Going Back to Basics
Quinn's POV
So last week's date was poor on my part, the meal was sabotaged by that pestering waitress Kelly. Rachel tried to hide her disappointment, but I knew it was there under the surface. I'm not giving up, so don't get me wrong, all I have to do is start over and try harder.
We are going old school. The plan that I've spent this last week sorting is to learn her like and dislikes by a few small tests and some simple research. I'm pretty sure Rachel would be flattered not to mention impressed by my dedication.
There is only one florist in Lima, Ohio and she is one bitter old woman. I thought I was going to burn alive with the look she gave me when I let slip that the flowers were for a 'she' and not a 'he'. What girl honestly buys flowers for a boy, it is so backward.
Anyway she charged me double for the bouquet of Liles, Heather and Daffodils. Now I'm going to assume that Rachel will be well Rachel enough to look up the meanings behind each flower. Devotion, Admiration and Respect and if she doesn't look them up then at least they all look pretty and I could impress her and tell her the meanings myself.
My bravery has dwindled after my last attempt, so I wasn't quite ready yet to present the flowers to Rachel personally, so I put them on her front door step and rang the bell and ran for cover behind a row of hedges.
Only the person opened the door wasn't the Berry I needed or wanted. Thomas opened the door, looking around then finally looking down at the bouquet lying on the ground.
"Pssssssst". I lent around the hedge, just enough for my head to be seen from the door. Thomas's head shot up in surprise, his brows furrowed, a look of confusion took over his face when he noticed me behind the bush.
When I saw that he was about to talk I put my finger to my lips, signalling for him to be quiet and then made a shooing motion with my hand, for him to go back into the house. He blinked a few times then stood up straight shaking his head and went back into the house closing the door behind him.
Making sure there were no witnesses, I moved from my hiding place and ran to the front door, pressing the door bell again. I scarpered back to my spot behind the hedge and waited, again when the door opened I was disappointed. I growled in annoyance as Thomas once again answered the door.
Again I motioned for him to go back into the house; I watched as he rolled his eyes and turned his head back to the house.
"Rachel, honey it's for you." He shouted, and then walked back into the house, leaving the door wide open.
I heard the thundering from my position, you know for a dancer my lady isn't very light on her feet, especially on those stairs, she'll go through them one of these days.
Anyway Rachel appeared in the door way a look of excitement on her face, a look which dropped when she saw that no one was actually at the door. She looked around, and then the saddest look came across her face, she looked adorable. Her head dropped down disappointment evident. She soon perked up when she notice the flowers at her feet.
She cradled the bouquet like a newborn baby. That bright smile of hers etched across her face, now that look was adorable. Her smile stretched as she took in the floral scent, looking up she looked over and around my hiding place, but her eyes never settled. Hopefully Rachel won't look over the card sitting in the bouquet.
When Rachel was back inside the house and I was sure she wasn't being sneaky and peeking out the window waiting for her hidden admirer, before I made a break for my car that was parked a little ways down the street.
Now with the flowers and note delivered, it was now on to phase two which was setting up the picnic in a secluded part of the local park, where there aren't any pestering waitresses to interrupt. Hopefully this means that I'll be sticking to my promise of 'blowing her mind'. This is my second chance of showing her how truly awesome I am and how worthy I am of her time and attention.
Now I have until 6 o'clock to set up the picnic that is if Rachel reads the note in her flowers telling her to be in the south end of the park at 6 o'clock. Then again if she doesn't notice the note until after it's too late, then I'll just be waiting here like an idiot for a girl who is never going to arrive for this carefully planned out picnic that I have catered to myself.
And if she doesn't come then, well I'll just have to try harder to be more obvious next time, unless she purposely decides against coming to meet me in the park...wait did I put my name on the card? I can't even remember. Now a sane person would not just waltz out and meet a mystery person in a secluded area of the park in the evening. Yeah we have a major error here.
5:59pm
I was waiting patiently, well as patiently as a hormonal teenager with a continually sinking heart could be, on the red checker picnic blanket that I found in the cupboard under the stairs.
At least if Rachel totally stands me up and I look like an idiot, then I'm in a secluded enough spot that I'll be spared the humiliation of someone seeing me sitting here all on my lonesome. Well nobody from school that I know of come this far into the south end of the park.
I've actually taken to watching the sun slowly make its way down and I can't help but compare it metaphorically to my heart, which I have already stated, is sinking with every passing moment I'm here without any sign of Rachel.
"Quinn?" The voice startled me from my depressing metaphor, spinning around I'm met by a happy slash confused, but smiling Rachel. I chuckled nervously, and all of a sudden I'm stupid shy, blushing and fidgety hands and all.
"Hi." I whispered, looking at the floor, willing my flushed cheeks away.
"So you sent me the flowers. They were simply gorgeous by the way; I haven't ever received flowers from anyone other than my fathers before. And that was never out of affection, more so of support and comfort really. It was a very gentle gesture, one a greatly appreciate." Rachel grinned, finally taking a very subtly deep breathe. "It might have been easier if you have stated your name, so that I don't spend hours going through suspects." She then pulled me into a warm hug. She's very huggable; then again I did get that idea of her just by looking at her.
"Are you telling me that you have come to a barely lit deserted park to meet someone who you might not have known?" I asked in complete disbelief. This is Rachel 'freaking' Berry; she is like the spokeswoman for safety measures.
"I have a rape whistle and mace on my key ring." She replied tapping her chest, where I'm guessing her whistle is securely held out of immediate view.
"Of course you do" I mumbled.
"Besides you were my number one suspect in the mystery flower drop off." She smirked, winking at me, before twirling around me, dropping down gentle to take a seat on the blanket.
I followed her, sitting as close as I could without actually touching her. Love grows, you don't just get handed a free pass. I may not be an expert, but I'm pretty sure you don't just jump right in the deep and hope you are able to stay afloat. Not that I can swim anyway, so I'll stick to my very gradual wading into the dating pool.
"I made everything myself, by hand. So I'm pretty sure everything in the basket is edible for your diet. I even wrote down everything I used, so you could look it over, just to be sure." I smile, pulling a folded piece of paper out of my tight jeaned pocket, handing it over.
"That's very considerate of you Quinn." Rachel laughed, taking the paper from between my finger tips. I watched as her eyes quickly scanned over the ingredients used, so quickly in fact that I'm slightly awed that she is able to read it, never mind take the information in.
I took each boxed meal out of the basket, telling her what was in each carton, before placing it in front of us. She giggled when I brought out the vegan friendly chocolate mousse. Yeah I did spend all of last week planning this menu out.
We joked around, laughed and talked while we ate our way through everything I made. When we got the mousse, I was taken by surprise, the noise emitting from Rachel were making my throat close up.
"Do you know how long it has been since I've had chocolate? Four years Quinn, four chocolate-less years." She groaned as she slipped another spoonful of fluffy chocolate mousse passed her slick plump lips. Ugh why do I tempt myself, I just want to lick that speckle of chocolate from the corner of her mouth.
I felt myself getting closer to Rachel, leaning in her direction as her tongue snuck out to sweep away the chocolate clinging to her lips. I whimpered as she slowly pulled it back in, her eyes closed as she hummed happily.
Wait, this wasn't the next part of my plan. I know it wouldn't be our first kiss, because well let's face it I practically assaulted her a few weeks back in my attempt of escaping Santana's wrath, I'm still not sure what it is I did to deserve that.
"I have to thank you for this Quinn. When you called an early end to our first date, I thought you had decided against pursuing me, I'm ecstatic that that is in fact not the case. I'll admit I prefer this private setting to the restaurant, it's much more romantic." Rachel sighed as she set her mousse pot back on to the blanket along with the other empty containers.
I leaned back, so that I wasn't so close to her face. At least she managed to stop me from attacking her with my lips, not that I think she was aware that was what she was doing when she started talking because I'm sure she wouldn't have minded, but then again she might have thought I was being pushy, I don't want to come off as pushy and now I'm just rambling.
"I know you want to kiss me Quinn." Rachel said, my head whipped to the left to stare at her with shocked wide eyes. "You can, kiss me I mean. I wouldn't object." She continued in a whisper.
"S-seriously?" My throat dried up making me stutter. God this is such a cliché awkward teenage moment. The way my body is reacting you'd have thought she just offered me sex on a plate, well blanket.
"Mmmhmm." She replied nodding her head as she pulled her bottom lip in between her enviously perfect white teeth, tempting me to take me up on her offer. I hadn't moved though, my mind was still playing catch up on what was being presented by a very seductive looking brunette.
I may be imagining it, but I'm pretty sure Rachel is getting closer to me, very subtly though, which is why I'm not sure if it's her or me moving closer. Excuse my blaspheme, but Jesus Christ, it was never this hard with guys. I mean they just dove straight in there you know.
"Well?" Rachel asked obviously leaning in this time, but stopping just short of my nose.
"Right, right" I squeaked. I still didn't move...I think I'm stuck.
"Oh for goodness sake Quinn." Rachel growled out impatiently, grabbing my face between her hands and pulling me to her lips.
Yeah that pathetic whimpering sound your hearing, yeah that would be me. The short quiet moans are from Rachel.
The longer we're connected the more confident I get. I press harder into the kiss greedily looking for more, as usual.
My tongue snaked out to flick at her lips, I felt her lips open just enough for my tongue to slip in.
"Ahhhh...Rachel." I screeched. I pinched my throbbing tongue between my fingers, she actually bit me and I'm quite sure in my assumption that it wasn't by accident.
"You shouldn't get greedy Quinn. This is classified as our first date; therefore you only get to step up to the plate so to speak. I'm sure you under the whole bases thing, I've never quite understood the connection between baseball and dating." Rachel continued to go on as I looked on adoringly, I was listening on some level, but I was watching her most of all, the passion she shows every time her mouth opens is amazing.
I laugh stopping her one person conversation short. She frowned, probably thinking that I'm laughing at her, but I'm not. I think I was actually laughing at how much I really like her.
"How you can laugh at the current state of the economy..." I kissed her swiftly before she could even get started with her lecture. How she went from dating bases to economy I'm not quite sure, what I am sure of is that I've just traded a lecture for a lip lock.
"Are you wooed yet?" I asked quietly, my lips scraping against hers as I spoke.
"I'm not that easy Fabray" She smirked, faking a lean in for a kiss before laughing and pushing my pouting face away gently.
Well if it was easy it wouldn't be worth it, now would it.