Another short chapter, but it sets up a good time line for the pep rally I think. Also, I'm really sorry for any mistakes that may occur in this chapter. I'm extremely tired but I really wanted to post this for all the lovely followers that take time to read this. Again, thanks for all the reviews and whatnot, it's what keeps me writing. I check my e-mail constantly and read every single one of them that deal with this fic. You're all awesome.
Saturday was spent very much the same as Friday. Quinn and Rachel stayed in her room for most of the day, still looking for a song to sing at the pep rally. And when they did finally decide on a song, then they spent the day practicing.
They sat on Rachel's bed, taking a quick breather from the practice. They both opened a water bottle and took a sip. They sat in silence for a few moments, until Quinn broke it.
"Do you think Finn asked Mr. Schu to do that?"
"To sing at the pep rally with him? I wouldn't put it past him."
"Are you still ignoring his calls?" Quinn asked.
"Yes," Rachel said, taking another sip of the water.
"You know you're going to see him at the pep rally, right?" Quinn asked, she almost looked worried.
"I know," Rachel said.
"He's not going to, you know," Quinn bit her lip, "Change your mind."
Rachel turned her head to look at Quinn, "Of course not. Why would you think that?"
"I don't know. I get stressed easily," Quinn said, suddenly embarrassed, "I'm sorry I brought it up."
Rachel lightly touched her knee, "Quinn. I don't want you to get stressed out about this. This pep rally is suppose to be fun get together of us old Glee members. You have to trust me."
Quinn sighed, "I know."
"Can you do that for me?" Rachel asked, still her hand lightly grasping her knee.
Quinn looked like she was about to cry, "Rachel," she whispered as she wiped a tear from her eye, "I'm sorry." She laughed through her tears, "I shouldn't be crying."
Rachel was concerned, "What is it?"
"It's nothing, nevermind."
"No," Rachel grabbed her hands, "Please tell me."
"It's hard for me to trust anybody. I want to trust you really, really badly. I do, but it's hard," Another tear fell from her face, "I don't even know what we are."
"Does that bother you?" Rachel asked, worried that she was the reason for the crying.
"No," Quinn said, trying to fight back more tears.
Rachel was satisfied with this answer, "What do you want?"
"I want to trust you," Quinn said simply.
"What's going that the easiest for you?" Rachel asked.
"I..." Quinn tried to think, "I want to be with you, but then again. Trust. I'm sorry," she was drowned out by tears.
"Shh," Rachel said and pulled Quinn close to her. Quinn didn't object and let her head fall onto Rachel's chest. "I understand you've been hurt before. And I really do not want to hurt you. And I'd like to think I have an okay reputation when it comes to that. Given, I haven't had much experience," Rachel thought back to the few relationships she's ever had, "But I'd like to think that I'm a decent human being who won't hurt you."
"You would never do it personally," Quinn lifted her head up, "You're not the monster. You would never hurt anybody intentionally. But me, where do I begin?" She was crying harder now, "I made an effort every day to mess up your life. I treated you like shit, and why? Because I'm the monster, Rachel. One day, you might realize that you deserve so much better."
"Quinn Fabray, " Rachel started, "You are anything but a monster. I'm not one to believe that people can't change. I've told you before, I knew from the start all the great potential you had. If I wasn't in this, Quinn, you would know by now. I don't like hurting people."
Quinn looked up at Rachel, "I know."
Rachel squeezed Quinn, "So please believe me when I say that Finn and I are done, and that I want this to turn into something. Preferably not so soon though. It's nothing against you, but this is just something I can't take too fast. I want to do this right."
Quinn nodded, "Okay." The two sat there for a while, just enjoying the presence of one another. Rachel let Quinn get calmed down before she proposed they get back to working on the song. Quinn laughed at Rachel's dedication to making the song perfect.
The blonde and brunette stayed up late, making sure it was perfect, knowing that this was probably the last time they'd have time to work on it till next week. Finally, Rachel started to feel sleepy, and her laugh showed it. So they snuggled into bed and fell asleep.
The next morning Quinn left around noon. Rachel insisted she stayed, but Quinn knew she had to get back to Yale, but assured her they'd see each other in Lima next weekend. But before she left, Rachel gave Quinn a hug and a quick peck on the lips. Kurt was sitting at the kitchen table and smirked at the entire event.
"Well, well, well," Kurt said once Quinn closed the door, "Looks like somebody has embraced her inner lesbian this weekend." He took a sip of coffee and peered over the rim of the mug.
"Shush," Rachel instructed.
"One more question," Kurt stated.
"No!" Rachel said.
"C'mon!" Kurt whined, "You've barely talked to me about this at all."
Rachel sighed and crossed her arms over her chest, "Fine. Only one though."
"Would you still ever sleep with a guy?" he asked.
"Too complex of a question," Rachel told him and started to walk away.
"Hey! Don't you walk away from me, Miss Rachel Berry. I deserve an explanation!" Kurt yelled as she walked away.
Rachel stopped and walked over to the table, took a deep breathe, then proceeded to answer, "I think I would still sleep with a guy. I never had a problem sleeping with guys."
"But you don't have a problem sleeping with Quinn, either?" Kurt teased.
"I haven't slept with Quinn!" Rachel defended. Kurt raised his eyebrow. "We haven't!" She insisted.
"Sure, sure. Whatever you say, princess," he took another sip of coffee and peered those knowing eyes at her.
"I would like to inform you that the furthest Quinn and I have gone was a kiss and some late night cuddling," she huffed and pulled the chair out, getting ready to walk away.
"Don't diva storm out on me. You owe me more details," Kurt told her.
"I said one question!"
Kurt raised his eyebrows, "You really think one question makes up for the past week you haven't been discussing anything with me?"
"You've been busy," Rachel tried to explain.
"That's never stopped you before," he said knowingly, "Why won't you talk to me?" He said more seriously.
Rachel thought about how to answer the question, "You're gay."
Kurt's eyes shot open, "Wow, I'm glad you've finally come to terms with that."
"No, no!" Rachel tried to take it back, "That's not it. It's that I have the utmost respect for you, and I don't," Rachel bit her lip, "I don't want to be a bad gay."
Kurt had to suppress his laugh, "Excuse me, did you just say that you didn't want to be a bad gay?"
"Well, if you're just going to laugh."
"No, no," Kurt stopped Rachel, "But, Rachel, do you think there are bad straight people?"
"Well, no..."
"So why do you think you would be a bad gay, as you say?" Kurt asked.
"I've never done it before!"
"You think the first time a third grader sends a note to a boy, that that information was just imprinted on her brain from the womb?" Kurt pressed.
"Of course not!"
"Then, why do you possibly think you could achieve to be a bad gay? You would literally have to try to that. Rachel, you just have to be natural. Do what feels right to you." Rachel still didn't look convinced, so Kurt reached over the table to grab her wrist, "Just be the brilliant, bright, and shining you."
Rachel smiled, "Thanks, Kurt."
"Now," Kurt took his hand back, "Tell me about it." He sipped his coffee as Rachel proceeded to tell him all her wonderful feelings about Quinn. How everything about her just felt right. She even went into mushy details about how her heart flutters every time she sees her and how her world is brighter with her. You know, the dramatics of Rachel Berry.
"So why aren't you dating yet?" Kurt asked after he heard it all.
Rachel shrugged, "I'm afraid."
"Of what?"
"Rejection," Rachel answered simply.
"Rachel Barbra Berry, really? I think it's been obvious to everybody that Quinn has had a massive lady boner for you."
"You knew too?" Rachel asked, shocked. She was beginning to think she was the only one that didn't know.
"I suspected it."
"Oh."
Kurt waited for her to say more, but when she didn't, he decided she needed more convincing, "Quinn coming out to you was a huge commitment to you, and I don't think you realize that. Truthfully, I don't think Quinn ever wanted to accept that she likes girls, but you made her go against that. Telling you was something that she could never take back. Because in all honestly, if she turned on you, you have every right to be a bitch back and spread the news. Quinn's not stupid, she knew that. Quinn really fell for you and that's her way of telling you."
It was all very hard for Rachel to believe still, but when Kurt put it that way it did make sense, "You always know what to say."
Kurt fake flipped his hair, "I try."
***
It was Monday afternoon and Kurt, Santana, and Rachel were all on the living room expecting a Skype call from the Glee club for the practice. Rachel kept in touch through phone with Quinn to make sure she was ready. Finally, the computer started to ring.
"Hi!" The entire Glee club, plus Puck, who must have been asked to be in the number too, said when they answered. They were all in the familiar room, staring at the camera smiling. The New York crew waved back.
Quinn simply said, "Okay. Hurry this up. My roommate will be back soon." So the crew went straight to work with the song.
It would be wrong to say that the rehearsal went smoothly. Santana started yelling in Spanish when Finn couldn't move his feet fast enough and Jake wasn't taking it seriously. Rachel threatened to diva storm out to her room when they tried to make her do some stupid dance move that would just look stupid. Kurt was oogling at Blaine the entire time because he was wearing his favorite pair of blue skinny jeans with a very complimenting striped cardigan. And Quinn just kept complaining about how stupid this was, and Santana, again, would yell in Spanish.
But finally, the number was through and the only thing more they could do was practice on their own time and hope it came together Friday at the pep rally. Before they hung up, Mr. Schu touched bases with Rachel.
"You and Quinn are still on for the duet?"
"Yes!" Rachel said excitedly.
"Great, we all can't wait. We'll see you on Friday, okay?"
"Yep! See you then!" Everybody said good-bye and the call was hung up. Rachel turned to Santana.
"How's you and Brittany coming along?"
Santana hesitated to answer, "I'm not singing with Brittany."
"Why not!?" Rachel asked, this was the first she had ever heard about this.
"Because I don't want to," Santana said.
"That's insane! You love to sing with Brittany," Rachel was very confused, Kurt tried to stay out.
"Rachel, I'm going to try really hard not to yell because I'm trying this new anger management thing. But keep in mind, I would be yelling right now," Santana took a deep breathe, "It wouldn't be good for Britt and I to sing together. As much as I love her, it would only hurt me and her more. And I'm sorry, but I have to put my own mental health before Glee."
Rachel wanted to argue, but the fact that Santana took the time to have a civil argument stopped her, "Okay. I understand, Santana."
Kurt smirked, "I'm so glad we're not in high school anymore. Last year, if she told you that, you would have freaked out on her because you were a total control freak. I'm glad you've mellowed out this year."
"That, or she doesn't care about a club she's not in anymore," Santana let out.
"Shut up!" Rachel told them both, jokingly, "I think everybody should be entitled to their own opinion and do what they want to do."
"That's a new one," Kurt snorted and Rachel playfully hit him.
"Can we go get something to eat? I'm starving," Santana complained.
"Sure," Kurt said as he got up, "By the way, Santana, how's Rachel doing as a gay? On a scale from 1 to 10, how convincing is she?" Kurt joked and flashed a smile at Rachel. She was glad to have such a fun best friend that could joke around with her. It honestly made everything so much easier. So they went to eat as Santana explained the complexities of being a lesbian, but assured Rachel she could handle it.
