Hey guys! Sorry for the super late update but it's because I write fanfics secretly ;). So here it is...Wish you like it... and by the way, you should listen to this song. .. it'll be applied in this chapter. .com/watch?v=y6D7nYRVxC8
Thursday and the signs are pointing to...
Quinn stayed up until 2 am, thinking of "signs of my soulmate." She grabs a pen and paper, stares at it, and thinks.
If it were the movies like Santana said, then I should ask for signs right?
Right?
She then starts writing.
Signs.
No.1 Has to be hot. No crap. This is too broad. She erases number 1.
I should think of something that is not typical, but would still be compatible with my should be smart in order to date me. That could be good...Aha!
No. 1 First person that I see in school that has a grade of A. This is good. Hmmm. So what's next? One should be attractive? Hot? Ahhhh. May be an athlete?
No. 2: Wears a varsity jacket. Next...I like music. One should be into music just like me. Yeah, that could be a good sign...
No. 3: One who plays the piano, more specifically, great in playing the piano. Yeah, someone in school might have that hidden talent...So what should be the last sign? One should have the same food perks..
No. 4: Eats oreo with peanut butter. Yeah, that could do it.The blonde smiles at herself.
I have high standards. And if these signs are really true, then whatever. I could try this.
"This could be enough." She sighs, puts her pen and paper back to her bag and looks at the clock.
2:01 am.
She groans, knowing that there's only four hours left for her to sleep and go to school.
This is what you get crazy Quinn.
Rachel is getting things from her locker, highly aware that a certain trio would soon be going her way.
30 seconds left Rachel.
They're near. She's near.
Faster!
With tremblng hands,she grabs her books, notebooks and sams her locker shut. She then walks away as as fast as she can, not noticing a piece of paper slipping out of her grasp.
That piece of paper, however, was seen by the blonde who also witnessed the whole scenario from 15 feet away.
Does she really hate me that much that she even avoids seeing me? Quinn picks the paper up, looks at it, and then turns pale. This did not went unnoticed by the latina trailing behind her.
"Quinn what's wrong?"
Rachel barbra Berry
Mathematics
Grade: A
No no no no no no.
This isn't happening.
Calm down Quinn
It's just... one sign.
"Quinn you're pale."
"It's fine, let's just get to class, don't wanna be late." She dismisses, walks away, but Santana is not willing to let it go.
"You can't dodge the subject all day long Q, I'm still gonna ask you later."
At lunch, Quinn went into the auditorium She feels very confused, and she doesn't anyone bothering her especially when she feels like this. The auditorium has been her quiet place since freshmen year. Everytime she's upset about something or pissed off, she goes to this place just to breathe.
She enters it, sits at the very back row and sighs heavily. She leans back on her chair and closes her eyes.
What is happening to me?
Suddenly, she hears music. Quinn lifts her head and sees someone on stage playing the piano. Because she is in the far end of the auditorium, she failed to recognize the piano player, and she didn't bother to look who. She settles back at her position and closes her eyes again, the music soothing her ears. A few minutes later, a voice was added to the playing. The piano player started singing.
I know that voice..
...
Sign no. 3... No, please.
She stands up, walks down the aisle towards the stage, her head screaming not to but her heart shouting to see if her hunch is right.
One has to play the piano.
Little by little, she sees who it is. The piano player has her eyes closed, immersing herself in the music.
You.
"You" Quinn murmurs, causing the brunette to turn her head to the right, down the stage. Rachel's eyes goes wide seeing the blonde.
Her.
Rachel abruptly turns her eyes aways, panics, stands up and hurrily goes down the other side of the stage to escape this situation.
I constantly avoid her and she constantly shows up?
"Stop." Quinn said before she could stop herseld. Rachel continues walking fast already halfway down the aisle.
"Don't go Rachel, I have something to return to you." Rachel stops, looks down at her feet and contemplates whether to oblige to the blonde or not.
No, not this time.
She continues walking towards the exit, but her moments were halted when Quinn grabs her wrist with sudden force. She could feel blonde's hands were shaking, but she didn't know why.
"I said I need to talk to you. Why won't you talk to me?" Quinn asks, her voice wavering because of too much frustration these past few days, especially because Rachel still can't get past the order. She holds the girl's wrist tighter, her heart beating faster every second.
"You're hurting me." Rachel croaks out and escaped Quinn's grasp. She walks out fastly, not daring to look back. Quinn was left more confused, upset, and frustrated.
How could she even be my soulmate when she hates me?
Game over Q.
Better stop with this nonsense.
Better stop now than later.
The blonde goes to the cafeteria and caught the glimpse of the brunette and she didn't even care when she saw her eating oreo with peanut butter, trying to share it with the kids on her table.
Way to twist it harder, signs.
Just ignore it Quinn.
For the best.
End of class.
Quinn is at the school's parking lot, about to enter her car when she spotted the brunette, again. But to her dislike, Rachel is not alone.
Again?
Really?
Bambi Rachel is with Finn, the boy draping Rachel's arms with his varsity jacket. Quinn scoffs to herself, not believing what she's seeing.
Are you kidding me? Asking the heavens above her.
She failed to hear what they were talking about but it didn't stop her anger. Finn goes back to school with a stupid grin on his face while Rachel goes to her car, smiling.
Pretty flirty there!
Finn and Rachel's convo 3 minutes ago.
"Hey Rach" Finn calls after her, flashing his goofy smile.
"Hi Finn. What is it?" she smiles back at him. Honestly, the boy was cute, but she's not that sure whether she likes him or not. The first person that caught her attention during her first day was...
She remembers her encounter with Quinn at the auditorium. She didn't want to look at the blonde cause she was scared that the girl would see through her. She didn't want to talk to her because she's scared to say the wrong things..
No Rachel.
Never gonna happen.
A boyfriend wouldn't hurt.
She was a bit startled when Finn puts his jacket around her shoulder. She tried to protest and return it to him but he was persistent.
"No Rach, it's fine, you could return it to me tomorrow."
"Well, thanks Finn."
"And uhm, uh Rachel, I want to...uh ask if you're busy Saturday?...you know...I could give you a tour of the town since you're new here...that is if you want?...it's totally fine if you're busy-"
"It's okay Finn, I'm not doing anything Saturday." She says to stop the boy rambling in front of her. Besides, Finn's right, she still wasn't that familiar with town.
"Great! I'll text you the details later. Bye!"
"Bye Finn." She goes towards her car.
Quinn's eyes were still fixed on the girl inside the car, about to start the engine.
Santana's words the other night hitting her.
Heart beats fast.
Jealous.
Giddy.
Damn it.
Damn with these signs.
I do like her.
Am I?
Do I?
It's not game over.
I haven't even tried yet.
I can do this.
Besides I'll return her exam paper to her.
She mustered up all her courage and rushes to the brunette's car, entering the passenger seat. Rachel almost jumped out of the car because of shock. She then makes a move to get out of the car to escape again but this time, Quinn won't make it easy for her. The blonde pushes the auto lock button, good thing that their cars have resemblance.
"Nope, can't do that. Let's talk first." Quinn says smugly. Still no answer.
"Fine, you don't wanna talk? Guess I'll be staying in here." Quinn puts on her seatbelt.
Rachel remained unaffected, seeing that the sky is turning grey, then it starts raining.
I can't be stuck in here with her.
But if I get out of the car, I'd be drenced.
She starts the engine, still not acknowledging the girl beside her. She then starts driving to go home.
"Okay, I'll still be here. I'll stay in here until you talk to me. Even if I sleep in your car, it's fine."
Whil driving, Quinn throws her different questions, and at times gives compliments to her car, but the brunette gives no answers.
"What color is your eyes."
"Nice windshield"
"Where do you buy your clothes?"
"How long have you played the piano?"
"This car cushions are comfortable."
"Do you prefer blondes or brunettes?"
Quinn is trying so hard, wanting to annoy the girl if that's what it takes to make her talk, but it's been 20 minutes and she still seemed unaffected.
When they reached her house, the brunette made a move to get out, but the blonde, grabs her wrist again, this time not letting her go. Rachel froze, but looks at the road ahead.
"What does it take to make you talk huh, do I have to be Finn to make you talk?" Quinn's voice now sounded a bit angry.
"What do you want from me?" Rachel replies at last, just wanting to get this overwith.
"I said I want to talk"
"About what?"
"Look at me first, please" there was a sincerity in the blonde's voice that made Rachel comply. They locked eyes, both of her heart beating faster.
"You said you want to return something to me. What is it?" Rachel is still in full facade mode, trying to see the motive behind the blonde's actions.
"I left it at school, but it's not what I want to talk-"
"Guess there's no need for this conversation."
"Damn it Rachel!" Frustrated she, pulls the girl to her, attaching their lips together.
If you won't listen, then I'll show you.
She kisses her with fervor, savoring the sweet taste of the girl's lips. She kisses her bottom lip, her upper lip, her tongue, her teeth. She deepens the kiss by delving into the girl's mouth with her tongue. Almost a minute passed before the situation sinks into Rachel. She abruptly pushes the blonde, trying to catch her breath and her eyes widening.
"What are you doing?"
"I like you Rachel."
Rachel gaped, not believing what she's hearing, she's still a bit dazed after what happened. She tried to rack her brain for any replies, but nothing comes out.
"I said I like you." Quinn repeats
Before Rachel could answer, her phone opens it and sees:
Hey Rach, it's Finn.
See you at Breadstix on Saturday. 7 pm
Finn.
Fuck
I forgot.
"Who was that?" Quinn asked, clearly irritated that this moment is being interrupted by a text.
"...it's Finn." Rachel answers, feels a bit guilty. Guilty for who? Finn? Or Quinn?
"Why is he texting you?" the tone in the blonde's vpice obviously showing jealousy.
"He...he told me the details about our date on Saturday." She tries to say it calmly, but the blonde was suddenlly livid.
"He what? You what?"
"Calm down Quinn, I can explain."
Yep, definitely guilty for Quinn.
"Yeah? Then explain." Her anger still not going away.
"Well he asked me earlier at school if he could give me a tour of town and I uh...I said yes.."
"Then that's fucking great! Go on a date with him!"
"Quinn stop. You're not even letting me finish. Look at us, we're not yet starting over and we're already arguing."
"And who's' fault is that?"
"You know what? Fine. I'll go on a date with him!" Rachel says exasperated and tired of defending herself to the blonde.
"Fine!" Quinn goes out of the car, slams it loudly, walks away and lets herself be drenced on the rain.
Fucking great.
I'll be writing the next chapter now. Having a bit of a writer's block right now but please bear with me, this is my first fanfic