Chapter Six

"By the way, what's that you have under your shirt?"

Rachel asked the stunned blonde, somewhat distracted as she searched through her big ass purse to find her iPhone. She really had to text Kurt and inform him on how her anniversary with Charlie has been going so far. She should have called him earlier when Charlie and the driver were talking outside the theater, but everything was still just so shocking that she hadn't even thought to do so in that moment.

She knew one thing though; he was going to freak when she told him everything! He was a firm believer that Charlie Fabray was all evil, so when she tells him he'll have no choice but to recant all his previous statements. Before, it had been warranted, but now...now Charlie was different; just like he said he was. Rachel believed his words now that he promised her this.

Fuuuucckkk! She knows, man! She knows! We have to bail! Quick, open the door and roll out the car! Hopefully a taxi won't run us over and ruin our perfectly executed barrel roll.

"W-what?" Quinn said with a nervous laugh, most likely looking like a maniac as she stared at Rachel with shifty eyes and a red, sweaty face. "Pfft, what are you talking about, silly? There's nothing under my shirt." Quinn forced another laugh as she gave a playful shove to Rachel's shoulder out of nervousness, causing the woman's cell phone to fall out of her hand and onto the floor with a pronounced thump.

Rachel gave Quinn an unimpressed look before bending down to retrieve her cell, but it was to no avail. It had slid underneath the passenger seat. Letting out an annoyed sigh, Rachel took off her seat belt to better reach.

"Yesss, you do. I felt it when you were holding me." she said with a grunt as she searched for her phone. Sadly, she was not able to reach the device due to having a big head and little arms

I'm telling you, man! Bail! Bail! Bail! BAIL! BAIL! BAIL! BAI-

"I HAVE TITTIES!" Quinn suddenly shouted.

That's not what I fucking said, damn it!

Puck, who had been shamelessly eavesdropping with the partition cracked, slammed on the breaks from surprise. Rachel's face smashed into the back of the passenger seat before crumpling to the floor, legs high in the air.

"My nose!" Rachel shouted from the floor just as her stiletto poked Quinn dead in the eyeball.

"Fuck!" Quinn screamed out in pain, clutching her now swollen eye.

Oh, fuck me!

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And that's why Rachel can't find out about our boobs, or that painful shit will happen! We'll have to wear an eye patch! You can't be a badass when explaining that some chick's stiletto took your eye out. That's just not gangsta.

Then what do we do!

I don't know! Freaking lie! It's what we've been doing all day.

I don't know if I can lie to her anymore, okay! Things are getting too real—too complicated—now. I mean, we kissed her! Our brother's soon to be wife!

And what a kiss that was. Her inner self practically sighed.

It was the best kiss we've ever had, but she's still out brother's fiancé. We can't keep doing this to Rachel. We have to tell her.

Okay, fine. But we should at least give Charlie a heads up first –give him some time to pray before Rachel kills his ass.

Yeah, okay; as soon as the opportunity comes, we're calling him so we can finally tell Rachel the truth.

"That's it. I'm taking you home." Rachel said as she closed the first aid kit that Puck had retrieved from the trunk of his car. Quinn snapped out of her deep thoughts.

"What? Why?" Quinn asked, confused.

"Why? I just patched you up after rubbing disinfectant over your cut, and you didn't even tear up and whimper like you'd normally do." Rachel explained with bewildered eyes. Quinn frowned slightly. Rachel had patched her up?

And simultaneously called Charlie a little bitch on the low too. Damn, I dig this chick so hard right now.

Quinn reached up and touched the butterfly bandage that Rachel had placed over her wound. She had been so deep in her thoughts that she hadn't even realized what Rachel had been doing.

"And I've said your name multiple times. I almost recorded it and put it on repeat just to save my voice." Rachel added. "You're acting slower than usual." she said in concern.

Haha! Oh man! Was it just me, or did Rachel just suggest that Charlie is slow? She's on a roll here!

"I'm afraid you may be suffering from a concussion. I know I should have taken you straight to the hospital." Rachel said with pursed lips in a self-deprecating manner. "You know; I'll just do that right now before taking you home. Mr. Driver man?" Rachel called out to Puck as she went to knock on the partition screen.

"Rachel! I'm fine!" Quinn said quickly with a slight laugh as she took Rachel's raised hand in hers. "I'm pretty sure–no, I'm positive that I don't have a concussion. I should know. I know what one feels like. That guy barely tapped me." Quinn said as she rubbed at Rachel's hand with her thumbs. Still, Rachel did not look too convinced.

"Bleeding profusely from your head does not look like he 'barely tapped you.'" Rachel droned with slightly narrowed eyes.

"It's a head wound, Rachel. They bleed." Quinn reminded her of what she had said when it first happened.

Rachel scans Quinn's face for any sign of her lying before letting out a sigh. "Are you sure you're okay?" Rachel asked her softly as she removed her hands from Quinn's in order to cup her face. "Is your head hurting at all?" A light bulb went off in Quinn's mind at the brunette's words.

You're welcome, bitch.

"Um, to be honest. While I don't have a concussion, I do kind of feel a small headache coming on." Quinn lied with a rub to her head to back it up. "I didn't tell you because I didn't want to worry you. It could be from blood lose. I should be fine once we eat, though."

Come on.

Come on.

Take the bait!

If not, we're screwed.

"Oh, my poor baby." Rachel cooed as she moved her hands to the blonde's temple, in which she began to massage. Quinn gave a slight wince, not because she was actually in pain (as it actually felt quite nice) but to appear as if she were. She needed Rachel to forget about that damning question she had asked earlier about her chest. Though, she felt like a major asshole for doing it.

"Here; why don't you lay your head on my lap for a little while. If you don't feel better after we get you a new shirt—and maybe some aspirin—then we can go home. Sound good?"

"Oh no, we can't do that, Rachel. It's our anniversary! Today's supposed to be special. Don't let me ruin it."

Rachel shook her head. "It all depends on how you're feeling later on, so don't worry if we do end up having to go home. You more than proved yourself tonight, Charlie." she said with a quick peck to Quinn's lips, which left Quinn blushing. "Now lay your head on my lap."

After that kiss, all Quinn could do was nod dumbly and do as the brunette told her; she lay her head down on Rachel's lap with her face buried into the woman's stomach. Rachel immediately began to run her hand gently, and soothingly, through Quinn's hair.

Humm, she smells really, really good.

Like how I'd imagine a wood nymph would smell like.

After a while, the combination of having Rachel's fingers through her hair and her lovely smell quickly put Quinn to sleep.

Crisis adverted.

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A hard shake to her shoulder woke Quinn up.

The blonde shot up from where she lay along the back seat, dazed and confused, but ready to fight as her fists were balled and at the ready. Once her wits were gathered, she took notice of Puck from where he hung half way out of the rolled down privacy screen, an amused look on his face. Once he saw that she was coherent, the driver held up a powder blue dress shirt and a gray, argyle sweater vest in which he promptly tossed at her.

"Hurry up and put those on." he told her.

"Where did these come from?" Quinn asked, her voice a bit groggy from her nap as she held the sweater vest in her hand with a look of distaste.

"Rachel bought them a little while ago." he answered as Quinn began to take off her bloody dress shirt, not caring that Puck was right there. They'd seen the other naked so many time that they basically became immune.

"Where is she now?"

"She just went inside to buy you some aspirins for your supposed headache."

"Hey, I had to tell her something." Quinn said after fastening the last button on the dress shirt Rachel had bought before putting on the sweater vest.

"Bro," Puck laughed as he took in Quinn in her new clothes. "You look like a lesbian Mr. Rogers." Quinn frowned down at her outfit before flipping him off. He just laughed before returning his whole body back to the front. He began to roll up the partition screen once more, however Quinn stopped him before he could fully close it.

"Thanks for looking out for me today, Puck. It means a lot."

"Always," Puck said with a meaningful smile and a tip of his driver's hat before he rolled the privacy screen up fully.

Five minutes later, Rachel returned with a bottle of aspirins and a Lunchables.

"Oh good, you're awake," Rachel said as she slid into the car before handing over the Lunchables Quinn's eyes had immediately zeroed in on. "I got you this to eat before you took an aspirin. You need to eat something first." Quinn stared down at the Lunchables in her hand as if it were gold. She hadn't had one of these since she was a kid. She freaking loved these things!

"Sweet! You got the one with the Pizza." Quinn exclaimed in excitement.

Fuck yeah! Screw Charlie! Let's marry her right now. Rachel buys us Lunchables!

"You like that stuff?" Rachel said with a raised brow.

"Hell, yeah. I love these." Quinn said as she opened the card board box in order to begin construction on her cold, yet delicious pizza that tasted like cardboard; also inside was a cherry flavored Capri Sun and a Reese's cup. The perfect combo.

She was in heaven.

Rachel watched on in amusement as Quinn painted her pizza base with sauce from the packet before adding the shredded cheese and pepperoni, all that while looking like a mad scientist in total concentration.

"I'd offer you some, but your vegan." Quinn told Rachel. "But then again, I wouldn't want to." she added with a small smirk before taking a bite out of her pizza.

Rachel just laughed and said, "Hurry up and eat those so you can take the aspirin."

"You can't rush a Lunchables, Rach. You savor it and then finish it all off by drinking all of the Capri Sun in eight seconds flat."

Seven minutes later, Quinn finished all three mini pizzas before taking the useless aspirin Rachel held out for her along with her cherry Capri Sun. Though, when she went to eat her peanut butter cup, she paused and decided to be a good friend. She knocked on the privacy Screen and gave it to Puck, as it was his favorite candy.

"Thanks bro!" He exclaimed before raising the screen once more. Quinn beamed back with a satisfied sigh.

"That was nice." Rachel said with a hand to Quinn's thigh. Quinn shrugged. "How are you feeling now that you've eaten something?"

"Much better." the blonde answered, "However, I don't think it was the Lunchables that did it. Your lap served as an amazing pillow. Best sleep I've had in years." she said truthfully. There hadn't been any nightmares while she had laid on Rachel's lap. It had been refreshing.

Rachel blushed slightly. "I'm glad." she said, "Does this mean you're feeling up to continuing on to whatever you have planned?"

Quinn nodded. "Yeah. I really want you to see what I have in store for you. I think you'll really like it."

"I can't wait either. The first two were amazing I doubt this next surprise will disappoint."

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When the driver announced that they were ten minutes away from their destination, the third and final part of their anniversary, Charlie ever so gently tied a blindfold over her eyes to keep her from recognizing the area.

Of course, Rachel had verbally announced her displeasure over such actions, stating that it would ruin her hair. However, internally, she was giddy by what was happening. It meant that her soon to be husband really had gone all out for her in order to prove his previously questionable love for her.

During the last ten minutes that were spent in darkness, Rachel would impatiently ask if they were 'there yet' on multiple occasions, and with little time in between. The mystery behind it all had her conjuring up numerous possibilities in her over active imagination as she attempted to control the giddiness that steadily built within her.

When the car finally stopped, in a time that definitely felt like more than ten minutes, Charlie helped her from the car, making sure to grab Rachel's big ass purse before closing the door. The first thing she noticed upon stepping foot outside was the smell of the ocean and the cool breeze it gave off.

"Are we at the beach?" Rachel asked with a raised brow that barely peaked out from behind the blindfold. Visions of her and Charlie dinning on the beach entered her mind.

"No, but you're close." He told her as he gently led the brunette to their destination, with Rachel taking careful steps the entire way, inadvertently displaying the trust that had been restored within her that day. If Charlie had attempted to do such a thing to her just yesterday, he would have had to forcefully pull her along as she would not have trusted him to not lead her off a cliff.

"Alright, you've got a few steps coming up here." Charlie told her softly as the hand that was on the small of her back guided her up said steps, which were wooden if the sound of her footsteps were anything to go by.

"Are we," Rachel trailed off as more possible ideas raced through her mind, "are we having dinner by the ocean? At some restaurant?"

Charlie let out a chuckle. "You'll see in a minute, Rach." he told her. "Just humor me for right now."

Though she gave a pout at his words, she did as he said and just followed his lead; all the way until he finally brought them to a halt where the sounds of soft, classical music could be heard playing in the background.

"Are you ready?" He asked her. Rachel gave an enthusiastic nod of her head in reply as she bit down on her bottom lip in anticipation. "I hope you like it." he told her with a hint of nervousness before finally freeing her of the blindfold.

The first thing that Rachel saw was an unsure Charlie standing before her. And in that moment, as his hair –now more loose after his nap– blew in the wind, she took in how beautiful he was. She hadn't noticed it before, but now she could see and it made her heart flutter at the revelation.

When he finally stepped aside, she immediately let out a gasp. During the time she had been blindfold, darkness had fell. It aided in the romantic atmosphere that was made by Charlie, who had set up a round table that was covered by a white cloth where a single candle rested on top. This, along with generously scattered rose petals, were all on the front deck of a moderately sized yacht.

Waiting beside the clothed table was a waiter who was dressed in a white, duck tailed tuxedo with black slacks and shining black shoes. He smiled a pleasant smile at her and Charlie as he awaited their command next to a bottle of wine in which was chilling in a small bucket of ice.

Rachel spun around and stared at Charlie with eyes of wonder. "You bought a yacht!" she exclaimed, causing him to let out a laugh.

"Not really; it's just a rental." he said with a shrug.

"It's still a yacht, though." Rachel said as she faced forward to take everything in once more.

The yacht wasn't the biggest she's seen, but it was definitely not small.

"Do you like it?" Charlie asked her.

"I love it!" Rachel declared as she spun around and hugged Charlie tight to show him just how much she did. "I can't believe you remembered how much I wanted to sail on one of these." She added as she pulled back to look into her fiancé's eyes. Her hands were around his neck while his were around her waist. As she continued to stare into his eyes, she couldn't help but think they seemed more vibrant than ever.

"I listen sometime," Charlie said lowly as he moved a lock of Rachel's hair behind her ear.

"Apparently," Rachel scoffed lightly, a smile on her lips as all day just proved that he really had been listening to her. "All this," she said with a gesture behind her, "it's really beautiful, Charlie. I don't know what to say. Really, I'm speechless. You've done so much today and I-" Rachel rambled on before Charlie shushed her with a single finger to her lips.

"Today has been all about you, Rachel. I wanted it to be almost as special as you are." He told her, causing Rachel to smile almost as shyly as she did when he first asked her out. "Now, what do you say about us sitting down and ordering our food before we take sail?"

Rachel's answer came in the form of a squeal as she gave another quick peck to Charlie's lips before shuffling over to sit at the table.

"Well, come on then. Let's get this show on the road!" Rachel beckoned him. With an amused shake of his head, Charlie followed after her.

As soon as he sat down, the waiter moved and began to do his job as he handed them both a small dinner menu that had very few choices; all of which were already cooked and waiting to be selected.

"What sounds good to you?" Charlie asked her as the waiter poured their wine.

"I think I'm going to go with the vegan lasagna with a small salad." the brunette mushed with slightly pursed lips. "What about you?"

"It's gonna be spaghetti for me."

"Excellent choices," the waiter said as he took their menus before leaving them and the yacht to go retrieve their dinner.

"Do you happen to know where the restroom is?" Rachel asked Charlie once the waiter was gone. "All this excitement is finally catching up with me." After informing Rachel that there was a bathroom in the bedroom that was below deck, the brunette left, trailing her fingertips up his arm and along the back of his neck as she went by him.

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Shivers ran through Quinn's body as the brunette's fingers trailed her body, causing the small of her hairs to stand. Rachel gave her a knowing smirk just before she disappeared in her quest for the bathroom.

Fuck.

If she didn't get into contact with Charlie now while Rachel was in the bathroom, she just knows she'll end up doing something that she soooo wants to do. The longer this went on, the harder it was becoming for Quinn to keep herself from falling.

Taking out her phone, she called her brother. However, just like the other times she's tried to get a hold of him, it went straight to voice mail.

"You know what, Charlie? You're a dickhead of a brother and a shitty ass fiancé! I'm not going to give one shit when Rachel leaves your disrespectful ass because she doesn't deserve any of this. Shit. She has got to be the best fucking woman you'll ever get, but you have me out here doing this to her. I'm no better than you, am I? I can't – I can't do this anymore. She has to know." Quinn hissed at her brother via his voice mail before mashing the red 'end call' button.

She missed the flip phone days when she could physically express her anger. Snapping her phone closed with a dignified clap always left her feeling better about herself.

"Fucking ass," Quinn grumbled.

So, are we telling her when she gets back?

We can't...at least not right now. You saw how happy she was. I don't want to ruin that for her. We'll play Charlie just for a little while longer until the right moment presents itself.

And when is that? 'Because I'm fucked for answers right now.

I don't even know. Quinn thought with a heavy sigh.

It was then that the waiter returned with their food before leaving once more, his job done for the rest of the night. Not too long after he left, Rachel returned just as they began to set sail with Puck, who apparently had many skills, acting as Captain of the ship.

The two ate their food as they both exchanged conversation, with Quinn getting to know Rachel better, learning things that even Jacob didn't know about the woman. At some point, the subject matter turned to Rachel's childhood memories. Rachel was just finishing her story about the time she had won the lead role of Annie in Annie for her elementary school play, when she asks Quinn's to tell her something about hers.

Turns out, Charlie never really revealed anything too personal about himself, which had been one of the reasons why he and Rachel had problems. Rachel told Charlie everything, while he gave her very little.

"I want to know my fiancé." Rachel said in anticipation. She wanted to know him now more than ever; especially after tonight. Upon taking notice of Quinn's hesitant look, Rachel's face softens in concern. "Was it not good? Is that why you never talk about it?"

"No, no. My childhood was fine. My parents gave me everything." Quinn said, speaking for her brother, who truly did seem to have everything growing up.

She, on the other hand, received only what was needed to keep appearances. If she really wanted something that was deemed fun, she would have to bribe Charlie into getting their father to believe that it was him that really wanted it, only to later give it to her after he became 'bored' with it.

"Tell me something, then. I want to know more about you."

Quinn looked off to the side as she held in another sign that wanted to escape before finally giving Rachel what she wanted. She told Rachel of her happiest memory, back when she had been Boy-Quinn. She and Charlie had gone fishing with their father one day during one of their monthly boy's trip. They had spent hours at the lake, hoping for fish that never came. That is, until Quinn began to feel her line pull.

"...only, when my sister reeled in what she thought was a big one, it turned out to be a rubber boot." Quinn reminisced with a small chuckle.

"You have a sister?" Rachel asked her with surprise on her face.

"Yes," Quinn answered with a raised brow.

"Since when?"

"Since birth. She's my twin."

Really, shouldn't she know this already.

"You never told me that!" A frown took on Quinn lips at her words.

"I haven't?"

"No, you haven't."

"Oh," was all that Quinn could say. "Well, I haven't seen her in years – just over the phone – so I don't really like talking about her, I guess."

Yeah, no. I highly doubt that. Charlie is embarrassed by us. Do you even think he would have bothered to invite us to his wedding before all this shit? With all his big wig friends there with mom and Russell?

"Why haven't you seen her in so long?" Rachel asked her, her curiosity piqued.

"Because...some years ago, she ran away to go find herself after she was almost killed." Quinn found herself saying. She suddenly felt like telling Rachel something she never wanted to talk about.

"What happened?" Rachel asked her face full of concern for a girl she unknowingly sat across from.

"When we were seventeen," Quinn began. ", she was really into underground fight clubs ever since her best friend introduced it to her. She was really good at it too; the best in her club. Everyone wanted to fight her so they could claim that they had been the one to defeat Quinn 'the Jaguar' Fabray."

"Quinn," Rachel spoke the blonde's name for the first time. Quinn's heart clenched, she loved how her mono-syllabic name fell from the brunette's lips. "That's her name?"

"Yes…and anyone who went into the pit with her only helped further her undefeated career." Quinn continued, "One day, this guy started talking crap about meee – me sister." Quinn saved herself with a slight cough. Thankfully, Rachel didn't notice her slip up as she was to engrossed in her story. "He would go around telling everyone that he could take her down and would teach her how to act like a proper woman.

"Fed up with his crap, Quinn decided to take his challenge and scheduled a fight the week after he started running his mouth. Well, when the night of the fight came around, the guy turned up with a knife he wanted to use in the fight." Rachel let out a soft gasp at this.

"My sister doesn't do knife fights. She uses her fists. It was the only thing that ever brought her the truth; the two things that would show them both who the better fighter was. You can't really determine that when there is a knife in play. When convinced him to get rid of it, she kicked his ass in the pit not even two minutes into the fight."

"Oh, I bet he didn't like that." Rachel said, enraptured by what Quinn was telling her. She never would have imagined that Charlie of all people would have a sibling with such a rough life. Rachel has met their parents a few times and they didn't seem like the type of people who would raise such a child.

Quinn must have been Quite the black sheep.

"Yeah, he hated it, you know; losing to her. It humiliated him so much that he called her out for a rematch almost a month later in order to save face within the underground. She refused his challenge; not only did she not want to humiliate him even further, be he kept calling for that knife fight he originally wanted, something she just wouldn't do. However, she eventually changed her mind when she found out that he had roughed up one of her ex-girlfriend's up when she wouldn't sleep with him."

A disgusted scowl took to Rachel's face upon hearing this. "I hope your sister took care of him." Rachel found herself saying, and she wasn't one for violence. Quinn gave Rachel a small, sad smile before taking a sip of her wine in order to prepare her mind for what was next.

"Unfortunately, no. She did not."

"Why not?" Rachel asked with a slight frown. Quinn took another sip of her wine before setting it back down on the table with a sigh.

"Three days before they were supposed to have the rematch, he and his friends jumped my sister and her friend as they were walking home from a party. It was five against two and they were all fighters; definitely not a fare fight. They were able to knock her best friend unconscious before they finished her off." Quinn relayed as the flashbacks from that night flashed through her mind as if it happened just yesterday.

She was so deep in her thoughts that she did notice that Rachel had a hand to her mouth in shock. She only became aware of it when the Broadway star let out a gasp whenever Quinn added:

"He gave her the knife fight she never wanted by stabbing her…four times." Quinn said with a humorless laugh. "Anyways, as soon as they ran off some homeless man, who had seen everything, came out of hiding and called for an ambulance from her phone. They took her to the hospital and right into surgery where they were barely able to save her. She was stable, but she was in need of a liver transplant. My mother wasn't a match. My father was, but he wasn't about to give up part of his liver for my sister, so that left me; her twin."

"You gave your sister part of your liver." Rachel filled in as she looked at Quinn as Charlie as if she were seeing her fiancé in a whole new light; a feeling that seemed to be encountering throughout that day.

"Yes," Quinn confirmed before she drained the rest of her wine.

"That—that's so amazing of you, Charlie." Rachel said in wonderment.

Quinn gave the other woman a weak smile as she refilled her wine glass. "She's my sister. It wasn't like I had a choice."

Rachel shook her head. "you'd be surprised by how unwilling some people can be with giving up parts of their bodies to save a family members life. You gave her a part of yourself while your father did not. I think that's really amazing." She said passionately. "And I bet she appreciates that."

"She does," Quinn answered after a few short beats in which were spent studying Rachel's face. "very much so." And she did, despite the fact that he held it over her head in order to get her to do stupid shit like; pretend to be him for his and his fiancé's anniversary.

After that, it became silent as Quinn recovered from the heavy topic. During the silence, she took notice of the music that was playing. The urge to dance with the brunette suddenly came over her. Not only did she wanted to feel Rachel in her arms for one more time before everything goes to shit upon her confession; she also wanted to halt any more potentially deep conversations.

It wasn't that she didn't want Rachel to know these things about her, because she found herself truly wanting to tell the woman her entire life story, she just couldn't do that when Rachel still thought she was Charlie. Though, she doubted Rachel would want anything to do with her after she found out.

"Would you like to dance?" Quinn finally asked Rachel, who rose an amused brow.

"Since when do you dance?"

"I've been practicing."

Rachel's eyebrow rose even more, becoming more skeptical. "Really?"

"Really." Quinn said with a laugh. "Dance with me and you'll see." She said after getting up to stand next to the sitting woman with a hand held out in invitation.

"Alright then," Rachel said as she slid her chair back before taking the blonde's hand. "let's see what you've got, Mr. Fabray."