriend.
You hear it before you realise what happens, suddenly Quinn has Santana in a playful headlock after the Latina had slapped your fiancée upside the head.
"What'd you have to go and propose for, Q, now I have to!"
Quinn laughs while Santana continued to struggle against her, "Are you saying you don't want to marry Brittany?" she queries with a smirk.
"Of course I want to!"
"And I know that." You look over at Brittany while she wraps an arm around your shoulder, "I didn't say I wanted one straight away, San. And people say I'm slow?" she looks down at you and you realise she was actually looking for an answer.
You stammer a bit but breathe a sigh of relief when Santana speaks first, "You say one word, Midget, and I'll ends you."
You peck Brittany's cheek lightly, "You're not slow, Britt, you just observe a lot longer than others," you explain with a smile.
"Ow! Fuck, Q! Those are not extensions!"
"And Rachel's not a midget; I told you things wouldn't be changed for long." You wince a little while Quinn playfully pulls at raven coloured hair but smile when you see Brittany laughing at the two girls. "Say you're sorry," Quinn warns, pulling lightly at the hair atop Santana's head so your eyes meet.
"Never!"
"Hey! Break it up!" You can't help but laugh while you watch Mr Schuester separate the two friends, thinking there was a serious fight going on. "I thought we were past all this?" he queries, a hand on each girl's shoulder to keep them apart.
He looks over at you confused, searching for the answer while Quinn and Santana erupt into a fit of giggles.
"Play fighting, Mr Schue. Santana called me a name again," you explain with a knowing smile on your lips.
"She hasn't learnt yet?"
"I'm standing right here, Schue."
"Sorry, Santana," The man laughed, "Glee meeting today, don't forget."
"Midget wouldn't forget."
You laugh when you see Mr Schue catch Quinn mid-air, "Babe," you coo softly, resting a hand on her forearm which calms her immediately, "Let's just go to my locker so I can change my books."
"Okay." Her hand is back in yours and you leave behind the Cheerios' and the Spanish teacher without another word. You see the small smile playing on her lips and love how light it makes you feel. She turns her head down so her mouth is by your ear, "I love you," she whispers before pressing a small kiss to the area.
"I love you too," you smile back, squeezing her hand lightly before pressing a quick kiss to the underside of her chin. You've reached your locker now and as you go about putting in your combination, Quinn leans up against the other lockers. "You don't have to stay with me, you know?" you tell her and all you get is a hum in response, "Your class is on the other side of the school and if you wish to get there on time you should leave." This time you bring out your pout.
"Am I not allowed to escort my fiancée to class now that I have her forever? The whole 'Once you have them all romance flies out the window' will never apply to us."
And now you're just a big gooey mess of 'In love with Quinn Fabray' feelings while you stare aimlessly at her. You know your mouth is hanging open but you literally can't find the strength to close it, until Quinn closes it for you before quickly pecking your lips.
"Hurry up, baby," she commands with a small push to your shoulder.
"Don't rush me, Quinn; I need time to properly check that I don't grab the wrong books. Seriously, you can go if you want."
"But I don't want. Leaving you alone in the hall way after everyone saw you in your Prom dress last Friday would be a bad idea."
"Scared I'll run off with someone and sell your ring for some easy cash?" You tease while you pull your Science and English text books from the stack in your locker.
Quinn shakes her head, "No, I'm worried someone incredibly stupid like Finn Hudson will come bounding up to you and start dropping flirty compliments to you about Prom and how you should've been dancing with him, the king, instead of me."
You turn to the girl and quickly peck her lips, "You see this?" you ask, holding up the hand your engagement ring adorns, "This means I'm not going anywhere. No matter how many people say how beautiful I am; your opinion is the only one I care about." You move onto your toes and connect your lips more firmly to the taller girl's.
Quinn's hands come to rest on your hips while your free hand easily lifts to cup her right cheek. A few months prior and you were both too afraid of this, too afraid to even hold hands let alone kiss in front of the McKinley population. But right now you couldn't care less; people got over the initial shock and didn't really care. Well, the boys cared because it was two girls kissing in the hall, a free show. If it was Kurt and Blaine however, they were immediate slushie targets; it never mattered how much power Quinn and Santana had, people were still cruel.
"Hi, Rach," You groan as you pull away from the heated kiss, "Quinn." The urge to slap the tall boy comes easily when he speaks your fiancée's name with such a bitter tone.
"Hello, Finn."
Quinn doesn't say anything and settles for protectively encircling your middle with her arms. You can't blame her for being like this; Finn Hudson was always one for never seeing what was right in front of his face. From what you had heard, the whole of Glee club had practically spelt out the fact you and Quinn were one of those couples that would last for a very long time, he just never listened.
"You were really beautiful at Prom, Rachel," he says while sheepishly shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
You feel Quinn bury her head in the crook of your neck to try and suppress her giggle, maybe she was the one with the sixth sense. Playfully, you slap her forearm across your middle before focusing on the taller boy, "Thank-you, Finn. You weren't so bad looking yourself." Okay, maybe it was a stupid reply; you know this because Quinn lightly nips at your neck as warning.
You also count it as a huge stupid mistake when you see the boy's face light up, "Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go to Breadstix with me?"
Quinn's arms gently squeeze you a little tighter and she tries to bury her face even further into you.
"Finn, if you haven't really noticed, Quinn and I are together and what you're asking is extremely inappropriate." You've said this to him countless times over the course of your relationship with Quinn and you spend hours at a time thinking how you and Quinn ever dated the boy. Quinn and yourself are two of the smartest people in the school and to agree on being with someone as slow as Finn Hudson seemed a little redundant.
"Still?"
"Actually, I can assure you that you will never have her again, Hudson."
Finn looked at the girl behind you with fire in his eyes, "And what makes you so sure?"
"This!" You notice Quinn is beaming as you all but shove your left hand in the Quarterback's face, "Quinn and I are engaged, Finn!" you squeal excitedly, trying to keep your jumping around to a minimum in case you shoulder Quinn in the face.
Finn studies the diamond before turning on his heel and walking off without another word. You feel bad for the boy, his two ex-girlfriends had found love in each other and he was left out in the dark, then again, he kind of deserved it for not treating either of you better.
"See," you smile as you turn in your fiancée's arms, "I told you that I'm not going anywhere."
"I know," Quinn admits with a bashful smile while you're already pushing yourself up onto you tippy toes once more, eagerly awaiting a kiss that should be coming. "But I have to go to class." Your fiancée turns on her heels and just walks away flashing you a smirk and wink as she rounds a corner.
You narrow your eyes and you know you're scowling as you make your way in the opposite direction. A smile plays at your lips however because you know you have the rest of your life to kiss that girl.
"Here comes the happy couple!"
You blush at Kurt's words when you and Quinn walk into Glee club, "Thank-you, Kurt. News travels fast, doesn't it?" You look over at Quinn with a huge grin on your face which she happily returns before pecking your lips. She links your hands together and you both make your way over to your usual seats at the front of the risers; well, your usual seat, Quinn started sitting there after the both of you became a legitimate couple.
"So, it's been decided."
You and Quinn both look up at Santana with a raised eyebrow.
"Party this Friday night to celebrate youse guys' engagement as well as graduation coming up."
"Oh?" You question before looking over at Quinn who's smirking.
Quinn lets out a small giggle, "What happened to stopping with the love?" she asks playfully, her arm moving to rest on the back of your chair.
Santana scoffs, "As if I care about you guys'. I'm just happy to be getting out of here."
This time you let out a small giggle, "You'll miss us when we're gone," you say while Quinn entangles one of her hands within your own. "I'm sure you'll be begging to visit us."
"Not a cha-"
"Of course we'll visit!"
You and Quinn both grin when Brittany skips up next to Santana, encasing one of the Latina's hands in her own.
"Won't we, San?"
You watch as Santana all but melt into her girlfriend's request and can't help but giggle along with Quinn.
"Yeah, we'll visit."
Quinn makes a whip sound while doing the gesture with her hand. You look over at her with a raised eyebrow, childish banter could very well lead Santana into another 'play' fight, and her hand immediately drops before she buries her face into the crook of your neck. Feather-light kisses are being pressed to your skin and you can't help but melt.
This time, you hear Santana do the whip sound and gesture only to have Quinn give her the finger. Before Santana all but leaps upon your fiancée, Brittany wraps an arm around her waist; instantly calming her.
"Okay, you're both whipped. Play nice guys'."
"I agree with Mercedes. Santana, Brittany; take your seats so we can begin," Mr Schue instructs as he enters his usual ten minutes late. "Now-"
"Sorry I'm late, Mr Schue. I had some stuff."
You look up at Finn and instantly notice that his eyes are a little red as well as his nose. Your stomach drops because you know it's your fault he had obviously been crying. There were better ways to announce your engagement to the boy who had dated you and your betrothed; then again, he wouldn't take a hint.
"That's fine, Finn. Take a seat. Now..."
The only seat left is next to you and you feel even worse when the boy sits with his back slightly turned to you, the fact that Quinn was still placing small kisses to your neck probably wasn't helping.
"And since we've got our Nationals set list ready to go, I was thinking I would give you guys your last assignment so you can all work on it."
"Bring it on, Schue," You hear Puck call from the back of the risers.
"Some of you are leaving," The man's voice is filled with sadness and you immediately squeeze Quinn's hand, the end was coming, "Some of you are staying. Your assignment is to work with the group that you fit into and sing some songs as your goodbyes over the next couple of weeks. Maybe we can use some for the graduation."
Mr Schue leaves the room to get some sheet music from his office while everyone in the room begins talking excitedly around you, but you're having a hard time concentrating. The kisses being pressed to your neck are becoming open mouthed and the blonde's tongue is coming out to soothe the skin she lightly nips at. You hardly suppress the moan that escapes your lips and you take a quick glance over at Finn. It's obvious he's extremely uncomfortable and it's obvious that's what Quinn is trying to do when she is leading your mouth to hers.
"Hot."
The usual comment from Puck makes your eyes snap open as you realise how heated Quinn is making things; you immediately push her away, "Quinn!" you scold, standing from your chair, "Don't think I don't know what you're trying to do."
"I wasn't trying to do-"
"I know that after this mornings little confrontation with Finn confirmed the fact that he is still in denial that his ex-girlfriends are engaged but that does not give you the right to flaunt it in his face." You feel everyone's eyes on you while you berate your fiancée for her immature behaviour.
You didn't expect to become this angry, usually Quinn's dominant side is a turn on. You've never complained when she's laid claim on you in front of people before, but the knowledge about how upset things have made Finn makes your chest pang with guilt.
"Maybe it's time he learned," Quinn replies.
"Lucy Quinn Fabray! Stop being a child." You know this shouldn't be happening, the both of you should still be on cloud nine but Finn played a huge role in both of your lives and it hurts that your fiancée is acting this way, "Apologize, please?" you ask, searching Quinn's eyes for the girl she really is, not the HBIC you see in front of you now.
"Why do I have to apologize to him? You're my fiancée and I should be able to kiss you without a second thought of if I'm hurting anyone around me!"
"Well, I can't exactly order you to but until you do, I will not allow you to kiss me." You know you'll be called a diva and all that but you can't help but storm out, Glee's meeting wasn't particularly important.
It was Friday afternoon now, you and Quinn had spoken since the Monday afternoon mishap but she still hadn't apologized to Finn. You weren't punishing her or anything, even if she seemed to think so, but you felt that she was acting like a child.
You are wearing her ring, not his.
You are moving to New York with her, not him.
And still, she acts as if she still has something to prove.
You're sitting in front of your vanity as you apply your make-up. You arrived home from school and immediately began getting ready for the party at Santana's. You weren't dressing up or anything, just a pair of jeans and a white V-neck, and the reason you were applying make-up is because you are waiting for Quinn to pick you up.
"Hey."
You smile; it's funny how she seems to pop-up whenever you thought about her. Turning in your chair, she's standing in your door way dressed the same as you but with a black, long-sleeved V-neck. Her short blonde hair falls in her face while she looks down where her Converse clad feet are crossed one in front of the other as she leans against the door frame.
"Hey." You stand from your chair and make up your way over to her and press a quick kiss to her cheek, as dramatic as it is, you still refuse to kiss her until she apologizes.
"You ready to go?" she asks while her arms encircle your waist and pulls you close.
You nod and take her hand in yours, pulling her along behind you down the stairs.
You decided after the party you threw in junior year that you would never drink again, but as you're downing your third solo cup, you think to hell with that personal rule. It's a Friday night, it's your engagement slash graduation party and you feel safe with everyone around you.
"Hey, Rachel."
You smile in greeting to Finn who had just finished a game of beer pong with Puck, "Hello, Finn."
"So, how are things with Quinn?"
"Things are fine. We're not fighting but we're not one hundred percent either. Has she apologized to you yet?"
The taller boy shakes his head while he fists his hands into the pockets of his jeans, "She doesn't have to apologize, Rach. I was being a little thick," he admits with a sheepish smile, "It's still sinking in that the two of you have found love with one another and I'm just out in the dark still."
You smile warmly and place a reassuring hand on his shoulder, "You'll find someone, Finn. Not everyone finds "the one" in High School." He nods in response and you pull him into a hug, no matter how uncomfortable it is with your height difference. "I love you, Finn. You know that, right?"
He nods against your shoulder and squeezes you a little tighter, "I'm sorry I started this whole little fight between you and Quinn."
You squeeze him back, "It's fine."
"Hudson! What do you think you're doing!?" Finn is being pulled from your arms and you roll your eyes at the inhebraited blonde who's doing so. "Has it not sunk in yet for Christ's sake!?"
"Quinn-"
"No, Rach. Everyone here is celebrating our engagement and upcoming graduation and here he is, acting as if he still has a chance."
You grab two wine coolers from the table of alcohol that you're standing next to with a huff, "He just may if you don't stop acting like this." With that being said, you walk off, through the crowd of Gleeks that had been drawn to the scene in protective mode if anything happened.
You stumble slightly into the Latina's back yard and find a large trampoline in the big empty space. With your two wine coolers in hand, you climb your way onto the equipment. The hiss of one of the wine coolers being opened echoes in the empty back yard and you take a large sip before reclining back on the stretchy mesh to stare at the night sky.
You're not, in any way, second guessing marrying the girl inside but you wonder if you'll ever know why she is still so protective of you. You take another sip, slightly spilling some on yourself while you let thoughts of why Quinn acts this way circulate in your head.
You're finishing up the second wine cooler you grabbed when you hear the back door sliding open. You wish that the black mesh beneath you would stretch more under your weight so you could disappear and have some more peace to yourself while you stare at the night sky.
"There you are."
You turn your head to see Quinn standing at the side of the trampoline, her face is slightly red like her eyes that are illuminated by the full moon.
"Here I am," you reply, unsure of what else to say, mainly because the world seems to be spinning a little.
"I'm sorry about before."
"Are you?" You know you shouldn't act so bitterly towards the girl, especially since you've consumed a significant amount of alcohol and don't really trust your brain to filter anything you may say.
"I am," Quinn nods, lifting herself up onto the trampoline, "I apologized to him," she confesses, crossing her legs and staring down at her lap.
"Tell me why, why did you act like that? I'm yours."
She nods again and you reach out and grasp one of her hands in your own, hoping she trusts you enough to tell you what's on her mind. "I know you're mine," she starts, it's barely above a whisper but at least she's trying, "My whole life, the things I've loved have always been taken away at some point. I loved my father and he walked out. I love Beth and I had to give her up, I even thought I loved Finn, Puck and Sam." You hear her voice crack and you squeeze her hand reassuringly.
You grab the two wine cooler bottles by your side and throw them off the trampoline. You grab her hand once again and pull her down to lay flush next to you. Your head make its way onto her chest where you listen to her heartbeat while you drape and arm and a leg over her, snuggling in close.
You feel her take a deep breath in before she speaks again, "It's like playing a game of hide 'n' seek only to have it turn into hide 'n' seek tag because as soon as I get something I love it runs or is taken away."
She's sobbing now and you look up at her and gently cup her face, "Hey," you whisper to catch her attention, "You've found me and you've caught me. I'm not going anywhere."
"Promise?"
"I'm forever yours," you reply before bringing your lips to hers. You don't mind if she actually lied to you about apologizing to Finn or not because she's told you why she is so protective and she's right. Everything she has loved has been taken away from her one way or another and you know you aren't going to let that happen to her again. This was her last game of emotional hide 'n' seek, and you're thankful it turned things around.
(A/N: So, what'd ya think? Let me know. Also, one more chapter to go with this fic and I can't tell you that I'm excited to end it, mainly cause it will be my first completed fic.
Also, I've restarted the series and stuff and I kinda started writing a gap that start from S1E04 - Preggers, where Rachel is the one who helps Quinn conceive Beth. Let me know if you guys would be interested in that, yeah?)