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Chapter 5 Part 1
Quinn
The bell rang and Glee club was over. It was our last practice before Nationals this Sunday. As we all talked excitedly amongst ourselves I sat in my chair watching Rachel. She was taking extra time packing her bag up because she was in deep conversation with Jesse St. hideous. God how I hated him, he was so sure of himself, so arrogant and he was finishing first. He had Rachel in the palm of his brainless hand. I resented him with all my being. She laughed at one of his dim jokes and blushed as he touched her neck making up an excuse that her necklace was skewed. I rolled my eyes at the futility of it all. But then thankfully Mr. Shue cut in asking about a song for Nationals and Jesse was forced to leave Rachel as he and left the room.
I took my chance and rushed off my chair and tapped her shoulder.
She turned to me in clear shock and it seemed like she had forgotten to speak because her mouth opened and closed several times but no words left it.
"Hi I said glancing over at my surroundings everyone had left the room except us.
"Quinn, hi." she said stumbling over her words. I knew I shouldn't have reveled in the apparent fact that I was making her nervous but I did. And it gave me some confidence.
"Rachel," I started and she looked like she was going to faint at the fact that I had called her by her first name.
"Rachel." I repeated but she actually did look like she was going to pass out and I saw her in slow motion falling over. I caught her before she hit the floor and although I had made her nervous at the start of this, touching her and being so close to her was sending shivers down my spine. She was extraordinarily light and catching her was no problem. My face was too close to hers for any of my senses to tell me what was going on, and her eyes were staring into mine. Every moment with her flashed through my mind and it was like her brain was doing the same to her. All that was needed was a small touch, of skin to skin. In that moment it was like we weren't Quinn and Rachel it was like we were different people. Different people who belonged together. It was like all I was going to tell her was unnecessary. I t was like she could read me without me saying any words.
It was like she knew.
I let go of her gently because her smell was doing things to me in all the wrong places and she thudded on the ground softly.
"I…I…I …" I started but she cut me off.
"Quinn…" she murmured her voice like a song to me. She reached her hand to touch my cheek and my body gave me away. At her touch my eyes closed instantly and my hand snaked its way up to rest on hers.
"Is this a dream?" she whispered finally. Her fear breaking my heart. I shook my head. She rose from the ground and my body straightened out to full height. She was about three inches shorter than me. Her hand was still on my cheek and her eyes were searching mine as thought she couldn't believe what was happening.
"Rachel…" I tried again but couldn't figure out how to say the words. I didn't need to. She took an even closer step to me. She tore her eyes away from mine and glanced at my lips. So she wanted it too. I wouldn't miss my chance.
I grabbed her head and pressed my lips against hers. I waited for a slap or a push or something but what I got was her responding and opening her mouth and what I got was her tongue against mine and her arms on my sides.
I moved my hands down to her neck, dragging my nails against her skin. She moaned in my mouth, her lips tasting like coffee and strawberries at the same time, I kissed her with everything I had and then I pulled back. Holding her face, those brown eyes melting my soul.
"I love you Rachel." I finally said quietly but firmly.
And then I walked out of the choir room.
Rachel
It had been three days since Quinn had confessed her feelings for me. Three days where I literally did not know what to do. So I called the only person I trusted on this matter. She was over in less than ten minutes. Over the last weeks she and I had been super close. She was almost nice to me now a hundred of the time, but I suspected that her relationship with Brittany was the main cause of this.
I heard the doorbell ring and I hopped off my bed. It was a Saturday morning and my Dads were both still asleep. I raced down the staircase to open the door. She stepped in grinning and pushing me joking in the shoulder.
"What's up my favorite hobbit?"
"I still haven't said anything to Quinn. And I'm afraid if I keep staying silent she might give up." I sighed. Santana dropped her bag into her usual spot, my dad's chair and sat down on the couch beside it.
"Hmm." she scratched her forehead. "Well we just need to figure out what to do then huh?"
I cheered and clapped my hands excitedly running into the kitchen. "The usual?" I called out
"Duh!" she yelled back
I grabbed a huge load of soda and a bag of chips before running back into the living room. "I'm really glad you came Santana, I don't think I could talk to anyone else about this.
"Hey no problem, I had nothing better to do at ten o'clock in morning." She replied but I knew it was because she was comfortable here.
She caught a soda I threw at her and proceeded to open it, before pausing and offering "Probably also because you're the only one who knows about my gayness."
I grinned at her before opening the bag of chips "I'm sure Brittany knows," I said shyly.
Santana blushed. Brittany was the only thing that could make her vulnerable.
"Oh shut up." she muttered as I laughed.
"You still owe me big time Santana; Girlfriend was totally my idea and song choice."
"Yeah, yeah." She mumbled taking a long sip. "Enough about me let's talk some Faberry!"
"Faberry?" I asked.
"You know… Fabray and Berry," she scoffed looking at me with a zealous look on her face.
"It's your mash up name midget!"
"Ohh….I see like Finchel or Puckleberry."
She laughed "Oh you love yourself berry don't you, personally Brittana sounds better but whatever. We're the hotter couple anyways."
"Excuse me?" I screeched as she chuckled around me.
"Quinn and I are definitely hotter!"
"Nope." she stated simply as she took another sip. "Definitely not." I laughed and grabbed a couch pillow. "Let's see who's so hot after I beat their Puerto Rican butt!" I shouted as I hit her in the face with a pillow spilling soda over her dress.
"Why you little dwarf!" she laughed trying to act mean. "Get over here!" she shouted as I squealed running into the dining room. She grabbed and pillow and chased me throughout the house not caring that there was orange soda down her dress. We laughed for ten more minutes until I gave up and fell on the floor of my room upstairs tired. She collapsed next to me.
"Damn you and your in shape berry I totally would have hit you more times if I could run as much."
"I doubt it" I laughed pulling chips out of my hair. "Was it necessary to dumb the bag of chips on my head?" I asked her merrily.
"Of course." she replied causally looking at her nails.
I grinned and looked up at my ceiling. But then thoughts of Quinn came up and I immediately felt terrible again.
"What am I going to do San? About Quinn." I asked sadly.
She looked at me from her side before doing something I never expected she would do.
She gripped my hand gently.
"You'll get her…promise."
A/N: AWWW Pezberry friendship. It was definitely the easiest thing in the world to write. Tell me what you think! Thanks!
