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Chapter 7

Something brushed against her face; something soft; something tender; but it stopped almost as soon as it started. As Quinn began to stir the brushing started again; warm and soft against her skin, but soon she felt nothing, she was completely asleep, in a dream world where everything was how Quinn wanted it to be.

Perfect.

Quinn woke with a pounding sensation in her head as if someone had played whack-a-mole with it. She reached to touch the part of her head that had smacked against the wall.

"Ow," Quinn whispered in a rather hurt tone.

There was a rather large lump, but the lump felt cold. Quinn fumbled around for her phone in her pocket and checked the time. 5:30. Straining her ears, she tried to tell if anyone downstairs was still awake but they weren't. Why was the lump on her head cold, she wondered? Squinting around Quinn's eyes quickly adapted to the dark. Looking around the pitch black room Quinn could see a lump like shadow on the floor; it was the only thing in the room that resembled a shadow because a fleck of light devoured the gap in the lightly coloured curtains. Wait. The curtains weren't drawn when I came in here. Quinn looked puzzled.

Pulling herself up off of the floor, Quinn felt her head start to pound again. Walking carefully over to the lump on the floor, she thought at first it was a pillow, but on closer look it was a bag of frozen peas.

"Okay, this is weird," Quinn voiced anxiously.

Scared that someone was hiding in the room Quinn stepped very nimbly yet quickly to the closest wall and flattened her back against it.

"Anyone there? This isn't funny guys."

Silence.

If anyone was there she'd hear creaking on the floor boards surely. Realisation hit Quinn; she moved her hand to the patch on her head again. Cold. The frozen pea's Quinn thought; someone was holding them on my head. No one knew I was up here though, unless it was Santana but she didn't seem to care how much pain she'd put me in. She said earlier we were like sisters, so maybe it was her. Yes, it was definitely Santana she must have drawn the curtains as well.

Then suddenly a long loud creak echoed around the room. Quinn whipped around.

"Who's there? This isn't funny anymore!"

Still no answer.

Edging closer and closer to the door Quinn was truthfully scared of who she'd find. She poked her head out of the door, it was even darker outside of Puck's room, and that's when Quinn saw it, a dark figure almost as if it was gliding down the stairs, completely noiselessly. The figure headed towards the kitchen. Quinn's heart began beating quicker and quicker. Was Puck being burgled she thought? Maybe I should shout or scream or something. No, I can't do that, it wouldn't be fair on those who are going to have awful hangovers in the morning, they'll need as much sleep as they can get.

Mustering up some courage Quinn tiptoed to the top of the stairs, not wanting to disturb the figure that, by now was probably in the kitchen. Everything seemed much scarier when Quinn did it on her own; walking down these stairs; having a baby live inside her for nine months; watching her parents' divorce without anyone at school knowing. It was as if she didn't want sympathy; it's as if as soon as everybody knew who the real Quinn was they'd treat her like everyone else at Lima; like a loser. But Quinn had ambitions and dreams, she didn't want to be seen as everybody else because that would destroy the motivation she'd been putting together for the majority of her life.

Quinn felt a draft brush against her face as she neared the last few stairs. Wait, something brushed against me in my sleep, it can't have been the wind though, she thought, the window wasn't open. Or was it? Quinn couldn't remember and she didn't want to risk going upstairs and then on her return realise that the figure had gone.

In mid step Quinn stopped and fell into deep concentration. Thinking back to the brushing on her face, she'd remembered having a dream. She didn't remember it vividly but she remembered the main jist of it. Quinn had relived that entire day in her dream but instead of Rachel and Brittany kissing, Rachel and herself had been about to kiss. However they weren't with everyone else, because they'd been playing seven minutes in heaven, and right before they had kissed Rachel had stroked her face; but that's when she woke up with her pounding head. Quinn mentally kicked herself for not letting the dream carry on. She couldn't go on denying it anymore; she definitely felt something for Rachel, even if she didn't quite know what it was yet.

Snapping herself out of her un-Christian like thoughts Quinn continued to walk towards the kitchen. She paused in the kitchen doorway; and stared at the figure that was leaning over the sink. They were quite short, with flowing long hair that reached half way down their back.

"Rachel?" Quinn breathed quietly.

The silhouette didn't need to turn around for Quinn to know that it was Rachel who was leaning over the sink and holding a glass in her right hand. Rachel's voice echoed around the dark kitchen and although Rachel didn't answer Quinn's question, she was more than certain that she heard Quinn call her name.

"Santana told everyone you were upstairs and to leave you because you were sleeping. I had to wait to come and see you because Santana kept watching me. Then she said that you'd had a falling out so you wanted to be alone."

Rachel had tried to come and see me, Quinn thought, she didn't hate me. A rush of relief flooded through Quinn's body and she began to relax.

As if Rachel was reading her mind she said, "I don't hate you you know, I envy you."

Quinn let out an abrupt laugh. At this Rachel turned to face Quinn. She noticed that the moonlight on Rachel's face reflected in her normally chocolate coloured eyes.

"Why laugh at something so serious?"

"I wasn't laughing at you, I was laughing at the fact I envy you so much, everything you have and everything you had during high school. In a way I wanted to be you. Perfect family. Perfect boyfriend. Perfect looks. Perfect everything."

Quinn was convinced that even in the darkness she noticed Rachel blush as the last part of her sentence.

Quinn continued.

"I had to change my name, my appearance, my life and all for what? To be a bitch at school because I was petrified people would realise who I used to be. I live my life scared Rach."

This was the first time that Quinn had ever called Rachel 'Rach.' It was usually smurf or man hands or more often than not RuPaul. Quinn winced at the pathetic nicknames she'd spent hours conjuring up during her high school years.

Rachel acted as if she didn't hear anything Quinn had just said, which in one way hurt Quinn but in another didn't faze her so much.

"I've seen how you look at me Quinn. I see you in the corner of my eye, every time you think I'm not looking. I am looking you know, I look back; I don't understand why though Quinn. Tell me."

The whole time Rachel said this she looked Quinn straight in the eyes with a piercing stare. Quinn had never heard Rachel talk so fluently in such short sentences. However, Quinn still stood motionless; her once relaxed stance was now rigid again. What was she supposed to say, she hadn't got a clue how she felt either.

"I don't know, truthfully I don't know."

Once again Rachel pretended like she didn't hear.

"It was me you know, the frozen peas, drawing the curtains and sitting with you until you fell asleep."

Quinn was shocked. She raised a hand to her face and touched the spot that Rachel had stroked and felt a pang of emotions; what emotions she hadn't got a clue, but there was definitely something there.

"Thank-you," Quinn said moving closer to Rachel.

Rachel didn't move.

"Thank-you for what? Not hurting you? Not putting you down when you already feel like you can't sink any lower in life. Not laughing at you or taking the piss out of you?"

Tears filled both Rachel's and Quinn's eyes. Quinn felt like she'd been punched in the gut. No one had ever dared stand up to her to tell her what it felt like when they'd been slushied or been on the receiving end on one of Quinn's hurtful, sarcastic comments. But now, Quinn knew exactly what that felt like and if someone had come upstairs And shouted at her straight after Santana had pushed her against the wall Quinn probably would have broken down. She could not believe what she put Rachel through and she had no idea how to even begin to make it up to her.

"I'm so sorry Rach, I had no idea."

"You wouldn't would you, but it's not your fault."

Quinn frowned.

"Hey that's not fair, it is my fault and I take the full blame for everything okay, I'm sorry."

Quinn's face was about fifty centimetres away from Rachel's. She stretched out her arm and squeezed Rachel's shoulder. She expected Rachel to flinch, but instead she felt Rachel's arm relax and Quinn began to feel that familiar warm feeling form in the pit of her stomach again. This time it was Rachel's turn to move; she stretched out her right hand and stroked Quinn's face.

"You were dreaming when I was stroking your face, you said my name."

Quinn was completely oblivious to the fact she even talked in her sleep let alone said other people's names.

"I'm sorry," Quinn began but got cut off by Rachel's index finger pushing lightly against her lips.

Quinn's stomach felt as if it was doing star jumps. The tightening warm feeling in the pit of her stomach began to tingle with excitement. The thrill of Rachel touching her was enough to radiate the entire world with happiness and smiles. Without realising Quinn had smiled and looking into Rachel's dreamy eyes, she'd smiled back.

"It's in the past now Quinn so forget it and leave it there okay."

Rachel removed her finger from Quinn's lips and began stroking the side of her face again. She moved in closer and closer until Rachel's lips were just a centimetre from Quinn's.

"You're beautiful Quinn and that why I envied you, you were beautiful at everything you did."

The tightening cocoons in Quinn's stomach had now erupted into butterflies. Was she about to kiss Rachel? Her mind turned to mush just at the thought of it, but Quinn was not prepared for what was about to happen.

Rachel parted her lips slightly and leaned into kiss Quinn but stopped. Their lips brushed against each other's bur Rachel applied no pressure; Quinn was being driven crazy by her emotions and tried to push into the kiss but Rachel still stroking her face was distracting her. Just as Quinn had composed herself enough to fully kiss Rachel; Rachel pulled away, then leaned in and kissed Quinn's cheek ever so tenderly. Quinn's emotions roared inside of her writhing to get the attention they so desperately wanted. One kiss was all Quinn had wanted, one kiss and Quinn had got it; not entirely the way she'd have liked it but she got it.

As Rachel's lips had parted from Quinn's cheeks, she whispered, "Goodnight."

Quinn closed her eyes, when she opened them Rachel was gone. Quinn whipped around just in time to see Rachel leaving through the door,

"Rach," she called.

There were so many things Quinn wanted to ask and say but Rachel just stood in the door way as if waiting for Quinn to carry on, but when she didn't Rachel carried on walking.


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