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Why does time always actually the opposite that you want it to? Four days, that's all I had to wait and it seems to be taking forever, I cannot deal. Two days left, two days until mine and Rachel's date, and I'll finally explain all this to her. I've been so anxious that I've basically planned everything, I just hope she likes it.

…...

'Hey, Quinn. What the hell do you think you're doing?' Well look who it is, the big freaking giant.

'Finn...What are you talking about?' annoying him right now would probably not be the greatest of things.

'Rachel's my girlfriend and you can't just take her on a date.' Is he really that delusional?

'Finn, Rachel broke up with you, you have no right to decide who she dates.'

'Oh, she'll come back to me , she always does and since when did you join the pride parade? Huh? You know she'll never like you, right? You can't possibly think that Rachel or anyone for that matter could like you. The girl that got pregnant whilst cheating on her boyfriend and who bullied everyone whilst secretly checking out the cheerios, oh or the girl that went punk for a little this year or that went crazy and tried to steal someone's baby or the girl that's in the wheelchair. Please, no one will ever go near you and coming out of the closet is not going to change that.' He practically shouted every word, I guess he does have a thing for outing people. Arse.

I was surprised that Finn was even able to string that amount of words together never mind that they actually made sense. Of course they made sense, who was I kidding thinking that I could win Rachel over whilst in this chair or after everything I've done?

….

'Hey, Q. What are you doing in the toilets?' Santana voice came softly from outside the stall door.

'Please will you just leave?' I tried to hide the tears from my voice but Santana could obviously tell.

'Just open the door please.' I unlocked it, reluctantly. She opened it and gasped a little when she saw me on the floor, quickly lifting me up and placing me sat up against the wall then sitting beside me and pulling me into a hug. 'I heard what happened.'

'Oh.' Was all I could say.

' Yeah, you shouldn't let him get to you. He's just defensive because he knows that he won't get Rachel back and you will get her.' she wrapped her arm around my shoulder for comfort and it helped a little.

'She won't, I was fooling myself this will never work.' I could feel the tears starting again but I held them back.

'Q...We'll show you, your date's tomorrow, right?' She suddenly sounded very positive, it was unsettling.

'Yeah.'

'That means we still have two days to continue the plan, my little speech in glee was a big step, she didn't deny the fact that you and her could be a couple. Come on Q, she likes you just let me prove it to you, please.'

'Alright.'

'We're really going to have to step up the game though, starting in glee club. I'll bring up the assignment and have everyone needs to try harder in someone long ended Rachel style rant and you'll have the perfect opportunity to act more like Brit and I, you know... bring it without getting hurt.'

'Okay, thank-you S, you really are saving me lately.' We're closer than we were before, we didn't dare talk about our feelings before.

'Yeah, well I've been there. It sucks, constantly second guessing yourself but if you don't take a risk you won't get your girl.'

'I guess you're right.' When wasn't she?

'And forget about the whole public thing, your dad's gone, right? You don't go to church any more and no one else fucking matters, I'll go crazy on anyone who says a word.'

'Thanks. Can we go? Glee's about to start.' She stood up, picking me up and putting me up and into my chair, easily, the girl is scary strong.

….

'Mr. Shue could I possibly say something? And then I would like to perform a song especially selected for my new girlfriend, Brittany.'

'Sure, Santana. Away you go.' Grin firmly in place. A look of pride filled his face, probably because Santana was actually taking part in the assignment.

'So I'm very disappointed in all of you, as stand in co-captain of the glee club I feel that most of you haven't even tried trying to be your characters and it's just very sad because was trying to show us all something when setting the task. What it's like to other people...' Her voice faded into the background as I focused on Rachel who was sat next to me, attention still on Santana.

I slowly slide my hand into hers, she smiled still facing the front, and then she intertwined our fingers and grasped tightly to my hand. I've finally decided that I died and went to heaven, how could it be hell with an angel like Rachel sat beside me?

I leant close to her ear and whispered 'I really want to step this up. Meet me on the bleachers at lunch?' She just nodded, looking hopelessly flushed. Oh, Berry is totally hot for me if nothing else. Instead of pulling fully away, I leant my head on her shoulder and put both our hands on her lap. She blushed, maybe this was easier than I thought.

….

I slowly wheeled to the bleachers, taking my time, trying not to look eager even though Rachel was definitely already there. As I turned the corner and looked over to the seats, I didn't see anyone sat there, no beautiful brunette, no one.

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I needed the one person I knew would even consider my request.

I need a lift, please?

The response was almost immediate.

Meet me at my car.

Already there.

I saw her approaching not two minutes later. She just hugged me not saying a word and lifted me into the car and tuck her seat next to me.

'I'll call school and tell them you're taking me to physiotherapy.' I quickly entered the number and told them our excuses.

'If we're really skipping then I'm actually taking you to therapy, we have to start on this walking thing, right?'

'Okay.' I need to walk for Rachel, I'll prove to her that I can do this for her.

Not a single word was spoken the rest of the drive.

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'Do you even understand how painful this is?' I said it partly because this hurt like freaking hell but mostly to make her feel bad. She was moving my legs up and down trying to 'simulate the muscles' or something, I don't know.

'Jesus Q, cool yourself. We can stop if you want?' She didn't really sound annoyed though.

'No it's fine you know, no pain no gain.' I have to do this, if I stand a chance at ever getting Rachel then I need to do that, stand.

'Right.'

….

The session went well the feeling in my legs is definitely still there if nothing else, there's still no movement but the doctor said I haven't used the muscles in awhile so it's normal and I just needed to stretch them more so that's what Santana did. We're now sat on Santana's bed, heads at opposite ends. We haven't spoke much, her giving me time to process without being alone.

'What happened, Q?' She finally asked.

'She wasn't there.' I muttered, she nodded gently.

'Where?'

'I asked her to meet me at the bleachers at lunch and she wasn't there.'

'Well, maybe she had to do something.' Her reply made sense but I wasn't buying it.

'When is Berry ever late?'

'Quinn, you can't base everything on her not being there once.'

'I basically admitted it to her and she just..'

'Did you say the words? Did you make it so obvious that it couldn't mean anything else?'

'...No.'

'Look, I know how it is, Brittany, remember?'

'Tell me what happened? How you dealt with it?'

'What I realised is why I'm such a bitch all the time, I'm a bitch because I'm angry, I'm angry because I have all these feelings. Feelings for you... It went on for awhile and she basically said that she loved me and Artie and that she couldn't break up with me but if she was single she'd be with me. It sucked like I prayed to Jesus, sucked, well no but you get my point. I'm pretty sure you get the feeling. I think she loves you but maybe she's scared or I don't know just talk to her, tell her at least then you tried. Saying all that to her after everything and her rejecting me was humiliating but I wouldn't change it, I told her so she knew and when she broke up with four eyes, we talked and look at us now. '

'You really remember what you said?' I was shocked to say the very least.

'Every word.' She said simply.

'It's hard, I couldn't say something like that.'

'You can, we just have to change the game a little maybe make her admit some things too.'

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Day Two, trying to get Rachel.

I texted Rachel last night to ask if she was still picking me up, a simple 'yes' as a reply. Brittany and Santana arrived about five minutes before Rachel pulled up outside the house.

'Oh, hello. Quinn, I was hoping to talk to you, privately.' Her voice was sad and I know it was about why she didn't show up to the bleachers yesterday.

'Sorry, we'll talk later, lunch maybe? Or is that too much of a commitment?' I couldn't help myself, I was still hurt.

'Save your bitch fight for later, I was hoping we could get our friendships on? No? Okay, it's just such a shame, you know now that your sexual tension is now undeniable and all that.' She was being so obviously straight away, I'm not surprised.

'Santana, what did you just say?' Rachel sounded panicked.

'It's just you and Q have had an unbelievably large amount of sexual tension since the moment you met and I thought it was finally going to be taken care of. I can just about stand your clothing choices lately but if you and Quinn were a couple, it'd be totally hot.' Rachel only seemed to grow red and sat stiffly in her seat.

'Yeah, really hot, we even named you Faberry so it's kind of already official that you're dating.' Brittany added.

I just sat back and watched Rachel become more and more flushed. She began looking at me for help but saw my very relaxed face and she looked even more confused.

'Quinn...' She seeked help.

'They're just messing with you because they want us to get together so we all can...get together.' I raised my eyebrows to make it obvious what I meant.

'That's never going to happen!' she looked shocked, it probably wasn't safe to do this to someone who was driving. ' I mean the all of us stuff, not the me and you stuff' she corrected, thankfully. 'Wait...I just said that, didn't I?' She blushed again.

A smile met my face. 'Pretty much. Nice to know the offers there, Rach.' This was going better than expected.

'Well...I...It is.' I smirked, that was admittance if I do say so myself.

'It's Friday today, Rach.' With that, Santana lifted me out of the car and wheeled me into school Brittany following closely behind.

…...

I decided that I would still go through with my plan for our date, just that Santana got one of the cheerios to deliver all of my messages so it was a bit more mysterious.

A gold star, simple but representative of so much, with a simple message engraved into the back of it.

To My Love.

The second message was simply on a piece of pink paper which was dropped into her bag.

If I could write you words that could truly express what you mean to me then I would write them forever but I was never really a poet, so please just accept these words as they are and if you could accept me too, as I am then I could want nothing more. My heart could not be fuller than if you were to fully understand the way it beats, as it beats for you. My life could not be any richer than if you were to tell me that you feel the way too, as I feel for you.

You're truly perfect.

Of course these messages weren't marked from mine but the more mystery than the better, right? And it kind of helped with the next one because I didn't really want to get into trouble.

Every computer in the school read the words in bold gold text for a whole hour, no one knowing how it had happened. The student body were grateful for getting out of a whole lesson because of all the panic.

Ten Reasons That Rachel Berry Is Perfect.

She looks beautiful today and every other day I have seen her.

Her voice still takes my breath away.

She is the most inspiring person I have ever met.

She has so much passion that it rubs off on everyone around her.

She is so confident in herself that it almost makes me cry sometimes because I could never feel that way about myself.

I could trust her with my darkest secrets and my life.

She smells like heaven.

If she knows what she wants she tries her hardest to have it.

She's always making me a better person.

She doesn't apologise for her ambition.

The next message was printed on a thousand balloons which were released in the school assembly which was basically just a Cheerios performance. Coach Sylvester was not impressed, that's for sure. The rest of the school went crazy though, proof of the rumours circulating school.

Miss Rachel Berry,

Am I still picking you up at seven for our date?

I hope you got your other 'gifts'.

Love from,

Quinn Fabray x

The last message was one word simply written in icing on a vegan strawberry cupcake, I rolled silently beside her in the dinner hall and placed it in front of her and her face instantly lit up, turning to face me.

So?

'Yes.' She pulled me onto her lap and hugged me so tightly that I really couldn't breath, she loosened her grip after a few seconds so I could breath. 'You're so amazing Quinn, thank-you.' She kissed my cheek.

'It's no big deal.' I smirked still on her lap, her arms around me and mine around her neck.

'It is, I don't think anyone in the history of the planet has put that much effort into confirming a date that was already arranged.' She chuckled.

'Well, I think it said a bit more than that, don't you think?' I raised one eyebrow at her.

'Yes, we can talk about it tonight on our date though, right?' She sounded unsure for a second, looking for reassurance.

'Yes.' I laughed.

'So, we're not going to a movie or something that otherwise doesn't avoid conversation?'

'It's a surprise, Rach.' she pouted at my answer. 'But no we're not going to a movie. You really think after doing all that, that I'd take you to a movie?'

'No.' Her smile was breathtaking, I've only seen this smile once before and that was when I admitted we were 'kind of' friends.

I didn't bother to respond I just rested my head on her shoulder, happy that she at least accepted my feelings for her although her behaviour did kind of say that she liked me to.

….

We didn't share our last two classes so we parted ways after lunch, agreeing to meet by Rachel's locker after school so she could give me a lift home.

'I gotta say Q, I didn't think you had the balls. That was awesome.' She smiled at me as we sat in History class.

'I sent her some private messages as well.' I smiled back.

'I hope they were hot Q, that girl got some serious potential.' She winked at me.

'Why is everything always about sex with you?' Most of the conversations we have, she has to bring up sex in one way or another.

'Sex is good, Q.' She really needs to stop smirking at everything she says.

The only time I'd...done that was with Puck and it was horrible like I just want to sit in a corner and cry bad and then the whole Beth thing and yeah, sex is not good for me. I'm sure Rachel would be a whole different story though.

'Woah, wait! You've only ever had sex with Puck! That sucks, you really need to gets your Berry kisses on.' I couldn't say I disagreed with her but did she have to be so loud about it?

'Alright, now stop.' I'd had enough of talking about sex and Mr. Collins the History teacher was starting to get annoyed.

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Thinking of a date idea that's original when you live in Lima is one of the most difficult things I've ever done and I guess what I thought of isn't very original but it's the best I could do whilst in this chair.

I'm at her door, wearing what I can say is the worst outfit anyone has ever worn but I knock on the door at exactly seven. I've never been this nervous in my life.

Two seconds later and the door swings open and a grinning, almost bouncing brunette stands in front of me.

'Hey.' She says softly.

'You look... wow.' because the girl is wearing a dress that I can only describe as wow and it's short enough to get the full effect of her legs that go on for years but still long enough for her to look classy and yeah, wow.

'I wasn't aware that 'wow' was a proper description but thank-you, you look amazing too.' She comments on my black skinny jeans, black shirt and fake leather jacket.

'I didn't know what to wear and I just... I don't know, I didn't want to clash with whatever you were wearing.'

'So you went with black.' She smirked.

'Yeah, I went with black.' I giggled softly.

She leaned into me and whispered in my ear . 'It's hot.' I swear this girl is going to kill me.

She kissed my cheek as she pulled away. I nearly chocked, on nothing. Smooth. 'Umm...we should go.' I muttered out still getting over what just happened.

'So, do you want me to drive or...?'

'We're walking if that's okay? It's not that far away and my first and best idea kind of involved that but it's not really possible with the chair.' I had actually cried when I remembered that I was in the chair and couldn't take her where I wanted to.

'It's fine. You'll just have to take me on another date when you're walking again.'

'Confident much?' I was surprised she was so confident that I would walk again but joked about the fact that she knew there would be a second date.

'Very much so, I'm pretty sure it's on the list of the 'Ten Reasons Rachel Berry Is Perfect.'

I instantly blushed. 'Oh my god, that was so cheesy, wasn't it?'

'Yeah, but it's kind of the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me, all the gifts or messages were amazing. I'm just confused how you did it all?' She asked seriously.

'Oh, I'm Quinn Fabray, I have my ways.'

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