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Here I was, in front of the wooden door trying to catch my breath because what I was about to do would change everything.

I slowly raised my hand and after a second of hesitation I knocked on the door.

"Coming!" I heard someone said from the inside and a few seconds later the door opened.

"Hello…" she said confused. "Rachel, right?" She had all the right to be confused, because it was the first time I knocked on that door and the first time I spoke to her.

"Yes. Hello Miss Fabray, I'm sorry for showing up here without warning, but I needed to speak with Quinn if it's possible."

"Oh darling, you don't have to worry. Come in please," she offered opening the door for me.

I took several steps into that mysterious house I had always imagined in my mind as a vampire castle or something like that. Of course that was long ago.

I entered the dining room with Judy at my back. I could notice that she was still surprised.

"I'm sorry if I sounded a bit rude when I opened the door, but you caught me out of guard. I think it's the first time we speak, am I right?"

"Yes, you are," I nodded.

"Maybe because you and Quinnie never got along very well?" Was I under interrogation? Get to talk with Quinn was supposed to be the easy part.

"Well, we didn't get along very well before, but now we are friends," and we kissed. Three times. There was an uncomfortable silence and I felt as if she could read my mind.

"I have something in the oven. She is in her room. Do you mind going by yourself?" I shook my head, "She is upstairs, third door at your right," she said offering me the kindest smile.

"Thank you Miss Fabray."

"Oh please, call me Judy," she offered before going back to the kitchen.

I approached the stairs and began moving slowly upstairs. When I reached the second floor I got the sensation an eternity had passed. Quinn had told me not to speak to her if she wasn't my choice and I had spent several days thinking about all the possibilities, but at the end, in all the scenarios that I had played in my mind, Quinn had always appeared in some kind of way, which leaded me to an overwhelming conclusion: it didn't matter what I chose, she would be in my life.

How long I had been standing in front of her bedroom's door?

I lifted my hand to knock, but I put it down again. It was more difficult than I had thought. I raised my hand again and without too much think I knocked.

"I told you I don't want cookies mom," a voice inside answered. The most perfect voice ever.

"It's Rachel," I said, maybe too low.

I was sure at least a couple of minutes passed before she opened the door, but there she was, in front of me like other times, dressed in light blue shorts and a dull yellow tank top.

"Hello," she said shocked.

"Hi," I answered. "I came to speak with you."

She opened the door for me and I crossed the line to her bedroom. Pink patterns covered the walls, and they conjoined perfectly with the light wooden furniture and the white sheets with floral motifs.

I absorbed every detail that was in that room. Books, but no TV. Dolls, but no bears. And to my surprise, there were photos everywhere. Some of Beth, some of Puck, others of Brittany and Santana, the Glee club, her mother, and a very special one I didn't know it existed. I walked towards the corkboard where the photo was. It was taken during our performance of 'I feel pretty/unpretty', but the photo said more than it was said when we were singing that song. It captured the moment when the song had ended and we had looked at each other.

Both of us looked sad, but she also seemed worried. Quinn's expression was usually hard to read, and that photo was no difference, but it seemed as if she had let her guard down for a second and the photo had captured her expression forever. She wasn't smiling, but she was looking at me with such devotion that it scared me. Her expression seemed confused and hesitant, as if her mind was debating what the appropriate reaction to that moment was.

It was a perfect photo.

"Brittany took it," Quinn clarified standing next to me and looking at the two of us on the wall. "She told me that although I seemed sad when I was singing, she saw that I was happier than ever." That made her roar with laughter. "Of course I ignored her comment and called her crazy. A few months later, at my birthday when I opened her present and saw the photo I went mad and insisted that she was wrong and that I hated you. I hurt her feelings, apparently because I wasn't able to see what she was seeing. Some months after that, I finally understood what she had meant and I recovered the photo from the drawer and put it on the corkboard." She stared at the photo as I kept looking at her. "She knew it before I did." She sounded disappointed.

"She is smarter than everybody gives her credit for, maybe in her own way, but there are lots of types of intelligence," I offered.

"Yes she is, but, tell me, what are you doing here? I didn't know you knew where I live." She moved away from me and sat on the bed. Well, time was up. It was time to say it.

"When you joined Glee club I secretly searched it," I confessed.

"Why?"

"Well, I needed to know everybody's addresses just in case there was an emergency, or Mr. Schue changed the songs for the competitions or some other unexpected event."

"I see. And why are you here?"

"Well, I thought that it was more appropriate to talk about this in a private place rather than at school."

"Talk about what. I thought you already made your decision. You haven't spoken to me in days and you still have that ring in your hand," she said pointing at my left hand.

"I've been thinking and I didn't want to rush my decision." I looked at my ring finger while speaking.

"So you haven't taken your decision yet?" she asked hopefully.

"I already took it and that's why I'm here." A shy smile appeared on her face, before disappearing again. I sat next her on the bed. "After a lot of thinking, after several sleepless nights, some singing and a couple of power point presentations, I took the hardest, but at the same time easiest decision of my life." Dramatic pause. "I choose you."

My gaze was fixed on her but she wasn't showing any emotion. I wasn't even sure if she was breathing. I wasn't breathing regularly myself and my chest was pounding wildly.

"Quinn?" I rested my hand on her thigh slowly. She looked up at me shocked.

"I'm not an easy person to deal with," she managed to say.

"Neither am I. I'm a diva, remember?" I said trying to make her smile.

"Are you sure about this? What about Finn?"

"I-I haven't told him yet, but I'm planning to speak with him when he gets his letter from The Actor's Studio.

"You have everything planned, don't you?" she said smiling at least.

"Yes, I had this conversation planned and I already thought about my conversation with Finn, but he needs to be admitted before I told him anything."

"Admitted?" she asked confused. "I don't think he's going to get in."

"I think he is. He keeps saying that he has a good feeling about it and I trust him," I assured her before adding, "I don't want him to think that he has nothing left. I don't want to hurt him more than it's necessary."

"Okay. I understand," she agreed

"Quinn, I'm risking a lot with this and I need to know that you are not going to hurt me, that this is real."

Without leaving my eyes, she smiled sweetly with watery eyes and caressed my cheek gently.

"Rachel, I will live every day to make you happy and be the person you deserve." It sounded so sincere that it made my heart ache.

"You already are that person, if not I wouldn't be standing here telling you that I'm going to change all my future plans for you." Well, that was big.

Her smile got wider and so did mine. I got closer to her and she rested her forehead against mine. We were just a few inches apart and I really wanted to kiss her, but during all my thinking and in some of the slides of my power point presentations, there was one clear message: I couldn't kiss her until I spoke with Finn.

Instead of giving in, I pressed a kiss on her cheek and hugged her. She understood my message perfectly, because her arms circle my waist and began drawing circles at my back.

I wanted this. I wanted it more than anything and that was why I chose her. Because when she hugged me I felt relieved, but at the same time I felt this strong and overwhelming feeling flooding every inch of my body and my mind. It was like a drug (a good one) which you cannot live without.

"I can't believe this is happening," she muttered against my neck as I felt her inhaling deeply.

"Me neither," I sighed breaking the embrace to look into her eyes. "It's strange, y'know."

"Yeah, if someone had told me a year ago that I would be here sitting in my bed with you and dying to kiss you, I would have probably punch them in the face and ordered a slushy attack on them."

"Things change. People change," I added. "I thought Finn was the love of my life, but it was because I was sure he was my only choice, that I couldn't aspire to anyone else."

"You can have whoever you want. As someone said to me one day, you're better than you know," she recalled my sentence smiling. I laughed softly.

"You are the one who can have anyone. I'm still amazed that the prettiest girl I've ever met chose me," I shot back.

She smiled gently and without any warning she connected our lips together. I was lost. I shut my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her closed lips against mine. I wanted to deepen the kiss, but I couldn't, at least not yet.

A knock on the door brought us to reality as we pulled apart quickly.

"Girls, I have cookies!" I heard Judy at the other side of the door.


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