Quinn went through the next week in a state of depression. Not only had she been betrayed by Rachel, but Rachel wasn't even trying to get her back. It was like she had just settled for having Gabrielle, which she knew was not true because Gabrielle kept shooting her glares during Cheerios practice and making her run extra laps.
Whenever she wasn't at school or Cheerios practice, she tried to throw herself into things so she would be too preoccupied to think about Rachel. She went swimming in her pool a lot. Though at first it would remind her of summer, if she swam for long enough she would become so exhausted that nothing filled her mind, just like she liked it.
Back when she was a freshman, she had used this trick to try to get rid of her thoughts about the other girls. It wasn't natural for her to want to kiss her roommate or her lab partner.
So she swam until she didn't think it anymore. The captain of the swim team at the time found her one day, and asked her to be on the team. That's how she ended up joining the swim team. Swimming had provided a distraction for her back then, and so it did again.
Brittany tried her best to cheer her up. She even got Kurt, Mercedes, and, surprisingly, Santana to help. Nothing they did worked. Quinn just kept on swimming.
It wasn't until Friday night that everything changed.
Quinn was trying her best to be happy and cheerful for the football game, since cheerleaders are not allowed to be anything but cheerful, no matter what's happened. She apparently wasn't convincing enough, because Coach Sylvester had already called her over and the game hadn't even started yet.
When the football players ran out on the field, she cheered like she was supposed to. That was, until she spotted a very short football player running in between a giant and a guy with a mohawk. She froze. Was that..?
The closer they got, the more she was convinced that it was Rachel. She had to be sure though.
She found Gabrielle. "Is that..?"
Gabrielle was staring in awe too. "Yeah."
"What's going on?" she questioned, more to herself than to Gabrielle.
"I don't know, but whatever it is, it's hot," Gabrielle replied, not once taking her eyes off Rachel.
Quinn nodded absentmindedly. She couldn't seem to look away either.
Rachel passed by them then. She shot them a dazzling smile and waved before continuing down the field.
"I would give anything to be able to rip that uniform off her after the game," Gabrielle stated as the two watched her run.
Quinn scrunched her face in disgust. It was then that she remembered she was talking to Rachel's ex-girlfriend. "No."
Gabrielle shrugged. "She's free game ever since you gave her up. And all because of glee club. I know she thinks it'll ruin her badass reputation, but I didn't know someone would actually break up with her because of it."
This was brand new information to Quinn. Rachel was in glee club? Was that where she had come from that day in the hall? Why hadn't Rachel just told her? Quinn had so many questions, but didn't get to ask them as Coach Sylvester yelled at them to quit yapping and get to work.
One minute left in the game and they were tied. One minute left in the game and Rachel hadn't even got to play. How was she supposed to impress Quinn if she didn't even get to play?
"Coach, I need to play," Rachel insisted, standing up.
Coach Beiste looked away from the game for a second to glance at the girl. "You joined the team seven days ago. Plus they'll just run right over you. Why would I put you out there?"
"Because I have been planning and executing pranks on a moment's notice without being caught by Sylvester for years. I think Puck and I can manage to come up with something that will win us the game," Rachel explained. "Right Puck?"
"Yeah, I got some ideas," Puck added. "Jewbro and I could kick some serious ass."
"The only reason I let you two on the team is because you threatened to call the AC something or another on me if I didn't," Coach Beiste admitted.
"We can do this, Coach. Just give us a chance." Rachel was determined. "There's a girl out there that I have to impress."
Beiste sighed. "Fine. But if you get yourself killed I won't feel sorry for you. And if you let the other team score I will personally kill you myself."
"Deal."
Quinn gaped. Rachel was going in. She hadn't actually expected Rachel to play; just to look extremely hot in her uniform. But there she was, running out onto the field with Puck, going in for Sam and some other guy.
"She's going to die, isn't she?" Quinn stated, talking to no one in particular.
"Of course not. She's going to win," Gabrielle replied confidently. "Just watch."
It took two plays. The first, Quinn almost had a heart attack as Rachel was tackled to the ground. She gripped onto Gabrielle, ignoring the shouts from Coach Sylvester and the fact that she was clinging to her rival for Rachel's affections.
The second, Puck did some trick before he threw it to Rachel, who effortlessly caught it and ran.
"She's going to do it," Quinn whispered as she watched Rachel sprint down the field.
"She is," Gabrielle whispered back. Truth was, she was just as scared as Quinn.
And she did make it.
But as Rachel was celebrating in the end zone, she was tackled by a huge guy from the opposing team who didn't take it very well that he was beaten by a puny girl. She hit the ground hard.
When Rachel didn't get up after ten seconds, Quinn took off down the field, running faster than Rachel had just seconds before.
Quinn reached her long before anyone else. She tore the helmet off Rachel's head, brushing the hair out of her face. "Rachel, are you okay?"
Rachel's eyes fluttered open and she smiled dazedly. "Are you an angel?"
Quinn smiled at being called an angel, but then realized Rachel might be seriously confused. "Do you really not remember me, Rachel?"
Rachel scrunched her face up in confusion. "You're not an angel?"
She laughed, because it was the only thing that kept her from crying. "I'm Quinn, remember? We fell in love over the summer?"
"So if we're in love you'll go on a date with me right? I did just win the football game, and I've heard from a reliable source that chicks dig football players," Rachel grinned, and it was then that Quinn knew she had been played.
She would've slapped her then and there if Rachel hadn't just been tackled to the ground after winning the football game. Instead she settled for pulling Rachel up and kissing her.
"You're impossible, Berry," she said when they broke apart for air.
"Is that a yes?"
"Yes."
After Rachel was cleared by the medics and praised by her coach, and Quinn was shouted at by Sue Sylvester for her little stunt with Rachel on the field, the two were free to go on their date. They chose Breadstix, because where else were you supposed to go on a Friday night in Lima?
Though not before Quinn snuck into the locker room and had a furious make out session with Rachel while she was still in her football uniform. Quinn had insisted on that when their kissing on the field was interrupted by everyone arriving.
"So," Rachel began as they sat down. "Is this already infinitely better than your date here with Sam?"
Quinn gave her a small smile. "We just got here."
"And your point is?"
She laughed quietly, and Rachel beamed. "But yes, it is. You've made me laugh which Sam wasn't able to do in the entire hour."
"Oh?" Rachel smirked. "I seem to remember you laughing very loudly."
"Does that mean you were eavesdropping?"
"It's not hard to eavesdrop when you're so loud," Rachel teased, and Quinn rolled her eyes.
"There's something we need to discuss, Rachel," Quinn said, dropping the playful tone they had been using.
"Like why you're suddenly giving me a second chance?" she guessed. "Because as much as I'd like to think it's because of my attractiveness in a football uniform, I don't think you're that sort of a person."
"You're right," Quinn agreed. "And I guess it's because Gabrielle accidentally told me what I think you and her were actually doing on that day."
Rachel sighed. "So you know?"
"That you're in glee club? Yes." Rachel hung her head at this. "I don't get why you keep it a secret. But what I really don't understand is why you're in glee club in the first place."
"Freshman year Schuester made me join it because he caught me and the others in the middle of a prank. All of us had to be in it for a year, but I liked it so I stayed. No one else knows, except, I guess, Gabby and the other members," Rachel explained. "And now you."
"Why didn't you just tell me?" Quinn asked. "It's not like I'd think any less of you."
"I know I just…" she sighed. "I've kept this a secret for so long and I guess it's second nature for me to defend it."
"So you would rather I think you had sex against the piano with Gabrielle instead of singing songs?"
Rachel weakly smiled. "Well when you put it that way…"
"Jewbro!"
"Quinn!"
They both froze, hearing the voices of their friends. The worst part about Breadstix being the only place to go was that you were bound to run into everyone you know.
"Finn, Blaine, pull up some tables," Puck ordered. "We gotta celebrate winning the football game and Rachel getting her girl back."
"You don't think you could just leave me to my date and we can celebrate later? Or tomorrow?" Rachel suggested.
"No way are you getting out of this," Santana smirked as she sat down between Brittany and Kurt at the newly constructed table.
"Quinn that was so cute the way you ran out on the field and kissed Rachel! It was like a movie!" Brittany gushed.
"Oh. Thanks, Brittany," Quinn grumbled, about as happy as Rachel at the moment about their date being interrupted.
"Even Santana said it was cute!"
Rachel and Quinn both turned to stare at Santana, each wearing an amused grin. "I did not!"
"Yes you did," Mercedes added.
"She did," Kurt agreed.
"Why am I friends with any of you?" Santana asked irritably.
"Because you love us," Brittany replied, hugging Santana around the middle. Santana's face went beet red faster than Rachel thought it possible, and she had embarrassed Santana quite a few times. But this wasn't embarrassment, so it was an entirely different story.
"Love you too, B," Santana murmured.
"Oh we know," Kurt commented.
"Shut it, lady face."
"I'm glad you're happy again, Quinn. I didn't like seeing you so sad," Brittany stated, not paying any attention to what the others said.
"Me either," Rachel agreed, and Quinn stared at her. She shrugged. "What? It's true."
Quinn shook her head. "Nothing. Just thinking about how I could possibly think you would do something like what I accused you of doing."
"I should've told you."
"Yeah. Next time do that so you won't have to be knocked to the ground by a gigantic football player to get my attention."
Rachel grinned. "Will do."
A/N: Honestly, you guys. What did you think Rachel was doing? Of course it was glee. Apparently one can't write a Glee story without mentioning glee club at least once.
Hope you liked this chapter. It's one of my favorites.
Next chapter will be up next week.
