Title: Right Behind You
Rating: M for later chapters
Summary: Rachel Berry is trying to make a name for herself as an actress in Hollywood, but someone is trying to ruin her life and make sure that doesn't happen. A private investigator named Quinn Fabray somehow becomes involved in the whole thing and gets more than she bargained for. But will she be able to help Rachel?
Warnings: None for this chapter.
A/N: Hello everyone. I want you all to know that I'm incredibly sorry for taking so long to update. Life's been getting in the way and it's been really hard finding time to write.
Anyway, I hope that you enjoy this chapter!
"And maybe I won't get to call you mine forever. Maybe our time is running out. But I don't want to think of that right now. And I'm going to make the most out of every moment we have together." Rachel keeps her head turned away for the dramatic effect. She only looks forward when she hears someone speak.
"Thank you, Ms. Berry," the casting director says.
She holds back a frown when neither the casting director nor the dozen other people with him give away any indication of how her audition went. They just wordlessly jot down their notes without a second glance. There's a camera that's been recording her and she hopes her tape will be one of the few to make it to the director of the film.
"We'll be in touch," he adds, giving her the cue to leave the room.
She nods and smiles. "Thank you for your time." She turns and heads straight for the door.
Out in the hallway, Will and Kurt are waiting on her. "How did it go?" they both ask at the same time.
She sighs. "I think it was fine."
"What does that mean?" Will asks in his usual demeaning tone. "Did you forget a line? Were you rushing again?"
"No," Rachel says, frustrated. "It went fine, okay? I guess it's just the nerves." And it was true. She can feel her hands still shaking. Kurt frowns and wraps an arm around her shoulder sympathetically.
"I need more than that, Rachel. You know Sue is going to be riding my ass about getting a play-by-play," Will says impatiently.
"If she said it was fine, then she did fine, Will," Kurt snaps at him. "Can't you just chill out for once?"
Rachel subtly smiles at her best friend defending her. She would probably be going off on Schuester herself if she didn't feel so drained right now.
He huffs and is quiet for a moment as he thinks to himself. He then looks at Rachel and says, "I'm sorry. You've been working really hard lately, and I'm sure you did great."
She refrains from rolling her eyes. "Thanks, Will."
He nods. "Why don't we all just take a breather and I'll talk to you later this afternoon."
"Sounds great," Kurt says in relief.
"I could use a break," Rachel agrees.
Will continues staring at them hesitantly before turning to leave. He looks like he has no idea what to do with himself right now. "I guess I'll see you later."
When he disappears down the hallway, Rachel turns to Kurt and playfully says, "My hero."
Kurt chuckles. "I spend just as much time with him as you do. He's lucky I didn't punch him in the face. I swear, he would not shut up while you were in there."
She smiles at him. "Well, thank you for speaking up for me. I'm too exhausted to fight today."
"I bet," he says. "Hungry?"
"Starving," she answers. She doesn't like eating before auditions because one of her worst fears is throwing up on the spot in front of everyone. It's never happened, but one can never be too cautious.
"Let's go get some breakfast," Kurt says as he leads them down the hallway. He holds her purse up and says, "Your bag, my lady."
She takes it from him and starts digging around inside for her phone. When she finds it, she's disappointed to see nothing from Quinn.
"I take it that look of disdain is because you have no new messages from one Quinn Fabray?" Kurt says as he bumps her shoulder.
She pouts. "It's pathetic, isn't it?"
"She's probably just waiting to make sure you're done with the audition first," Kurt offers.
"I know," she whines as they step outside. "I just want to talk to her and be around her all the time."
"Uh oh." Kurt smirks as he puts on his sunglasses.
She narrows her eyes. "What?"
He pokes her. "It seems to me that Rachel Berry is in love."
Her face flushes red. She puts on her own sunglasses and clears her throat. "I think it's too soon to be assuming things like that, Kurt."
"Uh huh," he teases. He shakes his head at her. "Don't be afraid to admit it. When was the last time you even felt this way about someone?"
They walk to the car as she blows out a puff of air. "I honestly can't remember."
"Have you at least talked about where this is heading?"
She sighs. "We agreed to move forward when the time is right."
"You mean when all of this is through?" She nods in affirmation. "But kissing is still okay?" he says in amusement.
"I told you, it was just one kiss." She furrows her brow. "Or two… or three. But that's beside the point."
"The point is you're probably going to keep doing it, aren't you?" It's clear that he's enjoying teasing her.
"Yes!" Rachel exclaims. "If she ever decides to talk to me," she whimpers as she looks down at her phone again to see nothing.
Kurt laughs and opens the car door for her. "I'm sure she'll call later when she's not busy. Now let's get you something to eat before you explode."
The morning air is starting to warm up. Quinn feels a slight breeze as she leans against a wall. Feeling bored, she checks her watch with a sigh. Any minute now.
She left her phone in the car because she doesn't want any distractions right now. She's still fuming over last night's phone call and is determined to move forward with Rachel's case. She needs something. Anything.
The apartment door finally opens and Jacob Ben Israel steps outside. His back is turned to Quinn as he lifts his keys to lock the door, but she speaks before he has a chance to lock it. "Hello, Jacob."
He yelps and whirls around with wide eyes. He stammers before turning around to try and run away from her. But like last time, she's quicker than him and grabs him by the back of his jacket. "Don't even try it," she says as she yanks him and opens the door to shove him back into the apartment. She lets go of him and stands in front of the door with her arms crossed.
"What do you want?" he squeaks out.
"To talk," she answers innocently.
"I don't have any information to give you…"
"Bullshit." She steps closer. He backs away until he's against a wall. "You see, I can usually tell when people are lying to me. So we can do this the easy way or the hard way. I'm not leaving here until you give me something."
She moves to grab his arm, but he starts screaming before she even has a chance to make contact. "Okay! I'll talk!"
She smirks. "So you do have something?" Thank God for that, she thinks. She honestly didn't know whether he would know anything or not. She just thought she'd try scaring him to see if he did.
Jacob nods. He looks over her shoulder to make sure the door is completely closed. "Do you think you were followed?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure," she snaps, irritated. She was extra cautious on her way over to make sure she wasn't followed.
He walks past her and turns on his small TV, turning the volume up as loud as it will go. Quinn gives him a look. Really? "Just to be safe," he says and then lowers his voice. "Okay look, I got a phone call a few days ago. It was blocked, but I tried tracing it. I came up with nothing."
Quinn pauses. "A few days ago?"
Jacob nods. "They didn't sound familiar, but—"
"You think they were using a voice changer?" Quinn says.
His expression becomes puzzled. "Yeah… How did you know?"
Quinn smoothly deflects the question. "What did they say?"
"I've still been trying to find them, like I told you. And they said that they knew what I was up to and that they also knew I talked to you."
She sucks in a breath, but forces the feeling of dread from showing on her face. How could they have known? Unless she was being watched…
"They threatened me and told me to stop investigating. They said they have proof of me doing illegal things and would turn me in."
"What kind of illegal things?" she asks suspiciously.
"Hacking," he says hesitantly. "They knew that I was trying to hack into some email accounts."
"Whose accounts?"
"The people on that list I gave you," he says. "I think they were scared it would get me closer to finding them."
"How did they know what you were doing?" This isn't adding up.
"I don't know!" he exclaims.
Quinn shakes her head. Once again, she's getting nowhere. "And what did you say?"
"I said that I'd stop. I can't go to jail…"
She sighs. "Clearly you're getting close if they felt threatened by you," Quinn says.
Jacob thinks about it and nods. "I guess you're right."
"So you keep looking."
"But—"
"That's not a request. You're doing it," she barks. Maybe if Jacob keeps digging around, their person will become more and more nervous to the point where they could slip and give something away. She's counting on it.
"There's something else," Jacob says.
"What is it?"
"They didn't call until I started hacking into Finn Hudson's email."
She blinks. "Finn?" He nods. "Do you think he has something to do with this?"
"Absolutely," Jacob says. "I've never liked him."
She has to take this with a grain of salt. After all, Israel probably just holds resentment towards Finn for dating Rachel back in high school. But still, this doesn't help Finn's case.
"Alright," is all she says.
He frowns. "Alright?"
She turns to leave. "Just remember to do what I say. And don't keep anything from me again, or I will find out. You got it?"
He nods rapidly. "Got it."
"And stay away from Rachel," she says over her shoulder to remind him of her previous threat.
Rachel pouts as she checks her phone once more. She then tosses it into her bag as she walks alongside Kurt on the sidewalk. They stop in front of the building where Sue's office is located.
"Oh my God," her best friend groans as he rubs his temple. "Just talk to her. You're being such a girl right now."
"Am not," she says defensively. Truthfully, she's too nervous after last night to be the one to say something first. Kurt's right, she is such a girl. She's never been like this with someone before. So why now?
She blames Quinn.
"You know what, fine," she grumbles and takes her phone out once more.
Rachel: I think that the audition went okay.
She presses send before she can consider anything else, like adding 'I miss you' or 'Would you like to make out later?'
"Was that so hard?" Kurt asks with a smile.
She sighs. "No. I don't know what's wrong with me."
"I think you just like this one a lot. It happens."
She exhales. "I know." She glances around in an attempt to change the subject. "Where the hell is Schuester?"
Kurt groans. "Any moment spent without him shouldn't be taken for granted." He rolls his eyes when they see Will coming out of the entrance of the building. "And the moment is over."
"Hey," Will says as he approaches them. He has his phone in his hand and he frowns as he types away on it. Without glancing up at them, he says, "Sue said she'll let us know if she hears anything. And she hopes that you weren't sloppy."
"That's all she said?" Rachel asks.
"Surprisingly yes. I guess she was in a good mood today."
Rachel nods in agreement. "Anything else on the agenda for today?"
"We still need to find you a dress for this weekend," Kurt says. He has the same glint in his eye that he usually has whenever the topic of shopping comes up.
"This weekend?" Rachel squeaks. She had completely forgotten about the benefit that Will had gotten her an invitation to. She wasn't particularly thrilled about going, but a lot of big wigs in the industry would be attending and he thought it would be a good way for them to network.
"Right," Will says. "You both do that. I have some errands to run."
Kurt does a subtle fist pump and links his arm with Rachel's as he begins dragging her away. "Rodeo Drive, here I come."
A couple of hours later, after Rachel's tried on what seems like dozens of different dresses, she stalks out of the dressing room of one of the stores and pouts at Kurt. "I don't like the shoulders on this one."
"Hmm, they do seem a little puffy," Kurt says as he scratches his chin. "Try the black one on again."
"Kurt!" she stomps her foot. "We've already seen what I look like in that one. Now just help me pick one already!"
"You were the one that enlisted my help for this."
"Did not! You drug me out here."
He waves her off with a flick of the wrist. "Whatever. Go change out of that so we can go to the next store."
She sighs and trudges back to the dressing room. She should've known this would take all day. Not that she had any other real plans, but still.
It could always be worse, she tells herself, like spending the day with Will instead. And she really does need to find a dress, so it's best to get this out of the way now.
When she puts her normal clothes back on and starts hanging the dress back up, she hears a buzz coming from her purse. She drops the dress to the floor and snatches her bag up. She beams when she sees that Quinn finally replied to her.
Quinn: I'm sure you were amazing. Do you know when you're supposed to hear back?
Rachel takes a breath and begins typing her reply when two more messages come in.
Quinn: And I'm sorry it took me so long to respond. I've been busy today.
Quinn: I miss you by the way.
She grins like a dork to herself as she rereads that last one over. She's happy to know she's not the only one.
A knock at the door startles her. "Rachel? What's taking so long?" Kurt asks.
"Sorry!" she calls out and picks the dress up from the floor and scurries out of the small room. "I'll just put this back and then we can go," she says as she walks past him.
He watches her with a frown. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah," she says with a smile. She comes back and takes hold of his hand before marching out of the store. Once outside, she pulls her sunglasses down over her face, smile still intact.
"I take it you finally heard back from Quinn," Kurt says with a smirk.
"Mhmm!" Rachel hums as they walk to the next store, in a much better mood than she was before.
When they walk inside, one of the sales associates asks, "Can I help you find something?"
"No thanks. I think we can manage," Kurt tells the woman as he follows Rachel to one end of the store.
After six more dresses, Rachel finally finds one that she's more than pleased with as she looks over herself in the mirror. And she seems to have Kurt's approval too, if the way his eyes widen when she exits the dressing room is any indication.
"Wow," he says. "You look absolutely stunning. I'm actually a little jealous."
She chuckles and turns to look over her shoulder into the mirror. "I really like this one."
Kurt nods in agreement. "It'll go great with those Prada heels. And I'm thinking have your hair down, and swept over one shoulder, with a smoky eye look," he spews the words out at an alarming rate. "And you already have the clutch to match!" he gasps. "It's perfect!"
Rachel laughs. "I'll leave the hair and makeup to you."
Kurt smiles as he continues to stare at her. "It's too bad Quinn can't see you like this."
She looks back at him and clears her throat. "Well, Will did say the invitation was good for four people…"
"Rachel, are you serious?"
She shrugs. "It's just a thought."
"You want to bring Quinn to a public event as your date?"
"Not as my date exactly," Rachel says. "But what's the harm in having her accompany me just like you guys are?"
"The harm is Schuester will throw the biggest fit known to mankind," Kurt deadpans. "You know, the one where that vein pops out on his forehead?"
"He doesn't have to know," Rachel says.
"How can he not know when he's going to be there?"
"I mean just don't tell him until we arrive. You can make sure to have different cars pick us up, right?" Kurt nods skeptically. "And it's not like he can cause a scene while we're actually there. You know how he is about his image."
"True," Kurt says. "I don't know, Rachel. There's just too much that can go wrong with this."
"I know that," she says. "But maybe this can be one of those baby steps we were talking about, remember?"
"But this is a big step."
"No one is going to be concerned about who Quinn is if we go as a group," Rachel says. "Please, Kurt. Just have my back on this one?"
He rolls his eyes. "I have your back every time."
"And that's one of the many reasons why I love you."
"Fine. I'll arrange everything so Schuester won't know until we're there. And I'll make sure Quinn is on the list," he says. "But I can't promise you what Will's going to do after that."
"Thank you!" she squeals as she wraps her arms around his neck.
"Hang on," Kurt says as he pries her off. "This is all just assuming that Quinn will actually say yes to going."
Rachel frowns. She hadn't considered that. "Damn it."
Kurt nudges her playfully. "Relax. I think that girl would do just about anything you ask."
She blushes. "Maybe." She supposes she'll find out…
"Anyway, let's pay for this dress and get out of here," Kurt says.
Rachel nods, her mind still reeling over how she's going to ask Quinn.
Quinn stuffs her hands into her coat pockets as she carefully paces down the sidewalk. She's in the middle of downtown, where she's closely following Finn Hudson, who's been walking for some time now. She followed him in her car from his apartment all the way to a parking garage. He left his car there and she's been following him on foot for about five blocks now.
She makes sure to keep her distance, leaving about twenty feet in between them. He hasn't noticed her, the crowd of people also walking around them makes it easier for her to go unnoticed.
She's been tailing him all day, and the scowl hasn't left her face once. As soon as she left Jacob Ben Israel's apartment, she went straight to the tire shop Finn works at just to observe him. She was only there for twenty minutes before he stormed out of the place angrily and got in his truck and took off.
She spent hours outside of his apartment waiting for literally anything to happen. For someone to show up, or for him to go somewhere. But she finally got her wish when he left not long after it got dark.
That's how she ended up here. She has no idea where he's headed. But she's about to find out.
As they go further down the street and away from the heart of downtown, there's less people passing by. Then suddenly, as if sensing he's being followed, Finn stops and turns around. Quinn pauses for a moment, but then keeps walking as if she doesn't see him and is minding her own business.
"Quinn?" Finn says. "Quinn Fabray?"
She lifts an eyebrow and decides to buck up and walks right to him. "I'm surprised you remember my name," she says in a condescending tone that she can't control. She's pissed and she wants to get to the bottom of this. And the fact that he can recall her name with no issue is a big red flag to her. Maybe he's not as dull as he makes himself out to be.
His demeanor shifts to defensive and a scowl adorns his face. "Are you following me?" he asks.
She shrugs. "It's a nice night for a walk, don't you think?"
He doesn't bite. "Why are you following me?"
Quinn levels his glare. He knows why. "Where are you headed?"
"To a friend's."
"A friend?"
Finn crosses his arms and squares his shoulders. He's trying to intimidate her, she thinks to herself. "Is there something I can help you with?"
"You seem tense compared to the last time I saw you," Quinn says. "Is something going on?"
"Something like what?"
"You tell me."
He clenches his jaw. "Look, you already talked to me. I'm not the person that's trying to hurt Rachel. So can you just leave me alone?"
Quinn smirks at his slip-up. She knows Rachel never told him about the incidents and the actress also swore Tina to secrecy. "So you do know about what's going on."
Finn falters for a moment. He then seethes. "I don't have to talk to you about anything. And if you come to me again, or you keep following me, I'm going to the police."
"Fine." Quinn steps closer and peers up at him with malice laced in her voice. "But just know that I'm onto you."
He narrows his eyes. And without another word, turns and continues stalking down the sidewalk. Quinn briefly considers continuing to follow him for the night, but she knows that he can't be dumb enough to try something after their encounter. So with a sigh, she turns in the opposite direction.
When she gets to her car, her phone begins ringing in her pocket. She frowns and pulls it out to see Kurt calling. "Hello?" she answers.
"Since Rachel is being Rachel about this, I thought I'd save everyone the trouble and just ask you already," Kurt's voice rings from the other end. "So Quinn, would you—"
"Kurt, give me that phone!" Rachel can be heard shrieking. There's some rustling before the line goes silent. Quinn pulls it away from her ear in amusement.
When she gets inside her car, her phone goes off with a new message.
Rachel: Ignore Kurt. He's just trying to mess with me.
Another message comes in right after.
Rachel: Can I come over?
She smiles to herself. It looks like her night is going to get a whole lot better.
Quinn hastily shoves her key into her apartment door and pushes inside. "Britt, sorry that this is last minute but Rachel is—" She stops when she sees the brunette in question standing next to Brittany, smiling at her wryly. "Oh."
"Brittany let me in," Rachel says.
Quinn scratches the back of her neck. "Were you waiting long?"
"Not at all. I just got here."
"Good." Quinn nods and clears her throat.
Brittany crosses her arms as she looks back and forth between the two. "I'm still in the room, by the way."
"Sorry," Rachel says sheepishly while Quinn shakes her head in embarrassment. "I actually need to talk to Quinn about something."
"Britt, do you mind?" Quinn says with a pleading look to her roommate.
Brittany huffs. "I guess not. Can I borrow your car?"
Quinn frowns. "Um, sure."
She's a little startled when her keys are suddenly snatched out of her hand and Brittany is out the door and saying, "I'll be back later!"
Quinn jumps a little at the loud sound of the door slamming. Now that they're both alone, she shifts nervously. "So your audition went well?" She turns to take off her coat. She's not sure what's acceptable behavior between them now, so she decides to play it safe.
Rachel notices this and rolls her eyes while Quinn's back is turned. "I think it did."
Quinn smiles at her. "You can tell me more about it later if you want. You said you have to talk to me about something?"
Rachel takes a shaky breath. "Right."
"Kurt said you have something to ask me?"
She tries to hide her blush with a look of annoyance at the mention of Kurt. "Like I said, just ignore him."
Quinn frowns at the deflection of her question. She chooses to remain silent about it and turns to run a hand through her hair. She lets out a long sigh. She doesn't want to scare Rachel, but she needs to be up to date with her own case.
"What's wrong?" Rachel asks.
Quinn looks back up at her. "You should sit down," she says.
Whatever the blonde has to say, it's not good news. She shakes her head and steps closer. "Just tell me."
"So last night I got a phone call," Quinn says. "It was them," she says pointedly.
Rachel's heart drops. The questions are soon firing out. "They called you? What did they say? Did you find out who it is?"
Quinn shakes her head. "I couldn't tell who it was, Rach. They were using some kind of voice changer."
"Damn," Rachel mutters. "You couldn't trace the call?"
"No," Quinn says disappointedly. She brings a hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose in frustration.
"What did they say?" Rachel presses.
"They said that I need to walk away from the case or I'm going to regret becoming involved."
"What do they mean you're going to regret it?"
Quinn shrugs her shoulders. "I have no idea."
Rachel is quiet for a moment. She crosses her arms and softly says, "Quinn, I think that I should get someone else to take this case. Either another private investigator, or maybe the police will actually help me this time."
Quinn frowns. "You don't think I'm competent enough for this?"
"No!" Rachel says quickly. "Of course I don't think that. I just don't want anything bad to happen to you."
"And I don't want anything to happen to you."
Despite herself, a small smile forms on Rachel's face. She leans forward and firmly presses her lips against Quinn's for a fleeting moment.
Slightly dazed after the unexpected kiss, Quinn arches an eyebrow. "Is this your way of changing the subject?"
Rachel shakes her head and wraps her arms around Quinn's neck. "No. I just felt like doing it."
Her heart beating faster, Quinn pulls her in closer and stares down at her. "I'm not dropping your case."
"Will you at least consider it?"
"No."
"Quinn—"
It's Quinn's turn to interrupt Rachel. She leans forward for a more heated kiss than before and doesn't relent. She feels Rachel's hands flex against her shoulders before pulling her impossibly closer. Their lips continue moving together languidly.
Quinn releases a light whimper when she finds herself being pushed back towards the couch. Rachel pulls away just long enough to push her down onto it and straddle her before claiming her lips again.
As quickly as she can, Quinn reaches between them and rushes through the task of unbuttoning Rachel's coat. Distracted by the softest pair of lips she's ever felt, she fumbles with her hands during the task and lets out an irritated groan.
Rachel pushes herself up and finishes unbuttoning the annoying garment before shrugging it off her shoulders and letting it drop to the floor. Her breath hitches when she's suddenly lifted and gently laid on her back.
Quinn descends on her, picking up right where they left off. Rachel moans because Quinn's mouth is like magic on hers. She could do this forever.
She finds herself grabbing the hem of the blonde's shirt and breaking away from their kiss. "Are we doing this?" she asks breathlessly. Oh, how she wants to do this.
Quinn takes a moment to catch her breath as she finally processes the position she's in… on top of Rachel and ready to go at it like there's no tomorrow. She blushes and pushes herself up. "Sorry. I guess I got carried away."
Rachel takes that as a no and quickly sits up. "But I don't mind. I want to do this." She starts mentally berating herself for opening her big mouth in the first place and potentially ruining her chances of having some mind-blowing sex tonight.
"So do I," Quinn says as she scoots away. "But you don't think this is too fast?"
Rachel rolls her eyes. "You slept with a girl on the first date and now you're worried about going too fast?"
Quinn huffs. "That was different." She moves closer to Rachel and presses a gentle kiss against her cheek. "You're different. And I want to do things right for once."
Only Quinn can make her go from feeling like a cat in heat to a puddle of mush. Rachel smiles. "I'm different?"
"Well yeah," Quinn says. "I really like you."
Rachel smiles even wider. "I really like you too."
Quinn leans her face in close once again and whispers, "Good," then leaves one more soft kiss against her mouth. "And besides, I would like to go on at least one date with you before we go that far."
At the sudden reminder of why she even came here in the first place, Rachel inhales sharply. "Oh."
Quinn furrows her brow. "What's wrong?" She's instantly wondering if she said the wrong thing. Maybe going out on an actual date is completely off the table with Rachel's career.
"Nothing. I just remembered something." Rachel clears her throat nervously. "There's actually something I wanted to ask you."
"Okay?"
"I was—" she pauses to take a breath. "I was wondering if you would come with me to this thing that I have to attend."
Quinn smiles. "A thing?"
"Yes." Rachel's too nervous to even remember what exactly the thing is called. She just wants Quinn to say yes. "It's a benefit for cancer research. A lot of important people are going to be there and Will thought it would be a good chance to network." She's rambling now.
"And you want me to be your date?"
"Unofficial date," Rachel blurts before backtracking, "I mean, we're going to have our pictures taken a lot and obviously the press can't know about… us. But since we'll be there with Kurt and Will, I figured what's the harm?" She laughs nervously. "I wish I could be with you in public without having to worry about it. But this is the best I can do. For now."
Quinn leans back. "So you're asking me out on an unofficial date?"
"It's a date," Rachel says with a huff. "At least to you and me it will be."
"I see."
There still hasn't been a definitive answer from the blonde. Rachel feels herself panicking. "We can always go somewhere else afterwards. Just the two of us." She definitely has an idea or two about the things they can do alone. But she forces her mind out of the gutter because she needs Quinn to just say yes already.
A small smile forms on Quinn's face. "Okay."
Rachel couldn't fight her beam even if she tried. "Okay?"
"I'd love to. I know it's going to be hard for us to actually date. But I'll take what I can get."
"I want to do this right, too," Rachel says softly. "I guess this is a start."
Quinn leans in to kiss her, but there's a sudden pounding at the door that causes them both to jump.
"Quinn, I'm back! Are you guys done with your sweet lady kisses yet? I chugged a Big Gulp again and I need to pee!" Brittany yells from the other side. They both sigh.
"I should probably go," Rachel says sadly as she gets up.
Quinn follows and takes her hand. "I'll walk you out."
The camera lens quickly zooms in on the pair as they exit Quinn's apartment. Their hands immediately break apart before the picture is taken.
"Damn it," someone mutters. Looks like Rachel's finally learning.
Getting pictures tonight isn't exactly part of the plan. But they'll take whatever opportunity they come across. And besides, they weren't expecting to see Rachel when they followed Quinn to her apartment.
Wonder what they were talking about…
The two stop at Rachel's car. They exchange words briefly before embracing in a hug, a little too intimate to be seen as friendly. Rachel then gets in the car and drives away.
As they watch Quinn retreat back to her apartment, they feel their anger building up again with the meddling blonde. She's getting dangerously close to ruining everything, and she's clearly not taking their threat seriously. It's time to show her exactly how serious they are.
My move, Fabray.
A/N: I can't promise exactly when the next update will be, but know that I'm going to step it up from now on so you all won't have to wait so long again.
Be sure to let me know what you think of the chapter and thank you for reading!
