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CHAPTER 4
What Are You Even Saying?
"What do you mean Kurt?"
"Well, I've talked to Finn, and he keeps babbling about never giving up and getting what is rightfully his... about soul-mates and "meant to be". It's getting kinda creepy, and not Barbara Walter's creepy, I mean the girl from "The Ring" creepy." Kurt stated as fast as he could. "Seriously Rachel, I'm actually calling you right now because he said he was gonna fix everything, grabbed all his savings and left. Just- just promise me you'll lock all your doors and windows please."
"I- I don't know what to say Kurt. Has he ever behaved like this before?" Rachel dried her face and went out to her room to sit on the bed.
"Let me see... I dunno Rachel. I remember once I had a conversation with Carole about him not wanting to get rid of his father's chair. It's like once he wants something he disregards everybody else's feelings. It's freakin' intense let me tell ya." Kurt's voice sounded as if he was talking about a soap-opera character.
"I know he's kinda dense sometimes and tends to hurt people without wanting to. But what he did in Glee Club was way over the top. I'm... I'm scared Kurt. Not for me, but for Quinn." Rachel tried to keep her voice even but failed miserably.
"I'm sure he won't murder her or anything Rachel! He's just.. he's not thinking straight right now. Remember last prom when he tried to punch Jesse?"
"How could I forget. He was acting like a caveman!" Rachel sighed could be heard loudly at the other end.
"Well, I'm afraid that's Quinn's future. Unless she's as good at dodging as Jesse that is."
"Well, she is a very talented dancer, maybe she could pull some moves à la Matrix. What am I even saying! No! The point is not how to get Quinn to dock, the point is how to get Finn not to punch!" Rachel firmly concluded. "D-do you know how the whole chair business ended?"
Kurt took a breath. "As Carole tells it, she just had a heart to heart with him and made him understand. Maybe... Maybe you can make him understand too. Just show him how happy Quinn makes you and how much you love her." Kurt suggested "Then he'll understand and will leave you alone."
"Y-yeah... sure. I'll just show him." Rachel let her body hit the bed hard as she sighed deeply.
"Actually, how is it that you and Quinn ended up together in the first place?" Kurt was navigating shaky waters at this point.
"Well, like I said: It was just a physical thing at the beginning. I guess it sort of escalated from there." Rachel put her fist in her mouth and bit it, then got up from the bed and proceeded to walk around her room.
"I bet she's good." Kurt's voice had gotten at least an octave lower.
"She has certainly been good to me. That much I can tell you." Rachel was scrunching her eyebrows by this point.
"Yeah, I imagine she has been very good to you. So how was it... losing the big "V" to no other than Quinn Fabray?" Kurt had just dropped the bomb.
"WHAT?" Rachel jumped and dropped her cellphone, before picking it up she inhaled and exhaled very deeply trying to relax herself. "H-hello?" She cleared her voice. "Kurt are you there?"
"You're no longer a virgin but you're still a prude?" Kurt started giggling at this. "It's alright Rachel, you don't have to tell me now. But I expect to know the story some time soon."
"No Kurt! You only call me when you want help with Glee assignments and now you're calling me so you can gossip about Quinn and me? Thank you for warning me about Finn, but frankly Kurt: Screw you!"
"Rachel you're being oversensitive. Take it easy girl!" Kurt reasoned.
"I'm not being oversensitive! My sex life is as private as I want it to be." Rachel sat back down on the bed. "Goodnight Kurt. I hope you have pleasant dreams."
"But you didn't even let me tell you about Blaine!" Kurt whined.
Rachel rolled her eyes. "What about Blaine?"
"He's coming to McKinley!" Kurt's smile could be heard through the phone.
Rachel gasped. "That's great! Maybe he can be my new leading man!" Rachel's face transformed from annoyed to happy.
"He's my leading man Rachel. Back off!" Kurt teased.
"You back off about me and Quinn! Kurt, you were being a jerk!" Rachel accused in a serious tone.
Kurt exhaled. "Okay." He took a deep breath. "I won't ask any more questions."
"Thank you. Now, if you'll excuse me, you have just taken four minutes of my precious sleep and those are four minutes I am never getting back! Congratulations on Blaine coming to McKinley, have a goodnight Kurt."
"Sorry about the four minutes!" Kurt chuckled. "G'night Rachel."
Rachel hung up the phone and realized she had a new text message from Quinn Fabray.
I WON'T SING THAT. -Q
Rachel huffed and typed out her reply.
It's a classic! -R
The reply came almost in an instant.
I won't do it. -Q
I'll make you. -R
So be it. -Q
Rachel always accepted a challenge. She put the phone on her nightstand and went to bed. "It's on Fabray." was her last coherent thought before drifting off to dreamland.
"Hurry up mom! I'm gonna be late!" Quinn yelled from downstairs.
"Ten minutes sweetheart!" Judy singsonged.
Quinn sighed, in her mother's language, ten minutes meant twenty minutes or even half an hour more of waiting."Great. Just great." Quinn kept the comment to herself. As she walked to the living room to sit on the couch and wait, her home's doorbell rang. Quinn changed her trajectory to the front door and looked through the peephole to find no other than Rachel Berry, her new fake girlfriend.
"What are you doin' here?" Quinn yelled through the door.
"Good morning Quinn! Open up! I came to give you a ride to school!" Rachel informed as she pounded on the door with her palm.
"My mom's taking me." Quinn explained. As she looked through the peephole once again, Rachel was wearing a black animal sweater with a red mini-skirt. "Not bad."
Rachel knocked some more. "Can't you at least open the door? This is utterly rude Quinn!" Rachel huffed out.
"Okay okay..." Quinn finally opened the door to find Rachel heading back to her car.
"Where are you going?" Quinn yelled after her.
"I'm not gonna be late just because of you. You comin' or not?" Rachel shouted without even looking back as she got inside her car.
Quinn looked back inside her house and made up her mind. "I found a ride to school! Bye mom!" She left her home and got inside the vehicle.
"Buckle up! it's going to be a bumpy ride! Well, not actually... I just really like Bette Davis."
"Yeah I watched that one... That Eve girl was creepy as fuck." Quinn commented as she pulled the seat's handle to get it all the way down.
Rachel chuckled. "Yeah she was, some say she was actually a lesbian, y'know?"
"That still doesn't explain why she had to be so obsessive." Quinn interceded.
"Well, maybe she was in love." Rachel argued.
"If that's love, I hope I never fall for anyone." Quinn concluded firmly as she place both her arms behind her head making her black top rise with the action.
"Y-you.. You've never fallen in love?" Rachel tried her best to keep her eyes on the rode, but watching Quinn seemed necessary in order to continue this conversation.
"Nope." Quinn made the "p" sound resonate in the car.
Rachel thought about this answer for a second before replying. "What about Puck?"
"What about him?" Quinn answered nonchalantly.
"You know what I'm asking. Why are you avoiding elaborate answers?" Rachel's frustration manifested in her words.
"There's nothing to tell Rachel! It just... It hasn't happened, okay? So back off already.
"But have you never even been close? Maybe with Finn then?" Rachel needed an answer. How is it that no one had ever managed to get to Quinn's heart. Was this girl so impossibly out of reach?
"I felt some affection for Finn back in the day, the same with Puck. But I don't think I was ever in love with either of them." Quinn had her eyes closed now.
"Are you falling asleep?" Rachel could not believe this girl! You're supposed stay awake when someone's talking to you! Why is she so utterly rude?
Quinn sighed and opened her eyes. "Rachel." She took a deep breath before continuing. "I feel like you're judging me for never having been in love and it... and...I-I don't like it. Is not my fault it hasn't happened, maybe love doesn't exist at all!"
Rachel gasped. "Love does exist! What are you even saying Quinn? What do you think all those musicals, songs, movies and books are all about? Plus I would neverjudge you! Everybody goes at their own pace."
Quinn gulped. "I don't wanna talk about this anymore. Just leave me alone." Quinn got her seat back up again and looked out the window.
"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable Quinn." Rachel chastised herself for not letting this conversation go. She should have taken Quinn's hints and stopped it before getting to this point. Quinn was already doing so much for her, the least she could do was not to cause her any inconveniences. "I'm really sorry Quinn." Rachel repeated.
"For you is different. You fall in love and give everything too easily. I'm not saying that's bad, I'm just saying it's different from me. Just- There is nothing to apologize for Rachel. Let's just leave it at that." Quinn responded as she looked outside the window, supporting her head on her right hand.
"Okay, we'll leave it at that." "For now." Rachel kept from voicing that last comment.
The car remained quiet for a while so Rachel decided to turn on the radio. "Physical, Physical, I wanna get physical, let's get into physical. Let me hear your body talk, your body talk."
"This reminds me." Rachel started.
"I won't do it." Quinn quickly interrupted.
"You didn't even know what I was gonna say!" Rachel complained as she took a right turn, they were almost at school by this point.
"You were gonna say you want me to sing that stupid song. Well I won't and you can't make me Rachel."
Rachel opened her mouth as she put her left hand on her chest. "That is most certainly not what I was about to say Quinn." Rachel lied. Obviously now wasn't a good time to talk Quinn into singing the song.
"Then what were you gonna say?" Quinn looked at Rachel through her periphery as she still pretended to look out the window.
"Let's get animal, animal..."
Rachel parked the car and unbuckled her seatbelt. "Last night Kurt asked me about our sex life." Rachel was about to get out of the car but a hand on her arm stopped her.
"You mean our inexistent sex life, right?" Quinn's hazel eyes looked beautiful under the morning sun.
"Is there another one?" Rachel smirked.
"What did you tell him? Quinn rushed out as she unbuckled her seatbelt as well. Rachel looked to her feet at this.
"I might have inadvertently told him that you've been really good to me. I'm guessing he implied that you're excellent at cunnilingus or maybe he didn't go as far and just thought about regular lesbian sex. I wouldn't know how perverted Kurt's mind truly is, since that was basically the first time we've talked about sex, lesbian one that is!"
Quinn now looked like a tomato wearing a pink wig. "I can't believe you just said that."
Rachel scrunched down her eyebrows. "What do you mean?"
"What do you mean what do I mean? Do you listen to yourself when you speak? Who talks like that Rachel?" Quinn was still very much red.
"I talk like that and there's nothing wrong with it." Rachel looked straight into Quinn's eyes.
"WHY DO YOU HAVE TO MAKE EVERYTHING SO AWKWARD ALL THE TIME?" Quinn accepted Rachel's challenge and a staring competition took place inside the Diva's car.
"BY TELLING THE TRUTH?" Rachel sat straighter.
Quinn took a sigh as she placed her right hand on her forehead. "Let's not argue."
"You were the one who started it!" Rachel accused as she poked Quinn on her shoulder.
"Well I'm gonna finish it!" Quinn poked Rachel as well, only twice as hard.
Rachel grabbed Quinn's hand and held it tight. Quinn tried to pull back, but Rachel wouldn't have any of it.
"LET GO! LET GO OF ME RACHEL!" Quinn was trying to release her left hand with the right one, but Rachel's grip was too tight.
"MAKE ME!" Rachel challenged.
Quinn smirked at this and started tickling the small brunette with her free hand in an incredible skilled way. Rachel released Quinn's hand and tried to cover her belly but Quinn's dexterity was too great for her novice defense tactics.
"HA HA HA HA" Rachel inhaled whenever she could but it was getting harder and harder every time she tried. "PLE-HAHH-SE HAHAHA PLEASE QUINN HAHAHAHAHA!"
"Please what?" Quinn really liked tickling Rachel, the way she laughed so freely made her look beautiful.
"Get the fuck out of the car already before I barf!" Santana knocked hard on the vehicle's window.
Quinn immediately recoiled back to the co-pilot's seat and it was only then that she realized she had basically been on top of Rachel a few moments ago . Rachel's skirt had ridden up and butterfly-filled panties could be seen very clearly from Quinn's vantage point. Rachel inhaled deeply after she was released and observed Santana standing outside the car behind Quinn. She could feel her own cheeks getting warmer now. Rachel tried to connect with Quinn's eyes but noticed that the girl was looking down at her PANTIES! "Ohmylord ohmylord ohmylord!" Rachel straightened her skirt down and immediately got out of the car. Quinn instead, fell back as Santana opened the car's door.
"WHAT THE FUCK SAN?" Quinn reprimanded from the floor. "THAT FUCKING HURT!"
Santana laughed hysterically while looking down at Quinn. "Hey! It was either me or Sue Sylvester giving you detention for making out with the midget at the school's parking lot. Get up already Q! Or are you too aroused to even stand up?" Santana laughed at her own joke.
"I assure you Santana that we were simply entertaining ourselves with a tickle fight." Rachel cleared out.
"Is that what you kids call it nowadays?" Santana kept on laughing as Quinn took her hand to finally help herself get up from the floor.
"Rachel! What are you even sayin'? Don't add more wood to the fire!" Quinn seemed to have a permanent blush by now.
"How is it that you two are even together in the first place?" Santana chuckled. "I just thank whoever is responsible for this because they made my fucking year! I swear you two are gonna make me laugh till I die!" Quinn rolled her eyes at this.
"Fuck you Santana!" Quinn spit out. Her hazel eye's now golden.
Santana laughed some more. "I see you want me to join in on your indecencies. Sorry Q but I'm actually late for class." Santana walked away and her cackle could still be heard from afar.
"What indecencies?" Rachel crossed her arms as she stomped her foot down.
So what more did you tell Kurt? -Q
Rachel bit her lip as she typed out her reply.
Just what I told you: That you've been really good to me, and then he interpreted it in a sexual way! I'm so sorry Quinn. -R
Rachel wasn't sure if her answer to Kurt's question had been appropriate. Should she have clarified that Quinn was lovely and sweet in bed or that she was a wild beast? Which one did Quinn wanted to be known for? And most importantly: How would she find out which one did the pink-haired girl preferred as an image to Mckinely High without having to voice it out loud?
OK. I think it's best if we keep it vague. Don't answer any more sex-related questions tho. -Q
Rachel finished the conversation by sending out an "OK" and put her phone back in her backpack.
"Cuál es el futuro perfecto de amar?" Mr. Schue asked to the class. Rachel raised her hand as Mr. Schue proceeded to ignore her. "Anyone else?" The singer kept her hand up. "OK Rachel, go ahead." Mr. Schue conceded.
Rachel finally put her hand down to rest. "The answer is"Amaré" Mr. Schue."
"That's correct." Mr. Schue nodded.
Rachel got out of class and walked to her locker to grab her books for the period that followed lunch and leave the ones she had already used. McKinley's students looked at her as she passed by but no one said anything. When she turned to the left at the end of the hall she found Quinn drenched in red slushy and gasped. The liquid was dripping through her black shirt and the red only made her hair look all that much more pink. As Rachel ran to her, Quinn had just finished wiping her eyes and as she opened them, the contrast between red and hazel looked stunning."How does she still manage to look so beautiful when she has just been slushied?" Rachel asked herself.
The brunette then smiled weekly at Quinn as she offered her right hand for the girl to take so that they could go to the bathroom and get her all cleaned up, as she held her books with her left arm. Quinn grabbed Rachel's hand firmly and yanked her towards her. Before Rachel knew it, forceful lips were smashing against hers. They sucked greedily which only made Rachel travel to a place she had never visited before. Heat surged up from her belly and Rachel's sight became blurry, she ended up closing her eyes to keep from getting dizzy. Rachel thought she might fall at any second so she held tightly to Quinn's shoulders with both hands, dropping her books with the action. Suddenly, Quinn was pulling back only to dive in again and finish with a chaste kiss.
When Rachel finally managed to open her eyes all she could see was the back of Quinn's hair as she said: "Deal with it Hudson. Grow up and deal with it!" Quinn once again took Rachel's hand as they walked quickly through the halls. They entered the farthest bathroom on the second floor and Quinn locked the door behind her.
"I'm so sorry Rachel. I was just really mad." Quinn said as she took off her drenched shirt. "I shouldn't have used you like that to get back at Finn. It was childish and stupid. Please don't get mad at me! I won't do it again, I promise."
"NO!" Rachel shouted. "OH MY GOD! DID I SAY THAT OUT LOUD?" Rachel's eyes opened wide in shock. "No! I mean! No I'm not mad at you! Don't worry, you just did what you had to do!" "Ohmylord ohmylord ohmylord! PLEASE EAT IT! PLEASE!" Rachel wished.
Quinn exhaled in relief and her abdominal muscles moved with the action. Rachel could not keep her eyes away.
"Thank God!" Quinn walked up to the sink and splashed some water to her face getting a significant amount of red out. She then proceeded to wash her shirt.
Rachel moved to stand on the perfect spot to look at Quinn's profile, her breast weren't big by any sort of standards but they were perky and her nipples were hard behind that black bra because of the cold. Her arms were toned and the work they put into washing the shirt made them flex. Rachel's eyes were having a banquet.
"Dear Barbra Streisand! She's so hot!"
"Rachel? Are you there? Earth to Rachel!" Quinn had her head turned towards her now as she raised one eyebrow at the brunette.
"Yes! I'm here Quinn. What is it?" Rachel wanted to slap herself but instead she just gulped down.
"I asked if you perhaps have some clothes I could borrow. Mainly a shirt." Quinn was squeezing the water out of her own shirt now. Yes of course! I have an "after-slushy kit"! Finish up cleaning while I go get it!" Rachel was happy to get out of that damn bathroom, she was sweating so much it was disgusting. Was the air-conditioning broken in that section of the school or what? As she walked quickly to her locker the breeze helped her cool down a bit. She opened her locker only to find a handwritten note.
"Rach I found ur books layieng on the floor. Call me when u can so I can give them back 2 u. + I really wanna talk. I luv u!
-Finn"
Why would anyone write a note as if they were text-messaging? Rachel didn't even like texting abbreviations. They just made everything hard to read! Plus that is most definitively not how you write "laying"! "This is just great! Now Finn's keeping my books hostage!" Rachel took the kit and went back to the bathroom. However, before knocking on the door, she took a deep breath.
"It's open!" Quinn shouted from inside.
Rachel entered the bathroom to find Quinn with her entire head under the running faucet.
"THAT'S NOT HOW YOU DO IT!" Rachel went to the sink and turned it off.
Quinn lifted her head a little bit, all of her pink wet hair hiding her face. "You're telling me there's a correct way of doing this? Puh-lease Rachel! I just want to get this done quickly." Quinn started to whip her hair back and forth much like Will Smith's daughter. Except topless.
"STOP IT QUINN! YOU'RE GETTING ME ALL WET!" Rachel walked away from Quinn as much as possible until she hit a wall. This gave her a perfect view of a wild Quinn shaking her head as if she was at a rock concert. Rachel started pretending that instead of water, the liquid running down Quinn's neck was sweat and in return, she felt heat once again surging up from her belly.
"Tell me you have a towel inside that bag Rachel." Quinn stopped her manic hair-drying movements. Her hair was still damp and wild. She looked like a goddess.
"Y-yes. Yes I do." Rachel got a white towel out of her kit and gave it to Quinn. As Quinn placed the towel on her shoulders and dried her hair more delicately everything was in slow motion for Rachel and Olivia Newton-John's song "Let's Get Physical" was playing again. "Who turned on the radio?" Rachel wondered.
"Could you please hurry up and give me a shirt?" Quinn extended her hand at Rachel.
"NO!" "Fuck! That one I definitively said out loud!" In return, Quinn raised her eyebrow at her.
"What are you even sayin' Berry? Just give me the shirt." Quinn requested. Her tone was more commanding now.
"Yes o-of course." Rachel got a white V-neck shirt out of the bag and Quinn groaned.
"Well, at least it isn't an animal sweater!" Quinn took the shirt and put it on. I think we've lost like twenty minutes of lunch already. Let's go Rach!"
"Wait! I also have a bag for you to keep your wet shirt. Don't keep it there too long though or it will smell like Jacob Ben Israel's hair." Rachel gave the pink-haired girl a giant Ziploc bag where Quinn placed her black shirt.
"Done! Okay let's go! I hope I don't forget to get the shirt out once I get home. JewFro's hair is one of the most disgusting things I've ever smelled!" Quinn giggled at this as she kept the bathroom's door opened for Rachel to walk through. "I heard today that the school finally got the contract renewed with the Pepsi Company and that the shipping stock got here yesterday! You know what that means?" Quinn didn't wait for Rachel to answer her question. "It means I get to enjoy my favorite slushy flavor for lunch today: Mountain Dew! I'm looking forward to drinking a slushy instead of cleaning it off of me!" Quinn finished with a small laugh as she opened the cafeteria door for Rachel.
Rachel only knew one thing: Her favorite slushy flavor was no longer grape.
Song: Olivia Newton-John -Let's Get Physical