Because you all make me so happy I decided on posting another chapter. I love hearing what you guys have to say about what's going on. It's what keeps me going, so I hope you enjoy this chapter :)
disclaimer: I do not own glee.
After the amazing performance Rachel put on she was sure that Santana and Quinn would stop harassing her with slushies and leave her at peace. She hadn't retaliated or told anybody about the incident so she was sure it was all going to be forgotten. Unfortunately for Rachel, her peace was still being disturbed.
It was finally Friday and Rachel was hiding out in the restroom getting cleaned up. This had been her fifth slushie facial this week. One for every day she had attended school, starting with her first day at McKinley. She was tired of it. She didn't want to have to rinse her hair out in the girl's restroom every day during lunch. She didn't want to have to change clothes and then answer to Ms. Pillsbury when she'd ask why she changed. Rachel was sure Ms. Pillsbury was starting to suspect something. She was always giving her these looks of sympathy, like if she knew what was going on. Still, Rachel continued to deny that such things as slushie facials were occurring to her.
On Wednesday Rachel had brought some extra clothes just in case. She thanked her gut because right after she split up with Kurt to go to their lockers, Rachel had been tossed a slushie. It had been a Cheerio that time. She had retrieved her "clean-up" kit from her locker and rushed to the restroom before Kurt had time to search for her. She was smart to put together a rather similar outfit to what she was wearing before she got slushied so nobody could tell she had gotten slushied, nobody but Kurt and Ms. Pillsbury. Kurt was a fashionista; he knew when Rachel had changed an article of clothing. But he never said anything because he knew she was trying to hide it. He was furious when he noticed Rachel had changed again on Thursday. Finally today, he had had the last straw.
Rachel didn't notice Kurt when she ran to the restroom to get cleaned up. No, she had completely missed his face of fury and agony. So while she was cleaning up her appearance, Kurt went in search of blood.
The boy stormed into the lunch room and headed straight towards the Cheerios table. There he spotted the Unholy Trinity—Quinn, Santana, and Brittany. He tried not to look furious but it was difficult when he knew his friend was by herself in the restroom cleaning up a mess that was not hers to clean up.
He walked up to the main bitch of the group and tapped her on the shoulder. The pretty blonde turned around and spotted him standing there with a blank expression.
"Yes, Kurt?" Quinn raised an eyebrow. She and Kurt had never been a close pair, but they were acquaintances and spoke on many occasions.
"Can I speak with you for a second, Quinn," he said politely. He didn't want to alarm her and then have her drag along her Rottweiler also known as Santana.
Quinn was bemused but agreed to speak with him. She gracefully stood from her seat and followed him out of the lunch room. He needed to speak to her somewhere privately so he led her to an empty classroom.
"Ok, what do want to talk about?" Quinn asked as soon as Kurt shut the door.
Kurt bit his tongue. He wanted to do this calmly without any yelling. So he took a deep breath and turned to the blonde cheerleader.
"You need to stop this, Quinn," Kurt said sharply. It was obvious he was upset.
The blonde was taken aback but remained indifferent. She'd never seen Kurt so mad.
"What are you talking about?" she asked nonchalantly, looking at her nails. It angered Kurt even more to see the Cheerio acting as if she was bored. It infuriated him.
"You know what I'm talking about, Quinn. You're the one behind all of those slushie facials Rachel has been subjected to. It needs to stop," he demanded.
Quinn would be lying if she said she wasn't at least a little nervous. She'd never seen Kurt act this way. Confrontation was not his thing. It was definitely a first with him. He was usually very civil with her.
"Why do you care? Berry is just like everybody else. She's not special. I'm pretty sure a little ice won't kill her," the blonde answered coolly.
"Oh cut the tough girl act, Quinn," Kurt scoffed. "I know that you act like a hard ass at school but beneath that Cheerios uniform and your tough girl façade you're just a scared little girl. You think I don't see how insecure and miserable you are?"
"You don't know anything," Quinn seethed. Her eyes were welling up with tears. She didn't know if it was out of anger or because he had hit the nail right on the head. It stung to hear him say those words. She was almost embarrassed by how accurate he was, but his attitude towards her was really pissing her off.
"I know that you're miserable and you have all this hate build up inside. Believe me, I've been there before. I know what it means to be broken, but I've never acted out like you. I've never tortured anyone for a chance to feel better about myself. My advice to you? Stop it before somebody ends up seriously hurt, and I'm not talking about Rachel," Kurt ranted.
All he could think of was of the time when he was still in the closet and he was teased endlessly by his peers for being so feminine and flamboyant. He remembered being scared of telling his dad and getting rejected. It was a dark time and he was never going to forget it. Fortunately, it passed and everything was much better now.
Kurt really felt bad for the Quinn. He knew she was going through a tough time with her father leaving her and her mother but it wasn't an excuse for her to start slushing people all of a sudden, especially Rachel. He really like the brunette and he didn't want the girl to leave because Quinn was so insecure about herself that she had to have Rachel tortured so she could feel better. There were other ways. He knew eventually that the bullying would catch up to the blonde and it was going to hurt her in the end.
He noticed Quinn had unshed tears in her eyes and she was giving him possibly the dirtiest look he'd ever received from her. It was a bit scary but he wasn't standing down.
"You have no idea what you're talking about," Quinn whispered. She was still in denial about everything Kurt had said, even though it was true―all of it. She was insecure and miserable and jealous. And she hated that Rachel was so beautiful and kind and talented. She was everything Quinn wasn't.
"I can see the cracks, Quinn. There's no denying it. Accept it and deal with it, but leave Rachel alone."
And with that Kurt turned and left the room, leaving the blonde by herself to shed her tears of anger and guilt.
XxX
After storming out of the classroom, Kurt marched down the empty hallway towards the restroom he knew was currently occupied by a certain tiny brunette. When he made it to the restroom he was surprised to find the door unlocked. He walked in and found it empty. Where is she?
Kurt hurried back to the lunch room where he figured Rachel was and marched right up to the glee table. There sat Rachel with Puck sitting next to her. He was slightly relieved to see her smiling and laughing with the rest of the group. But a part of him wondered if she truly was happy or if she was just acting, because Kurt had learned pretty quickly that Rachel Berry was a superb actress.
"Hey guys," Kurt greeted as he walked up to the table. Rachel's head immediately snapped in his direction, a big smile overtaking her beautiful face.
"Kurt! Where have you been?" she smiled cheerfully. Almost instantly Rachel nudged Puck to move over a little so they could make room for Kurt. Rachel patted the seat next to her and called Kurt to sit. How could Kurt refuse?
When Kurt finally made himself comfortable at the table, Rachel leaned into him and wrapped her arms around his waist. Rachel Berry was one hell of a cuddler. Kurt in return wrapped his arm around the tiny girl and let her rest her head on his shoulder.
"Where'd you go?" Rachel whispered. The rest of the group was having their own conversation so they weren't paying attention to the two cuddle buddies.
"I went to go talk to Mr. Schue about something," he answered, successfully avoiding Rachel's innocent gaze.
"Oh, like what?" she asked happily.
"Song selections," he lied. "I was thinking maybe we could do something from Wicked now that we have you on our team," he smiled down at the brunette. Rachel squealed.
"Oh my god, that would be amazing. I know all of the songs from Wicked. I saw the show like a million times. I even know all of Elphaba's lines," she said proudly.
Kurt laughed. With Rachel going on about Wicked he almost missed a certain blonde cheerleader walk into the cafeteria with red-rimmed eyes. The two made eye contact but then Quinn's eyes were quickly averted to Rachel who was explaining the synopsis of Wicked to the rest of the group. Kurt saw guilt in her eyes. A small smile pulled at his lips.
XxX
Emma Pillsbury always thought herself to be a good educator. She helped her students do the best they could in school and would do as much as she could to help them graduate. She counseled them when they needed someone to talk to and would even give out personal advice. She loved helping out her kids. But sometimes it became difficult. Sometimes there were situations in which she didn't know how to help. Rachel Berry was one of those situations.
For the entire first week of school Rachel had shown up to school in the morning in a completely different outfit then what she would wear to fifth period. On Monday and Tuesday it had been obvious, but on the following days she had tried to hide the fact that she was wearing something different. Emma knew clothing. She wasn't a fashionista per say but she knew the difference between different colors and fabrics. She didn't fool her.
So when Rachel walked into Emma's office to fulfill her duties as teacher's aide, Emma wasn't surprised to find her wearing a very similar outfit to the one she had been wearing in the morning. The black of her shirt was just a bit darker than the one she wore in the morning and her skirt had a different texture. There was something definitely going on.
"Rachel, is there a reason why you've been wearing two different outfits each day for the past week?" Emma blurted out. She couldn't take it anymore. She had to ask.
Rachel froze. Ms. Pillsbury had only questioned her one time and that had been on her very first day of school. She was completely stunned by Ms. Pillsbury's question.
"Oh… that… um… well," Rachel fumbled. What was she supposed to say? She had been caught. Rachel had been positive that nobody had noticed her outfit changes the past three days.
"You see Ms. Pillsbury, I'm a bit of a clutz and so I've always been accustomed to changing clothes several times of day because I'm always spilling something on myself and I like to stay clean," Rachel answered pathetically.
Emma tried not to laugh. She knew Rachel Berry was a good actress but even actresses had off days because Rachel's reasoning was completely ridiculous.
"Oh, ok," Emma let it go. She knew she wasn't going to get anything from Rachel. She didn't want to harass her and then make things awkward for them so she was just going to have to make some phone calls.
XxX
Glee club was the best part of Rachel's day. She got to sing and dance and have lots of fun with her fellow glee club members. She never had to worry about being slushied in there even though her two biggest tormenters were in the same room as her. Usually the two cheerleaders would ignore her, but for some reason, Santana was being a bit mouthy today.
"God, just stop it manhands. Your screeching is hurting my ears," Santana complained. Rachel had been singing "My Favorite Things" from the Sound of Music and everyone in the glee club was enjoying it so far until Santana interrupted. It made Rachel angry. She didn't like it when people interrupted her during a performance. It might not have been a formal one but it was a performance none-the-less.
"That's incredibly rude, Santana," Rachel retorted. She was trying not to lose her temper but she just couldn't take it anymore. There was only so much bullying she could take.
Quinn noticed how irritated Rachel was. She was practically fuming. She could tell the girl was trying her hardest not to burst. It wasn't like her. She had only known the tiny brunette for five days but from what she gathered, she wasn't one to get upset, even when she's constantly getting a slushie thrown in her face.
"Stop it, San," Quinn whispered to Santana. The Latina raised an eyebrow. "What did you say?" she asked loudly. Everyone turned to look at them, including Rachel.
"I said stop it," Quinn said sternly. "Just leave her alone."
Santana narrowed her eyes at her while everyone else's widened in shock.
Quinn had kept to herself since Kurt confronted her during lunch. She hardly spoke to any of the other girls for the rest of the lunch period and was completely silent during fifth. She had been really affected by the things Kurt had said. It made her think that maybe it was a good idea to stop torturing Rachel. All she was doing was pushing her insecurities aside. What she really needed to do was confront them and the only way she was going to be able to do that was if she wasn't sabotaging Rachel. She didn't need to be friends with the girl if she didn't want to; she just had to leave her alone.
"Oh, so you're defending her now?" the Latina scoffed. Quinn glared at her. She was really getting tired of this.
"No, I'm just tired of hearing you bitch all the time," Quinn retorted.
"Girls!" Mr. Schue warned. He was trying to get their attention but they were treating him as if he was invisible.
There were whispers all around the room. They had seen the two cheerleaders argue before but not like this. Both girls looked extremely pissed off. The glee club members wondered why they were so angry, especially Rachel. She never expected the pretty blonde to defend her, although Quinn didn't really own up to it, she could tell the cheerleader really did mean to come to Rachel's defense. It made the tiny brunette's heart swell. A small smile tugged on her lips.
"Listen blondie, I don't know what the hell is up with you but you totes don't talk to me that way," Santana growled.
Quinn huffed. "I can talk to you however I want. Now shut up and let the midget continue before I make you run extra suicides on Monday."
Santana glared at the head captain before backing away slowly and standing up from her seat. "Fuck you, Fabray. I'm out," she scoffed before walking out of the room. Brittany felt bad for her girlfriend and gave Quinn a frown before running after the Latina.
"Santana, Brittany!" Mr. Schue called. School wasn't over yet, he couldn't just let his students walk out of class.
"Let them go Mr. Schue. Santana was being a total bitch to Rachel," Puck insisted. He was glad Quinn had said something because Santana was really starting to piss him off with the 'dwarf' and 'hobbit' comments. He knew Quinn didn't like Rachel but at least she never called her out like Santana did.
Will sighed. "Ok, we only have ten minutes left of class anyway. Rachel you may continue."
Rachel nodded but couldn't keep her eyes off Quinn as she continued to sing. Quinn's eyes were shining with tears. There was something definitely wrong. The blonde looked so sad. It really bothered Rachel to see the girl like that. It actually made her chest ache. She was so distracted watching Quinn that she messed up the end of the song. She never messed up; but the New Directions didn't know that.
When the bell rang Quinn hopped out of her chair and stormed out of the room with a very worried Sam chasing after her. Rachel felt like following them but she knew it was best if she didn't. It wasn't like Quinn would talk to her anyway. They weren't friends.
XxX
"Quinn!" Sam yelled out. He was running after his girlfriend who had fled glee club as soon as the bell rang. He didn't know where she was headed but the Cheerios didn't have practice on Fridays and Santana had been her ride to school. It worried Sam how distant Quinn had become. Who knew a relationship could go to hell in four days? There was something going on in Quinn's life that she wasn't telling him about. Sam was completely clueless as to what was happening to Quinn. He just hoped Quinn wouldn't let it ruin their relationship.
He ran and ran until he finally lost sight of her. She was really fast. He was actually quite disappointed with himself. He was the star quarterback―he was supposed to be in great shape. How could he let his girlfriend outrun him? Damn those Cool Ranch Doritos.
He didn't want to give up searching for Quinn but he had football practice and if he didn't show up on time Coach Beiste was going to make him do a hundred sit ups for each minute that he's late. He let out a sigh and turned around to run towards the boy's locker room. He was going to have to call her up tonight and find out what the hell was going on.
XxX
Rachel was really concerned about Quinn. In the back of her mind she knew she shouldn't have been so worried, but she couldn't help it. The girl looked so distraught when she ran out of the room crying. As horrible as Quinn had acted towards her in the past five days, she couldn't let resentment get in the way of helping someone out—especially a fellow glee club member.
The tiny brunette was completely zoned out thinking of the blonde cheerleader as Kurt escorted her to her car. They had stayed back in the choir room for a couple of minutes talking to Mr. Schue about upcoming glee club assignments so there weren't many students lingering in the parking lot as usual. It was Friday after all and everybody was rushing to get home.
"Kurt, do you think Quinn's going to be ok? I find myself worrying about her. She seemed so upset in glee club, not to mention she actually came to my defense when Santana rudely interrupted me," Rachel looked at her dear friend.
Kurt looked indifferent. "I don't know. Her and Santana fight all the time," he told her. But he knew why Quinn was so upset. It seemed his confrontation with her had actually affected her somehow. He didn't regret it, but he did wish Rachel would forget about it. He didn't want her to find out he had confronted the blonde during lunch. It might have been for Rachel's benefit, but knowing Rachel, she would be upset with him for doing such a thing. Rachel was a very smart girl, but sometimes she could be really stupid.
"Yes, I am aware of that. Noah mentioned to me that they have fought before in the past, but this time Quinn genuinely looked hurt. She's hurting, Kurt. I know you're going to kill me for even thinking this, but I think we should reach out to her," Rachel said with the saddest brown eyes Kurt had ever seen.
"Are you serious, Rachel? The girl had you slushied more than once and you want to help her? No, I'm not going to let you make a fool out of yourself. Quinn has Sam. If she needs a shoulder to cry on then she can go to him."
Rachel let out a frustrated sigh. She was a little annoyed with Kurt. The way he had spoken to her was out of line. As much as she loved having him around and talking to him, she didn't answer to nobody but herself. If she wanted to reach out to Quinn, then she was going to do so.
Once Rachel was safely inside her car Kurt headed back towards the school. Football practice was going to be short so he was mildy excited for it to end.
As soon as Rachel was out of the parking lot she grabbed her phone and dialed Blaine. She hoped he wasn't busy.
"Hey you! How was school?" Blaine answered. His enthusiasm had Rachel smiling. It was so nice to hear her best friend's voice.
"It wasn't so great. I need your help with something," she told him.
"What's wrong, Rach?" Blaine asked worriedly. The entire week she had spoken so enthusiastically about school, this was the first time she sounded dull.
"Remember the girl I told you about, the one who ordered the cheerleaders to slushie me?" she inquired.
"You mean the pretty blonde?" Blaine recalled. "Yes," Rachel answered immediately.
"Yeah, what about her? Did she do something to you again? If she did, you have to say something to your dad, Rach."
"No she didn't," the brunette lied. She hadn't told Blaine about the rest of the slushies. She thought it was better if she didn't mention it. "She was crying today in glee and I'm really worried. Is it wrong for me to feel that way?" Rachel asked hesitantly. She knew how Kurt felt about it, but Blaine was her best friend and knew her better.
Blaine sighed. "Rach, you are the most compassionate person I know, you worry about everyone. But sometimes you should just let people handle their own problems. I'm sure she has friends she can talk to about whatever is bothering her."
Rachel shook her head as if he could see her. "But you didn't see her, B. She has these beautiful, intense hazel eyes, but today they were so dull. It made my heart hurt seeing her like that."
Blaine let out a dry laugh. "Of course you would feel heartbroken over seeing one of your tormentors hurt."
"I'm sorry! It's just this girl… there's something about her that makes me care. Maybe it's because deep down inside, I know she doesn't really bully me to be mean, but because she's hurting. I got a glimpse of that today. She actually defended me when her crass friend rudely interrupted my singing. She defended me, Blaine! Somebody who despises you doesn't defend you, especially not to the point where they get into a fight with their best friend." Rachel rambled.
Blaine rubbed the back of his neck. "You have no idea how badly I want to be there with you so I can smack some sense into that big thick skull of yours."
A small smile tugged on Rachel's lips. "I know this sounds stupid," she said softly. "But something's telling me that I need to reach out to her. If she rejects my help, then I won't insist. But I just have totalk to her."
"What exactly is telling you to reach out to her? Your gut? Because if that's the case then maybe you're just hungry," Blaine replied.
"No, it's not my stomach," Rachel argued.
"Then what is it? What's telling you to reach out to her?" he demanded.
"My heart," she whispered. Rachel felt something in her chest every time she thought of Quinn. It wasn't a coincidence.
Blaine's resolve completely crumbled. "Fine, but promise me you'll tell me if this girl does something to hurt you."
"I promise," Rachel agreed.
"Good, cause if she does something to you I'll go down there and kick some ass," Blaine announced proudly.
Rachel giggled. "Quinn's a girl. You can't hit girls, Blaine."
"I was metaphorically speaking, of course―but I will give her a stern talking to. Nobody messes with Rachel Barbra Berry."
Rachel laughed. It was so nice to have the support of her best friend even though he was miles away.
"Ok, well I'll call you when I get home because I'm driving and if I get a ticket for talking on the phone then daddy will take away my cars," Rachel told Blaine.
"No problem, Rach. Talk to you soon, miss you," Blaine responded before ending the conversation. Rachel put her phone down and concentrated on the drive. She had only a couple of more blocks to go before getting home.
When she approached a red light, she spotted someone walking on the sidewalk. It was the person who just couldn't get off her mind. Quinn Fabray. What is she doing walking home? Doesn't she have a car? Rachel asked herself. She heard a car honk behind her and noticed the light had turned green. Almost immediately she turned on her emergency lights and merged to the right side of the street. She pulled her windows down and drove up slowly next to the sidewalk where Quinn was walking.
"Quinn?" Rachel called out.
The blonde was suddenly aware that there was a car driving slowly next to her. When she heard her name being called out, her heart started racing.
"Quinn it's me, Rachel," the voice called out again. Her heart was now hammering in her chest.
Quinn turned slightly and spotted a tiny black mini cooper moving slowly beside her. She glanced inside and found Rachel looking at her from the inside. Quinn took a deep breath.
"What do you want, Berry," she grumbled. She kept her eyes up front, making sure she didn't trip or anything because that would be incredibly embarrassing—especially with Rachel there.
"I was wondering if you wanted a ride. I'm assuming Santana was your ride home and she left without you. It's kind of my fault you two fought," Rachel offered.
"It's not your fault, and no, I don't want a ride," Quinn huffed.
Rachel couldn't leave without her. She didn't feel right going home and leaving Quinn on her own.
"I can't let you walk home alone, Quinn. It's not safe," Rachel told her.
Rachel's thoughtfulness made Quinn's stomach tingle, but it didn't imply she was going to accept the girl's offer. She already felt so many emotions towards her; she didn't need to add grateful to that list.
"It's Lima, Berry. This isn't exactly New York City. I won't get mugged," Quinn turned to glare. When she saw Rachel's big brown eyes, she stumbled. Her face flushed red. Oh my god, how embarrassing.
"I know it's unlikely you'll get mugged but I'd still feel more comfortable if I gave you a lift home," Rachel insisted. She really wanted to get the girl in her car, maybe then she could talk to her about what happened today in glee.
"Berry, I said no," Quinn growled. Couldn't she see that she didn't want a ride? Quinn didn't want to be near the tiny brunette, not right now. She still had a lot of things to think about. Rachel was just making it harder for Quinn to think. She was so distracting.
Rachel's jaw clenched. This girl is so stubborn! She thought. "Fine, but I'm going to follow you to insure you make it home safe."
Quinn wanted to scream. Why does she have to be so damn nice! It was confusing to Quinn. How could a girl who she tormented be so nice towards her? Didn't she have any sense of self-preservation? It almost upset her how vulnerable Rachel was. She was so conflicting; she was stubborn yet vulnerable at the same time. She was insisting on Quinn getting in her car when she very well knew Quinn could hurt her, maybe not physically because she could never hit her, but emotionally. Rachel Berry was such an enigma.
"Fine!" Quinn exclaimed, "I'll get in the damn car." Rachel was a bit surprised by the small fit Quinn had thrown but she was happy she had decided to let her take her home.
The brunette stopped the car and allowed Quinn to get in. She threw her back pack into the back seat and strapped herself in.
When Quinn turned to Rachel, the girl had a big smile on her face. It was the exact same smile she had given her on the first day of school―the exact same one. A small smile tugged on Quinn's lips but she had to force herself not to smile. She was not going to give in so easily. She couldn't.
The car ride was pretty quiet until they reached an intersection and Quinn ordered Rachel to turn left. Rachel's house was in the opposite direction. Quinn pointed out in the distance the gated entrance to the small block of houses where she lived.
"Oh you live in Lima Heights? Your home must be amazing," Rachel smiled. Quinn just looked at the girl with bemusement. How in the hell can she be so nonchalant?
When they arrived at the gate, Quinn grabbed the door handle. "Alright, I'll get out here," she mumbled.
"No!" Rachel called out, reaching out to touch her arm. The brunette's light touch made Quinn's body quiver. "I'd very much like to drop you off in front of your house."
Quinn's heart started racing again. "Why?" she retorted. Rachel hesitantly removed her hand from the blonde's arm. She had felt something very strange.
"You can seriously fall and injure yourself on the way there. If I dropped you off in the front, I can make sure you make it inside unscathed." It was probably the dumbest excuse but it was an excuse none-the-less. She just wanted more time with her.
Quinn looked into Rachel's chocolate brown eyes and saw the sincerity in them. She unconsciously bit her lip and nodded. "Ok."
Rachel's smile grew and she asked for the security code to the gate. Once she entered it the big black gates opened and Rachel drove inside.
"Wow, these houses are beautiful," Rachel stated. They didn't compare to her father's house but they were still gorgeous. Anybody would be lucky to live in those homes.
"Thanks," Quinn mumbled, "my house is at the end of the cul-de-sac." Rachel nodded.
As they drove down the street, Quinn looked to see if Santana or Brittany were outside. She didn't see any sign of them and was relieved. She didn't know how she could explain this to them.
"Is that it?" Rachel pointed to the last house on the street. It was also the biggest.
"Yeah," Quinn answered.
As soon as Rachel pulled up to the giant home, Quinn opened the door and stepped out. She just couldn't be in the car with Rachel anymore.
"Wait, Quinn!" Rachel called out before Quinn was out of hearing distance. The blonde wanted to ignore her, but something was telling her to go back. With a sigh, she turned around and walked back to the car.
"Yeah?" Quinn leaned into the car, her eyes instantly meeting Rachel's. Her stare was intense.
"I know we're not friends, and I know you don't like me very much, but if you need someone to talk to, you can talk to me. I may not know a lot about your life, but I'm a really good listener."
Quinn had no idea how to respond. She could have easily scoffed and told her she would never go to her in a million years, but she didn't. She couldn't say that to her. So she gave her the tiniest nod.
"And also, I want to apologize for causing you and Santana to fight," Rachel apologized. This time Quinn scoffed. "I already told you it wasn't your fault, Berry. I was just annoyed that she couldn't go five minutes without insulting somebody."
Rachel grinned. "Still, I'm sorry you got into an argument."
Quinn shrugged. "She'll get over it."
The brunette gave her a small smile. "So I guess I'll see you Monday?"
She nodded.
"Ok," Rachel spoke softly, gazing into Quinn's eyes.
"Ok," Quinn breathed, looking just as intently into Rachel's eyes as she was.
After a couple of seconds Quinn finally broke eye contact and stepped away from the car. Rachel gave her a small wave and drove away. Quinn took a deep breath, hoping to calm down her erratic heartbeat. What the hell am I going to do now?
The blonde shook her head and pushed all thoughts of Rachel to the back of her mind. She turned towards her house and made her way up the driveway. She opened the door and walked into the quiet, lonely house. She immediately went upstairs and changed out of her Cheerios uniform. She felt like taking a nice bath to relax so she slipped into her ensuite bathroom and drew herself a nice warm bath.
She pondered the day's events as she lounged in the tub. Her confrontation with Kurt had replayed itself in her mind over and over again. It terrified her to know that someone else knew exactly how she was feeling. How he knew that inside she was torturing herself over something that wasn't in her control. She hated it. She hated not having control. She hated that she felt these things and she couldn't push it away. She felt resentment and hate towards her father for leaving her with her alcoholic mother, she felt anger towards her mother for being so selfish, and she felt something really strong for Rachel. Something so strong that she couldn't control it and that's what scared her the most. That she couldn't control this feeling for the Rachel.
Once the water in the tub became lukewarm Quinn decided to step out. She made her way out to her bedroom and grabbed clothes to change into. It was a bit odd she hadn't received a text or call from Sam. She was sure football practice was already out. Maybe my phone's dead.
As soon as the blonde got dressed she searched for her cell phone. It was nowhere to be found.
"Where the hell is it?" she said aloud. She scanned her bedroom to see if anything was missing. Then it hit her.
"My backpack"
She had left her backpack in the back seat of Rachel's car. She had everything in there, her homework for the weekend and her cell phone. She had to get it back.
"Shit, shit, shit," she chanted. There was only one way she could get her stuff back. She had to make the trip down to the Berry Mansion and get her stuff back.
Quinn's face paled. She was going to have to see Rachel again. How was she going to approach her? She had hoped she didn't have to see her until Monday and now she was going to have to go over to her house.
You can do it, Fabray. All you have to do is ask for your back pack and that's it.
Quinn took a deep breath and grabbed her keys. She was going to Rachel Berry's house.
I might just post up another chapter before the end of the day, we'll have to see. It all depends on you! Thanks again! You all are awesome :D
