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Ermmm, and I still didn't edit. I'm just sooo lazy. I'll admit it. I'm lazy. =D
To say that things were tense at the moment would be the biggest understatement imaginable. Rachel hadn't spoken a word to the blonde since they had left the church. She could see Quinn out of the corner of her eye, sometimes looking at her-others looking out of the window. The brunette prided herself on being kind and forgiving, but even she was too livid at the moment to attempt to speak to Quinn.
Her cell phone immediately started ringing. She sighed, figuring it was Santana. She reached down to fumble through her purse only to be met with Quinn's hand as well. She instantly pulled her hand away, as though it had been burned. She felt disgusted with the person seated beside her. "I'm sorry," Quinn whispered before handing the phone over. Rachel wasn't sure if she meant for brushing their hands together or the entire situation in general. Regardless, Rachel didn't care.
"Hello," Rachel questioned.
"You aren't here," Santana stated. Rachel sighed. She had at least been right about the caller. She took a few deep breaths to calm her anger down. She didn't want to snap on the girl simply because Quinn had her messed up. "Hello? Rachel?"
"Yes?" Rachel questioned. She looked around and realized that she was in her neighborhood. She was slightly thankful-simply because she wouldn't be cooped up with the blonde any longer. Of course, on the downside, once she was inside she would have to listen to Quinn's useless attempt at explaining things.
Santana cleared her throat, "Where are you?" The brunette felt her stomach churning. She couldn't help but feel sick and repulsed by everything that had been happening.
"I'm with-" Rachel looked across to see Quinn looking at her. She quickly looked away and gave the road her full attention. She chose to ignore the look of hurt that crossed the blonde's face upon seeing that she couldn't even say her name.
"Quinn," Santana finished. Rachel flinched upon hearing the blonde's name. "Just be back soon, okay? If you need anything then just text me. I'll be there, alright?" Rachel smiled. Santana was a bitch 99.99 percent of the time, but there were very rare moments when she proved to be a decent friend.
"I'm sorry that I had to leave you there. I know it isn't ideal and that you don't exactly know, well, anyone, but I'm sure that you could possibly find someone to talk to?" She smiled when she heard Santana huff on the other end of the line. She could practically see the girl rolling her eyes.
"I'm actually about to go look for ducks or something." Rachel chuckled to herself. Of course, she was still with Brittany. "Take care of yourself and beat the psycho out of that girl."
"Right," Rachel whispered before hanging up the phone. She proceeded to continue straight for a second before reaching her house. She slowly eased into the driveway and shifted the car into park. She fought the urge to look at Quinn, opting instead to unbuckle her seatbelt and getting out of the car. Rachel didn't wait on the blonde to catch up. She didn't want to be around the girl any longer than she had to. She jangled the keys in the lock of the door and rushed inside. She walked into the kitchen and grabbed one of her dad's bottles of beer out of the refrigerator. Normally she wasn't a drinker-it was horrible for one's vocal cords, but she believed that she deserved a drink at that moment. She watched Quinn intently, noticing how awkward the girl looked and how uncomfortable she must feel. "Good," Rachel whispered to herself before walking back into the living room. "We can go to my room," she stated more to the room than to Quinn herself.
She resisted the urge to slam her door in Quinn's face and instead opted to walk to the other side of her room entirely to where Santana had been seated last night. She vaguely remembered the Latina looking through her yearbook and looking quite shocked at one point and time. Rachel's brows furrowed before she pulled the annual back out of the bookshelf and began to violently flip the pages.
"Wait," she heard a soft voice plead from behind her. Rachel turned around and eyed the blonde. "Let me explain everything first?"
"That'd be nice," Rachel spat before sitting herself down in the chair. Quinn stood awkwardly in the doorway before stepping inside and closing the door behind her. "I'd prefer the door be left open. I know that so far you've only shown stalker characteristics, but I wouldn't put it past you to try to murder me or something." She ignored the pang of guilt she felt upon seeing the broken expression on the blonde, who simply nodded and re-opened the door.
"I know that this all looks bad," Quinn stopped talking upon hearing Rachel snort in disbelief. "Okay, I know that it is bad, but I swear that it isn't entirely what it looks like." Rachel arched an eyebrow urging the girl to continue.
"If I open this yearbook, are you going to be in it?" Rachel questioned, even though she already knew the answer. A part of her just wanted the blonde to admit it-admit whatever it was that she was trying to hide. The blonde nodded sheepishly. Rachel angrily let the book drop to the floor. "That isn't even what bothers me here. Why would you not tell me?"
"I had every intention of telling you who I was in the beginning, Rachel," Quinn replied in a hushed tone. Rachel rolled her eyes in disbelief. "I tried to tell you once, but everything got in the way and after that I realized I had a better chance of-"
"Of what?" Rachel urged.
"I don't know," Quinn replied. "I liked you-a lot more than I should have given the situation, but I couldn't help it. I knew that this time I actually had some sort of chance with you."
"What are you talking about?" Rachel yelled. "This time? When did you try to be with me before? You're not making any sense, Quinn."
"In high school," Rachel nodded, "I fell for you in high school. The jocks were pushing me around," Quinn whispered with a far off look in her face. "You weren't that much higher than I was on the social pyramid, but you were still over me." Rachel said nothing, not sure of where the story was going. "I had just been slushied by, well, pretty much the entire first string of the football team." Rachel's eyes widened.
"I yelled at them for messing with you and then gave you my spare change of clothes," Rachel whispered. Quinn nodded in confirmation. "You were that girl," Rachel repeated. "You always carried my books for me," Rachel snorted. Quinn smiled lightly but looked away to keep from catching Rachel's eye.
"You weren't really into girls then. Or if you were then you definitely weren't into me. When you moved away I just figured that was the end of that, you know? None of us knew where you went. It was just like you disappeared. After I graduated I, surprisingly, got into NYU. I wanted to be a director at the time. That didn't really work out for me. I switched majors, against my wishes, and well, now I work at a publishing company." Rachel nodded. "I met Finn at a bar one night. I had just gotten through with my finals. I was celebrating, I guess. He was sweet. I'd never really dated anyone. I never really ever had feelings for anyone after…" Rachel sighed in relief after realizing that blonde wasn't going to add anything to the end of that sentence. "Finn made me feel things though. Maybe not strong things, but they were feelings nonetheless. I hadn't felt things in the longest time so when he asked me out I immediately said yes."
"If you're trying to prove something to me then I'm not really seeing the point, Quinn," Rachel replied. Quinn's head snapped up. Rachel wondered if she had also noticed that it was the first time she had spoken her name since they had been at the church.
"Finn and Puck were friends long before I knew Finn. We met at the bar Puck worked at. I never went back after that though. Puck and I never really got along, which is why when he came to us a few months ago talking about needing a favor for his best friend I immediately told Finn to forget it." Rachel nodded. "When I heard him say Rachel Berry needed a place to stay though it automatically brought so many memories back. I wondered if it was the same girl. I had hoped it was so I told Finn to do it. That part was disturbing on my part, I know, but I knew that if it was you then I wanted to be able to help you out."
"I see," Rachel whispered, gaze steady on the floor. "But you kissed me. You flirted. Why did you do all of that?"
"Because it was you, Rachel! God, I don't know. You were just so amazing and I wanted you." The brunette's cheeks flushed as she swallowed thickly. "You kissed me back, you know," she added.
"I-I don't really see how that is relevant," Rachel replied quickly. Quinn nodded. "It was so hard," Rachel whispered, "falling for my roommate's girlfriend." Quinn's eyes locked on Rachel's, a faint smile on her face. "I guess in the end it all worked out though. I'll be moving out of Finn's apartment the minute I get back to New York. I'll move in with Santana. I won't tell Finn about us, don't worry. Your relationship with him will be safe," Rachel stated before standing up and heading to the door.
"I don't care about the relationship with him" she murmured before standing up and walking towards Rachel. She grabbed the smaller girl's wrist to prevent her from leaving. Rachel shut her eyes tightly because yeah, even though she should be turned off from the blonde for life, she wasn't. Those feelings she had been holding underneath the surface were still there.
"Finn doesn't deserve to be cheated on," Rachel whispered before Quinn turned her around and pinned her to the door. She willed herself to not look into hazel eyes. And it actually worked.
Until Quinn kissed her. Rachel's eyes snapped open and she pushed the blonde girl away. "How dare you do that? I'm a good person. I can't sit here and allow this to happen when all of this has happened!"
Oh, except Rachel couldn't bring herself to push the blonde away. She couldn't bring herself to think of Finn and how heartbreaking it would be for him to know that his girlfriend was cheating with him on the girl he opened his home to. She didn't think about how screwed up everything in the situation was. She didn't care that they had known each other in their past. She didn't care that Quinn had some ulterior motives when she let her move in. She just didn't care.
All she could bring herself to care about where the delicious lips that were pressing kisses down her neck, the hands that were roaming all over her body, igniting a fire within her, and the thigh that was pressed in between her legs making her feel sinful things. The brunette pushed Quinn away quickly and pushed her towards the bed. "Take off your dress," she husked in a voice she hardly recognized. Quinn immediately complied. Rachel literally felt her jaw drop at the sight before her. Within milliseconds she had reached the blonde and was attacking her lips hungrily, begging for an entrance, which the blonde willingly gave. The brunette moaned when their tongues met in a heated dance for dominance. Rachel pulled away long enough to pull her dress overhead and toss it haphazardly across the room. She pushed Quinn onto the bed before situating herself between the girl's legs. She re-attached their lips, finding that she was oddly transfixed with the unique taste of the blonde's mouth. Quinn moaned into the kiss while trailing her hands up Rachel's back, unclasping her bra in record time. Rachel pulled away and arched an eyebrow. "In a hurry?"
"No," Quinn replied, voice hoarse, "just anxious to see you," she admitted. Rachel rolled her eyes playfully before tugging the straps down and removing the bra entirely. Quinn reached out to touch the girl in front of her but was pushed away.
"I don't think so," Rachel mocked before lying back against the blonde. She pressed eager open mouthed kisses down her jaw, before reaching the girl's neck. She nipped at her pulse, wanting to leave a mark, knowing that she shouldn't. The brunette ran her hands underneath the girl's back in an attempt to remove the only barrier remaining between the skin of their upper bodies. The blonde, eager to comply, leaned forward long enough for Rachel to get the job done.
If Rachel wasn't turned on before then she knew she was then. She hadn't been with many women but she definitely knew that Quinn Fabray was the closest thing to perfect she had ever seen. "Rachel," the blonde whined, unhappy with the pace they were moving at. Rachel smirked before kneading the girl's breasts with her hands.
"You're so beautiful," she whispered into the girl's ear, unsure of where that sentence had come from. Quinn blushed, but continued arching into the girl above her. Rachel continued pressing wet kisses down the girl's body before reaching the valley of her breasts. She let her right hand continue massaging Quinn's breast, while her mouth attached to the other. She sucked and nipped the erect nipple before going to pay attention to the breast her hand had been pleasing.
"The fuck," Quinn shouted as Rachel's cell phone began to ring. Rachel pulled away, sure that her expression was matching the one of the blonde's. "Don't answer it," Quinn pleaded. Rachel, intent on fulfilling the blonde's wishes, continued lavishing the girl's chest before she was struck with a though.
"What about the wedding," she questioned after reluctantly pulling herself away.