A/N Is it to soon to say that I love you guys? Because I do. I really do.
Chapter 4
Quinn is not a kind of person you would usually see in Hair Salon 'Cut'. Even I feel like an alien here. And I don't have a hair that looks like a bird nest. I strongly believe that every single person in here woke up at 4 a.m. just to style her/his hair to perfection.
I managed to keep still for full two and a half seconds before I put a hat on my head. It's just too much. I feel like I could be replaced for a broom or something.
Kurt and Santana left us. They will come back later tonight when we are going to teach Quinn how to flirt. That would be the greatest challenge. Quinn is just extremely shy.
They put us on two seats in back, where we are patiently waiting for further instructions.
''There is no use in hiding it. I saw that mess as soon as you walked in.'' a voice says and my hat flies away.
''What do we have here? Brown hair in waves with side bangs. These are awful! Who on Earth cut them?!''
In mirror I see that there is middle-aged, short man staring at my head. I want to say. 'You. You are the one who cut them.' but I don't.
''I'm not your client.'' I squeak instead. ''She is.'' I say, pointing in Quinn.
He looks at Quinn and dramatically gasps.
Quinn smiles sweetly at him. ''Hello.''
''Dear Lord help me.'' He says while picking up the magazine and waving it around. ''Cheers. My name is Anton.''
''Our friend Kurt recommended you to us.'' I say.
''Kurt?'' He beams. ''I still remember our first time.''
Oh God. Kurt forgot to mention me this.
''He was so sweet, young and innocent before he walked in this salon. But when he left…''
Please don't tell me. I'm not paying for this.
''His hair was begging for attention. It was crying for some good care. And I gave it to it. I made love to that short brown hair. And look at him now. Kurt and his porn hair. Oh, the memories.''
Well.
''Now, let me see that.'' he said, running his hands through Quinn's hair. Lucky bastard.
''Mmm. You have really soft hair. You obviously take good care of it. We just need to style it somehow. Do you have any ideas of what you want Ms. Fabray?''
''I don't really…''
''Yes.'' I cut her off. ''It has to be sexy. She needs to win her girl, so it needs to be sexy.''
He thoughtfully nods.
I was so wrong. Make it look sexy. Hah. Good one Rachel, good one.
Quinn looks hot. Like hot, hot. Like she had sex all night, hot. Her hair is styled to look wild. And now she should walk around with 18+ sign around her neck. Don't lead your kids this way people. They are going to lose their virginity.
And don't think that is good thing, because it isn't. I can't be near her anymore. I'm uncomfortable and nervous and I have no idea what's going on.
You wanna jump her bones.
No I don't.
Yes, you do.
Yes, I…No.
God, where is optician when you need one.
We are waiting for Quinn's eye lenses. As much as she looks cute with her glasses on, we need to get rid of them to complete this look.
''Do you think this will work? I'm not really sure about it.'' Quinn says quietly.
Oh, you have no idea.
''Believe me, it will.'' I say looking up to meet her eyes.
Huge mistake.
Without glasses her eyes are…everything. They are deep and hazel and they are looking at your soul. They are harmless. They are inviting you in. I have this need to get closer to her. To touch her. To do something.
Look away before you do something stupid, Rachel.
And I do. But…her lips. So full and pink. They look so soft, like they could work magic. I bite my lip. I bet they do. I feel myself lean closer.
No. Don't. Stop.
Her lips are moving. So deliciously. I wonder how they would feel against mine.
Like haven.
''Rach?''
I hear her say. It's coming from somewhere far away. But she's so close. She's just here. I look at her eyes.
Huge mistake, indeed.
Don't do this, Rachel. Not here. Not like that.
Her eyes are now dark green. One second she's looking back at mine and next second she is looking at my lips. How am I supposed to stop now?
I have to, though. I know I need to. I just don't know how. How do you stop? How do you even breathe?
And that is how I found myself hoping for zombies to come. For plane to crash on us. Volcano to erupt. Hell, Pikachu would do right now. Anything would do right now.
''Here you go.'' Optician says giving me small box.
I snap back from my world.
''Thank you. Thank you, thank you so much.'' I breathlessly say.
Quinn takes box.
''Don't mention it, really.'' He says back. ''So, are you an actress?''
''No, I'm doctor.'' Quinn says back immediately.
''Good for you, Ms. Fabray, but I was asking the other lady.'' He says smiling cocky at me.
Quinn glares at him.
''I…yes. I do in fact. I work on Broadway.''
''Ah, that's good. It would be shame for world not to see your beauty.'' He winks.
''You are too nice.'' I smile shyly at him.
''I'm Paul.''
''Good for you.'' Says Quinn clearing her throat. ''Now, if that's all, we have to go.'' She grabs my hand and led me out.
''He was nice, don't you think?'' I ask once when we are out.
''Mhm.'' Says Quinn.
''Nice eyes.'' I continue.
''I've seen nicer.''
Anything to stop thinking about you.
''When are they coming?'' yells Quinn from her bedroom.
''For about 15 minutes.'' I take a bottle of wine from the fridge and note one point on my diet table. I know that every glass of wine should be two pints, but there is no way that liquid can worth as much as Milky Way.
''Are you done yet?'' I ask. ''We are just practicing, you know.''
''I know. You are not letting me go in public yet. But I still want to look good.'' She appears on doorway.
''That's the spirit.'' I say looking at her. ''Oh.''
She's wearing tight black jeans and black top that rivals more than it hides. Now complete that with knee-high boots, leather jacket, shiny belt and sex hair.
''What's wrong?'' she asks looking down at herself concerned.
''N-Nothing. You are…You look…I mean…''
There is some wild knocking on door.
Thank God.
''I'm going to get that.'' I say stumbling on my own feet. And they say Quinn is the one who need some game. Ha.
I open the door and Santana, Brittany and Kurt come rushing in.
''About damn time, Gimli.'' Says Santana.
''We were waiting for 10 seconds most, Santana.''
''It's irrelevant how long Kurt. We were still waiting.'' She glares at him.
''There is some girl with serious sex hair in Rachel's kitchen guys.'' Says Brittany from doorway.
Kurt and Santana are in the kitchen before I can blink.
''Quinn? Is this Quinn? Am I dreaming?''
''Woha there.''
They are circling and poking her like she's an alien. Quinn awkwardly shifts from side to side.
''Stop it guys. You are making her uncomfortable.'' I say.
''Yup. Yeah. That's it. We can forget about this stupid project and you are joining me and Britt-Britt. Can she Britt?'' Santana says hopefully looking at Brittany.
''I would so tap that.'' Brittany says back.
''Okay guys, no. We are here to help her swoon her girl.'' Kurt cuts in.
Like I would let them anywhere near Quinn.
''I just don't understand why Quinn wants…'' Santana begins.
''Santana!'' Quinn interrupts. ''Shut it.'' she warns her with pointed look.
''So hot.'' Brittany whispers.
''Calm your tits Q. I'm not gonna tell.''
''Okay guys! Let's move this into living room.''
And before I have time to figure out what just happened I'm dragged by Kurt in our living room.
Kurt takes arm-chair, Brittany and Santana couch, so Quinn and I are forced on love seat. Just my luck.
''So what have we missed?'' Kurt asks eying Quinn.
''Well, as you can see we got her hair styled and we replaced her glasses with lenses. Nothing too serious.'' I say.
''Ohh, that's cool! That's the same thing Clark Kent had done!'' Britt exclaims happily.
Quinn's whole face lights up.
''Okay. Now that we fixed your look, we have to set free your inner sexuality.'' Says Kurt.
''My what?''
''Inner sexuality. There is beast inside of you who is just waiting to be free.''
''Beast?''
Kurt nods. ''And we are going to help you.''
''Umm, yeah. Okay, I guess.''
''You don't have to be insecure Quinn. You are ready. I can feel it, I can see it. I can smell it.''
''You are probably just smelling pizza.'' She says.
''No, not that. You are like a volcano. Ready to erupt.''
''What? Thousands of years old and full of gas?''
''I'm going to check on pizza.'' I say and disappear in kitchen before I burst out laughing.
I can hear Santana choking in her own laughter and Kurt taking deep, calming breaths.
Quinn looks lost. And scared.
''First rule of flirting.'' Santana says. ''You have to feel comfortable in your skin. Do you feel comfortable in your skin?''
''I guess.'' Quinn replies.
''You guess, Quinn? You guess?'' Tonight, Santana is in her element. ''We don't want you to guess. We want you to know. You are on top of the world Quinn. On. Top. Of. It.''
''You are right San. Quinn would totally be top.''
''The thing is,'' I basically yell. They need to stop saying things like that. ''girls need some encouragement. There is no girl that would just come to you without any signs of affection from your side.''
''I guess I can do that. Yeah.''
Santana shoots her pointed look.
''You have to tell her 'You are sexy. I want to talk to you. I want to know you better' without a single word.''
''You mean like, I have to write her a latter?''
I can her Santana quietly cursing in Spanish.
Just don't laugh. Take it easy,
''You have to tell her with your eyes.'' Santana says huskily.
''My eyes?''
''Your eyes.'' Brittany breathes. ''Let's just show her. Maybe it will be easier.''
''Yes! That's great idea Britt. Let's do that.'' Kurt says bringing two chairs and putting them next to piano. ''This is going to be our bar.''
''This is going to work.'' Says Santana. '' Come on Rachel. I don't have all night.''
''Come on where?''
''Sit. And drink some wine.''
''What? Why?''
''So Quinn can seduce you, you moron.''
Oh no. No, no, no, no.
''You must be kidding.''
She doesn't even blink. ''Do I look like I'm kidding? Go already.''
This can't end up well.
''Why don't you go?'' I whine. ''What about Kurt?''
''Because I couldn't manage two seconds without laughing in her face or punching her. And I'm just gonna pretend you didn't ask the other question.''
''But…''
''No buts.'' She says giving me glass of wine and putting me on chair.
Shit.
''Alright, Quinn.'' Kurt says. ''Go.''
She nods and slowly approaches me. ''Umm, can I join you?''
Damn her eyes.
I nod, somehow forgetting how to talk. She's still looking in my eyes.
''That's good. Now turn your chair so you are facing her.'' Santana instructs.
Quinn turns her chair. Our knees are brushing. Do I blink? I'm I supposed to say something? Do I just jump her, or?
''Good. Now say something. Keep her interested.'' Santana continuous.
''Umm…'' she bites her lip.
Yup. Just jump her.
''Come on Quinn.''
''Umm…''
Look away. Look away. Just look away.
''Anything.''
She leans in closer. Oh God. Breathe. Just breathe. In. And out. ''Do you know who Superman is?''
Yes. No. Maybe. I don't know. Tell me. Teach me. Show me.
Kurt looks like he is going to pass out and Santana is rolling on the floor.
I try to swallow.
''Second rule of flirting,'' Brittany says. ''don't talk about superheroes if you want to get someone in your bed.''
A/N I'm trying to find someone to beta this story but it's taking longer than expected. So, do you want me to stop posting until I find someone or ?
