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Quinn layed face down across the bed that she was currently calling her own, floods of tears gushed down her ashen pale cheeks staining the duvet as she reflected on her mistake.
She couldn't believe she'd run away when everything in her head and heart had been telling her to run towards Bridget's secure arms and make everything okay. That was the whole fucking point of her turning up in New York after all!
Quinn wanted to kick herself as her heart ached and her mind wandered. The tears dampened her t-shirt as she sat up, adjusting her eyes to the light of a dim lamp sitting on a bed side table in the corner of her new room.
She felt like she was dying inch by inch as a picture of her and Bridget together stared back at her from beside a stereo. It reminded her that missing someone gets easier every day. Something Bridget had taught her.
Standing up and pulling the sleeves of Rachel's massive t-shirt (probably an ex's) down to cover her shaking hands, she rose to look out the window, her eyes immediately setting on one star which was brighter than any other.
Bridget had named that Beth's Star.
Everything was reminding Quinn of Bridget. She couldn't help it.
As time passed and the star only appeared to shimmer further from her grasp, the growing need to get out of there, to escape, runaway, anything to make that lost feeling fade away grew stronger. She just didn't want to believe she'd fucked up that bad when she'd finally been given her chance. Part of her wanted to cry her heart out and the other part wanted to hit something with the anger that was raging inside of her quivering body.
She ached for Bridget's tenderness, her fierceness and her unique ability to be happy and sad at the same time. It's what Quinn always found so cute yet beautiful about her.
Picking up her cell phone from the pillow, she edged closer to the open window and leant out just slightly, zooming in on her cell phones camera and doing her best to capture a picture of the brightest star.
Damn, slightly blurred. She tried again with the flash, a tip taught to her by Britt who had probably learnt it from San. As she pointed her phone to the sky, just capturing the tip of a tall, modern building surrounded by blue lights, she managed to capture the star just perfectly. Shining bright as if beaming down on her in all its glory, displaying it's pride.
It was perfect.
A tear rolled down her cheek at the same time as the contradicting smile appeared warmly across her lips. She didn't know if this would work, but it was worth the try.
Have you got Bridget's number? – Q xx
She quickly typed out the message and threw her phone down on her bed, wandering out into the open living area.
Rachel still wasn't in and Quinn felt a stab of guilt mixed with worry. She knew the loving diva was probably still with Bridget, taking care of the likely angry yet hurt British model. Atleast in a way, that's what she hoped.
She didn't want Bridget to hurt. Ever. And even more than that, she never wanted to be the cause of any hurt thrust upon Bridget's warm heart. It wasn't fair, but the selfish part of her didn't want Bridget to be alright with the fact that she'd ran away. She didn't want to hear Bridget just got back onto the bar without a care in the world and deep down, she knew she wouldn't. She knew Bridget cared. She knew they loved each other more than she ever believed possible.
Checking the time on the contemporary clock hanging tastefully above the glass fireplace, she nervously twisted her necklace around her neck. Half three in the morning. Quinn didn't know if that was ordinary for a bar like 'Aliona' but it most probably was.
She paced around the living area, hoping for a click signifying Rachel's arrival or a phone call telling her that Bridget was coming over, but it just wasn't happening.
Time passed slowly, killing Quinn's patience as she slumped down onto the sofa, her eyes heavy from the crying. Just as she got comfortable she heard her phone beep, sending her literally running into her spare room on the opposite side of the living area.
Santanna had finally taken the time to reply.
212 364 5165 mend it quick Q. xx
Quinn felt a little stung by the warning, but remembering her earlier plan she simply sighed and typed in Bridget's number, selecting the photo and sending it.
'Picture'
Shines forever for my two beautiful B's. -Q xx
She paused, staring at the sentimental image and considering her actions, before hitting the send button, her breath short as she hesitated.
Her phone buzzed signifying that the message had been sent and instantly her shoulder's dropped as she stared at her back-ground. Her and Mike.
She suddenly felt bad. Was it right to have a picture of them together as her background anymore? Considering he was Tina's man now? Probably not.
She sighed deeply, staring at his warm chocolate eyes which were smiling back at her. She missed him, but it wasn't how she should have felt. She should have been heart broken and she was on some degree, but her thoughts were all on Bridget. She was heartbroken for Bridget, not Mike.
Turning on the radio, Quinn settled onto her bed, her pillows catching her as she let the slow songs fill her silent bedroom. Hey eyes closed automatically, heavy from crying, but her mind continued working as the love songs made tears reappear.
"Quinn?" A gentle voice just peeked above the music, surprising the blonde as their head appeared around the door. Apparently she'd been laying there awhile and Rachel had even managed to get into her pyjamas and make two steaming cups of Quinn's favourite hot chocolate.
"Just thought you might need it." Rachel smiled sadly, walking over to Quinn's bedside table and placing the mug down before placing a kiss on her cheek, turning to leave silently.
"Thank you." Quinn quickly offered before Rachel nearly disappeared back through the door. "Rach… is she okay?" she stammered slightly, but her enthusiasm made Rachel smile.
"Ask her yourself." Rachel grinned, opening the door a little further and exposing a shy looking Bridget.
"Hey baby girl." Bridget smiled tenderly, her eyes watering. Quinn couldn't believe her eyes, but that didn't matter because she didn't need to think in order to jump straight into the girl's supple arms, her smile sincere as she wrapped her arms around Bridget's neck.
"Oh my god, I'm so so sorry Bridget." Quinn wept into her neck, but she couldn't help smiling as Bridget pulled back and looked straight into her eyes, intertwining their fingers and pulling Quinn close once more.
"You ran away." Bridget's voice broke as she pressed Quinn further into her.
"I know." The uncomprehend able words escaped her lips as she pulled back and tugged on Bridget's hand, pulling her further into her bedroom. They needed privacy.
"Quinn, don't." Bridget hesitated slightly, leaning away and backing towards the door, closing it but leaning against the frame keeping a safe distance between them.
"Have you come to tell me we can't be together? Because…Because if that's…" Quinn's voice shook as she tried to wrap her head around Bridget's presence, hurt overtaking her already.
Bridget smiled warmly, one eyebrow arched as she watched Quinn attempt to rattle on, completely lost in 'what if's'.
"No." Bridget cut her off, moving forward cautiously and taking one of her hands. Quinn's porcelain skin was covered in goose bumps although it was boiling in the apartment and her eyes shone with fresh tears.
"This is how I see it." Bridget stated, immediately commanding Quinn's attention as she stroked a tear from the blonde girl's cheek and gently replaced it with a kiss before she stared deeply into her eyes, seriousness suddenly evident.
"I want you Quinn. But I want all of you and I'm not settling for less." She paused, scanning Quinn's attentive face before continuing. "I love you. Completely. And I know you'll probably say it's too late but I don't care, I'm saying it anyway and there's nothing you can do about that." Bridget's raspy voice was addictive as she stated the way she felt and Quinn could literally feel her heart melting.
"You mean that?" Quinn voice was soft as she looked into Bridget's genuine eyes feeling nothing but passion and truthfulness.
"Every word Quinn." Bridget smiled, taking Quinn's face in her hands as she pulled them closer, feeling the blonde's sharp breath against her lips. "I'm yours. If you'll have me of course." She grinned before placing a gentle kiss to Quinn's lips.
"I've always wanted you." Quinn whispered, her breathe quickening as Bridget teased her by standing so close and looking straight into her eyes, their breath tickling each other's face.
"Then I'm all yours. Only yours baby." Bridget smirked, driving Quinn crazy. Not being able to take it anymore, Quinn crashed their lips together in a smouldering kiss, tangling her hands in Bridget's luxurious hair as their bodies meshed together.
Bridget pulled Quinn's hips flush against hers and turned them around until they fell onto the bed, they're hands locking together whilst their free hands explored each other's bodies, earning rewarding moan's and raspy groans.
It was everything Quinn had been waiting for.
Bridget's warm body against hers as they explored previously untouched places and the trail of goose bumps Bridget's delicate fingers left along her torso as they removed her top sent Quinn into a complete state of bliss.
Quinn flipped them over so that she was straddling the British girl's hips and quickly attached her lips to Bridget's exposed collar bone, reaching down and pulling the buttons of her shirt apart with her teeth.
She had never felt this way before as she ravished the girl beneath her. She wanted to show Bridget what she'd gotten herself into and surprisingly, the girl knew exactly how to deal with this side of her.
This was going to be a night neither girl would ever forget, but it was one they had dreamed about for six years or so and there was no way Quinn would let anyone ruin the new connection they were creating.
"You sure you're ready for this Quinn? We don't have to rush." Bridget asked tenderly between kisses and moans, her hands resting on Quinn's warm hips.
She wanted this, but she knew Quinn had never done this again since Puck. Not even with Mike. Well not that she knew off. She didn't want to pressure the blonde, but there was something in her eyes telling her it was everything she wanted and more and Bridget was determined to please the girl over and over again.
"I'm not ready." Quinn suddenly breathed, frowning sadly but Bridget simply smiled warmly and reached up to kiss her affectionately.
Part of Bridget wanted to kick herself for thinking Quinn was ready, she had been really hopeful because of the way the blonde was currently running her hands up her taunt stomach muscles and watching her every moment with so much passion Bridget gulped as the blonde's eyes settled on the rise and fall of her perfect chest.
"It's okay. I promise" Bridget whispered, placing another kiss to her jaw line and moving towards her neck sending a shiver down the blondes spine.
"I want to be ready." Quinn murmured, moaning in pleasure as Bridget teasingly traced her neck.
"I understand." Bridget husked into her ear, working her way back towards the blondes lips and tenderly connecting their lips passionately.
"I love you, that's all that's important right now. We're here together, that's all I need."