A/N: Here we are, the edited conclusion *Evil laughter* No, no, I'm kidding. This isn't the end, however, this is the last part to Rachel's 'first' goal.
Thank you all for your wonderful reviews. They are much appreciated. I made this longer to both make up for the long wait for an update, and to finally end the long 10 chapter graduation day. Time to move further along after this one. ;)
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"Rachel?" Oh, thank baby Jesus! It's Quinn! I would run over and give my personal savoir a bear hug if I could, but alas, I cannot. I can barely walk as it is.
"I'm right here!" I call out with a wave, and even though she can see me, I want to make sure she can get to me in time if Satan decides to blast the door in.
Her raspy chuckles follow her trail as she quickly strides over, "Are you all right?
"To be honest? No. Not in the least." I answer her truthfully, not caring if she thinks any less of me for being scared because of Santana.
Though, to be honest? By the time Quinn reaches me, my trembling limbs have ceased to tremble, with only minor twitches in their wake.
"Listen, Rachel, I don't know what's going to happen once we leave this bathroom. I mean, San is detained by mama bear, for now, but unless you admit to-"
"I don't have to admit to anything! Even if I did do something to admit to, telling Santana would only anger her further! If you three can hold her back from striking me down for something I did not even do, then I will explain what happened with the help of Brittany. She knows as well as I do, that there was no groping of breasts going on between us at the times accused. Or at any other time for that matter…" I cut her off, now becoming irritated at the thought of no one believing neither Brittany nor me. For one, why would I even attempt to feel Santana's girlfriend up?
Has anyone even thought of 'why' I would do this? What would my agenda be, test out the goods however many times I can get away with before Santana catches on and murders me for it?
"Ok, ok, easy. Just, tell me what happened?" She holds her hands up in surrender, sexy eyebrow raised and pointed at me. I watch as it stays in place for a few seconds before dropping back down. She steps closer, face now curious as to how I am going to explain my predicament, which makes me think back to how all of this even got started in the first place.
"You know, this is entirely your fault, Quinn Fabray!" Eyes narrowing, I huff at her and cross my arms.
She freezes on the way over, taken aback by my outburst, and obviously confused over it, "My fault? H-How is this my fault?"
"Because! If you wouldn't have been so damn hard to find at graduation, then none of this would have ever happened!" I yell at her, now beyond frustrated with how things have turned out.
"Well, what the hell did happen, Rachel? I've been trying to get it out of you ever since I thought I had run you over!" Not the only one becoming frustrated, she exclaims at me exasperatedly.
"I'm sorry, Quinn, I shouldn't have yelled. Can you please just help me safely out of here first?" I sigh and deflate, knowing that I shouldn't be getting angry with her.
She noticeably deflates as well and closes the rest of the distance between us without any hesitation, we wrap our arms around each other's waists, and then she helps me out of the bathroom. I'm tense until every crevice of Santana's bedroom is eyed for the enraged Latina, but luckily, we are very much alone. I am alone with Quinn Fabray in Santana Lopez's bedroom. I have a sudden strong urge to direct our destination to the huge round bed made up of black and red silk sheets with matching pillows. This room is the total opposite of the bathroom. It is the lair of Satan.
"Whoa, what're you doing?" Quinn questions, confused, as I halt midway to the door and jerk us around back to the bed.
"Quinn, if you haven't noticed, we are in Santana's bedroom." Alone. "And before I go downstairs to face her, I would very much like to contaminate her bed." Christen it.
"As much as I love your passive aggressive intentions, do you really want to lie in the beast's nest?" She stops me just before I move from her arms to sit down.
Quinn has a point... However,
"I am already in for it, Quinn, so I might as well do something worth the beat down I will undoubtedly receive."
"And, feeling Britt up wasn't worth it?" She smirks at me; I glare, pout, and then with a huff, push an unsuspecting Fabray on the bed.
She lands gasping.
"Touching Brittany would be worth it, but that is something I have not done, at least on purpose." I would much rather feel up on another blonde.
A beautiful blonde sprawled out on a bed right before my very greedy eyes.
"Well, come on then, get your ass in the bed. I refuse to be the only one responsible for crinkling her sheets up." Eyes rolling, she beckons me over to join her.
She doesn't have to tell me twice.
I carefully sit down, but before I can move any further, arms grip under mine and tug me up the bed. Quinn moves out from behind me, I lay my head down on one of the many pillows, and my eyes close as it sinks into the cloud covered in silk. I am never leaving this bed. Actually, I will somehow roll it out the house, and bungee cord it to Quinn's car, she can be my partner in crime and help me steal it.
She can be my partner for everything. Starting with partnering up with me in this bed…naked.
I open my eyes and turn my head to the right, Quinn is curled up, head on the pillow beside mine with her own eyes closed. Her beauty takes my breath away. She looks so peaceful, gorgeous, and nothing less than an angel fallen straight from heaven above. I flip on my side, mindful of my ankle, and inch my hand close to that angelic face, itching to touch her. Shaky fingers feather over her bangs, and I watch as the corner of her mouth quirks up into a crooked smile. I can't help but smile back even though her eyes are still closed, she just has that affect on me, smiling is only one of many. Another would be a flood of wet-
"There you are. Reyna was afraid you might've thrown yourself out the window." I jerk my hand away from Quinn with a start, Mr. Lopez's deep voice having scared the Barbra out of me.
"And I see that you have taken a much softer route." He teases with a wink, and then gives me a look that could not be anything other than knowing.
He caught me touching Quinn. Ok, that sounded dirty… It is a good thing Santana wasn't the one who walked in, because I am sure that her mouth would be shooting out nasty comments.
"My daughter is detained in the kitchen, so if you're ready, I can get started on your ankle." He motions to said swollen, blue ankle, and then to the door.
I peer over at Quinn, who has not budged whatsoever, and then back to daddy Lopez, nodding my consent.
Once downstairs, - after another ride in the elevator - I am back to being tense and I feel extra vulnerable without my blond bodyguard beside me, holding me. Protecting me. Not that an independent young woman such as myself needs protecting… But, it felt nice. Warm. Safe. I'm lead to what I am assuming is the living room and placed on a plush recliner. There is a table beside me holding various wrapped medical supplies, sterile and ready to use, and Andrés starts explaining what is what as he opens them up. Dad and daddy walk in a few minutes into the one sided conversation and they both stand on either side of the chair.
Dad is wearing a concerned look for his one and only baby girl all beat up and in pain. I smile at him reassuringly and take his hand, he seems to relax considerably, and then with a gentle squeeze from dear old Dad to let me know that he is there for me, Mr. Lopez begins fixing me up. By the time he is finished, I have a sturdy splint keeping my ankle in place and a bag of ice laid over my foot to help with the major swelling. Also, pain medicine, toast, and cold water. Well, I did have those, but I may have gobbled all of it down as soon as the items were handed to me… Now I'm just reclined back, resting my wrapped foot with a smile on my face.
Pain? What pain?
"Is the hobbit ready to talk yet? I am not staying in that kitchen a second longer, mom keeps giving Britts and me mushy awe faces every time we-"
"Well if isn't el Diablo herself!" I exclaim when Santana comes in ranting with a pout adorned on her pretty face.
"Excuse me?" She scoffs and gives me the 'Lopez' version of the 'Fabray' brow.
I blink at her, and then drag my eyes from top to bottom, eyes taking in what Brittany has claimed for herself.
"Did you… Did you just check me out?" She asks disbelievingly, and makes a 'What the hell' face.
I can't tell if she is disgusted at the thought of me ogling her, or if she is just taken off guard, but I know that I prefer the latter, because if she is grossed out, then that really, really hurts. Am I that ugly? Am I so unattractive that even admiring someone as beautiful as Santana sickens them?
I shrug, but then my head is nodding yes, because yeah, I was so totally checking her out.
"Wow, ok, you're a freak, Berry." Her words cut me, and I flinch, eyes darting away from her to land somewhere else.
Anywhere else. Can Quinn wake up now? I miss her. I need her. Where are our parents? Did I fall asleep? Because I swear, our dads were just in here.
Now I'm alone with the devil.
"I didn't touch your girlfriend, Santana. But I'll tell you what did happen." Now or never, right? "You see, I had a goal in mind after graduation, one I felt I needed to-"
"Was that goal to grope Brittany with your smurf hands as many times as you could get away with?" I am cut off abruptly, anger still firing the Latina up.
"Santana please shut the hell up." I snark at her as nicely as possible, she glares and crosses her arms, but wisely stays silent.
"Now, as I was saying... That goal did not have anything to do with Brittany, and everything to do with your other blonde best friend. I planned to find Quinn, say hi, and then get her number because I don't have it. I wanted it, really, really wanted it. However, of course, things went shitty from the get go. Every time I would spot her, by the time I would get to where she was, she wasn't there anymore or someone else distracted me. Like that damn hill for instance, my foot caught in a hole, I twisted my ankle and then-never mind, anyway-"
"And Britt? Where did she come into play in your messed up, stupid, useless goal?" I huff and shoot her an evil glare for interrupting me yet again.
And, for calling my goal mean names.
"After I had sat down on that blue bench, - and had a very vivid dream - Brittany caught up with me, as did your father, and then mine. I saw Quinn in her car about to leave, though, and when I attempted to run after her, I landed on my bad foot, and Brittany caught me. With her breasts. I am really sorry, Santana, I would never try to feel her up on purpose." I answer her question with a tired sigh, the medicine doing its job of taking away my pain and making me sleepy. All I want is for her to believe me so she will not be mad anymore; being in her line of fire is exhausting.
"What about the bathroom?" She asks after a few moments of scrutinizing me.
"I may have slipped on the slippery floor and caught myself on-"
"God, you are seriously one hell of a clutz, Berry." Again with the interrupting! She shakes her head and rolls her eyes, but uncrosses her arms and relaxes her tense posture.
"Santana, Brittany is a very beautiful girl, one who loves you, and I would never ever mess that up. I respect what you have with each other, and admire the strength you had for the hardships you both went through to get where you are now. I know you don't like me, but all my feelings for you are not negative, and I hate when your ire is directed at me." That damn pill is making me spew out nothing but truth, both risking sounding weak in front of the one person who used to laugh in the face of weakness, and risking her to shut down and run far, far away because I am being all mushy.
"So you really went through all of that trouble to get Q's number?" Annnd… she goes with deflecting.
I expected nothing less.
"Yes. I stepped in dog shit, therefore got rid of my shoes. I stepped in a hole, sprained my ankle, and rolled down a steep hill. I was attacked by a very angry mama duck, had to walk around my ass to get to my elbow, sat in paint, and then was accused by you of feeling up your girlfriend. Oh, and I threw myself at Quinn's car." I hesitate at first, but admit to everything, having nothing to lose.
We are not in high school anymore.
A very familiar gasp makes my head swivel around to the entryway, where Quinn is standing with a hot case of sexy bed hair. I look away, eyes locking back onto a smirking Santana, who seems mightily smug right now. I narrow my eyes at her, "You knew she was standing there." It isn't a question. It is a statement. No, an accusation whispered for her ears only.
"Rachel..?" Quinn breathes my name skeptically, voice wavering. I swallow nervously and chance a glance her way.
"You went through all of that for my number?" I nod my head meekly, embarrassed, however I have to remember that whatever happens now, everything was worth it all.
"W-Why? Oh my God, you could have asked anyone there!" Quinn hollers at me incredulously as she storms into the room and right beside Santana, who she butts out of the way.
"Uh, excuse you!" Santana looks taken aback, obviously not having expected to be pushed aside as if she were an after thought
Quinn waves her off as if she were an irritating Nat.
"Bitch." The offended brunette curses at the affronted blonde staring me down, and then strides confidently out the room.
"Look at me." I turn my gaze back to Quinn as per her order. "You hurt yourself because of me. Why?"
"I told you it was your fault." I mumble and look down at my lap, fingers picking at imaginary fuzz.
"Not helping, Rachel." Apparently, she does not find my brand of humor amusing.
Not that this is in any way funny…
"Was getting my number really important enough for you to literally throw your already hurt body at my car?" She questions me in a 'Was it worth it?' tone, and stands in an eerily similar stance as Santana's own.
"Yes, Quinn, to me it really was. No, excuse me, is." I am already on a roll with admitting things, so why hold back now?
I need her to know just how important she is to me.
She looks shocked, like she hadn't really believed I would say yes, and her eyes close as she shakes her head disbelievingly, "I can't believe you."
Yeah, I thought so.
"I don't understand you, either. Anyone there could have given you my number, you didn't have to-"
"I did have to. I know that I could have asked for it, but when have you ever known me to go the simple route? It wasn't just about getting your number, Quinn, - even though that was the main reason… - it was about taking a chance, a last ditch effort for you to-" Right after cutting her off, I cut my own self off as well, mouth about to run away from me and get me in trouble.
I may be all about honesty right now, however, there is a thing called too much too fast. I don't need to give her a reason to run for the hills for saying the wrong thing.
"For me to what?" Figures she wouldn't let that go… I shake my head at her, not being able to answer.
Not yet.
"I just wanted to see you, say hi, and get your number. I mean, this was our last day together, and I didn't want to-"
"Hello, girls." Dad walks in, ruining our conversation and I click my mouth closed, irritated. "Honey, are you ready to go? I know you're tired."
"I'll take her home. You're daughter and I are in the middle of a very important talk." Quinn speaks up before I can, looking between us and daring me to defile-err-defy her.
With difficulty, I refrain from doing either of those naughty D words.
He makes an 'O' face, and then when he recovers, clears his throat, appearing apologetic for intruding, "Sorry. Your father and I are just gunna head on home, you girls…um…have fun?"
He backs out of the room, slowly at first, then quickens his pace before bolting the rest of the way with a shouted 'Goodbye, darling!'
"Now, where were we?" Quinn focuses back on me. "Oh yes, my number." She smiles at me, a look far from the one she was sending me moments ago.
My heart flutters, because I, Rachel Berry am about to get the girl of her dreams. Well, ok, her number. This is what I wanted and I am getting it. Yes!
It is a start for the rest to fall in place.
"Uhh... Rachel? Why are you looking at me like that?" What? Oh. Hearing that I get her number has put me out in the left field.
I blink and furrow my brows, afraid to ask how I was looking at her, but only because I know it had to have been intense.
Because that is how my thoughts of her are, intense. Some more so than others...
"I-I'm sorry, I got lost in thought. So! Your number?" I apologize sheepishly, and hurriedly remind her of the almost fulfilled goal at hand.
"Right. Do you even have your phone?" A smirk appears across her gorgeous face when I pout and shake my head no.
"I have an idea. I'll be right back." Not deterred, she throws me a reply before jogging out the room.
Leaving me alone once again. I groan and rest my eyes, body and mind just so damn tired.
"Raaachelll..."
"Hmm?"
"I thought you wanted my number?" My eyes snap open at that, they dart around, and land on amused hazels.
"Tell me you want it." Quinn whispers close to my ear, enough for her breath to blow along my skin and make me shiver.
"I want it." I want you.
"Tell me how much." She orders me softly, closer now.
"Bad, I want it bad." I rasp out, eyes fluttering shut as lips brush along the shell of my ear.
"Yeah? Show me." Oh God, is she trying to kill me?
What are we even talking about? My brain is mush.
"Come on, show me, Rachel." She sounds slightly impatient, but chuckles to cover it.
I would gladly show her anything and everything. If only I could move.
"Don't be afraid, I want this, I want you to show me how much you want it." Her words caress my ear while simultaneously setting my body aflame.
"Quinn." I whimper out her name, and my tongue pokes out to lick over parched lips.
Parched for her.
"You want it too, don't you, Rachel?" She asks as if already knowing the answer while ghosting her lips affectionately across my cheek.
"Yes. I want to show you." I answer determinedly, turning my head to lock my eyes on hers.
I gasp when our lips brush, and she goes completely still for several seconds, before pressing our lips firmly together.
"Santana!"
Jolting awake, my head slams into something extremely hard, "Oww!"
"Son of a bitch! God, Rachel, what the hell is your head made out of!" I ignore the familiar voice that certainly is not Quinn's, in opt to whine and hold my now aching forehead.
"Mine?" I scoff and attempt to open my eyes. "What about yours? It feels like I just knocked heads with an anvil!" I glare at her and rub my sore head.
She just glares back at me as if this is all my fault, as always.
"Why were you even hovering over me? Do you know how creepy that is?" I question her, because seriously? Not cool.
Before she can reply, Quinn pulls her back and shoves her away from the chair, "What is wrong with you?"
"It wasn't what it looked like!" Santana yells, loudly, eyes wide and panicked.
"No? So you weren't kis-"
"No!" Santana exclaims, loudly protesting whatever they are talking about.
I am well and truly lost. What could have possibly happened while I was asleep in that short amount of time?
Quinn ices out her steely HBIC expression, and Santana actually flinches back from it.
"Fine! But she kissed me!" What? Who kissed whom?
"She was sleeping, Santana!" Quinn yells exasperatedly, thrusting her hand in my direction.
I reel back, confused as hell right now, "What on earth is going on?"
"You-you kissed me." Santana says through clenched teeth, a hard look piercing my face.
My mouth flaps open, and I blink stupidly, stunned.
"I did no such thing!" I finally manage to get out, denying the very thought of me kissing Santana Lopez.
Not that kissing her would be horrible.
"You did. It was hot." Brittany appears from nowhere, scaring us all half to death.
Then I replay what she said. Why would I kiss Santana? I don't understand.
"Look, I came in here to grill whoever fucked up my bed before Britt and I got the chance to do just that, but Berry here was out like a light and mumbling shit. Me being me, I decided to mess with her head, so I went over there to whisper in her ear -and damn, woman, I have to tell you that whatever it was you were dreaming.. It was making you moan and whimper like a nympho - anyway, you responded by turning your head and attaching that big mouth of yours to my own." By the time, she is finished explaining what really happened, my face is burning up from embarrassment.
I not only moaned aloud in my sleep, but if my memory serves correctly, I kissed Santana because I thought she was…Quinn. This is too much; I need to get out of here. I mean, I can only handle so much drama and disaster in one day! I look to Quinn, pleading with my eyes for her to take me home and away from here. Far, far, far away.
"It was me. I fell asleep in your bed thinking that my best friend wouldn't care, but no, I guess everything anyone other than Britt does is a total fuck up." Quinn, angry, like, really, really angry at Santana, hurt even, grounds out a retort while pushing the foot rest down carefully to help me out of the chair.
I let her tug me up and into her arm, making sure to remain quiet as to not have that anger turned on me. I also watch as Santana's face falls before turning indifferent, Quinn misses it.
"Quinn-"
"Save it. We're leaving, so you won't have to deal with us interfering with your precious Brittana time." Quinn butts in quickly, not letting Santana get a word in.
I peer behind my shoulder and whisper an apology, but she shrugs it off and turns away from our retreating backs.
After a haste goodbye and a thank you to Santana's parents, we leave their house with crutches and drugs as a parting gift, and then head to mine. The ride is silent and tense, awkward. This Quinn scares me, because she just might snap if I open my mouth to ask her if she is all right or to make small talk, so I do not even try. Instead, I stare intently out the window and tap along to songs in my head until we are parked in my driveway. A sigh escapes my lips as I unbuckle, and then when I don't see her moving to do the same, I look her over in concern.
She meets my worried gaze with a blank face, "Hi."
I crack a shy smile, feeling all of a sudden timid under her focused orbs, "Hi."
"I'm sorry about losing my temper back there. Santana just get under my skin sometimes and can bring the worst out in me." She sighs, rolling her eyes, then closes them.
"I understand. Come on, I'll make us some tea." I say and encourage her to follow me inside as I open the passenger door.
She says nothing, but helps me inside (who needs crutches when you have Quinn Fabray to lean on instead?) and straight to the kitchen, where the smell of cooked food greets us.
"Hey sweetheart, I hope your girls are hungry, because we fixed enough for a small army." Daddy greets us as well from his spot snuggled up to Dad behind the bar.
I nod eagerly and tug Quinn to a seat, "Quinn is staying. I promised her some of my famous tea, so she might as well eat with us too."
"Wonderful!" He smiles at us; face lighting up happily.
We eat, drink our 'sleepy time' tea (I may or may not have kept Quinn in the dark about it) and keep conversation light. Afterwards, Dad ushers me up to bed, so I kiss them both on the cheek, and then of course drag Quinn with me upstairs to my room. It really has been a hell of a long day. My bed isn't as nice as Santana's, but it is mine, and it is more than adequate enough to sweep me away to dream land. Quinn props me up properly to help with the swelling, and I thank her with a sleepy smile. She grins at me as her fingers playfully tousle my hair; hers is sleepy too.
"Lay with me." I don't ask. I command softly.
"I should go home, Rachel, I still need to spend some time with my mom." I sadden at her words, but don't give in just yet.
Not yet.
"But you see your mom everyday. I-I think you should stay and spend time with me." I try again; hope keeping the tears at bay and my heart speeding in anticipation.
I cannot cry now, not in front of her, not like this, especially after everything that has happened today already.
"Oh, Rach, please don't cry. I'll stay, okay? I'm staying. See?" Her face softens and she hurries to pacify me before I end bursting into tears.
Once she is laid out beside me though, I feel a few tears escape anyway.
"Rachel-"
"I-I'm sorry. I think everything's catching up with me." I shut her off, whispering through trembling lips and chin, and feeling bad (embarrassed) that she has to witness me this way.
"It's okay, you just lie there and rest and I'll be right here until you fall asleep." She reassures me, cooing close to my face as she awkwardly (but effectively) thumbs over my hand.
All I can do is nod, because Quinn is willingly touching me, and not only that, but she is doing it to comfort me.
I swoon right then and there.
*xXx*
Blaring music wakes me, my 6:00am alarm going off, I groan and slap it. My head nuzzles into the pillow, soaking up its softness and warmth, and I sigh in contentment. That is until pain thuds into my foot, then I just groan and huff, now completely uncomfortable. I crack my eyes open again and look around the room, the sunrise is peeking through the curtains, making the room glow softly. When I spot the set of crutches I was given leaning against the wall by my bed, it is then that everything flows back to memory in flashes. Graduation, dog shit, Finnintheway, ankle twisting, that damn hill, angry mama duck, and blue paint. Britt, Quinn leaving, angry Santana, Quinn driving me home, Satan's house, bath, half naked Brittany, angry Santana, Quinn, ankle getting fixed, a talk with Santana, Quinn, kissing Santana, angry Quinn, Quinn in my bed. QUINN!
Oh no, no no no! I never got her number!
Tears pooling and heart racing, my eyes dart around the room, searching for the blonde beauty, only to come up just as empty as I had expected. This time, I do not even try to hold back the tears; I let them roll down my cheeks, not having it in me to care anymore. I slump into my pillows, turning my head to where she had laid right beside me last night, and my eyes close as my hand runs over the empty spot. They pop open again when my fingers land on paper, and I waste no time in yanking it up, eyes eagerly reading what it has to say.
Rachel,
I am so, so sorry that you had to go through all that shit yesterday, especially when the reason was me. I did not like seeing you hurt, hated it actually, and Santana just made everything worse. You didn't, DO NOT deserve anything that happened, especially when the reason was me. However, I have always admired your drive to succeed, and I didn't, DO NOT want to be the cause of you not getting what you want. I have already caused you so much pain, Rachel, so you not ending up with something as simple as my number after everything you have been through, just wouldn't do.
Check your splint and then text me,
Q
Wow. That is really the only thing I can think right this moment. It is amazing how so little can make you feel so much, so much that you cannot even express it. This coming from Quinn, the same Quinn Fabray who used to who hate me and torture me right along with Santana, well.. Let's just say it means the world to me. I just hope I can convey a better reaction to Quinn herself, instead of stunned silence. If I feel this way with a small note, how am I going to feel if she ever gains the nerve to apologize to my face for causing me pain all throughout high school? I can't even imagine. I do know that I cannot wait for that moment.
I fold the piece of paper up, and go to put it neatly in my bedside drawer, only to find my cell phone resting on my nightstand. I smile, quickly set the note aside, and then seize my phone. There are several texts waiting for me from my former glee mates, now friends, but instead of replying right away, I look down to my splint to retrieve Quinn's number. Another smile, this one bigger, takes over my face when I find it written vertically and facing me where I can read it easily. Her name is scrawled underneath it, along with a small heart. I put the number as a new contact, and then I open text, except, what am I supposed to say now? Ok, this cannot be that hard, this is a simple text message for God's sake! It should be easy to type out a simple hello, but this is Quinn we're talking about, so, what if she expects more?
Damn it, why am I so scared? Oh, yes, this is Quinn Fabray we're talking about.
Hi, Quinn, this is Rachel. ~ Rachel
There. That should be good enough to start with, right? My heart jumps when a buzz signals a reply not even a minute later.
I see you got my note and found my number ;) Are you happy now?~ Quinn
Yes! Though, I would be happier if she were still here.
I did, and yes, I am. Quite happy in fact. Thank you. ~ Rachel
I don't even attempt to lie, I am too happy to care. Besides, she asked, all I can do is give her a proper answer.
Great. I'm glad. I just want you to know that yesterday wouldn't have been your last chance. ~ Quinn
What does she mean? And if it means what I think it does, then that means I went through all that for-no, not nothing. Everything.
You're going to Puck's party aren't you? ~ Rachel
It is asked as a question, but I already know the answer, I can feel it.
Yes. I wasn't there last time because I babysat Beth for your mom. This time the party is at my place. ~ Quinn
Well, that is good reason for not showing up. I thought she had just partied herself out. Luckily, that is not the case.
You were hurt for nothing, Rachel. I feel so bad, God, you don't even know. I am so sorry. ~ Quinn
She is so very wrong, me getting hurt was nothing compared to the feeling of finally seeing her face to face.
You are wrong. It was worth everything. And I would do it all over again. ~ Rachel
Why, Rachel? I'm not worth a sprained ankle, and I sure as hell am not worth you risking your life for me. ~ Quinn
Her question is valid, I too would wonder the same thing if our roles were reversed, but to me she is worth it. Even if she does not understand that yet.
Quinn, this is too heavy of a conversation to have in text form. I prefer to talk with you in person. ~ Rachel
However, I will say one more thing I cannot hold back. To me, you 'are' worth it. ~ Rachel
I have no idea how she is going to react, but I hope it is not to freak out and ignore me. I'm putting myself out there after all…
Rachel, you just… Ugh. You mystify me at every turn, and I cannot for the life of me figure you out. ~ Quinn
Btw, I agree about talking in person. You're coming to the party, right? ~ Quinn
At least I'm not being ignored because of my honesty… I do have to giggle at the fact that I 'mystify' Quinn Fabray so much.
Yes. I wouldn't miss it for the world. ~ Rachel
Oh? I didn't peg Rachel Berry to be a hardcore partier. ~ Quinn
I laugh, because, really, how often does she try to peg me? Does she think of me that much? As much as I think of her? Ha! That right there is highly unlikely. Besides, her thoughts seem to be about figuring me out, and while I do the same with her, my thoughts also run deeper. Mushier. More romantic and futuristic. As in, I think on what life would be like if she were mine. Forever.
Hardly. I merely meant that I would not miss it because of you. Because you will be there. ~ Rachel
In hindsight, I probably shouldn't have sent her that, she will most likely read it, raise that sexy brow, and then over think my words. Question them and their meaning. Also, it reads flirtier than I intended. Not that I intended flirting with her at all, because, you know, I didn't. Maybe she won't notice that aspect, - the flirty overtones- and instead focus more on what I had meant.
The party starts at 8pm, see you in 3 days, Berry. ~ Quinn
Shit, I think I may have gone too far, she went back to Berry. Oh well, I did get somewhere with her, at least. Maybe at the party we can talk more, that is if she lets me speak to her after only having her number for less than an hour, and already inserting foot into mouth. I will not give up though; I can't, not now. Not ever.
Yes, you certainly will. Have a wonderful day, Quinn. ~ Rachel
You too. ~ Quinn
Annnd conversation over.
Despite the iffy outcome of our talk, I smile, in just three days, I will see the blonde angel who has stolen my heart, and I will again get the chance to up my game. I'll try harder and will make sure that she knows how I feel - as a friend - by the end of the night. My mind reels with the possibilities, good ones and not so good ones. I do have to be prepared for anything…
Goal: Say hi and get Quinn Fabray's number is accomplished.
Goal: Talk to Quinn and (for the 10th million time) offer her my hand in marri…err…friendship.
No need to get ahead of myself. One-step at a time, and by the time I reach the finish line - which feels so damn far away - my Queen of hearts will (officially) be mine.