Ok Peeps, sorry for the late update, but I had to recover from this week's Glee episode. Anyways, no one guessed what the date was, mainly because you guys didn't care, as long as they were finally giving things a try… Yes I know it was hard to watch them apart for so long. I feel your pain. One person was close in guessing, but I was hoping for a specific answer.
If there are inaccuracies in the details of the date, that's because I'm a Trini, not a New Yorker, so bear with me. Also, I'm skeptical about this chapter, since I know that everyone has high expectations of the first date, so let me know if I've lived up to them or not.
To the reviewers, story, author, and favorites alerters, all I can say is Gracias. Your response is so important to me, and I appreciate you taking the time to leave a few words after each chapter and taking interest in my story overall.
Shout out time: To amieirish who gave me a standing ovation (or it could have been for Faberry instead of me, but let's just say me for now.. lol) as well as a kiss in their review, both of which made me blush.
I had no beta, so all inconsistencies, inaccuracies and grammatical errors are mine (and yes I did the "posting 10 minutes after writing" thing again).
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
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Chapter 10
Rachel was dressed in denim short shorts showing off her endless legs, along with a white tank top. She had no idea what Quinn had in mind for their first date but if there was the possibility of her getting wet, she wanted to wear as little clothes as possible. Well, if asked about her wardrobe choice; that would be the excuse. The real reason for it was that with Quinn now trying to woo her, it meant she had to find ways to get her 'Berry-Cherry Poppin' plan going with the blonde. I'm so gonna get my v-card swiped tonight. Hehehehe. Quinn won't know what hit her when she sees these legs. While waiting on Quinn to pick her up, the diva was very excited and slightly on edge, because being Rachel Berry and not knowing details about something was just unheard of.
Quinn arrived a little before the expected time wearing a black tank and light green Bermuda shorts. She greeted the diva with a quick peck on the lips, to which the brunette responded by pulling her back for a longer, more passionate kiss. The shorter woman closed the door and pushed Quinn flush against the wall, never breaking the kiss. Rachel's hands ran through her short golden hair with nails gently scraping her scalp. The blonde, who was for the most part allowing Rachel to take control, moaned into the kiss. When the need for air became apparent, Quinn gently pushed the diva away, and was the first to speak.
"Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?"
"I just wanted to show my gratitude to you for asking me out." And possibly molest you before we leave the apartment.
"Well let's get on with the date then." And with that, the blonde stretches out her hand for the diva to take where they automatically interlace fingers.
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Rachel looked on at the mass of water before them. "You rented a rowboat on Central Park Lake!" Wow this is so cool!
"You like?" the blonde questioned.
"I love."
"Really?"
"It's sweet and romantic. I've lived here for years and I've actually never done this."
"Most people haven't."
They walk to the boat and Quinn gets in and stretches out her had for the diva to hold on to her in order to step in as well.
"My Lady, your chariot awaits." says Quinn with a smile on her face. Good grief, that smile will be the end of me!
They both get in and take their little basket packed by Quinn, filled with dry bread and fruits. Quinn grabs the oars and begins to row them out into the middle of the lake. There were about a handful of people out on the water that day rowing around aimlessly. The blonde stopped rowing after a while and they opened the basket and began to nibble on their fruits. A few geese swimming in a line came close to their boat, and Quinn gave the diva the dry bread to throw for them. The brunette laughed heartily as she watched them nibble at the crumbs she tossed. Quinn thought it was the most adorable sight and pulled out her phone making a video of Rachel feeding the ducks. The lounge owner then switched to photo mode and snapped a shot of Rachel sitting in the boat in her short shorts, Ray Bans Aviator sunglasses and her hair tied up in a loose, semi-messy bun, as she was looking to the side of the boat at the ducks in the water.
They continued to row around lazily in the sun, talking and snacking on the fruits. After all the rowing she'd been doing, the blonde took a break and Rachel offered to take Quinn's head in her lap allowing her to stretch out and lie down fully in the small boat.
"Are you enjoying the date, Rach?"
"Yes, I am. The fresh air and outdoorsy vibe is really nice."
"Awesome. I'm glad you liked it. I was kind of going for ' The Notebook' vibe."
"Well you nailed it."
"Well, I didn't nail it totally, but there's potential." You mean like the possible awesome sex we can have once we get off the boat and get back to your place, just like the movie. Hells yeah to that!
Another gay couple visiting from out of town floated near them and they made quick friends with the men, chatting about the city. Quinn and Rachel even gave them a few other suggestions of places they could check out on their short visit to New York. The gentlemen offered to snap pictures of their date with the ladies' phones, as they cuddled up on the boat, as a way of thanks.
Less than an hour later, Quinn began to row them back to return the boat. Rachel smirked as she watched the blonde concentrate on maneuvering the oars to get the boat to go in the desired direction.
"So, you thought I would be the one to fall in the water, huh?"
"Maybe." replied Quinn, as she picked up on the playfulness in the diva's voice.
"So what if you were the one to fall in the water?" Rachel sing songs.
"You wouldn't dare…" Quinn deadpans
"Wanna bet?"
Rachel takes a handful of water and throws it at Quinn , while the blonde squeals in playfulness . "Nooooooo, Rach, the water's cold ."
The brunette began successfully creating a mini water fight between them, which actually ends up really being Rachel constantly throwing water on Quinn while she rows them back to return the boat. When they get off Quinn is wringing the ends of her tank with her hands.
"Aww, my baby's all soaked." says the diva, looking at the clearly visible outline of Quinn's torso due to her damp clothes.
Quinn looks back up and her with a goofily happy expression on her face.
"What's wrong Quinn?"
"You called me 'baby'."
"You are my baby." and with that Rachel leans in for a quick peck.
Shaking herself of her dazed state from the peck, Quinn looks down at her clothes and looks back to Rachel.
"I think I should go home and change, and then we can go back out to eat."
"How about we pick up the food and stay in for the rest of the evening." Hehehe. Good one Rachel. Tonight is so going to end like the love scene from The Notebook. Boat Ride. Check. Feed bird in boat ride. Check. Get to place with bed and have sexathon. Work in progress.
"Are you sure? The date isn't done you know."
"I know, but I enjoyed this and I think it will be ok if we postpone dinner at a restaurant for another date."
"Well, if it's fine with you, it's ok with me."
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Once back at the apartment, Quinn changes and they share their meal. Topics for conversation were endless, and there was never a dull moment between the two women. After dinner, they moved the date to the sofa where they popped in a movie and assumed their usual snuggle position, Quinn lying on the sofa, with Rachel lying on top of her and binky watching them from the loveseat sofa nearby.
10 minutes into the movie and the TV was soon forgotten, and replaced by a heavy make out session between the two women. Rachel removed her top and tossed across the room in the throes of passion, and it landed on binky's head, In fact, the tank was hanging from his horn. The diva dove back in for another kiss as her enthusiasm went up tenfold. Quinn sensed the instant change in pace and gently halted the diva's actions.
"Uh Rach….. I don't really put out on the first date."
The brunette pulled away at the confession and looked at the blonde. Even in the dimly lit living room, she noticed the blonde's eyes darkening by the second.
"I can tell you want it as much as I do."
"That's true, but this isn't so much about me. This is more about you."
"And I am telling you that I want this. Today was perfect and romantic with the boat ride and everything. I want to do this." And I want my 'Notebook' scene…
"And I am telling you that there is no need to rush this in order to fulfill some cliché fantasy of romance."
"Quinn, I am a woman of age who wants to have sex." Maybe if I just be blunt, she can get the idea.
"And I won't do this now, because I respect you enough not to sleep with you on the first date. You mean so much more to me than just sex. Believe me, I really want to, but I want your first time to be special, especially since mine really wasn't. I know what that disappointment can feel like. Yes, in my case, a beautiful baby girl came out of that experience, and I will never regret that part of it, but I'm not proud of how everything went down."
Rachel looks up at the sincerity in the blonde's hazel eyes. Oh my God, she really does care about me. She's so perfect, now I REALLY want her to have her dirty way with me.
Suddenly it all made sense. The brunette replayed the last week in her mind and all the interaction she's had with the blonde. She's treated me better than anyone else I've dated ever has. She never judged me. She's always willing to take care of me. She considers my feelings on everything she does. .GOD. I think I love this woman.
Quinn looked on intently and could see that the diva was having some kind of mental epiphany but felt it best not to say anything to interrupt it. Plus, she enjoyed watching Rachel make the cute face when she was having her internal dialogues. The diva was the first to break the silence.
"Be my girlfriend."
"So soon?" Quinn was caught off guard, but tried not to show it.
"Quinn, we've always had something between us. I know you know that. It started the minute we met in your lounge last week. Yet something tells me that it's always been there though, even before these last few days. I mean I've known you since we were teenagers, it's not like you are some crazy stranger, you know."
"Are you sure it's not the raging hormones talking?"
"No, it's my heart talking."
"You do make sense there, little one."
"So, be my girlfriend."
"I do believe there should be a question in there somewhere."
"Ugh, fine."
"Hey, I need a little romance too, you know." says Quinn with a smirk.
The brunette smiles in return and looks directly into hazel orbs while still lying on top the blonde. "Quinn Fabray, would you be my girlfriend?"
"Wellllll… " at the sign of her playful indecisiveness, the shorter woman swats her arms.
"I'm trying to make things official here!" that smile is adorable; I don't think I could ever get tired of it.
"Or, you could just be eager to get into my pants…"
"Are you complaining?"
Quinn smiles at the light banter going on between them, but tries to convey the seriousness of the commitment she is making to the brunette, so in a soft, steady, earnest voice, she responds "I would love to be your girlfriend, Rachel Berry."
Rachel smiles and understands her intentions, and leans in for a series of short light pecks on Quinn's lips. Yay! She wants to commit to me and all my levels of crazy! I still want to make one last try to get some tonight though. Heheh.
"So Quinn, now that we're official and dating…. I mean you've already seen me naked… I think it's only fair you return the favor."
Quinn catches on instantly and scoffs in mock disbelief. "Really. Is that the best you have?"
"Can't blame a girl for trying." says the shrugging diva.
"I think you need a cold shower."
"I think you need to join me in said shower."
"I think we need to forgo the shower and instead, I can hose you down with the emergency fire hose in the hallway outside."
"Hahahahahaha…" The diva is in hysterics at Quinn's last comment to the point where tears are rolling down her cheek.
"Come on little one, you can spend the night since you left your duffel bag here when you stormed out last night."
The diva stops laughing and turns to Quinn. "Baby, I am so sorry I did that to you. I really do feel badly about it."
"No worries. It worked out for the best don't you think. I mean, I get to share the bed tonight with my beautiful girlfriend of a whole 7 minutes." Quinn was grinning like a Cheshire cat, at the thought of calling Rachel her girlfriend officially.