Author's note: None of my stories are classified as romance even though they are. Odd, hm? I admit I focus on the drama and create issues and feel as though the romance should help characters work through their issues. That being said future chapters will be rated M but hardly. I won't go into sex scenes or details because I simply don't want to, its not my style. Use your imaginations. Hopefully you're enjoying this so far. If not-I firmly think it will get better. And of course moments of my life and what I say end up in my stories, but a lot in this one.
Quinn didn't talk much with Rachel, she kept glancing at the kitten, even after the brunette handed him to the happy cheerleader. The dancer gave Rachel a hug too and Quinn felt a small pang of jealousy that Brittany was so open with affection. She knew it would be odd and likely jarring if she hugged the diva but it seemed second nature for the other cheerleader to embrace Rachel. The fleeting feeling of jealousy left Quinn feeling a bit inadequate. She had to stop herself numerous times today from telling the shorter girl she was doing something cute. After thanking her cheermate Quinn once again opened the door for Rachel to get into her car after they had taken the bags in for Brittany's new feline guest.
"Do you think I'm incapable of opening the door?" Rachel asked in a serious tone and Quinn stopped herself from opening it further, until she saw the diva smirk and realized she was joking.
She smirked down at the girl and replied, "I can stop doing it." Feeling as though she offended her in some way, implying she was weak.
"I didn't say I minded," Rachel said with a larger smirk and Quinn rolled her eyes as she got in her side.
The short ride to The Berry house was silent. Quinn lightly drummer her fingers on the steering wheel and the singer didn't make a move to leave though she appeared to be contemplating.
Shifting in her seat the blonde tucked her right leg under herself and pivoted to look at the brunette and turned off the car. If they were going to sit she might as well enjoy the quiet and turn off the engine.
"Do you want to come in?" Rachel said with uncertainty and frowned as though she would never think she'd ask Quinn Fabray that question.
"If you want me to come in," she countered. This time it was Rachel who smirked. Quinn always had to be difficult. They both knew this and Rachel found it oddly comforting that the popular cheerleader she was accustomed to hadn't completely vanished. There was still that lingering thought that Quinn was possessed or there was an invasion of the body snatchers scenario at work here.
"We could watch a movie," Rachel offered. After wondering if her room was clean and presentable, but she was Rachel Berry and she was always neat, just not to the extent of Ms. Pilsbury.
"As long as it's not a Broadway or Streisand movie, sure," Quinn said in a mocking tone, feeling as though she had to and the temptation was too much.
"I'll have you know I have a rather extensive collection, with the exception of some horror movies. Though Hitchcock is a classic and is partially horror he's also a master of suspense." Rachel said mid lecture but Quinn stopped her.
"You have a lot of Disney movies don't you?" The blonde asked knowingly. It would be a shock if the shorter girl didn't.
"With the exception of Bambi it's pretty much a complete collection, except for the sequels which are really horrendous and devoid of any purpose. I honestly don't know what they were thinking when they made The Little mermaid Two." Rachel said as she finished her rant. Quinn only nodded her head slowly and refrained from telling the shorter girl she was cute. Instead she simply followed the girl to her front door and up to her room. The Berry men didn't seem to be home, something that Quinn was thankful for. She may have declined the offer if they had been.
Taking off her sweater Rachel hung it on the back of her chair and turned to look at Quinn who seemed to be taking in her room.
"You can choose," Rachel offered but it still held a demanding tone. Quinn wasn't sure if that diva edge would ever vanish. It did sometimes, like today when everyone had verbally attacked her but the shorter girl always had a certainty about her. She was very conscious of her talent and she knew who she was. Narrowing her eyes the blonde focused on the wall of dvds. It wasn't an entire wall but the singer hadn't lied, there was a large collection with a good deal of range. The blonde skimmed them over and lightly smiled that they were in order based on genre. When she came to the kid's section she found Where the Wild Things Are and had to stop herself from jumping up and down with excitement. She'd seen it a handful of times but she loved it. Sliding it out from its spot Quinn turned it and her eyes pleaded with the shorter girl to watch it. The brunette gave her a look that voiced-Really?
Nodding once Quinn couldn't stop herself from smiling.
"Really?" Rachel verbalized and there was a slight judging tone in that one word.
"First off its not a kids movie, it shouldn't be in that section, second it's meant for an older demographic and third the music's great." Quinn said daring the girl to argue with her. Rachel only smiled and grabbed it from the cheerleader's hand to put it in the player. While Rachel was putting it in Quinn continued to look around. The only option to sit would be on the bed. Unlike her, Rachel didn't have a couch in her room.
With remote in hand Rachel set everything up. Quinn stood there waiting to take her cues from the smaller girl. Rachel kicked off her shoes and got on her bed, the cheerleader did the same, trying to not make it seem as though she was nervous and this was an everyday occurrence. Skipping over the previews the brunette went right to the movie. It was obvious to both of them that there was a solid four inches between them. The blonde tried to get comfortable by sitting Indian style while the diva had one leg tucked under her and the other outstretched as she leaned back against the headboard.
Five minutes into the movie Rachel couldn't help herself after glances at the blonde every now and then. "Why do you like this movie?" She asked gently, still staring at the screen.
Quinn took in a deep breath and didn't look over to the girl. "Because in the end he comes back and his mother hugs him. They don't have to say anything, though that's kind of unrealistic, most mothers would be screaming or proclaiming something, but they just hug and its comforting," she said calmly and finished with a shrug.
They didn't say anything else for a half hour, but they managed to move closer to one another, each unaware of it. Quinn's legs were comfortably outstretched and Rachel's arm kept brushing hers. It wasn't until the scene where a creature's arm is removed that Quinn burst out laughing. Rachel looked up to see the blonde who kept laughing, disrupting their quietness. She was surprised she saw happy tears in her eyes.
"It gets me every time," Quinn said as she kept laughing through light chuckles. Rachel laughed under her breath, amused that this carefree blonde was in her house. If she could go back in time, even a week ago and tell her past self this would be happening she would have checked herself into a psych ward.
"Even Kurt can't pull off that look," The brunette said as the bird still had a twig as an arm. This caused the blonde to laugh more, clutching her side. The diva frowned and then poked the other girl who was still intently watching the movie.
"Ouch," the blonde said, looking at Rachel with a-what the hell expression.
"I'm seeing if you're real. I've been debating if you're a clone, a demon inhabiting Quinn Fabray's body or if you've had an evil twin all along and this is the nice one that was clearly hidden away in the basement like the awful movie Man in the Iron mask," she rambled.
The blonde only raised her eyebrows. She almost laughed, but she was a little offended and that side won out. Yes, she was real and it still hurt that Rachel second guessed her but if it had been reversed, their situations…well the blonde couldn't blame her. Her shoulders dropped and she turned her attention back to the movie. In all honesty she didn't know how to respond to the brunette.
Rachel's finger inched closer to her side and Quinn could see from her peripheral vision.
"Yes, I'm real," she said with a underlying edge of sadness and watched Rachel retract her hand quickly that was clearly intended to poke her again.
"Good to know. That lays some theories to rest." Rachel said with more certainty.
"You have other theories?" Quinn asked but kept focused on the movie.
"Yes, but you won't know of them." Rachel said with a nod and for some reason felt compelled to move closer as though she wasn't saying-you'll never know. There wasn't a harsh tone to any of her words.
Again Quinn nodded and as the movie progressed she felt her eyes getting heavier. Even though she knew what was happening and going to happen she still took in every scene. When she woke up it was because the main options kept playing on repeat. Slowly moving her head around she rubbed her eyes with her right hand. Her left arm seemed stuck. Opening her eyes more she noticed it was pinned under a Rachel Berry who had rested her head on her shoulder, her lips very close to her own neck.
"Oh sweet baby Jesus," she whispered. Looking up she smoothly grabbed the pillow and maneuvered it to her shoulder so she could slip away from the brunette. When her feet touched the floor she slowly stood and moved to the foot of the bed. Turning around she turned off the tv and dvd player.
"Rachel, you have to wake up," she said lightly shaking her shoulder. The brunette rolled over move, away from the disturbance that was interrupting her sleep and Quinn rolled her eyes and shook her shoulder a little harder. "Rachel." She said a little louder.
"That's the first time you've said my name," the diva said rubbing her eyes. She didn't want to look at the blonde, it was all very odd.
"It's actually the second, the first time you wouldn't wake up," Quinn said gently. "It's late," she continued. "I should leave," she said, already putting her shoes back on.
"Are you…going to the party tomorrow?" Rachel asked gently, sitting up in bed, her eyes on the cheerleader.
"Probably not." She said shaking her head.
"Oh. If you want to…I don't know," the brunette said, thinking over this uncharted territory. The blonde decided to help her out.
"Maybe we can walk around town." She offered.
"In public?" Rachel asked quickly with skepticism.
The blonde slowly nodded her head. "That's kind of the idea." For someone so smart, the cheerleader thought the singer was being remarkably dense.
"Wouldn't that hurt your popularity?" The shorter girl countered. Again Quinn took a deep breath. Clearly the girl thought she was shallow and would only want to spend time with her if no one was aware.
"Fine, I'll see you Monday." Quinn said back tensely and turned to leave. Rachel opened her mouth to say something but the words never came and the blonde's back was facing her, oblivious to the brunette's look of confusion.
The blonde smoothly but quickly made her way down the stairs and out of the house before anyone could notice. When she had gotten in her car she was on autopilot. Of course a friendship couldn't work, what was she thinking? She had treated her cruelly for years. She couldn't expect that past to vanish after a few hours. It wasn't fair to the singer, Quinn was aware of this. She didn't have any expectations of the singer, she was tentative if anything, but she couldn't lie, it still hurt to have the reverse and someone expect the worse from you.
Driving to her house, a place that she wouldn't consider a home she looked around and was glad to see signs were up on telephone polls. Britt and Santana had evidently put them up. She sent a text saying a simple thank you for the other blonde cheerleader while she was at a stop sign. Immediately a reply came back saying no problum with a smiley face. She found it endearing that the other girl couldn't spell.
When she arrived at her house she went up to her room and tossed her purse on her bed. Stripping out of her clothes and putting on a loose tank top she laid down in her underwear and shirt. Closing her eyes she wanted to drift off to sleep. It was rude to have just left, she knew this, but it was her m.o. and it was easier. Willing herself to fall asleep she thought of calmly music , letting it play in her head. It wasn't that late, maybe around nine o'clock if she felt the desire to roll over and check her clock, but she started to drift off, enjoying the chance to shut out reality.
