Ok, I know a lot of you probably didn't like the last chapter very much, so I deleted it and this is my new idea I had. Please read and review!
I woke up the next morning in Rachel's bed- but with no Rachel. I got up and ran a brush through my hair. Smelling fresh food in the kitchen I smiled, recalling how nice Rachel is to her guests. I walked to the kitchen, where there was a fancy breakfast set up on the table- but still no Rachel. Only Kurt. I was very confused.
"Morning, Kurt. Where's Rachel?" I asked immediately.
"Morning, and she had rehearsal at 6 AM, the Broadway Tribute is today." He pointed out the poster on the table. I nodded, getting butterflies in my stomach, which happens whenever I even think about Rachel singing. I sat down at the table with Kurt, and we started to devour the food on the table. I cut into a cinnamon roll and in the cinnamon roll; there was a small piece of paper with writing on it. I pulled out the now sticky paper and read it under the table. It was a note, handwritten from Rachel.
Quinn- I knew you'd find this because you have this weird obsession with cinnamon rolls. But, I just wanted to say thank you for being so supportive of me. Love, Rachel.
Wait- love? Rachel loves me? Of course, she's not a pressed lemon (as Santana calls it) like me, so Rachel meant it in the most innocent way. She loves me like a friend. After we were done eating, I spent the remainder of the day going shopping with the super trendy gay. He took FOREVER in every single store we stopped at, droning on about how certain colors help your complexion, blah, blah, blah. Me being a girl, I'm usually pretty into fashion. But today, all I could think of was getting to hear Rachel sing later. After the fifth 45 minute stop, I picked out an outfit- with Kurt's help, of course- to wear tonight.
Soon enough, it was almost time for the concert. I hadn't had any contact with Rachel today, so I was very much excited. I chose a light blue sundress and a cute hat. Once I finished curling my hair, I grabbed my shoes and a purse from my suitcase, and walked into the kitchen. Kurt, being the always fashionable one, was wearing a slimming tuxedo and a light silver tie. I hurried him into the car, and we headed off to Rachel's performance. Quickly maneuvering through traffic, I almost hit two different taxis - traffic in NYC is crazy. Kurt laughed as one of the drivers yelled obscenities from another language at me. I just waved at him. Being nice to people gets you places. At least according to Rach. Obviously, this man didn't think so- he flipped me off and sped away. Kurt was still chuckling.
"What are you laughing about, Kurt?" I questioned as we continued on our way.
"You, it's just so obvious that you like Rachel, after you told me, I noticed all the crazy things you'll do to even be around her." He pointed out.
"Yea, I know. Sometimes it all feels totally worthless, because I know she'll never love me back." I confessed. He reached over and gave me a quick hug.
"I promise, it'll all be worth it, one day." Kurt said with a mysterious tone in his voice.
Before I could ask him what he meant, we had arrived at the show. I hopped out of the car and ushered him inside. There was Rachel, standing near the door. I took an intake of breath- she looked stunning. We quickly said our hellos, but she was called backstage, so we went our separate ways. Soon, the concert began. The entire drama class, directed by Carmen Tibideaux, sang the opening number, Seasons of Love. It sounded really good; I could make out Rachel's beautiful voice in the background, and noticed Kurt mouthing the words. A girl and a guy stepped forward and sang the solos. I was kind of pissed, I mean, they both sounded amazing, but Rachel would've been better. Soon the song finished, and they got a standing ovation. The lights went down and there was a quick costume change. Rachel walked to the middle of the stage in a stunning white- silvery gown. Even Kurt looked jealous. She began to sing. I soon recognized it as "My Man" I remember when she sang it, two years ago. When Jessie, ugh, was here. She sounded even better, if that was possible. Afterwards, I stood up and gave her a huge standing ovation, along with everyone else. I spent the next six performances scanning the people for Rachel. She was in the background for all of them, only getting one solo before intermission. When intermission finally came, I hurried to go find Rachel. Quickly spotting her, I rushed over and gave her a huge hug.
"You did such a great job!" I exclaimed. Kurt agreed and hurried off to call Blaine.
"Aw thanks Q." Being called Q brought back all of my high school memories. Which I was OK with for once. She looked troubled.
"Um, you look upset. What's wrong?" I asked worriedly.
"I had four solos tonight. FOUR. And Carmen cut three of them, to give to Charlie". She was obviously very upset, being that she used to sing every solo in glee.
"I'm so sorry Rach. I loved your song though. It was my favorite." I noticed Rachel started to blush. This made me a little suspicious.
"Thanks Quinn." She was sniffling and her mascara was runny.
"Let's go to the bathroom and fix your make-up." I suggested. The mere thought of being in a tight space with Rachel gave me butterflies.
"How about my dressing room backstage?" she asked, and I nodded. Grabbing my hand, we headed towards the room. Breathe, Quinn. The girl of your dreams is holding your hand. No big deal.
The door had two names on the door- Rachel Berry, and Charlie Hammond. Charlie Hammond…. That sounds familiar.
"Who's Charlie?" I asked as we entered the small dressing room.
"That's who Carmen gave the solos too." Her voice cracked. I hugged her tightly. Four hugs in the last day. Go Quinn, I thought to myself with a smile. The diva broke away to sit at her make-up table and attempted to fix her mascara.
"Let me help." I offered, when she accidently poked herself in the eye with the mascara wand. She smiled and I sat down next to her. As I pulled the wand out of her hand, she held onto my hand, and moved closer to me.
"Quinn, I've been very confused about something lately." Her voice was barely a whisper. My heart may have actually skipped a beat.
"I think-"she paused and took a deep breath. "-that I may be, uh, getting feelings for you." She confessed.I wanted to jump up and down and confess my feelings. Which I did, without the jumping around part.
"Rachel, I've had feelings for you for three years." I confessed, pretty bluntly.
"You have? All those times you made fun of me..." she trailed off, confusedly.
"I didn't know how to tell you I was in love with you. Santana and Brit were the only ones who knew. I told them because I've always known they were-" I stuttered on the word. "Les-lesbian" Rachel smiled sadly.
"I've known for- eh- four months." She said quietly, holding my hands lightly. I seriously cannot believe this is happening to me.
"Rachel, will you-" I began, but Rach interrupted me.
"I want to be with you. I do." She hugged me tightly.
"And I want to be with you." I moved up and quickly kissed her on the lips. And the best part was- she kissed back. Then someone walked in, it was that Charlie girl.
"EW! What are you doing?" she exclaimed, and turned around, storming out of the room.
Rachel shrugged.
"Screw her." I joked, and we returned to our sweet lady kisses.
Guys, I think you'll like this chapter 3 better. PLEASE review, the reviews make my day better. I have an idea for the next chapter, but I need more ideas, for later chapters.