A/N: I still don't own Glee or The Lion King - the song is "Be Prepared" from The Lion King
A/N: Thanks for all the reviews and story alerts. I'm glad you loved little Lion!Quinn :)
I'm not entirely happy with this chapter, but it is what it is. This one has Rachel though!
"Enter a missioned monkey right on cue."
Quinn had always known that something was drawing her towards Rachel. From the moment she first laid eyes on the short brunette Quinn wanted Rachel to notice her. Quinn took every opportunity to be close to the diva, even if she did go about it the wrong way. Quinn realised early on that what she felt for Rachel was something so much more than a school girl crush. It was upendi. It took her a long time to admit it to herself and an even longer time to admit it to anyone else.
Surprisingly it had been Santana who had forced her to deal with her feelings. They were at a party at some random football players' house and they were drunk. Rachel was there with Finn and the brunette had been hanging off her tall, lanky boyfriend the entire night. Rachel was currently perched on Finn's lap and in an outrageous display of public affection they were making out as if there were no one else in the room.
"Oh my god it's disgusting." Quinn complained as Santana plopped down on the couch beside her.
"Then why don't you just go look at something else?" Santana suggested taking a long sip of her drink.
"It's just disgusting, there he is pawing at her with his giant manly hands." Quinn argued, ignoring Santana's look of confusion.
"I guess but they're together so I guess it's understandable." Santana wondered how much Quinn had had to drink.
"But she can do so much better than him, he's all big and gianty and she's small and delicate and perfect, and she needs someone who will make her dreams come true." Quinn sighed, resting her head on the palm of her hand. Santana stared back at the disgusting display across from them and then back at Quinn. There was a fire burning behind Quinn's eyes like nothing Santana had ever seen. And when Finn grabbed at Rachel's ass, Santana watched as Quinn all but crushed her plastic cup in her hand.
"Oh my god!" Santana exclaimed, jumping up to her feet and dragging Quinn with her out through the kitchen and into the backyard. She glared down some sophomore Cheerios who immediately ran back inside. She turned to look at Quinn. "You have the hots for Berry!"
Quinn stared at her blankly not knowing what to say. She was still in shock about what she had just seen in the living room.
"I do not." She denied when she processed what Santana had said.
"Yeah you do Fabray. You're totally gay for Rachel." Santana laughed, this was hilarious. After all the years of teasing and name calling, it all made obvious sense now to the Latina. Quinn just stood there, realisation finally dawning on her. She let Santana talk for a while, letting her know how good things on the lady loving side could be, Santana even offered to show her some pointers but Quinn politely declined. She listened to Santana rant while she tried to process this relatively new realisation.
"Come on Fabgay it's freezing out here, let's go back and get some drinks. Maybe your midget has stopped being manhandled by the giant t-rex." Santana laughed as she headed towards the door.
"There ain't no way I'm going in there." Quinn panicked. This new found realisation could ruin her. What if someone noticed her looking at Rachel all night? What if her parents found out? She couldn't stand to be homeless again, things were just starting to get back to normal. What if Rachel noticed?
"Oh come on, just about everyone in there knows about me and Britt and they're okay with it."
"What, you want me to come out there, like you?" Quinn felt like she was about to hyperventilate. What if everybody could already see it? Was this outfit too lesbian? Did she have to go out a buy a wardrobe full of plaid? Quinn didn't even know if she'd look good in plaid.
"No you idiot. I wasn't talking about coming out." Santana whacked her hard over the back of her head, "I want to go back inside and get my drink on, and find my girlfriend. You can stay out here and freeze your pretty gay ass off if you want. Or you could just tell Rachel how you feel. She might be more open to it than you think." And with that Santana turned back towards the kitchen.
"Cactus Butt!" Quinn called after her, it was the only insult she could think of right now, before sinking further into the outdoor deck chair she'd been sitting on.
"Quinn!" Rachel called as she stumbled through the kitchen door. Quinn had been sitting outside alone for at least twenty minutes trying to sort out her own thoughts and feelings.
"Hey Rachel." Quinn smiled as the obviously drunk diva collapsed into the chair next to hers. She set down her drink on the table and turned to face Quinn.
"Santana told me you were out here alone and that I should come find you." Rachel smiled and took a swig from her drink before offering it to her blonde friend.
"I am surrounded by idiots." Quinn mumbled under her breath.
"What was that?" Rachel asked, cocking her head to the side with an expression Quinn thought was absolutely adorable.
"Nothing. It doesn't matter, just Santana and her big mouth."
"Yeah she has really pretty lips. Don't you just want to kiss them Quinn?" Rachel wondered out loud, tilting her head in the opposite direction. Quinn almost choked on the mouthful of alcohol she'd just swallowed.
"Santana's not really my type." Quinn stated eyeing the brunette carefully. "Where's Finn?"
"He went off with some of the football guys," Rachel shrugged. "I wanted to come and talk to you anyway."
"Me?" Quinn asked, pointing to herself and raising an eyebrow.
"Santana said something about you not knowing who you are anymore?"
"It's something like that. I thought I knew, but now I'm not so sure. It's been a long night."
"Santana said you might need someone to talk to. She said that you had some kind of big realisation and might need some support." Rachel smiled, her best show face on display, but Quinn could see the genuine support behind it. Rachel had become so used to being knocked back by the blonde that the mask had become kind of necessary.
"I finally got some sense knocked into me. And I've got the bump to prove it."
"Did she hurt you? Where?" Rachel reached from her seat trying to inspect Quinn's face for any marks or wounds. Quinn gently pushed her away.
"No she didn't hurt me. I guess she actually kind of helped me." Quinn admitted.
"Oh that's good. It must be nice to have friends that are there for you." Rachel's smile this time was sad. They sat in quiet for a long moment, just enjoying the company and the cool night air. "We're friends right Quinn?"
"I guess." Quinn shrugged. Their relationship had never been one based on friendship but they had certainly become more civil lately, and with Quinn's realisation of her feelings for Rachel she didn't want to leave them the option of falling into the friendship zone. "Why?"
"Because, well, can I tell you something? But you have to promise not to tell anyone else." Quinn nodded her ascent and let the girl continue.
"I don't think I'm attracted to Finn anymore. I mean he's sweet and caring but I'm just not feeling it anymore. That spark we first had, I think it's gone." Rachel began to cry, and Quinn placed a tentative hand on her thigh in support. "I mean before in the living room was great and all, but I don't think my heart is in it anymore."
"It'll be okay Rachel. I understand." Quinn soothed and pulled the other girl into a sideways hug, Rachel's head tucked in under her own.
Rachel broke up with Finn a week later. She'd tried to rekindle their relationship but ultimately she decided that what she was feeling was not good for either of them. Quinn was the first person she'd called and the blonde had been happy to console her new found friend. Rachel had appeared on her front doorstep and soon found herself wrapped in Quinn's blue blanket and watching The Lion King. It took two months of movie nights and sleepovers for Quinn to admit to Rachel her true feelings. Rachel had reacted better than Quinn had expected. She knew Rachel wouldn't object to her being gay, she had too fathers for goodness sake. It was the realisation of how Quinn felt about Rachel that had her worried. Rachel had wanted time to sort out her feelings and how she felt about the whole situation. It would have been a lie if Rachel said she wasn't attracted to the blonde ex-Cheerio. They'd talked for a long time once Rachel had had her time to think and had decided to see where things went. Three weeks later they were coming out to the Glee Club.
Finn had taken it badly; his two ex-girlfriends dating each other did not go down well with him. Puck had teased him about it endlessly until Santana pointed out that he'd been with both of them as well as Brittany and herself. Finn decided he'd do everything possible to get Rachel back. He asked her out almost everyday, tried to hold her hand in the corridor and sung to her in Glee Club. Quinn had sat through the entire song clenching her fists together, even Rachel running her hand up and down her back had failed to soothe the beast within her. Quinn reacted in the only way she knew how. She leapt to her feet, circling around Finn like a lion stalking it's pray. Finn just stood there waiting for her to pounce or rip his throat out. She looked murderous.
"I know that your powers of retention, are as wet as a warthog's backside. But thick as you are, pay attention!" She poked him in the chest before continuing with her song, "My words are a matter of pride. It's clear from your vacant expressions the lights are not all on upstairs. But we're talking kings and successions, Even you can't be caught unawares!"
The song was a warning to him to stay away from them. Rachel had made her decision and Quinn hadn't forced her into anything. When she was finished she took her seat next to a stunned Rachel and nuzzled into the girls shoulder in a show of affection.