I just want to thank all of you who left me positive reviews and give an even bigger thanks to those of you who sent me rude private messages and bashed my story.
After re-reading my last chapter, I realized there are an inexcusable amount of spelling errors and I'm really sorry about that, I wrote it at like 11:00 and it was the longest chapter I've ever written, so please forgive me.
I also got a lot of reviews saying that Rachel is way OOC, so let me remind you that this is Rachel Corcoran not Rachel Berry. In my story Rachel is raised by Shelby, the woman who made out with Mr. Shue after she'd known him for 5 minutes! In my mind, Rachel Corcoran is a bit of a bad-ass cause Shelby's a pretty bad-ass character so wouldn't it make sense that her daughter is one too? Maybe it's just the way I'm thinking, but it's debatable.
A lot of you also said I needed more Quinn, so I added a lot of her in this chapter. It's not that I don't like her because I do, it's just hard for me to write her I think she's the most complex character of them all.
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN GLEE or the I Feel Pretty/unpretty mash-up which is the best song btw.
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Quinn P.O.V
I was so excited for tomorrow morning I could barely breathe, every part of my body tingled when I had heard her laugh over the phone and it was my goal to make her do it as often as possible. I decided that tomorrow I wouldn't wear my Cheerios uniform, I knew that we didn't have anything more than a friendship with her, a very new one at that, but I wanted to show her that I had another side to me and not the annoying bitchy head cheerleader side.
After tearing through my closet for what seemed like hours, I selected the perfect outfit. I grabbed a lace top, shorts, and my favorite pair of black booties. I decided to go with something laid back so I can be as comfortable as possible. It was already hard enough not getting a boner around her and in order to do that I needed to be relaxed. I wasn't really the type of girl who wore heels and short skirts anyway, so my modern bohemian looked worked for me. Once I was finished, I laid down and tried to fall asleep, but my mind was racing.
I wanted to impress Rachel and show her what the glee club was all about. If anyone ever asked, I'd deny it but the truth was that I love glee. I know Santana and Puck do as well, we just pretend we don't so we don't look vulnerable.
Vulnerability was my weakest point. The only reason I treated people like crap was because I feel like it. I literally feel like crap all the time. How would you feel if you knew that you were different and because of that, you may never be able to find love? It didn't matter how many times I had asked my mother about this she always gave me the same answer.
"Don't be silly Quinn, you're a beautiful and smart young woman any man would want to be with you" she would say.
Any man?
Sometimes I swear my mother paid more attention to her book club than she did to me. I have a dick for god's sake, why would a guy want to be with me? Wouldn't that make them gay? I have so many mixed feelings and no one to talk to. All I've ever wanted was to have someone to talk to, for someone to listen without judgement. I don't want to be alone. I've always tried to talk to my parents about it, but they are no help at all. If I start a conversation with my mother that has anything remotely close to my 'problem' then she completely ignores me and pretends I'm not there. The least she could do was pretend to listen. My father absolutely refused to speak about.
When I was younger, it wasn't really a problem. I was a small child so in retrospect my mini Quinn was small as well. I had been to numerous doctors to try and figure out how to fix my 'problem', but the only thing they could come up with was gender reassignment. They had claimed that no matter what they did to me, I wouldn't be able to use it whether it be as a male or female. After we discovered that, it was never really brought up again.
I had no idea what sterile meant at the time, but I wanted it. I wanted to be like all the girls my age and be able to get dressed in the locker room with them. I wanted to be able to go to the bathroom with my friends and not have to worry about one of them seeing me standing. There were so many things I wanted at that young age and they only got worse when I got older.
Once I hit my teenage years my 'little friend' had grown, quite large in fact and it became more difficult for me to hide. When my parents noticed this they were extremely repulsed and forced me to go to the doctor. It then became apparent that I did in fact have full use of my penis and the doctors were wrong. Turned out I was able to have an erection, an orgasm, and I was not sterile. Needless to say my parents were not happy about this, but I was. Well not really happy, but relieved. I knew that I wasn't normal and that I never would be, but hearing this gave me some type of hope for a future.
After that visit we continued living life normally. My dad would wake up every morning and leave for work, usually without saying goodbye to me but I didn't mind, I was getting used to it. My mother would have my clothes laid out for me when I woke up, so I would get dressed and go downstairs where breakfast would be waiting for me. I would eat breakfast and listen to her talk about her plans for the day, which usually consisted of church activities and community service. What else did stay at home moms have to do? After breakfast, she would drop me off at school, kiss me goodbye, and then leave. She would return at the end of the day and take me to my piano lessons and then we'd go back home. I'd go do my homework and my parents would make dinner and get drunk. We'd either eat in total silence or we'd talk about cheerleading. My father was thrilled when I joined, it made me more feminine in his eyes.
It wasn't until I turned twelve and I had sexual urges that I realized I liked girls. I had already started a nice relationship with a girl named Stacy and we were becoming more than just friends. We kissed occasionally and I trusted her enough to tell her my secret. We were sitting on my bed with the door closed after school one day when we got a little too wrapped up in our make-out session and we didn't hear the garage door open. Needless to say, we were caught by my father. After hours of yelling and screaming it was decided that Stacy was the reason behind my homosexuality and we needed to leave in order to keep me a "Good Christian girl".
It was when we left that I started to get angry. I was angry because I had parents who cared more about their reputation than their daughter. I was angry because they had taken me away from my only friend and the only person I trusted. I was angry that I had no one to turn to for companionship, understanding, or most of all love. That was when I decided it was time to act on it. What good is keeping all the anger stored up?
The first day of school, I met Santana and she had just as much anger as me. We weren't friends at first, we just used each other to inflict pain on others. Santana had a problem with her weight. She wasn't fat, but she was one of the biggest freshman cheerleaders at WMHS and her parents were ashamed of her. We were both insecure about our bodies and we were both gay so it made perfect sense for us to be friends, even if she didn't exactly know my secret. We went around torturing girls who we thought we prettier than us because it wasn't fair. They always chased the boys when they should have been chasing us. We pushed around the girls who had confidence, because we were insecure. We called all the geeks names because they were smarter and it hurt when they got an A and we got B's when we tried just as hard. It made us feel dumb, so we made them pay for it. We teased the kids who had parents who kissed them goodbye before they got out of the car or wrote little notes in their lunch boxes because we didn't have that. Our parents dropped us off with a simple goodbye and a brown bagged lunch. We were jealous of all those kids and the only way to make us feel a little better about it was to make them feel equally as bad.
It didn't matter how miserable we made everyone else, we were still hurting and we still are to this day. We both decided to re-invent ourselves into beauty queens and have everyone lust after us the way we did before. We studied hard to become smarter than the geeks and then we rubbed it in their faces. We involved ourselves in school activities to make it seem like we had parents who were proud of us and we used our beauty to our advantage. Santana lost her baby fat and I became more confident with my body, not enough to tell anyone about it, but enough to hold my head up high. With that we forced our way up to the top of the social ladder and became the most popular girls in school, we are probably the most unhappy as well.
Eventually Santana found Brittany and I found Finn, even if he's just a cover and things started to even out. I had friends, even if I didn't trust any of them and I knew if they found out about me, they'd leave me behind like the loser that I am. But nothing was healing this ache I had in my heart until I met Rachel.
It only took four minutes in math class for her to figure me out and for me to realize that she actually cared. I've known her for one day and I know that she will be a good friend for me. She was so open and understanding that it literally killed me to know that I'll never have anything serious with her. Even if she wanted to be my girlfriend, which she would be after I wooed her, we wouldn't get very far without her finding out and then running away. That was my biggest fear. I had already open my heart up to this girl and it would kill me if she turned me down.
I thought about my other options and realized I had none, Rachel was my only shot at a real friend and something told me I could trust her. I thought about calling her again to see if we could meet up earlier when I realized it was 2:30 A.M. I was no where near tired and way too jittery to even think about sleep. I decided to go downstairs and give in to my secret obsession.
I walked down the stairs and into the dining room where my baby grad sat. I pulled out the chair, ran my hands over the keys, and began playing my favorite song, Moonlight Sonata by Ludwig Van Beethoven. Yes, classical music was a huge part of my life. There was a song to express every feeling such as love, anger, sadness, happiness, loneliness, and content. Whenever I had a feeling bottled up, I sat down and played until it passed and at this particular moment, I had no idea what I was feeling.
When I had played through all seven minutes of the song, I felt better. I was relived of everything that was on my mind and I was able to sleep. As I laid down in bed, I let my mind drift to until I could picture a set of big, beautiful, expressive brown eyes and a heart warming laugh coming from a small brunette.
I woke up almost an hour before my alarm clock went off with a hard-on of course. There was no way I way thinking about Rachel in my sleep and not getting turned on. Since I had the extra time, I figured I'd think about her some more and relieve myself of the pressure building between my legs. I pictured her longs legs as I slipped my hands under my tank top and teased my nipples into hard peaks. I tried to let my hands drift down to my cock, but I was so turned on I couldn't help but grab myself and pump my had furiously up and down.
"Fuck Rach" I keened, picturing her on her knees in front of me.
I worked my hard up to the tip and flicked my thumb over the head, picturing her delicate hands instead of mine.
"God, I'm gonna come baby, do you know what you do to me?" I groaned out.
I pictured her kissing her way down my body and replacing her hands with her delicious plump lips.
"Mm..god baby that feels so good..yes Rachel!" I grunted as I came all over my hand.
I yanked my tank top over my head and used it clean to up the mess before stepping into the shower and beginning my day.
Once I was dressed and ready to go, I sent a text to Rachel to let her know I was leaving but instead of an answer, I got a call.
"Hello, Rachel?" I answered.
"Um..no this is her mother, she left her phone downstairs last night. Did you need something?" a woman asked.
"My name is Quinn and I just wanted to let her know that I'm heading to the cafe, we're supposed to meet up for breakfast" I said to her, she sounded a lot like Rachel.
"Oh isn't that nice, but I think she might have forgotten, she's not even awake yet sweetheart. Maybe you should just come over here for breakfast"
"Oh, that's okay I can come pick her up" I suggested.
"That would be great, I'll let her know you're coming. I'm Shelby by the way" she said.
"Great, I'll be there shortly" I said, hanging up.
Apparently Shelby forgot to wake up Rachel, because she was nowhere to be found when I knocked on the door to her massive house.
"You must be Quinn" said a woman who looked exactly like Rachel.
"I would ask if you're Shelby, but Rachel looks exactly like you so I know she's your daughter" I said, blushing. Shelby was just as gorgeous as Rachel, if not more.
"That would be me, come on in. I'm surprised Rachel agreed to an early meeting, she's extremely adamant about getting a full eight hours of sleep a night. She can be so anal at times" Shelby laughed.
"Where is she?" I asked, looking around the house/mini mansion.
"I honestly don't know" she chuckled. "I knocked on her door earlier, but she didn't answer so I figured she was in the shower but feel free to go up and wake her. As you know, she's not shy so go right on up" Shelby said, pouring herself a cup of coffee.
"I made my way up the stairs and was shocked to find a row of doors. How was I supposed to know which one was hers? I continued my way down the extended hallway when I came to the door with the name "Rachel*" printed printed on it in big gold letters.
"Rachel?" I called, knocking on the door.
There was no answer so I decided to take Shelby's advice and go in. The first thing I noticed when I opened the door was that the room was completely empty. All that was there was a bed, a dresser, and a mirror, but I knew she had just moved in,.
"Rach, you in here?" I asked walking in farther until I stumbled across a pink sock covered foot.
I trailed my eyes from the foot which was covered in a pink knee sock, to a pair of short pink stripped shorts which made my shorts tighten, to a pink shirt that had ridden up and exposed a flat, smooth, tan back, to a mess of curly brown hair before I realized it was Rachel.
"Oh my god!" I gasped as I reached down to shake her. Why the hell was she on the floor?
"Oww" she moaned as she rubbed her eyes.
"Are you okay?" I asked as she struggled to sit up.
"My head hurts" she groaned as she swayed back and forth.
"What happened?" I asked as I pushed the hair outta her face.
"Huh?" she whispered as she came into consciousness.
"Rachel, can you hear me its Quinn" I said, trying to get her to focus.
"Quinn?" she said in a daze.
"Yea, Quinn from school" I said.
"Quinn!" she yelled, snapping out of it.
"Yes, I'm here are you okay?" I asked again.
"I'm fine" she said quickly pulling away from me, wincing as she did so.
"What happened, why are you on the floor and what happened to your cheek?" I said, reaching my hand out to touch the purple bruise.
"I-I uh..I fell out of bed" she said.
"Okay" I said unsurely. I looked over to her bed and noticed it was perfectly made.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, trying to stand.
"We were supposed to meet at the cafe remember?" I said, offering my hand to her.
"Oh god, what time is it?" she asked, wincing as I pulled her into a standing position.
"A little past seven, are you sure you're okay, you're limping" I asked.
"I'm fine, I must've hit the ground pretty hard. I'm been known to do this" she laughed, but it wasn't the same laugh I heard last night.
"Rachel!" I yelled as she started falling back to the ground.
"I'm fine really" she assured, trying to pull away but I wasn't letting go this time.
"No, you're not come here let me see" I said, tugging up her shirt to reveal a huge red bruise on her side. "Oh my god" I gasped, covering my mouth with my hands.
"I'm fine, I fell out of bed it happens" she snapped, yanking her shirt back down.
"I didn't do that did I?" I asked. It could've happened when I ran into her, I did hit her pretty hard and she was a small person.
"What? No Quinn, it happened last night and it doesn't even hurt" she said.
"Sure it doesn't, you can't even stand up straight" I said, bringing out my bitch tone. Why was she being so difficult? It was obvious she was hurt, so why wouldn't she let me help her?
"How did you get in here anyway?" she asked.
"Your mother let me in" I said, walking over to her closet and inspecting her clothes.
"Oh" was all she said in response.
"I think you should wear this!" I said holding up a ridiculously cute red preppy outfit.
"I look terrible in red" she said.
"You have to wear red today, it's the first scrimmage game and you need to show your team spirit" I said.
"You're not wearing red" she pointed out.
"I'm a cheerleader Rachel, I'll be wearing solid red" I laughed.
"Oh, I've always thought cheerleading looked fun" she said, yanking her shirt over her head.
Her mother was right about the no shyness thing, I couldn't help staring at her in her white bra, matching lace panties, and pink knee socks.
"I uh..yea it's..um..fun..sure" I mumbled, staring at her.
Her legs were miles long, and the boy-short panties made her ass look ten times better. The only thing that kept me from busting the zipper on my shorts was the huge red mark on her side and the purple bruise on her cheek, and the foundation that was running down her neck.
"Yea, it's something I've always wanted to do" she confessed.
"So why don't you?" I asked, clearing my throat as she put on a short pink robe.
"Never had the time" she shrugged.
"Too bad, you missed out" I joked.
"If you say so" she said, turning around and looking at herself in the mirror, frowning when she touched her cheek.
"I think you forgot to take your make-up off last night" I said, spotting her cleaning wipes on the dresser.
"What?" she asked.
"Your bronzer?" I said, handing her the wipe.
"Oh, right" she sighed taking it from me.
"You know, you don't need to wear all that make-up Rachel, you're perfect just the way you are" I said shyly.
"Ha!" she chuckled.
"It's true, you really are something" I said, spinning her around.
I couldn't help but smile at how flirtatious I was being and by the smile on her face, she was loving the attention and as long as I kept her smiling I didn't mind giving it to her.
"Are you blind?" she asked me.
"Excuse me?" I said.
"Have you looked in the mirror?" she said, pulling me to stand in front of her. "You're perfect" she gushed.
"Now who's blind?" I asked.
"Seriously Quinn, look" she said, locking eyes with mine through the mirror.
"I am. I know people think I'm pretty, but I don't see it. I know I'm attractive and physically fit, but I'm not beautiful" I sighed.
Here I was making myself vulnerable for someone who could potentially use it against me, but I had a feeling that Rachel wouldn't. If I had told Santana that I didn't feel pretty, she would go telling everyone that I was insecure. Sure we were friends, but we were still fighting each other to stay on top.
"Quinn, you're beautiful. You're skin is flawless-
"Please, I'm as pale as casper and you're so tan" I interrupted.
"You have great hair-
"It's so thin and yours is so long and thick" I grumbled.
"Your eyes are gorgeous, do they change color?" she asked.
"Sometimes there are solid green and sometimes there's a little gold or brown in them" I said.
"See, my eyes are a boring brown" she sighed.
"Yea, but they're expressive. I can see everything you're feeling in your eyes" I said, running a brush gently through her hair.
"What am I feeling right now?" she asked, turning and looking at me.
"Unpretty" I said.
"Well that's true" she mumbled.
"You have a great body" I said.
"It's nowhere near as good as yours-
"Your teeth are perfect and they sparkle like crazy when you smile"
"Yea, after constant whitening and two years of braces-
"You have a perfect arch in your eyebrow, I'm forced to tweeze almost everyday"
"I have to wax them once a month-
"You have exotic features, I'm just boring"
"I'm not exotic, I'm white just like you-
"You have a great laugh"
"It's loud and obnoxious-
"I love your ass" I said smiling.
"Yours is better-
We both couldn't help but laugh at this.
"Seriously Rachel, why don't you feel pretty? I mean I have my reasons, but what's your excuse?" I asked, once we stopped laughing.
"I could ask you the same question" she answered.
"Alright, you go first" I encouraged.
"I'm not pretty Quinn, not on the inside anyway. You don't know the real me, all this confidence and boldness is a lie" she said.
"I can relate" I said softly.
"Oh yea, so then you know that I was lying when I said I don't care what people think and that their opinions affect me very much. That's why I put on the show. I'm an actress and my life is a play" she said.
"And you know why I'm such a bitch?" I asked.
"You're hurting the same as me. It's how you cope and I understand. I choose to block everyone out and pretend to live a perfect life while you choose to retaliate" she explained.
"You're right I am hurting" I said.
"I know, you're not the only one with expressive eyes" she laughed softly.
"Why are you hurting?" I asked.
"I'm alone" she said simply.
I couldn't help letting the tears fall out of my eyes.
"Me too" I said as she wrapped her arms around me.
Before I knew what I was doing, my lips were pressed against hers and my hands were tangled in her hair. I didn't even stop to think that she may not want this, but when I felt her teeth nip against my bottom lip I knew she did. I opened my mouth for her and sucked in her wet tongue, wrapping mine around hers and shoving it into her mouth. She tasted sweet, like honey or vanilla. I moaned as I pulled her closer to me as our mouths continued meshing together.
When we finally pulled away, I pressed my head against hers and breathed in her scent.
"Quinn I don't know what to say" she breathed out.
"Then don't say anything" I said, pressing my lips against hers once more.
"I have a boyfriend" she said.
"Me too"
"So what does this mean?" she asked.
"I have no idea, but I know I like you a lot and I like the feeling I get in my stomach when you're near me" I said, lightly tracing the bruise on her face.
"I get that feeling too" she confessed.
"So can we just follow that feeling and see where it takes us?" I asked.
"I'm scared" she said softly.
"Why?" I asked, even though I knew the answer.
"I've never felt this strongly about anyone before, especially a girl. I've only been in one relationship and we're not even in love" she said.
"Me either, but I can't help feeling this way I do about you and that scares me Rachel. I mean I've only known you for two days" I said.
"But it feels much longer" she sighed, pressing her head into the crook of my neck.
"It feels so right too" I said, hoping that she didn't feel guilty at all about this.
"I like being around you Quinn, I don't feel so lonely anymore"
"Me either" I said kissing her head.
"So do we act normal? Can we be in a relationship?" she asked. I forgot that Shelby said she was anal, so of course she would want a label.
"How about we just be what's comfortable for us?" I suggested.
"That sounds perfect" she sighed, wrapping her arms around me.
"I'm really happy right now Rach" I said.
"Me too, but what about Finn?" she asked.
"What about him? He's too dumb to notice anything, I was planning on dumping him yesterday anyway" I said shrugging.
"Why?"
"Because I met a stunning brunette with a sassy attitude and I wanted her instead" I said smiling.
She laughed a little, before she spoke again. "Have you always known you liked girls?" she asked.
"Yes, but there's a reason" I said.
"What's that?" she asked.
I wanted to tell her, I really did, but I wanted to be in a relationship with her when I did. I needed to know that she wouldn't run or freak out and leave me.
"I'm not ready to talk about it" I said truthfully.
"When you're ready, I'll be waiting. I'll be there for you if you'll be there for me. We don't have to be lonely anymore" she said.
"I'll always be there for you Rachel" I said, kissing her lips again. I could seriously get used to this, her taste was intoxicating.
"Thank you Quinn. I think I have an idea for glee today" she said.
"And I can't wait to hear it, but right now I think you should get in the shower and get ready we're running out of time" I said.
"Shit!" she yelled, jumping up exposing her bra and panties to me again.
"Jesus Christ" I whispered, trying to keep my mind off her breasts.
"Oh!" she giggled. "You like what you see?" she asked, dropping the robe to the floor and pulling off her knee socks.
"Hell yea" I murmured, pulling her close to me.
"Well you can't see anymore" she said teasingly, as grabbed her clothes and ran into her en suite bathroom.
"Why?" I moaned, pretending to be hurt.
"Because I can't see any of you and it isn't fair!" she yelled.
This girl was going to be the death of me.
I decided to snoop around in the little belongings she had in her room. I found a box in the corner labeled 'posters' and opened it. Inside laid tons of playbills, posters, CD covers, and magazines from various Broadway musicals.
"That's my secret obsession" she said, emerging in the outfit I had picked out.
"Broadway?" I asked.
"I'm obsessed" she shrugged, sitting down to brush her hair.
"I've got one too" I said.
"A box filled with playbills?" she asked.
"No, a secret obsession" I said.
"And what would that be?" she asked, plopping herself down in my lap.
"Classical music" I said, trying desperately not to think of how good it felt to have her ass pressed against my dick.
"Really?" she asked.
"I love to play the piano" I said.
"Will you play for me?" she asked
"Of course I will, I'll even teach you if you want" I said, kissing her nose.
"I'd love that" she said happily, wrapping her arms around my neck and snuggling into my shoulder.
"I really like your make-up, but I thought we agreed that you didn't need it" I said.
"I know, but it's like a shield you know?" she asked.
"I understand, but I hope that you'll change your mind soon" I said, trying to comfort her.
"Thank you" she said, grabbing my hand and lacing our fingers together.
"I love that you're so small" I said, running my other hand up and down her back to change the subject.
"M'not small" she mumbled into my armpit.
"No, I'm sorry you're not. You're fun size" I smirked.
"I'm petite!" she grunted.
"Whatever you say" I laughed.
"Do you want to hear my idea?" she asked.
"Of course I do" I said, looking into her bright eyes filled with excitement.
"It's going to be perfect!" she gushed.
Rachel P.O.V.
I couldn't believe how my morning was going. I went from being terrified that I was dying, to scared that Quinn Fabray would find out my secret, to comforted by her kindness, to flattered by her compliments, to feeling loved, and then it was gone. The loneliness was gone and replaced by something else. It was warm and fuzzy and it made my stomach feeling all funny, but I like it. I am extremely attracted to Quinn and I can relate to her in so many ways. I love that she listens to me and she really understands what I'm going through, even if she doesn't really know the cause or rather who is causing it.
When her lips pressed against mine, I felt like the world was spinning. Every feeling was put into that kiss and when we pulled away, I felt nothing but pure bliss. Quinn made me happier than I had been in years and I couldn't understand why. Why am I feeling so strongly about someone I've only known for two days? Why was I feeling this way about a girl? Girls had nothing for me, I never even had that many female friends. I was extremely confused about our relationship, but I didn't care. For once in my life I felt like I could go with the flow and not have a plan or a color-coded chart, monitoring my next move.
After we had pulled away and I got in the shower, I was reminded of my current predicament when the make-up was washed down the drain. I stepped out of the tub and looked at myself in the mirror. I had a huge purple circle on my cheek where he had hit me twice in the past two days, my busted lip was almost healed but I still needed to cover it with a little gloss, my neck was the worst part because the bruise had turned an ugly black color and it looked like dirty handprints, and my side had a red blotch where he had kicked me. I knew I had a knot on my head or a concussion, but there was no way to tell so I figured I was alright. I was still pretty dizzy, but I couldn't tell if it was from having my head bashed off the floor or from Quinn delicious lips. She tasted fruity like peaches and I loved it.
When I walked out of the bathroom, I couldn't help but touch her. She looked so beautiful sitting on my bed with the sunlight in her hair and her eyes shining. I felt safe in her arms so I buried myself into her, hoping that feeling would last forever.
After we had kissed a few more times, we went downstairs to get breakfast and discuss our plans for glee.
"Morning sweetheart" my mother greeted, as I sat down at the table.
"Hey mom" I said.
"You two were up there an awful long time and I figured you'd be hungry, so I made you omelets" she said, placing two plates in front of us.
"Thanks mom" I said, blushing as I felt Quinn reach under the table and grab my hand.
"This looks delicious Shelby, thank you" she said, as she laced our fingers together.
"Morning baby" Steve said as he entered the room and kissed Shelby.
I couldn't help but cringe at the sound of his voice.
"Hello Steven" I said brightly.
"Good morning Rachel, who's your friend?" he asked.
"This is Quinn. Quinn meet my step-father Steven" I said, introducing them.
"It's nice to meet you Steven" she said, letting go of my hand to shake his.
"Call me Steve" he said, sitting down. "So how do you ladies know each other?" he asked
"Quinn is in the glee club and I'm joining today" I said brightly.
"I thought you weren't doing glee anymore Rachel" Shelby asked.
"I've had a change of heart" I mumbled. I still felt like a traitor for leaving Vocal Adrenaline.
"You were in glee club before?" Quinn asked.
"She was the star!" Shelby exclaimed.
"Really?" Quinn asked, squeezing my hand.
"So I've been in a show choir before, what's the big deal?" I asked.
"Honey, you weren't just in the choir you and Jesse owned that choir" Shelby said.
"Speaking of Jesse, have you heard from him? I've tried calling but he won't answer" I said, looking dead into her eyes.
"No sweetheart I haven't, but I'm sure he's just busy with school and the new coach of VA" she said with a big fake smile.
She was the biggest liar I've ever met. How could she not have told me that my boyfriend was cheating on me? What if I would have slept with him and he gave me some disease from one of his whores? I couldn't understand why she would keep this from me, we never used to keep secrets. We never did a lot of things before Steve.
"I mean, he is the captain and he's got a lot of work to do this year if he's gonna be competing against you" she said smiling.
Suddenly the room felt too small and I couldn't breathe. How could she just sit there and lie in my face? She knew there was something going on between me and Steve and yet she did nothing about it. There was no way she could have slept through me screaming or the loud crashing sound of me hitting the floor. Shelby was the biggest fake I knew, and I wouldn't allow Quinn to witness that, nor would I sit her and listen to her bullshit.
"Thanks for breakfast mom it was incredible. Come on Quinn we better go so we can work on our song" I said, tugging her up with me.
"Thank you again for breakfast. It was nice to meet you Steve" Quinn said.
"I hope to see you around more often Quinn, you and Rachel seem to have a lot in common" Shelby said as we walked out of the room.
"Oh I forgot my bag in you room!" Quinn said, sunning back up the stairs.
"Hey, don't worry about Jesse. I'm sure he'll call when he can" she said, rubbing my arm. How could the motherly touches that once comforted me, make me want to either throw up or punch a wall.
"Of course he will, he loves me" I said, looking dead into her lying eyes.
"You ready?" Quinn asked as she pulled open the door.
"Yep" I said, blinking back the tears in my eyes.
"Rachel wait" Shelby said, grabbing my arm.
"What" I snapped. She knew she was lying and she knew I knew it as well.
"I love you, you know that right?" she asked nervously.
"Of course" I said, smiling brightly even though I wanted to rip my heart out, anything to keep it from breaking more than it already was.
"Have a good day honey" she said, pulling me into a bone crushing hug. The hug was meant to tell me that she was sorry and that she was only doing what she had to, to maintain our lifestyle. I knew that Steve had bought the house and he was the one who put money in my bank account when I wanted designer clothes. The hug was supposed to be comforting, but instead it was painful. She put too much pressure on my bruises and I yelped in pain, but I didn't pull away. No matter how much I wanted to hate her for what she was doing, I couldn't. She was my mother, the only person I had for 16 years and I could never not love her.
"You too mom" I said, squeezing back through the pain. It was meant to let her know that I wasn't okay with how she was letting us live, but I would settle for whatever she thought was best. I know she knew about the abuse and I know that she would eventually do something about it if I was a good girl like she asked me to be. She always rewarded me when I did as she asked, so why should this be any different?
As soon as she pulled away, I snatched Quinn's hand and dragged her out the door. I couldn't be in there any longer without feeling like I wanted to die.
"Where's the fire Rach?" Quinn laughed as we flew down the driveway.
"I'm just really excited about our duet that's all" I said happily, brushing away the lone tear that fell down my face.
GLEE
The rest of the day went by in a blur. I made small talk with Finn and Tina, flirted with Noah even though I wasn't even interested anymore, agued with Santana, listened to Kurt and Mercedes' latest gossip/rumor, and challenged Mike to a dance off. When my classes were over, I found myself suddenly bursting with excitement. It was time for glee and that meaner time for my duet with Quinn.
"Hey girly" Quinn said, walking beside me while locking our arms together.
"Hi" I smiled.
"You ready for this?" she asked.
"I wish we would've had a little more rehearsal time, but I know we can pull it off" I said honestly.
"Course we can, we're a couple of hot BAMFs we can pull anything off" she said, tossing her hair behind her shoulder.
I couldn't stop myself from crashing my lips against hers in that moment.
"What was that for? Not that I mind or anything" she asked breathlessly.
"I really like you" I said shyly. I couldn't believe she was making me blush like some thirteen year old girl.
"I really like you too" she said.
"Lets go" I said, grabbing her hand.
"Or we could just stay out here in this empty hallway and enjoy our sweet lady kisses together" she said, pulling me back towards her.
"Quinn" I groaned. "Don't tempt me" I said giggling.
"Lets go show off our hotness" she said, pecking my lips one last time.
"Mr. Shue, Quinn and I have something we've been working on" I said, as we entered the room.
"Floor's yours ladies" he said, dimming the lights and taking a seat.
"This song really means a lot to us, so we'd appreciate it if you would listen to the words and not stare at our boobs" Quinn said pointing at Puck and Mike.
"We want to open up to you all and let you know how we really feel because it's important for us as a team to really know each other" I said.
"Teamwork is essential for Regionals and I think we can do it, if we work for it" Quinn said.
"And I couldn't agree more" I said, setting up my ipod.
I pressed the play button and took my seat next to Quinn as her soft voice filled the room.
Quinn
I wish I could tie you up in my shoes make you feel unpretty too
I was told I was beautiful, but what does that mean to you
Look into the mirror who's inside there, the one with the long hair
Same old me again today heeaay
Rachel
My outsides are cool my insides are blue
Every time I think I'm through it's because of you
I've tried different ways but it's all the same
At the end of the day I have myself to blame
I'm just tripping
Both
You can buy your hair if it won't grow
You can fix your nose if he says so
You can buy all the make-up that mac can make
But if you can't look inside you find out who am I to
Be in a position to make me feel so damn unpretty
I feel pretty, oh so pretty
I feel pretty and witty and bright
Rachel
Never insecure until I met you now I'm being stupid
I used to be so cute to me just a little bit skinny
Why do I look to all these things to keep you happy
Maybe get rid of you and then I'll get back to me heeey
Quinn
My outsides look cool my insides are blue
Everytime I think I'm through it's because of you
Rachel
I've tried different ways but it's all the same
At the end of the day I have myself to blame
Keep on tripping
Both
You can buy your hair if it won't grow
You can fix your nose if he says so
You can buy all the make-up that mac can make
But if, you can't look inside you
Find out who am I to
Be in a position to make me feel so damn unpretty
I feel pretty, oh so pretty
I feel pretty and witty and bright
And I pity, any girl who isn't me tonight
Quinn
Oh oh oh-oh
Rachel
Tonight
Both
(I feel pretty)
You can buy your hair if it won't grow
(Oh so pretty)
You can fix your nose if he says so
(I feel pretty and witty and bright)
You can buy all the make-up that mac can make
But if you can't look inside you
Find out who am I to
Be in a position to make me feel so damn unpretty
I feel pretty but unpretty
When we had finished the song we were both in tears and the room was quietly as we wrapped our arms around each other and cried. I was tired of being abused for no reason. I was tired of fighting with my mother over what Steve thought was best. I was tired of being ignored and disrespected by my so-called boyfriend and my friends that haven't even bothered to call once since I moved. I was tired of being alone.
"Thank you" I heard Quinn whisper into my neck.
"No, thank you" I whispered back as I felt the arms of everyone in the glee club warp around us.
After our emotional moment, we were dismissed for the day but Quinn and I decided to stay back.
"I feel a lot better now that I've gotten that off my chest" Quinn said, pulling me against her.
"Me too" I said, pushing my hands under her shirt and stroking her the soft skin on her back.
"I like holding you" she said, placing her chin on top of my head.
"I like being held, I feel safe with you" I said.
"You know what else I like doing?" she asked.
"What?" I asked, looking up at her.
"Kissing you" she smiled as she smashed our mouths together in a passionate embrace.
"I like that too" I said, after we pulled away.
"I'll call you later?" she asked.
"Can't you just come back to my house, you can have dinner with us" I said pleadingly.
"As much as I'd like that, I have Cheerio's and then I need to get ready for the scrimmage game and so do you" she said, kissing my forehead.
"Why do I need to be there?" I asked.
"I need you to cheer me on" she said as if it were obvious.
"So you want me to cheer for a cheerleader?" I asked.
"Exactly, I need my sexy little cheerleader to keep me entertained when we loose the game" she said, bringing us together for one last heated kiss before she pulled away and walked out the door, leaving me standing there licking her peach lipgloss off my lips.
"You have a lot of explaining to do, Diva" Kurt said, emerging from a corner.
"Kurt! How long have you been standing there?" I asked in complete shock.
"I never left. I called your name, but you were clearly preoccupied with eating Quinn Fabray's face so I decided to wait. Now you've got ten minutes to spill so go".