Author's Note: Sorry everyone for the lack of updates recently. I'm not going for the full details, but it's just been a little rough recently, and I've been unable to get online. Hopefully by the end of this week I'll be back to my regular updates. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter!
- These texts are Kurt. These texts are Rachel. These texts are Quinn.
Chapter Ten:
Kurty!
Rachel you are completely aware I am not fond of that nickname. What do you want?
What are you doing this Saturday? I'm in desperate need for some girl time and I have a tap dancing competition that I'd love for you to attend and afterwards we can come back to my house and have a night in or something like that?
What time does the competition start?
It starts at three and it probably won't get over until around five.
Damn! If only it were a few hours earlier. My dad is forcing me to have a brother bonding day with Finn and we are supposed to be hanging out at four and we have to get in a maximum of three hours together otherwise we are both grounded. It's super gay and that is me talking.
Ouch, that sucks. I'm sorry.
Exactly! How am I supposed to entertain myself with Finn of all people, for three goddamn hours? My father is going insane! INSANE!
Calm down Kurt.
I am calm! But all the same, I'm sorry I can't join you at your competition. Good luck and break a leg. Well not literally because, you will be dancing and if you break a leg, that will really suck.
Well thank you Kurt, I'll attempt not to break a leg. But no promises. ;)
Good. Why don't you ask a certain blonde that you are swooning over to join you?
Quinn?
No, Brittany.
I was just clarifying! You don't have to be so harsh! And dancing isn't really Quinn's thing. She wouldn't be interested.
You never know until you ask her.
I'll think about it.
No! You can't think about it because you'll start second guessing yourself and you'll end up not asking her, so text her right now missy and ask her if she wants to go. Then you have to text me back with the details.
I don't know.
Do it! Otherwise I'll march over to your house and take that phone you have and do it myself.
Fine, fine.
Tell me what she says!
I will!
Hi Quinn! I've got a life or death question for you!
Dramatic as always, huh Rach? And what is it? :)
What are you doing this Saturday?
Hmmm, I believe my schedule is pretty free. Why do you ask?
Well... I know it's not really your type of thing but I have a tap dancing competition and I was wondering if you'd like to come and cheer me on. In order to be the best I can be, I need to have some moral support there, and Kurt usually is my go to person for this type of thing but he is unavailable, and we haven't hung out since the dance so I was thinking you should come along! And afterwards my dads were thinking of ordering some pizza and playing board games. Y'know, typical Berry family stuff.
That sounds like a lot of fun! I'd love to go Rachel!
Really?
Yes, really, silly duck. What time?
It starts at three, but the competition probably won't get over until five and then you could stay at my house as long as you'd like afterwards.
Sounds great, I can't wait. :)
Me either Quinn. :)
Well I'll see you then, bye!
Bye!
What did blondie say?
She said yes.
Your love is meant to be.
Oh please.
You have to tell me how your date goes.
Kurt, it's not a date. It's merely a get together between two friends.
Rachel.
Yes?
Quit being blind.
I am not! Quinn is as straight as a line and I'm as straight as a circle for her, it's never going to work!
She looks at you like you are a piece of meat!
You are obviously the blind one!
I'm sorry that I ship Faberry okay! I want you two to be together.
Faberry? Really?
I was thinking about it the other day. Catchy huh?
You are insane. It's never going to happen. Quinn is going to grow up someday, marry some hunky guy and have beautiful blonde babies. One of her babies will grow up to be totally athletic, the other one will be a big giant nerd in school, and the third one will be a mommy's girl. They'll run around the house with mud on their bodies and their blonde hair will be sticking up in every direction just like hers when she wakes up. And I will be living in New York somewhere, with Quinn occasionally crossing my mind, but other than that, I will be happy! We are just friends.
When are you going to stop lying to yourself?
I never will stop lying to myself. Because, it's true Kurt. At least the first half. She'll marry somebody and have beautiful babies, but I'll always be hung up over her in New York somewhere. And when I get married all I will think about when I'm kissing my husband or wife is that I wish it was Quinn. But that's never going to happen. Even if Quinn was gay, you and I both know she'd never admit it to herself. She cares to much about what everyone thinks and what her parents would do to her. So therefore, I'm always going to be hung up over her, while she moves on. So just let me live in my little lie, okay?
Okay, Rachel. Okay. But just one more thing.
What Kurt?
I'm always going to ship Faberry.
"Baby you're a fireeeeeee-worrrrrrk! Come on let's you colooooooors burst!"
Rachel was convinced Quinn was on some sort of new medication because she could not stop singing at the top of her lungs. They had been in the car for literally five minutes and the blonde had started wailing the soon as her butt hit the cushion of the backseat.
Rachel glanced at her fathers in the front seat who had a hint of amusement laced in their eyes.
"Quinn," Rachel interrupted over the horrendous vocals that were coming from the blonde sitting next to her.
The blonde wasn't even attempting to sing well.
The girl sounded like she had stepped on cat's tail, except she was the cat.
Quinn paused her loud singing for a second to glance at Rachel skeptically, one trademark eyebrow raising.
"How did you make it in glee club?" The brunette teased, grinning from ear to ear.
"Oh shut up!" Quinn retorted back, punching Rachel lightly in the arm and letting her hand drop to graze against Rachel's hand, which stopped the brunette's laughter for a fraction of a second.
Leroy glanced in the rear view mirror and glared at Rachel sternly, "Rachel Berry! Don't be rude to our guest!"
Rachel rolled her eyes, "It's just Quinn."
The two men glanced at each other then back at the blonde to see the girl wasn't affected before they started laughing and while they were in joyous laughter together, Rachel felt a cool hand slide and down and poke hers.
Rachel licked her lips and felt her heart accelerate and she glanced at the blonde who was smiling at her before nodding south towards their hands that were sitting next to each other.
She cocked her eyebrow up, curious as to what Quinn was trying to say without really saying anything.
And then the blonde made her heart melt and slid her own hand into Rachel's clenching the tiny fingers in her hand lightly and grazing one smooth thumb over her knuckles.
Rachel stared at their joint hands for a second, her thoughts racing of one mere sentence, and that was 'Holy shitballs, Quinn Fabray is holding my hand.'
Holding her hand for no reason other than she wanted to hold her hand.
And while she was melting in a warm puddle of passion, she didn't even notice her dads gazing at her through the rear view mirror with knowing looks on their faces.
She had changed into her recital leotard and her tap shoes were laced onto her feet and she could see the other dancers in her peripheral vision, but she ignored them and focused on her traditional motivation speech she did in her head before any big performance.
Normally, she wasn't as nervous to just preform a small dance number in a group of people.
But she was because, this wasn't just any normal audience.
This audience held one person that could affect the way Rachel preformed.
Quinn.
Rachel didn't find it odd that no one else seemed to be talking to themselves beside her.
Every good performer had a motivational speech ready.
And Rachel Berry did.
She was to busy talking to herself to notice Quinn walking up beside her until the blonde tapped her shoulder and was leaning close to her behind the dark curtain that shielded them from the audience.
The announcer was just beginning to say the name of the next act and Rachel jumped into the air at the sight of the blonde.
"Quinn!" Rachel hissed, clutching her leotard, "You're not supposed to be here."
"I know." Quinn grinned mischievously, "I just wanted to wish you good luck. Kill it superstar."
And before the brunette could reply the blonde was leaning forward and kissing her cheek before taking off in a dead sprint back towards the backstage door.
Rachel was awestruck and she barely noticed her group's name being called until the girl behind her was shoving her angrily towards the curtains.
As she walked out onto the stage, her hand was clutching her cheek and she could still feel Quinn's lips on it.
She wasn't even aware of what she was doing as she moved onto her choreographed spot, the bright lights nearly blinding her.
She blindly searched the seats that had been laid out and noticed her fathers and Quinn silently slipping into one of the seats, a wide gleaming smile on her face as she gave Rachel a quick thumbs up before smoothing down her jeans and sitting further back in the seat to watch.
When the soft melody of the instruments began playing, Rachel swallowed loudly and shut her eyes for a brief second before opening them and finding those hazel eyes in the crowded room.
Her feet moved without her even making them, she was solely focused on Quinn.
She wasn't aware of her actions.
It wasn't that much of a shock because, Rachel should have known by then she was never aware of what she was doing when Quinn was watching her.
She went up onto the tiptoes of her feet and did a quad pirouette, and landed firmly at the flat surface of her feet before she felt a masculine figure come up behind her and brace her up onto his right shoulder.
She lifted her arms up and pointed them inwards towards each other and lifted up just gently as to put off her weight on the boy who was holding her up.
When the man placed her back in her spot, she extended her legs to perform the next move the battement tendu.
But she wasn't aware she was doing any of this.
All she was aware of was Quinn's hazel, unblinking eyes, that were piercing into her own from the seats.
And then with a final triple pirouette they were done and floating off the stage.
Rachel was rushed back to the back room and her dance instructor came in the back room where most of the girls were and announced how the next half hour would go. They would wait until all the other acts performed, numerous amounts of them from different counties in the area. And then they would come out for the judging, and when they announced who won, if they won they'd collect their trophies and medals and then perform another act right then and there.
They had ten minutes to relax before they went out for the judges announcements.
Rachel made her way to one of the many dressing rooms and plopped herself down into one of the couches, reaching for her phone in her purse and ignoring the sounds of the girls chattering around her.
Rachel Berry, you did great. ;)
She grinned at the text, and she bit her lip just imagining Quinn sitting less than hundred feet away from where she was, expectantly waiting for her reply.
Thank you my lady. I tried my hardest for you.
She nibbled on her nail beds waiting anxiously for a reply.
You blew me away. I'm speechless Rachel. You are one of the most flawless people I've ever had the pleasure meeting.
Thanks Quinn. Love ya!
She had to say it.
Even if it was in a friendly way.
It meant more than what she typed out but she figured Quinn didn't need to know all the gruesome details of her undying love.
I love you more, Rachel Berry. Knock my socks off once again in a few minutes when your academy wins. I'll be the loudest one out there. :)
And Rachel vowed to knock her socks off.
"You are literally the most talented person I've ever met in my whole entire life, Rachel Berry." Quinn sighed loudly as she sank back into Rachel's bed with a loud audible plop.
Rachel grinned sheepishly and dug her top set of teeth into her lower lip as she stood next to the bed, staring down at the blonde whose hair was splayed out across her pillow.
Her group had ended up placing first in the competition and they came up with a quick tap dancing number for the audience, which most definitely pleased the crowd, and they got a standing ovation. But overall Quinn's loud shouts and claps over rang everybody else in the entire building.
Rachel had smiled proudly and held up her flowers high as Quinn stared at her, pride flooding her hazel orbs.
And then they were home with her fathers fixing dinner beneath them, and Quinn sprawled out on her bed, a relaxed smile on her face as she stared up at Rachel, her arms behind her head.
"C'mere." The blonde breathed while Rachel fiddled with her fingernails.
The simple word struck Rachel's heart as it was the word Quinn had used to beckon Rachel the night they shared one of the most intimate kisses of her life.
She hesitatingly made her way over towards the edge of the bed and crouched down a little towards the bed but not sinking onto it.
Quinn chuckled, rolling her eyes and reached out her arms to practically yank Rachel onto the bed next to her.
She giggled nervously as the blonde's arms settled around her.
She could feel the girl's breath tickling the top of her head. She felt the girls sock-clad feet rubbing against her legs as her own legs intertwined with Quinn's. She felt the blonde's forearms flex as she gripped the brunette tighter towards her and after a split second of hesitation Rachel relaxed and slowly moved one arm around Quinn's waist and gripped the blonde's shirt up in a fist.
She snuggled in further and her nose touched the blonde's shoulder and she breathed in the delicious scent that was Quinn Fabray.
One of the blonde's arms was settled behind her neck and holding her in a comfortable position and Rachel felt special to know that she was, in basic terms, cuddling with Quinn Fabray.
And it only got better as the blonde raised her free hand and brought it up to push Rachel's bangs back behind her ears, all the while with a soft smile on her face.
"You're so bea-" Quinn started but was cut off by Rachel groaning.
"Don't-" Rachel muttered, ducking her head further into the crook of Quinn's neck and shoulder so the blonde couldn't see her expression, "don't say I'm beautiful."
"And why not?" Quinn growled, ducking her head to try and get a glimpse of Rachel's blushing face.
"Just don't." Rachel's reply was muffled by Quinn's shirt.
Part of her would have loved to hear Quinn say it. Her heart would have skipped a beat, she would have felt like she was on cloud nine.
But the other part of her couldn't deal with it. Because, after Quinn would say it all she would want to do is lean in and kiss the living daylights out of the blonde.
"Hey-" Quinn's voice was soothing and she felt a rough hand grip her chin and force her face north until she was staring into sympathetic but honest hazel orbs, "hey, Rach, look at me."
Oh she was definitely looking.
"You are beautiful-" Quinn's voice rang with sincerity, "you are one of the most beautiful things I've ever laid eyes on."
Oh god, her heart was thumping loudly.
Her senses escalated by the thousands.
The tiny hint of moisture on the edge of Quinn's lower lip.
The red tint to Quinn's cheeks.
The little freckles she had across the bridge of her nose.
The tiniest dimple she had on only one of her cheeks.
The way her bottom lip was a fraction of a centimeter plumper than her upper lip.
The way her eyebrows had a perfect arc to them.
The flakes of green hidden in her eyes.
The tiniest hint of a scar on the bridge of her nose.
The way her cheeks had some childish rounds to them.
She could see Quinn's eyes flickering down to her lips before back towards her eyes.
And then the blonde was shifting closer.
Holy fuck.
Holy fuck.
Holy fuck.
Sober Quinn was about to kiss Rachel.
Sober.
Sober.
Sober.
Her thoughts were racing as the blonde seemed to be having a mental war behind her eyes but she still got closer and she felt a thumb swipe across her cheek. She felt the blonde's breath wash across her face. She felt the bridge of Quinn's nose touch hers, they were millimeters aw-
"Dinner is ready!"
Quinn leaped away from Rachel and nearly toppled off the bed.
Rachel would have laughed under any other situation, but she was so damn close and she was frustrated, horny, and sad. And all she could do was look at Quinn dumbfounded.
"Uhh-" Quinn stuttered, "I'll see you downstairs."
And faster than the wind the blonde was gone down the stairs.
"What letters are not included in ?" Hiram piped up, tucking the card into his sleeve before glancing at Leroy and mouthing, 'we are so gonna win this.'
Rachel glanced at Quinn a smile on her face and nodded as if to say they had this game in the bag.
After they had eaten a healthy vegan dinner, they had sat down in the living room and started playing some family board games. They were currently on their third board game and they were in a dead tie.
Rachel assumed the men had cheated, but Hiram and Leroy won the first game and Quinn and Rachel had won the second.
With this final game they were on the second to last question to see if they would win, and seeing as Quinn and Rachel were both very competitive teenage girls, they needed to win.
Quinn grinned and shook her head to allow the brunette to go first.
"B." Rachel muttered, giving Quinn an encouraging nod as she flicked her tongue out at her fathers.
Quinn bit on her bottom lip and glanced at the men skeptically, "H?" She muttered, more as a question rather than a statement.
The men nodded, their eyebrows narrowing together in unison.
"Gili-jili-gili," Rachel muttered under hear breath, cocking her eyebrows up at Quinn, "J?"
Once again the men frowned and nodded solemnly.
"M." Quinn breathed quickly, seeing it was one of the easier letters.
"N!" Rachel said, touching her fist to Quinn's.
They so had this.
"Q!" Quinn shot back.
"V." Rachel said, slamming her fists down on the table and gloating her obvious win in her fathers faces.
"W." Quinn said, slamming her own fists on the table tauntingly.
"Y. We won, we won!" Rachel chanted.
"Z." Quinn said simply and then the two girls turned to each other and high-fived.
The men let them cheer loudly for a second before grinning at each other and crossing their arms over their chest.
Seeing there amused grins, Rachel stopped her teasing for a split second before frowning, "What?"
"You've got one letter left." The men glowered, and Rachel groaned glancing at Quinn who gave her a confused look.
"Do you have any idea what it is?" Rachel asked.
"No clue." The blonde replied sadly.
"Supercal-kal-cal-kal-" She cut herself off, "Quinn it's either a K or a C!"
Quinn mouthed the word silently and then her eyes opened, "It's K."
Shit.
That wasn't what Rachel thought it was.
"I thought it was C."
Quinn tilted her head sideways and shook her head no.
Rachel felt the need to be stubborn, "I don't want to lose this game just because you think it's K when it probably is C."
"Oh please-" Quinn snorted, "I don't want to lose because of you."
"You won't! I know what I'm doing." Rachel retorted.
"Rachel-" Quinn grunted, "It's K, just trust me, please. Say K."
They argued for a second longer and ignored the looks the men were giving them from across the floor. They were completely amused by the girls arguing, almost as if they were like an old elderly couple fighting over what sitcom they wanted to watch in the nursing home.
"Trust me, Rach." Quinn pleaded, widening those dazzling hazel orbs and Rachel felt her argument weakening.
She could trust Quinn.
God, if she was going to lose this game it was almost worth it with the pleading look the blonde was giving her. She looked so innocent and puppy-like.
What she did for love was way over her head.
"K." Rachel muttered, glancing at the men.
"Dammit!" They both hollered slamming their hands down on the table and yelling.
"This is rigged!"
"This is cheap!"
"You guys should have lost that!"
And all while they were screaming in defeat, Quinn was leaping over the board and hugging Rachel.
They didn't even care they had another question to answer. They were just happy that they had won that round, purely by teamwork.
"You're welcome." Quinn muttered dryly in Rachel's ear before pulling away while Rachel rolled her eyes and pushed her bangs out of her eyes.
"Last question-" Leroy grunted and he scanned over the card in his hand, "oh this is bullshit."
Easy question!
They had won.
It was done for.
"Read it ole' man!" Quinn yelped, grinning mischievously.
"What are the eight major scales called?" Leroy hissed angrily.
Rachel grinned, even if Quinn didn't know she sure as hell did.
"Do!"
"Re!"
"Mi!"
"Fa!"
"So!"
"La!"
"Ti!"
"Do!"
They finished in unison before Quinn slapped her hand down on the board and stood up screaming at the top of her lungs that the youngsters had beaten the old men.
"That's what you get!" Quinn shouted, pointing her finger at Leroy and Hiram before leaping over the board and tackling Rachel into the ground.
They were to busy in their fits and giggles to notice the men groaning.
"Thanks for coming again." Rachel murmured shyly as she stuffed her hands in her pockets and slowly made her way up towards Quinn's front door.
It was nearing midnight, an hour past Quinn's curfew, but the blonde didn't seem to care as she turned and faced Rachel a close-lipped smile on her face.
"Thanks for inviting me-" Quinn breathed, taking a step forward into Rachel's personal space, "trust me, I thoroughly enjoyed spending time with you today."
The simple conviction held so much meaning that the brunette ducked her head shyly and felt heat invade her cheeks.
The blonde took another step forward and without warning stuck her own hands in Rachel's jacket pockets and reached for the hands stuffed snugly inside them.
They stood there for a second longer just enjoying each others heat and shy glances.
Rachel was focused on keeping her heartbeat at a normal level due to the fact that she could feel Quinn ever so slightly running her fingers along Rachel's own.
"I better get inside." Quinn said after a beat longer.
"Yeah." Rachel muttered, feeling sad at the thought.
Quinn nodded and squeezed Rachel's hand once before taking her hands out of the pocket and bringing her arms up and around Rachel's shoulders and hugging her tightly.
It took Rachel a moment to respond but when she did, she wrapped her arms around the blonde's tiny waist equally as tight and lifted the blonde up off the ground ever so slightly as the girl giggled in her ear.
She set her back down and reluctantly pulled away to the blonde staring at her, her face holding a red tint to it.
"Bye." Quinn murmured.
"Bye." Rachel said, as the blonde turned, hesitated for a second before turning back around and placing a quick kiss to the brunette's cheek before quickly hurrying and opening the front door, giving the brunette a tentative wave and slamming the door shut.
The brunette smiled smugly as she had noticed the blonde's blush darkening right before she shut the door.
She could still feel Quinn's lips on her cheek and she sighed, bringing her hand up to the spot and groaning.
God, she loved that girl.