The next few weeks went by almost as if our little connection in the classroom didn't happen. Rachel continued her torment, while Santana got her revenge. The Latina cornered me alone after Potions class one day and let's just say I had to spend a couple of days in the hospital wing growing back my nails. Between all the torture at the Slytherins hands and the piles of assignments expected in your seventh year, thanksgiving was a welcomed refuge.
"Mom?" I called as I pushed open the front door to our hillside manor, "Dad?" Getting no answer, I dropped my bags by the entry way and called out again. That was strange; normally my parents were at the door waiting for me when I came home. Something had to be up.
As I proceeded through what sometimes felt like a never ending hallway, I noticed that there were suitcases and baggage strewn about. Did Mom and Dad just get back from a trip and not tell me?
Just as I was about to turn the corner and check upstairs when the patio door burst open next to me and my father walked in, a huge grin on his face.
"Yes yes, just one moment! I'm just going to check and see if Quinnie is home yet!" He called over his shoulder, not noticing me standing right in front of him. I heard a round of laughter as someone obviously just finished telling a joke. I decided to make my presence known.
"Hey Daddy," I grinned, tapping him on the shoulder. My father jumped out of his skin before he snapped around and enveloped me in a bone crushing hug.
"Quinnie! I missed you! How's my little girl doing?" he cried, finally letting me go. I could only giggle at my father's foolishness. My dad was the only one in my family who was okay with me being in Gryffindor. He always said that whatever was meant to be, would be.
"Schools great Dad. Same old, same old. Who's the company?" I inquired, trying to see over his shoulder. I could vaguely recognize the deep booming voice coming from the yard, but I couldn't place it.
"Oh Quinnie, you'll be so excited. It's the Berry's!" he exclaimed, obviously expecting me to be ecstatic. Even though Rachel and I have had our problems, we had sort of come to a silent agreement that we wouldn't ruin the friendships between our families over our fight. That's why when these random surprise visits happened, the both of us had to grin and bear it.
"Oh, cool. Er, how long will they be staying?" I questioned, a bad feeling settling in my stomach. My father only grinned.
"The whole thanksgiving break of course!" he smiled as he lead me outside, "guess who I found!"
I could only manage what was probably closer to a grimace than a smile as I digested my father's words. A whole week with Rachel? This was both a dream and a nightmare.
"Quinn! So nice to see you! How come we never see you around the house over the summers anymore?" Mr. Berry questioned, shaking my hand. Before I could answer, Mrs. Berry had me in a hug. Her grip was so tight that I could only attempt to pat her back and wait for feeling to return to my body when she finally let go. Stumbling a little over my clumsy feet, I fell down into an empty seat only to come face to face with Rachel. However, before I could say anything or make any attempt at an escape, Mr. Berry started talking again.
"Quinn, you really should stop by sometime. With the way Rachel talks nonstop and so highly of you, I'm really rather surprised that you never do," he kept rambling on in a very Rachel Berry-esque way. I felt the blush rise to my cheeks as I locked eyes with the short brunette in question, who just looked mortified. It appeared that the longer we kept eye contact and the longer her father talked, the weaker Rachel became. Realizing the situation here, I slowly allowed myself a small satisfied smirk at Rachel's expense. It appears that shook her out of whatever state she was in as she proceeded the interrupt her father and start telling some tale about one of our quidditch games.
A couple of hours later, following an awkward dinner, it was time to get ready for bed. But of course, who would be sharing my room with me but Rachel Berry?
We started the ascent to my room in silence, neither of us willing to break first. Well really, I was nervous as hell. This would be the first time Rachel will have slept over in my room, or in my bed for god sakes, since we were eleven. A lot of things had changed since we were eleven, one of them being the size of Rachel's rack. Not to be crude, but holy hell. All I was worried about was not accidentally sneaking a peak and having to deal with her taunts twice as hard once we returned to school. When we finally made it to my room, neither of us knew what to do.
Things were different here, without the pressure of social status or houses. At school we were Quinn and Rachel, rivals in house and in sport. Here, we were just Quinn and Rachel. If only it was always like that.
I took incentive and shut the door behind us, walking over to my closet and hauling out a pair of pyjamas. "Um, did you want to change first…or?" I trailed off, not really knowing where we stood as I turned around. I didn't get an answer either, as Rachel was too absorbed in staring at all of my accomplishments adorning my walls to pay attention to my words. I stood there awkwardly and cleared my throat, breaking her trance.
"Oh, sorry. Um, yeah, whatever is best," she mumbled, a small blush coming to her cheeks. I nodded and turned around, allowing her a few minutes to get herself decent. When she was done, I quickly changed into my Pyjamas, not really caring for privacy. Growing up with Puck as one of your best friends does that to you.
When I turned back around, I noticed Rachel was staring at me in some kind of awe. I quirked my eyebrow, "See something you like?" I smirked, deciding to be daring for once. Immediately her eyes turned into slits and a scowl adorned her face.
"Ew, no thank you Quinn Fabray. Unlike you, I prefer my meat in the male variety," she growled, however it contained a lot less of a bite then they usually did at school. I chuckled at her 'clever' joke and sat down on the bed, deciding to continue this conversation.
"So, what did your dad mean when he said that you talk fondly of me, like, all the time?" I teased, the smirk never leaving my lips. I could tell I was both pissing her off and embarrassing her, as behind her scowl a small blush grew. "My daddy doesn't know what he's talking about," she hissed, crossing her arms over her chest. I laughed, maybe a little too harsh. "Or maybe you miss me?" I half joked, half barked at her. She merely shook her head and came to stand in front of me, her short stature looming over my position on the bed.
"I assure you Quinn Fabray, I do not miss you. You're nothing to me," she hissed again. Although I had clearly touched a nerve, I couldn't help but feel hurt at this comment. I think she may have noticed a shift in my eyes as she immediately sat down next to me, her wall gone and her eyes soft.
"I mean, I don't not care about you Quinn. You don't not mean anything to me," she pushed out, sounding rather vulnerable. My eyebrows furrowed as we locked eyes. I could feel my heart melting with her admission, but I was still weary.
"If you care about me and I mean something to you, then why do you constantly torment me and put me down while we're at school? You're being so hot and cold right now, Rachel," I admitted, trying not to lose myself in her deep pools of chocolate.
Rachel was quiet for a minute, and I could see a battle occurring deep within her mind. It wasn't until a couple of minutes later when she finally answered in the faintest whisper.
"Maybe it's because I need to do these things to distract myself from how terribly I miss you and to disguise my great attraction to you."
I froze and searched her dark eyes for any trace of a joke or lie. When I found none I finally allowed myself to feel slightly elated at the thought that Rachel Berry likes me.
"You do know you don't need to hide from me right? Maybe you feel the need to hide from Santana or even the other students, but you don't need to hide from me. Rachel, we used to be best friends," I whispered, in almost a plea. Rachel closed her eyes at this and shook her head, as if shaking away flies. When her eyes opened again, I could tell that her walls were back up and Hogwarts Rachel was here. Whatever spell she was under since we entered my room was gone. I gulped audibly as she leaned towards me in a deathly low whisper.
"No Quinn. This," she gestured between the two of us, "can never be a real thing. You are a Gryffindor, I am a Slytherin. I'm cool, you're a loser. This cannot and will never happen," she finished with a hiss, breaking down whatever hope I had just built up. I could only nod as her eyes bore into mine with such emotion that it was hard to distinguish between what was good and bad. Before I had a chance to react, her lips came crashing down on mine and she pushed me back against the bed, her teeth scraping against mine in the force.
Confused and disoriented on what had just happened I pushed her back to search her eyes, only to notice the tears that were creeping their way out from under Rachel's closed eyelids.
"Rachel?" I whispered, bringing my hand up to wipe away one of her tears. I could feel her shaking on top of me, holding back tremendous sobs that were evidently trying to escape. After a few moments she opened her eyes, pleading.
"Please Quinn, I need this," she whispered in a hollow voice so very unlike Rachel's it scared me. I could only nod as I allowed my best friend made mortal enemy push me back onto the bed and attach her lips to my neck. As the night went on, clothes were shed and sacred pieces that were saved for one another were stolen under heartbreaking circumstances.
A/N: Hello there! So, I decided I was going to finish writing this story for you guys. I'm so sorry if this chapter sucked, but its my first time writing in a very very very long time. You'll have to bear with me on this one.
Anyways, I was wondering if you guys would like me to write more descriptive in the mature content area, or if you would just like me to insinuate like above? Also, I have two endings for this story. Happy or sad? Let me know and Ill see what I can do! Thank you guys for reading and please leave me a review with your opinions! Thanks!
