A/N: Ok, so after many days of hard working on lots of crap...I come out with this chapter! lol I hope that you will enjoy it and leave me awesome reviews like you all do :):):):):) I love you all for the many awesome reviews that I have recieved! Also to those who have private messaged me and let me know some stuff and helped me be a better writer! I owe you guys! :):)
So this chapter doesn't really have a lot of Faberry in it. It does have some at the end...but could it be what you think? Hmmm...there is however, tons of Pezberry and Brittanaberry...which is my name for the three of them lol I hope you enjoy this chapter and do not think it is crap. It isn't my best, so hopefully it is good enough for you all! :)
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THE LOPEZ RESIDENCE
My eyes slowly flutter open and the first thing i'm aware of is that I am certainly not in my bedroom. Or my house, for that matter. In fact...I distinctly remember this room being...oh my god. I'm in satan's room. Again. I huff out a breath and look around, only to notice a stuffed duck and a stuffed cat, sitting by my side. I clear my throat and look around once again. First thing I notice is that Santana is curled up in a chair, beside me. Odd. Very odd.
I move to get up but let out a whimper as I feel my ribs and neck protesting. I look down at my hand and notice that it is bandaged up. I sigh heavily and try to move my feet, which both seem to be working fine. I guess it is just my side and my arm.
"You have to rest, mija." I hear a voice say next to me, and my eyes snap to find Santana's. Her usually irritated eyes are softer then i've ever seen them and her face is contorted in sympathy. Something i'm not used to with her. "Try not to move too much, i'll get you a glass of water." With that she stands up and exits. My eyes widen slightly. Huh?
After a moment, I hear the door open, but instead of Santana walking in, it's Maribel. I look up at the woman and notice that her smile is slightly strained. She sits down on the bed next to me and runs a soothing hand down the side of my face. I sigh.
"How are you feeling, Querida?" She asks, looking at me with the same warmth that i've always known.
"I can't deny that i'm really sore." I say, letting out a small laugh. "How long have I been out?" I ask, afraid to know the answer. Maribel squirms slightly in her chair and that immediately makes me panic. She looks me in the eyes.
"You've been out for a week." My eyes widen dramatically. How is it that i've been out for a week and I have yet to heal? I don't understand. I usually heal within three to five hours. "I know you are probably wondering why you haven't healed yet, and I have an explanation for that." She answers and my eyebrows furrowed.
"What..."
"You somehow have silver in your blood." She says and I huff out a breath of disbelief. How did that stuff get in there? I know what silver feels like. That shit burns. How was I able to function, let alond shift when my blood contained that crap in it? "..and until that silver is fully out of your system, you will not heal as a werewolf does, you will remain in this painful state."
"How...how do I get it out?" I ask, tears building behind my eyes. I realize that my body is in pain, the moment she points it out. My ribs are on fire and I feel like someone put me through a paper shredder. "It...hurts." Maribel looks at me with sorrowful eyes. She rests her hand on top of my bandaged one.
"We are working hard to find a solution, querida." She answers, letting her soft eyes linger on mine for a moment longer. I nod, not really sure about what to say anymore. "In the mean time, you are to stay here with us, until we can help you fully recover." I look up at her and am about to protest but I realize that resistance is futile. I was going to stay here whether I liked it or not. So I simply nod.
I look down at the ground for a moment until a sudden thought strikes me. I quickly look up at Maribel as she opens the door to exit.
"Is Britt alright? Is she...is she ok? I mean...I..." I stutter, hoping to god that she is alright. I wouldn't live with myself...I couldn't live with myself if...I mean...Santana was being soft with me...she's never nice. I search Maribel's eyes and it shocks me to see..pride?
"Brittany is just fine, sweetheart. She is fine, because you saved her." Maribel answers, her eyes growing much warmer then I could have imagined. I let out the breath I had been holding and smile in relief. "She and Santana have been camped out in this room for the past week." She admits and my eyes widen, once again. Really? . "They have been watching over you." Maribel pauses, her eyes passing over me once again. I hear her sigh as she stands up. "I'm going to try something with you later and see if we can get that poison out of you." She says and I nod. "Until then, rest my dear." She turns and walks out the door without another word. I sigh heavily, and then wince at how much pain I seem to be in from simply doing that. Fuck me.
"Hey." I hear a familiar voice say from the doorway. My eyes look up to see Santana staring at me with the same soft eyes I saw earlier. What the hell? She's carrying a glass of water and before I can say anything she sets it down on the table beside me. Withouth a word she sits in the chair she previously occupied and looks into my eyes once again. Honestly, this is starting to freak me out a bit.
"What?" I say, starting to get annoyed at her staring. She seems to snap out of whatever funk she was in and instead of insulting me, (which is what I expected) she simply looks at me. Then, I see something I have never seen before. Santana's eyes start to water. She looks down at the ground, desperate to avoid my gaze and it shocks the hell out of me. Is she honestly crying? Holy shit. "Santana?"
"You know, Britt always told me that the reason she is friends with you is because you were the one person who never let her down. You always stood up for her, even when people put you down because of it. You kept being there for her, eventhough the rest of us frowned upon it and kicked you down into the dirt." Santana says, keeping her eyes directed on the ground. I'm actually unsure where she is going with this. "I never thought that you were anything special, ya know? I just thought that were this annoying little diva who was always selfish. Britt always told me otherwise, but I never believed her." She continues, and by now, i'm incredibly baffled. "I have never understood why she would want to be friends with you...but now...after...after..." Her voice cracks then and it makes me want to cry. I've never heard Santana get so emotional before.
"Santana..." I encourage, wanting to hear what she is trying to say. After another moment of silence, she finally looks up at me and I gasp at her red rimmed eyes and the blatant look of pure and raw emotion.
"You nearly died...p-protecting Brittany...you...and I couldn't...I couldn't make it...I.." She pauses, and I watch as more tears slide down her face. "...I could have lost her...I...and you put your own life at risk...you.." She choking back words now and I honestly just want to tell her to stop. That it's ok. But I know that she needs to get this out. "...she's alive because of you...and i'm ...so...so sorry." Santana whispers the last part and my insides twist painfully at seeing her so sad. Santana erupts into silent tears and i'm at a loss at what to do.
"Britt's my best friend." I say and shrug my shoulders, to the best of my ability, anyways. "I would do it for any of you in heartbeat. Just as you would." I say and Santana looks up into my eyes and I feel something pass through me. Not sure of what it was, I close my eyes. I breathe out deeply and open them again to see Santana looking at the ground again.
"I'm sorry, Rachel. For...for everything." She whispers again and it breaks my heart at hearing her so damn sad. "I've been such a bitch to you...I call you names...I..."
"Hey." I say, trying to get her attention. When she doesn't look up at me, I place my good hand on hers, which is resting on the bed. She looks up at that. "All is forgiven. I forgave you a long time ago, you've helped me so much throughout this whole ordeal that I owe you much more then I can give. Brittany is my best friend and she is your mate. She will always be apart of both of us, and a couple of scratches and bruises are worth it, just to get to see her smile again." I say, with a soft smile on my face. Santana nods, a small smile erupting on her face.
"You don't owe me anything, Rachel." Santana says, letting out a sigh. "I'm just...i'm sorry about last week. About making fun of you and Cassidy. I didn't really mean any of it." She says, looking into my eyes and I can tell that she really is sorry. I nod.
We're both silent for the next couple of minutes until a surge of panic passes through me. What about my fathers and everyone at school? How were they going to react when they...wait. What did they know exactly?
"Santana?" I say, causing her look up at me. "What...what did you say to people about my sudden disappearance?" I question, nervously awaiting her response. Santana then smiles. Actually I would call it more of a smirk then anything.
"I told everyone that you, me and Britt were going to do some naked camping." She says and I let out a bark of laughter, instantly regretting it when I feel a great deal of pain. Santana's eyes furrow in slight concern. "Are you alright?"
"Ya." I manage to choke out, cringing at the amount of pain that i'm in. I had gotten used to the fact that I really didn't experience much pain anymore. I clear my throat. "It just sucks to be able to feel this much pain again." I see Santana nod. I'm about to open my mouth when suddenly the door bursts open and in walks a bubbly blonde, one that i'm happy to see.
"RayRay!" She shouts, smiling brightly and before Santana or I can protest, she jumps on the bed and hugs me. Tightly.
"Britt! Rachel's hurt, baby!" Santana jumps in when my face contorts into pain once again. Brittany quickly backs, looking terrified. I try to smile at her to let her know that it's alright, but my body is so sore right now that i'm sure it comes off as a grimace.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to Ray! Please don't be mad." She says, panicking. I smile at Brittany, instantly ignoring the pain that i'm in. She looks at me hesitantly.
"It's ok, B." I start, grabbing one of her hands. "I'm perfectly alright, now that my best friend is here." I say, smiling widely. She gives me another hesitant look before smiling back. I open my arms for her. "Just...go easy." She nods and leans in and hugs me gently, yet I can't say the same. I'm hugging her tightly, glad to see her alright. Other then a slightly busted lip, which is healing nicely, she seems to be intact.
Once we break apart, I readjust myself, trying to find a more comfortable position. I look up to see Brittany leaning her head on Santana's shoulder, who's now sitting on bed with us. Santana is absentmindedly stroking Brittany's hair and it puts a smile on my face. These two are so in love. I've never been more glad for Britt to find someone that treats her like she's supposed to be treated. I'm broken out of my thoughts by said person's voice.
"I let you borrow Quackers so that he will help you get better, Ray." She says, and I smile, looking down at the stuffed duck that Brittany has had since we were little kids. "...and Sanny let you borrow Mr. Whiskers too!" She says and I turn to Santana with a raised eyebrow. She's beat red. Ha.
"Mr. Whiskers, huh?" I say, highly amused. Santana scoffs and Brittany continues, much to Santana's horror.
"Ya, she's sleeps with him every night, but she let you borrow him so that you could get better!" Brittany adds and I feel tons and tons of jokes fill my head. Along with laughter. Which I share with the two ladies in front of me.
"Fuck you, tiny." Santana growls, but it lacks its usual bite. "So what? I sleep with a stuffed animal. Deal with it."
I don't even bother to answer her, as I am still laughing. It's painful to laugh, but I have no choice, really. It's too funny to hear that Santana 'badass' Lopez, sleeps with a stuffed animal every night. Hahahahahahahaha.
"I sleep with Quackers too, though." Brittany says, smiling widely. "It's ok, Sanny, Ray sleeps with her music book every night too." I stop laughing. Fuck sakes. Santana suddenly starts laughing.
"A music book, Berry? Really?" I glare at her, unamused.
"Brit!" I say, increduously. She smiles, instantly melting any frustration. I shake my head and then shrug. "Ok, so we're both weird. Whatever, this information..."
"... never leaves this room. Deal." Santana finishes, nodding. "It's like freakin' Vegas." I nod in agreement.
"So are you like Jacob in Twilight, Ray?" Brittany asks, causing me to freeze. "You can change into a wolfie anytime you want?" My eyes turn to Santana's who looks guilty.
"Britt, remember I told you about this. Rachel and I are wolves, and we protect people but it has to stay a big secret, right?" Santana says, softly. Brittany looks from Santana and I a moment and then nods.
"I know! I won't tell anyone how you guys protect us! Those vampires won't stand a chance against you two!" She says, brightly and although i'm shocked that she now knows, i'm glad that she does. I don't have to hide myself to my best friend anymore. I look at Santana.
"I'll tell you later, I promise." She says through our mental link. I nod. "Do you need Britt and I to leave?"
"I'd rather you didn't, actually. I'm so bored."
"How about we watch a movie, Britt Britt?" Santana suggests and Brittany's face lights up.
"Finding Nemo!" She yells and Santana and I both groan. Brittany makes us watch this movie all the time. You can only handle that damn orange fish for so long before you want to punch it in the...ugh, fins.
"Sure B. Why don't you go grab it." Santana says and Brittany runs out of the room, without another thought. I sigh. "I should of said something else." She says, rubbing her eyes. She's tired. I can tell.
"Probably, but i'm alright with it. As long as I get to spend time with Brittany...and you, I suppose." I say, smirking slightly. Santana lets out a laugh. "I was so scared that night." I whisper, causing Santana to turn her head to look at me. "I heard her scream when I was at Quinn's and everything just stopped for me. All I could hear was her and my body couldn't get to her fast enough." I finish, shaking my head.
"I felt her." Santana says, closing her eyes. I look to her and can feel the pain that shoots through her heart the moment she speaks. It nearly makes me wince. "I felt that she was being hurt and I...I couldn't shift at first. My wolf was clawing out and it hurt so bad..."
"How did..."
"I forced myself to shift. Pushed through the pain." Santana says, letting out a sigh. "I ran with mama right behind me and all I kept thinking about was how I wasn't going to get there in time. My heart was breaking and I couldn't breath. I ran and I ran, but it just...never seemed fast enough, ya know?" She says, causing me to nod. I understood but in a way, I suppose I didn't. Quinn never connected with me. I don't feel her like Santana does with Brittany. "Then when I got there, I saw you laying on the ground, covered in blood and Brittany laying on your stomach. I shifted back, without another thought."
"Did I shift back?" I ask, honestly curious. I watch as Santana's mouth turns upwards and it doesn't register immediately why she does that. I mean, why can't she ju-FUCK! "You saw me naked!" I yell, swatting her lightly. Cause, my body still aches, ya know? Santana laughs, the smirk never leaving her face. Damn her!
"Yep, sure did." She answers, shrugging. "You got some killer abs, Berry." She states and a blush instantly colors my cheeks. Great. "However, I didn't really look look, " She says, leaning back in her chair. "...you were like bloody and stuff, but I saw certain..."
"URG!" I groan, closing my eyes in humiliation. "Fuck you." I growl, causing the latina to chuckle. I shake my head. "Can't believe you saw me naked." I mumble to myself, continuing to shake my head.
"I did too!" A voice says, startling the both of us. We both turn to look at a smiling Brittany and I let out a laugh.
"Britt, you've already seen me naked before." I say, smiling softly at the blonde. Then I wince. Oops.
"I'm sorry, what?!" Santana says, anger in her voice. I hear her growling in our heads. I turn to her and smile weakly. "My girlfriend has seen you naked?"
"Ray Ray and I have been friends forever! Of course we've had naked cuddle times!" Oh sweet fuck, Brittany, NO! I watch as Santana's eyes narrow dangerously at me. I clear my throat. There is no way I could take her if she decides to fight me right now. I laugh nervously.
"Like...a long time ago and in all reality, we were like 6 or something so it doesn't really count." I say, giving the fuming latina a shrug. She lets out a breath and I know that i've said the right thing. Thank fuck.
"But..."
"Britt! Your girlfriend doesn't want to know about naked times with other people, ok sweetie?" I say, hoping that I sound sincere and not harsh. We weren't 6. We were 14. Shhhh. If Santana found that shit out, I would be knee deep in said shit. Brittany looks at me for a moment and I let out a sigh when she smiles and nods her head, sliding on the bed, in between Santana and I. She lays her head on my shoulder.
"I really love this movie." Brittany says, snuggling with both Santana and I. For the first time in a while, I feel comfortable. Safe. "I kinda wish Q was here. Then it would be perfect." Brittany states, growing quiet when the movie officially starts.
"I wish she was too, B." I whisper, leaning my head on hers. My heart started to ache, just by hearing Quinn's name. It seems that although I was unaware of being unconscious for a week, my wolf seemed to have felt like it had been years.
My wolf must have been whining pretty heavily in my head, because Santana lightly touches my hand. I turn to look at her and her eyes show sympathy.
"Quinn misses you. She's upset that we went on this 'camping trip' without her." She says in our heads. I nod. "But I told her that we were a bunch of lesbians that needed a vacation away from the straight arrows of the world." I chuckle slightly at that.
"What did she say to that?" I ask, intrigued.
"She said that she could handle us." Santana says and I snort loudly, causing Britt to look up at me.
"Are you okay, Ray Ray? I'm not hurtin you, am I?" She asks, innocently. I smile and shake my head.
"No, B. Don't worry about it." I say, and she turns back to the movie. I send Santana a smirk, which she returns, and I turn my attention back to the movie. Oh my first day back to school was going to be interesting.
ONE WEEK LATER
As luck would have it, Maribel had found an old witch's brew that managed to drain the silver from my body. Very fucking painfully, I might add. I threw up for days, non stop, and my temper had sky rocketed, causing my wolf to stir and cause me even more pain, because I wasn't able to shift with that shit in my body.
It turns out, that the silver in my body hadn't been in my blood, therefore I wasn't able to feel it as much as I should have. Had it been in my blood, I probably would have been dead. Once silver hits your blood, you're pretty much fucked. So after learning all this, I read in a werewolf handbook...well, that's what I call it...that apparently I had ingested this poison.
Santana asked Maribel why the poison hadn't gotten into my blood, because wasn't my whole body dipped in the stuff? I didn't really understand what she was asking, I mean...do you understand her? No. I didn't think so.
Anyways, once that crap was out of my body, I started to heal and by the end of the week, I looked completely brand new. I still felt jolts of pain sometimes, but Maribel said it was to be expected because I had just gone through a tramatic experience for a werewolf. My body looked like it had never been touched.
Brittany and Santana had stayed with me the whole week, well...Brittany did have to go to school that week because her mother wouldn't let her stay with us. Of course, her mother didn't know exactly what was going on so it was understandable. Santana had been my rock the past week though. She calmed me down when I got angry. Held my hair back, while muttering insults, when I puked my guts out. She would fight me, fists included, when I needed it. She even talked to Quinn on speakerphone, just so I can hear her voice. I hadn't been ready to talk to her yet. We grew closer then we both thought possible over the past week and it felt nice. It kept my mind off all the shit in my life. Like Cassidy.
Eventhough she was gone and I was in love with Quinn, she was on my mind constantly. I really do miss her, if even just to be friends with her. She treated me good. She knew what I was going through. She helped me in more ways then I will ever be able to thank her. I miss her friendly talks. I just miss her. Plain and simple. Sometimes I wish that I had been able to fall in love with her. She was so beautiful and so graceful. Inside and out. However, love just isn't that simple. Instead, I love the one person that will never return my feelings. No matter how much I think that she does sometimes.
However, throughout all of this, I gained a new perspective on life. One that is either going to screw up the rest of my senior year in this school or it's going to make it the best one. Yep, that's right. Rachel Berry is going to woo Quinn Fabray. Well...i'm going to test the waters first. Then i'm going to woo the freakin' pants off of her. Hopefully, literally. My horomones are every-freakin-where.
I shake my head from the dirty thoughts as I stand in front of the mirror in my room. It has now been two weeks since i've been at school and I can only imagine the rumors running rampant after that period of time. I mean, Santana had told people that we went camping. Naked. That isn't gonna help my loser reputation any. Or is it? I did go camping with two of the hottest chicks at McKinley. Hmmm...
"Ready to go?" I hear a voice say from the doorway and I smile. I turn to see my now-friend, Santana Lopez leaning on the doorframe, looking at me with a smirk on her face. Being friends with the latina felt good. I mean, she's really nice now and..."Did you hear me, Lezbatron?" Ok. Not so nice, I guess.
"Ya I heard you, Sir Licks-a-lot." I say, chuckling at my own joke. Santana scowls at me but it is instantly replaced with a loving smile when Brittany wraps an arm around her waist.
"Hey Ray! You look hot!" Brittany says, smiling brightly. Santana quirks an eyebrow and looks me over. I'm only in ripped skinny jeans and a wife beater. Nothing special. "Doesn't she look good, Sanny?"
"Sure, B." Santana answers, not willing to admit that i'm hot. Which I know she thinks I am. I smile at the two of them.
"Let's go. I need to speak with Noah. He must be pissed." I say, throwing on my leather jacket and walking out of my bedroom door. Brittany shakes her head.
"No, he's not angry." She says and I look at her with confused eyes. "He's worried and upset that you didn't call. Or invite him he said." I scoff. Of course he would say something like that. "Besides, Q is the one who is angry." My eyes lift at that.
"Like how angry?" I ask, throwing my aviators on as we descend my front steps to walk to Santana's car. It was really nice out. "On a scale from 1 to 10." Santana laughs.
"Like 41." Santana says and I turn to look at her, trying to find out if she's serious. Santana hadn't been to school in almost two weeks either. Only once to get our homework. "She doesn't believe my story and is now questioning what you and I were actually doing together, considering Brittany was at school last week." She finishes, hopping in the driver's side. I shook my head and climbed in back as Brittany gets in the front.
"She was like...really scary and said that you two were hiding something." Brittany says and I immediately tense. I know Brittany wouldn't tell anyone about our secret but that didn't mean I was going to be at ease with everything. "She asked me if I knew what it was."
"What did you tell her, B?" I ask, praying that she didn't make up a crazy lie. Brittany then shrugs, turning her head to look at me from the front.
"I told her that you missed Cassidy and needed some time and that I loaned you Santana to help." She admits and both Santana and I pause. That could be taken in many ways. My eyes meet Santana's for a moment before I ask the dreaded question.
"How did she take it?" Brittany looks pensive for a moment before smiling.
"She turned all red and then made all the girls on the squad run extra laps." Santana starts to laugh loudly and I smirk at her.
"You think she's pissed at the squad, S? What happens when you go back to Cheerio's practice after allegedly hiding a secret with me?" I ask and Santanan immediately stops laughing and then lets out a groan.
"Fuck!" She curses, continuing to drive to school. I laugh then. But it isn't very loud or long because god only knows what she has in store for me. Damn.
"I'll make sure she is nice to my wolfies!" Brittany says, happily and we both groan, but smile at the blonde, none-the-less. Interesting day, indeed.
MCKINLEY HIGH SCHOOL/HALLS
When the three of us walk into the halls of the school, I could have sworn that we were like the people on Jersey Shore. Everyone stopped and stared at the three of us. Some laugh, some point, some just stare at us with either shock or lust written across their faces. I honestly don't know what to think.
"It's kind of bothering me that everyone just stares at us." I say, leaning towards Santana. She chuckles.
"Well, half pint, everyone here probably thinks that you did the nasty with Britts and I." She says and I cringe. I couldn't have sex with Britt Britt. She's my best friend and the thought is just...weird. "Ew. I think I just grossed myself out." She says and that causes me to chuckle. I look up into Santana's eyes and am a little shocked that she seems to be joking. I smile.
However, that smile does not last long. My eyes leave hers to land on a figure at the end of the hallway. One that i've missed so much over the last two weeks. I watch as she marches down the hallway, all confident and sexy and I can't help but feel the heat low in my stomach. Streis growls happily within me and I feel that all is right in the world. Her beautiful face is getting closer and closer and I...Oh shit. That is not a happy face. That is a face that i've seen in my freakin' nightmares. Holy hell she looks pissed. My eyes widen when she...bares her..is she baring her teeth. Fuck me with a spikey ball. Holy...
Before I can even process what's happening, I take a step towards the enraged blonde to explain myself when a loud-
THWACK
"Oh fuck..." Santana laughs from beside me. "Q...that shit was so-" WHAM "...OW! Fuck sakes, blondie, that was my eye!" She then yells and if it was any other situation, I would laugh my ass off, but I am honestly too terrified to do so. Especially with this sexy, gorgeous and extrememly pissed off blonde in front of me.
"Quinn..."
"Do you know how freakin' stupid you are!" She yells, gaining the attention of the whole hallway. I look around and decide that this isn't the conversation to be having in front of tons of people. I sigh, taking my hand off of my stinging cheek. Which, by the way, I am completely turned on from her hitting me. There's something wrong with me, ok? So just leave it.
"Just...wait." I growl, grabbing her arm and dragging her into an empty classroom, but not before mentally telling Santana to go the nurse to get some ice. Once we're inside, I close the door and turn to face her. "Look, I know that..."
"Do you have any idea how worried I was!" She shouts, and I cringe at the volume. I look down. I am slightly ashamed. "You just blow out of my house two weeks ago like something was on fire and then you don't answer my calls or my texts!" She walks up to me and pokes a finger into my chest. My insides burn. "Then I find out that you went on a little trip with Santana?!" She questions, increduously. "Santana of all people?!"
"I know, okay!" I yell, getting slightly upset myself. I walk away from her, needing to get away from her delicious scent and her...beautifulness. God. I'm so turned on right now. Must be that time of the month. "I'm sorry. I just...needed time." I explain, turning around to look at her.
Her glare is fierce and it makes me want to walk over to her, rip her Cheerio's uniform right off of her and have my wicked and nasty way with her. Everywhere in this room. My hands start to shake and I realize that i'm getting myself too worked up. If I don't stop, then i'm going to do something stupid. I shake my head and sit down in one of the chairs.
"Needed time?" She asks, her voice slightly softer and maybe a little hurt. "I thought we were friends, Rachel?" My heart breaks at the tone of her voice. It sounds really sad and it kills me that i'm the one that hurt her like this. I didn't realize. However, telling her the truth is out of the question.
"We are." I say, standing up and walking over ot her. However, I make sure that i'm at least a couple of feet from her. I need to be. "I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like you weren't, Quinn, but you mean so much to me." I say, hoping that she gets just how important she is to me. I watch as she takes a deep breath before staring intently into my eyes.
"Apparently not as much as I thought." She answers and my heart breaks. She just doesn't understand. I wish I could just tell her. I sigh.
"I wish you could see yourself, through my eyes." I whisper, not really caring if she hears me or not. Quinn looks at me, her face flushed red. She just looks so beautiful, even if she is angry at me.
"What would I see?" She asks and for a moment, i'm taken aback by the question, so I remain silent. But that doesn't last long.
"You would see this beautiful, incredibly strong girl trying her best to do good in the world. She's smart, funny, incredibly talented yet she doesn't seem to know it. She pushes herself so hard to be who she thinks others want her to be, yet she is so much more then that. You may walk around, all high and mighty to these people, but they don't know the real you." I say, looking at Quinn, through heated eyes. "They don't know that you bite your lip when you're nervous or unsure of something, and they don't know that you fiddle with that golden chain around your neck when you feel like you've done something wrong." She blushes, "They don't know any of that. Only your true friends do. I care for you, far deeper then i've ever cared about someone else. You make it better." I say, and I can't help but feel a sudden rush of love for the girl in front of me. It even overrides my lustful thoughts.
"You see all that?" She whispers and I nod. I walk up to her, so that i'm mere inches in front of her, no matter how hard it is for me to be this close. I smile at her and open my arms, hoping that she would forget this whole ordeal.
She smiles and steps closer to me, hugging me around the waist. it is strange that she hugs me this way, because she normally hugs me around my neck. This was different though. It was the second time that she's done it. I sigh into the embrace. Feeling her wrapped around my body makes me happier then i've ever felt. So happy, in fact, that I do something extremely stupid.
I pull away from her and before I register what i'm doing, I pull her lips down to mine. My mouth moves against her lips and after a second, she joins in. My body is on fire with the mere contact of our lips together. It's like heaven. However, it doesn't last long. Because not even a minute before it starts, it ends when Quinn rips her lips from mine.
Her face is full of shock and it kills me to see that she does what I had anticipated. She bites her lip. Her eyes are wide and she's breathing heavily and I feel like smacking myself in the head with my own stupidity. How could I do this? I am supposed to freakin' woo her! Not maul her! Damn these horomones!
"Quinn...i'm so sorry..I.." I start to say, but i'm silenced when she holds a hand up. She gulps and shakes her head. She puts her hand to her neck, still shaking her head and then exits the room, leaving me heartbroken and upset with myself.
My eyes begin to water slightly, as I realize one grave thing about the last two minutes of my life. Quinn put her hand to her neck. She did the one thing I was afraid she would do. She fiddled with that damn gold necklace.
Awwww...poor Rachie. :( I mean, she was supposed to woo Quinn and she...oh wait, she...maybe she will still woo Quinn? Hmmm I guess you will have to leave awesome reviews and wait and see what I have in store for you next chapter! Maybe some Faberry? Maybe some Puckleberry awesomeness? Maybe some Pezberry fighting...not with eachother? Or maybe...just maybe, I might have all of this...including Brittberry hilariousness...with Lord T! Hahaha!...until then...Faberry cookies!
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Tasty, aren't they? Hehehe, until next time folks!
