Introduction: I'm still on the stream-of-consciousness style, but there's humour in this chapter, just hope you guys can pick up on it. If you have any questions over what happened, review with your questions. I'll get back ASAP.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters.
QUINN FABRAY - RACHEL BERRY
THE GAY EXPERIMENT
CHAPTER THREE: Rachel
Rachel left me alone in the bathroom after she finished cleaning herself. But not in the sort of way I make it sound. She didn't like, abandon me. She just kind of had to go, and I didn't ask her to stay.
She's so sweet. Bitter and so sweet. Like a Berry. The universe is taunting me. I know it.
This math homework sucks. Screw it; I'll copy off someone tomorrow. It's so cold . . . I think mom took my blankets to wash.
So what, Fabray? Maybe you're gay. Big deal. As long as you keep it to yourself, you'll be fine.
But what if I don't want to. What if I actually want like . . .
What? A girlfriend?
Stop being ridiculous.
This entire idea is dumb.
This water is cold.
I'm sure the slushie is colder.
Water's warm now, all better.
Don't ignore what you did.
I'm taking a shower, this is my relaxation time. I'll repent later.
Repent for what?
Slushying Rachel.
Rachel?
Berry.
She's Jewish.
So what?
So she's a sinner!
Big deal. You're gay.
I'm not gay!
Look down.
I will not.
Afraid of your own body?
No.
Positive?
I have to get to bed, I can't spend all night standing here.
Rachel probably would.
Why would I care?
She'd stand in the shower all night.
Okay.
Naked.
. . .
She'd stand in the shower, ALL night, naked, water trickling down her tanned body, touching every curve. Running over her breasts, over her butt, down her thighs. She'd touch herself, washing herself. Her hands gently washing herself. Do you think she shaves? She's quite a good singer, I'm sure she keeps herself in excellent shape. She's probably hot. Don't lie, she has great legs. I'm sure you'd like to get the rest of her in your bed.
STOP.
. . .
Stop.
. . .
Oh God.
New experience, hm?
Mhm.
You like it?
Mhm.
You're so gay. I'm so gay.
I'm so gay.
For Rachel Berry, of all people.
For Rachel.
Rachel Berry.
Rachel.
Rachel.
"Rachel."
"Rachel."
"Rachel."
"Rachel."
"Rachel."
"Yes, Quinn?"
How did I get here?
"I'm sorry about slushying you yesterday. I was upset that you were talking to Finn and jealous and I took it out in the wrong way."
Rachel stared at me stunned, then cautiously looked around. She nodded and gave me a light smile. "Oh. Well, thank you, Quinn. I appreciate this sudden act of chivalry," she blushed at the word, "Or politeness, rather."
That was totally a Freudian slip. Like, seriously.
"Also, I'm breaking up with Finn, so you'll be in the clear."
Her eyes rewiden. "Why? I hope it isn't because of me. I never wanted to ruin your relationship. I just."
"Rachel. It's not" I stop, realizing it is because of her. "Just, I'm breaking up with him for reasons. That's enough for you to know."
I think I got a little upset there.
Why did I just walk away? That was rude!
Don't you dare cry, Quinn Fabray!
This ponytail is giving me a headache.
You're making a scene. Go to the bathroom or something.
Why the hell am I even in these clothes?
Don't even go there, I swear.
Of course the choir room is empty. How perfect for me. Everything is "perfect" for me. My life, my reputation, my family. Just once, maybe if something wasn't "perfect", maybe I'd be Happy?
No, no no no. That's TOO easy. Life isn't easy. You're going to wallow in misery and LOVE it.
I don't love anything.
You love Rachel.
That's an overstatement. I don't love her. I like her. She's pretty and nice.
Have you ever heard her sing? I hear she's very good.
I've seen a couple of her myspace videos, but it was really bad audio quality, and there was background noise and – Rachel.