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CHAPTER 4
Waking up and dealing with a stiff neck was never a pleasuring experience, but nothing was worse than realizing you had no longer a place to call home or a family to turn to; Quinnten had asked Finn's mother to stay there just for a few days, offering to pay for food and part of the bills but the woman, that he considered like a second mother, just shook her head and invited him to stay as long as he needed to. The football captain was relieved to have found a roof over his head, at least for a while, until he could figure out another better arrangement on his own.
When he walked down the hallways with Finn, he was soon approached by his girlfriend who tapped her foot on the ground and already wore a scold on her face; the blonde turned toward his best friend for help, but he had already skipped down the hallways to flirt with some pretty cheerleader leaving the couple alone. Despite the lack of the familiar uniform, that usually enhanced her power, Norah looked scarier and angrier than usual. Both not good signs for Quinnten.
"Where were you this morning? I thought we had agreed on you picking me up in the morning, since my car is at the repair shop and soon I won't be able to even reach the wheel because of your baby." The brunette's finger tapped against his broad chest, pushing slightly against it and practically erasing any advantage the receiver had and that came from his taller frame.
"My parents kicked me out because they found out about the baby, from your mother. So excuse me, if I couldn't pick you up this morning. I am crashing at Finn's for a while and then find a flat or something." Quinn sighed deeply and ran a hand through his short hair, eyes roaming past his girlfriend's shoulder to land on a familiar brunette standing by her locker.
"A flat? You can't afford it now that my medical bills are going to get higher, do you expect me to pay for the spawn you put in my belly?" The ex-cheerio threw her hands up in frustration, not caring to make a scene in front of the whole school. They already knew, anyway. "I thought you were the smart one among your football friends."
"God, will you stop giving me such a hard time? We both made a mistake and I am paying enough to make up for it. I just told you I have been kicked out of my house because of you, couldn't you be more understanding for once?" The blonde took a step back and just walked past his girlfriend, not wanting to lose it and turn into something that reminded him of that man he used to call father.
"Eavesdropping much, Manhands?" Norah's eyes bore into Rachel's ones, lips pressed in a thin frown and fists bunched at her sides of the dress she was wearing. Maybe she had just been too hard on Quinn, blaming for a situation that he wasn't even responsible for and now he was homeless. She was such a bitch, she thought.
"Hey, are you okay?" Finn approached her quietly, not wanting to irate the pregnant brunette even further. "Look, I started working for Kurt's dad every other weekend and I put some money together. Quinn is dealing with so much stuff right now, let me help?" He whispered softly and leaned down to clasp their hands together, even just for a brief squeeze.
"I…thanks Finn, let me think about it first. I need to go find him now." She pulled her hand away from his and walked down the almost empty hallways, following the blonde receiver's path. The tall guy just turned his head to catch a glimpse of dress disappearing behind the corner and then another brunette fell into his line of sight, looking at him with a disappointed frown.
"How can you do that to him? He is your best friend, Finn Hudson, and I really thought you were better than just pursuing his girlfriend behind his back." The petite singer hugged the books to her chest, challenging the quarterback with her fierce eyes. "That guy would do everything for you and you repaid him like that? At least, you owe him the truth and put him out of this misery. It's not fair he gets to clean up after the mess you made."
"Look Rach, I tried talking to her and she doesn't want my help. She chose him and it's rich coming from you, just few weeks ago you followed me like a puppy and I was honestly scared I'd find you under my bed or in my closet. Are you going after Quinn now? Good luck with that, once he realizes how difficult you are he'll drop you on your butt like everyone else did." Finn watched the tears pool in her eyes, before she stormed out and hid in the closest girl bathroom leaving him there.
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When Quinnten emerged from the lockers room, he was surprised to find his girlfriend leaning against the wall across from him and staring down at the floor; even if she had just added more frustration to his already troubled day, the first thought was that the baby wasn't okay or that she wasn't feeling well. In two steps, he stood in front of her with a gentle palm pressed over her small bump and worry filled his softened eyes, that searched for hers.
"Are you okay? Is the baby okay?" Quinnten's hand gently caressed the girl's stomach before he was enveloped in a bone crushing hug, that made him temporarily forget about the argument they just had. "Norah…"
"I am sorry, god I am so sorry for being such a bitch to you." Her hands cupped each side of his face and pressed their lips for a series of soft and urgent kisses, holding him against her as they leaned back into the wall behind. "Can we…can we be in love again, Quinn?" Her voice pleaded softly as their lips kept on brushing softly, not caring they were in the middle of the hallways.
"Yes, of course we can." The blonde nodded gently, arms slid around his girlfriend's slender hips and hugged her tightly to him as they moved backwards into the locker rooms, where they could keep on kissing without being on the spotlight. The wide receiver sat on the edge of the bench and tugged the girl in his lap, hands stroking up and down her back through the dress she was wearing as their lips moved hungrily. Soft fingers slipped down the front of his button down shirt, undoing each button with expertise as her hips undulated against his, feeling his hard-on brush along her inner thigh.
"Such a cliché, the football captain and the cheerio getting caught fornicating in the locker room." Norah's lips brushed behind Quinn's earlobe as her hands slipped the shirt off his ample shoulders, feeling the tensed muscles under her palms. "I like that your muscles are firm and lean in the right places, no chicken arms but not even those over-pumped ones that make a girl feel like hugging a giant."
"Don't let Dave hear that." The blonde's fingers played with the hem of her dress, daring to slip underneath to touch the creamy skin of her outer thighs, that wrapped tighter around his hips. "Babe, I don't…I don't think I can go all the way though." He whispered and dropped his head against her shoulder, hiding his flushed face and not wanting to piss her off once again. "But I can take care of you, I read that women might feel more excited during pregnancies."
"Looks like someone did their homeworks." Norah's lips lifted off his lap only to lower her soaked underwear past her knees, before straddling him once again and leading his right hand upwards between them. "Why don't you show me what else you read, stud?" Lips crashed together once again, as she pushed him down on the bench and laid draped over him.
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When they showed up in the choir room, Norah was hanging off Quinn's arm and both clearly failed to hide their newfound reconnection since their lips barely parted until they sat in the back row; the brunette's hand sandwiched her boyfriend's left one, stroking its back with her forefinger as her mouth peppered the skin below his ear or just teased his shell. Mr. Schue hadn't arrived yet, so it gave her time to mark her territory and show everyone, but mostly the petite singer in front row, that he was very much taken and that she had chosen him.
"Babe, we'll do this later…Mr. Schue is here." Quinnten's face turned to place a soft kiss on her pouty lips before pulling back, he sat straight in his chair and looked ahead of him, not missing the small frown on Rachel's face who quickly diverted from his eyes.
"Okay class! Since Sectionals are coming up, I think we can all benefit from some exercise that will strengthen the collaboration with each other, so I decided to split you in groups of two and you'll have to perform a song for us; the best performance will be our opening number at Sectionals." The curly haired teacher grabbed a list with the names he had already prepared. "No changes are allowed nor I will give any explanation for my choices. Let's start: Mike and Tina, Artie and Mercedes, Santana and Matt, Kurt and Brittany, Finn and Norah and Rachel and Quinnten." He looked up from his list to meet some angry or incredulous glances, along with happy and nonchalant ones. "That's it, I expect a song by the end of the week. Take the rest of the class to start working."
"God it's freaking unbelievable, you get paired with the Hobbit." Norah crossed her arms over her chest, sending death glares at the brunette who was approaching the couple timidly. "What the hell you want, Manhands?"
"Norah, stop it. It's not fair you take it on Rachel, she didn't choose to work with me." Quinn kissed the top of his girlfriend's head and stood up to meet the petite singer halfway. "Hey Rachel, guess we are going to find out how we work as duet partners, after all."
"I guess so, but I am afraid it just gave Norah another reason to dislike me even more." The brunette shivered lightly at the intensity of the ex-cheerio's stare, who sat up and eyed them suspiciously. "I was wondering if you'd like to come over at my house around 7, so we can look at my music sheets and find a song that could both suit our voices."
"That sounds like a good idea, I'll drop by soon after my shift and make sure not to eat dinner okay?" The blonde player smiled warmly at her before walking back toward his girlfriend, who stood up and pulled him in a passionate kiss on purpose, needing to show the singer who Quinn belonged to. "Babe…"
"Let's get out of here, I wanna spend some quality time with my baby daddy before I lose you to other stuff." Norah stood up on her tiptoes to press another kiss on her boyfriend's lips, before taking his hand and leading down the stairs of the choir room, without sparing another glance to the other members left there. Finn included.
"So you are going to work with Quinn? How do you plan to make an impression on him, Rachel?" Kurt approached the saddened diva, whose brows furrowed in confusion at the question. "Honey, your clothes are awful to stare at and god your hair, such a shame you are hiding under all of that because you could look prettier than Norah Puckerman and stroll down these hallways with her current boyfriend."
"You…you think?" Rachel's insecurities had always been there, somehow she had managed to push them aside after the Finn fiasco but the new tentative friendship with Quinn and her not so subtle crush on him, were making them surface again.
"I overheard he'll be at your house at 7, right? That will give me all the time needed to give you a nice make over and hopefully, you won't look that hideous to welcome the popular football captain in your house." He smirked at her smile, so innocent not to know he was setting her up for having gone after Finn Hudson when he had laid eyes on him first.
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When Quinnten arrived at the Berry's place, he was surprised to find Rachel answering the door clad in a fluffy bath robe and a towel around her hair; had he known she was showering, he would have waited outside or just ran few minutes late. He carried the pizza boxes inside the living room, along with his backpack and some sodas he had bought on his way there, wanting to thank the brunette for the hospitality by buying them dinner.
"Rachel, you could have told me you were showering and I would have-" Quinn had shrugged his letterman jacket off and draped it over the back of the Berry's couch, before turning around to address the girl who stood by the doorway. His words, though, got caught in his throat when he saw the robe and the towel had been discarded, leaving the petite singer clad in a black suite and high heels (reminding him of Sandy in Grease) that almost erased their height difference. "You look…different, indeed."
"Is this more of your liking, Quinn? I always thought you liked confident and stronger girls, from now on forget about the old Rachel Barbra Berry and welcome this new one." She stalked her way over him, only to find that walking on high heels was harder than she thought. One wrong step, she stumbled forward and luckily enough, the Wide Receiver was quick to catch her or she'd be welcoming the new herself in a hospital bed with a concussion and a broken coffee table.
"Rachel, why are you doing this?" Quinn's voice was soft, not a trace of anger or derision could be found in his tone. His eyes were gentle and encouraged her to just open up, not wanting to take advantage of the situation like anyone else could have. "Is this about what Norah always says? Cause, you have nothing to prove to me or anyone else in school. You don't need to reinvent yourself, Rachel Berry, cause the old you was equally good." He helped her sitting on the couch and kneeled at her feet, helping taking the heels off before sitting beside her.
"I feel so stupid and humiliated, I just wanted to be liked. No one wants me, Quinn and I thought it was because of the way I look or behave. I am fully aware of being a self-conceited diva but, no offense, your girlfriend is a top class bitch and yet she found someone great like you are." The brunette sniffed gently, hands resting in her lap as she looked down and just let the tears fall on her black pants.
"Believe me, I know she can be a bitch and most of the times she is very hard to deal with, but everyone has a good and bad side. You are an amazing girl, Rachel, and you'll find someone who will be able to appreciate all your good qualities and your flaws, trust me." He grabbed his handkerchief and gently wiped the tears off her face, smiling at the sight of the familiar girl he had started developing feelings for. "There you are, the girl I know and I got paired with."
"Thank you, Quinnten. I never had someone I could trust or talk to and I am glad we are building a friendship." She smiled back at him and picked at the fabric of her pants, nervously. "Can I hug you now?" She asked softly, bracing herself for rejection but instead found herself wrapped in a pair of strong arms, that quickly erased any discomfort or worry. She just closed her eyes and buried her head into his shoulder, hearing the light scent of his cologne fill her nostrils, whilst his hand played with the ends of her curly hair.
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"We shouldn't have done this, god he lives here with you now." Norah sat up in the unmade bed, holding the blanket around her bare chest with one hand as the other hand tried and fixed her messy locks; breathing deeply she looked around the quarterback's room avoiding her bedmate.
"Didn't hear you exactly complain few minutes ago." Finn sat up behind her, sliding his arms around her waist, he rested his chin on her shoulder and nuzzled his nose behind her ear. "I don't want to keep lying to him and myself, I have feelings for you and it hurts seeing you with him. It's our baby inside you, I should be providing for him or her." His larger hand slipped under the blanket and rubbed the bump, where her flat stomach used to be.
"We talked already about this, Finn. I…I don't know how to tell him that this baby isn't his, he got kicked out of his house because of me; I never meant to hurt him, we…we made a mistake and god we keep doing this." The ex-cheerio pulled away from his embrace, finding her clothes and putting them hastily back on. "Get dressed Finn, before either your mom or Quinn come back."
"We've been hurting him enough, Norah and Rachel is right, it's not fair he gets to clean up after my mess." The taller guy slipped his boxers back up his legs followed by a pair of jeans and a polo shirt but forgoing the shoes. "If you don't want to tell him, I'll do that but better to hear it from one of us than finding out from someone else."
"Rachel? Manhands know it's not Quinn's? When were you going to inform me of that?" Norah walked up to him and raised her eyebrows in perfect HBIC stance, making the quarterback stumbled as he attempted to move backwards and away from her. "That's her plan huh? Telling him, so she can have him? No fucking way."
"I don't think she wants to do that or she would have done that by now, Norah. She just cares about not wanting him to get hurt, we should do the same-" his words were stopped by the angry look in her eyes, that made him gulp and just shut up.
"What's wrong with you guys and RuPaul? Since when she knows this stuff, when she barely had a boyfriend for a couple of hours before you dumped her to move to better things. Don't you dare to bring her up again, Finn, and not a fucking word to Quinn unless I say so." She slipped her shoes back on and grabbed the purse from the nightstand before turning back to the silent guy. "You need to drive me back home and leave the window open, it reeks of sex here." She marched downstairs to wait for him, as he got his shoes back on and did as she said, before following her to take the girl home.
to be continued...