Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of the characters unfortunately.
It's been two weeks and I apologise but I really wanted to get this chapter right so I hope it has been worth the wait.
Hopefully this should answer everybody's questions about Quinn, her feelings, where she has been and why she left in the first place. I really hope I did the situation justice.
Enjoy!
When I Deserve You
Chapter Eleven
A frenzy of arm flailing, and body's colliding had left Rachel in a complete daze. She couldn't tell if she was coming or going, let alone figure out why she hadn't high-fived the floor with her face. It took the brunette almost an entire minute just to try and figure out why she could feel a strip of warmth wrapped around her waist. Confusion slowly ebbed away until suddenly everything came flooding back to her.
Quinn had broken her fall. But did she really need to pull her close. That close?
She took a deep breath. Her mind whirred as she tried to gather her thoughts together not having realised just how close Quinn had managed to pull her to herself. Having her fall broken by Quinn's arm wrapped around her waist was one thing, but having the ridge of her nose tickled by the blonde's steady and warm exhalations was something so far beyond comprehension the brunette was convinced she'd need a telescope to see it.
Two inches separated the pair's eyes and an even smaller gap between the pair's lips. Rachel wracked her brain trying to think of anything but the distance between herself and Quinn. In three years of attending the same school, two years of feelings towards the blonde and at least a week and a half of Quinn knowing about the brunettes feelings had never once brought them this close; yet three weeks acknowledging each other's presence in the same over-sized city and they were just inches from each other's lips.
Rachel dragged herself from the thoughts and then quickly from Quinn's arms. She didn't want to look Quinn in the eyes, she didn't feel like she could. Wait, had her eyes been closed just ten seconds previously? Rachel wondered to herself. Oh god, what if they had? What if Quinn thinks that Rachel was trying to jump her? No, pull yourself together Berry.
Coughing mainly for effect rather than actually needing to, Rachel spoke, "I was just…" but she paused.
Good question. Very good question.
What was Rachel just doing? Why else would she possibly in Quinn's apartment block if she wasn't there to see Quinn?
Thankfully Quinn didn't seem to notice, or if she did, pretended otherwise.
"I was just going out to…"
But before Quinn could finish her sentence Rachel had already bounded straight in. "Of course you were, why else would you be leaving your apartment? In fact I was just departing so I'll let you finish whatever I'm preventing from letting you start."
Quinn chuckled and a pink tinge crawled painfully slowly up Rachel's face.
She thought of Puck who was more than likely in a little, cosy café tucked away from the heart of the city enjoying a warm beverage with the woman he liked and it reminded her of what she wished she could be doing. She wished it was her and Quinn sharing a coffee whilst they talked about everything and nothing, arguing about whom would pay and laughing at the waiter whose name badge was pinned upside down.
Her heart plummeted. How could she do everything so wrong when Puck had to do so little to get it right?
This time it was Quinn's turn to cough. "Actually, I was only going out to get groceries and I can do that at anytime so you can come in," Quinn finished but quickly added, "Only if you want to that is."
Rachel scoffed and swiftly recovered her typically sceptical outlook on Quinn's eating habits, "You aren't in Cheerio's anymore Quinn and that means that you can actually eat food that isn't purified or made up of 95% water and I'm pretty certain that unless Coach Sylvester followed you to New York and is camping out under your bed that you aren't going to get yelled at through a megaphone for actually consuming something other than sand or whatever equivalent it may have been."
Quinn's brow heightened and a smirk emerged. In a very matter of fact tone she said, "Actually Coach is my roommate she moved up yesterday, that's why I need to get groceries."
Rachel's jaw hit the floor and she began suddenly aware of her surroundings. No window to jump through. Damn. She looked over her shoulder and her eyes widened. Stairs to be thrown down. Damn. Panic overtook the small frame of the diva and as she turned back around she started to look over Quinn's shoulder rather than directly at her face, deliberately avoiding eye contact of course.
The sound of laughter erupted from the blonde and realisation dawned on Rachel. Quinn had been joking.
"Ha-ha, very funny," Rachel deadpanned.
"Sorry, but your face," Quinn gripped at her sides trying to steady herself from laughing, "Priceless," she finished. After controlling her breathing Quinn spoke again, "Just to set the record straight the only thing that's living under my bed is the mould from unwashed socks and the closest I've come to eating sand since high school has been the crushed up almost fine powder Lucky Charms from the bottom of a cereal packet."
Rachel winced and almost gagged from imagining the state of the underside of Quinn's bed but the blonde just continued to smile. She turned around and fumbled with the lock.
"A-ha, knew I'd get the in the end," Quinn mumbled to herself.
Rachel looked confused so when the blonde beckoned the brunette inside and noticed her expression she simply said, "Santana thinks I'm lock incompetent."
Rachel had no idea what Quinn was on about so nodded politely and focussed on ignoring the fact that the latina had been and probably spoken to Quinn properly before her because she knew that Quinn was free to do whatever she wanted, talk to whoever she wanted, and dare she say it, please whoever she wanted.
"What about your groceries?" Rachel asked whilst she watched Quinn throw her bag onto the island in the kitchen.
"I'll manage," Quinn smiled.
"On what if you have no food?" Rachel acknowledged sceptically.
"I've got bacon and lucky charms," Quinn stated.
Rachel looked exasperated. "You have got to be kidding me right," as the million and one health problems that Quinn would probably suffer from later in life zoomed through the brunettes mind at a mind-blowingly fast pace.
Quinn shrugged, "My groceries consist of buying milk to pour on Lucky Charms and food to eat with bacon."
Rachel's mouth opened and closed aimlessly as she smacked a palm to her forehead. What the hell was wrong with this girl?
"Have you ever heard of a ridiculously bizarre idea called good health?" Rachel emphasised. She knew she was pushing at and she knew she had absolutely no right to lecture the blonde on her eating habits, but she just couldn't help herself. And albeit slowly it was starting to dawn on the brunette how much she still cared for the blonde, despite her absurd eating extremities.
"Of course I have," Quinn replied, "Why do you care anyway?"
Rachel chose to ignore the question, "So what are you going to do with no food in the place?"
"Bacon tastes fine on its own, actually, I think bacon tastes somewhat better on its own, other food lessons the bacon flavour; secondly cereal doesn't necessarily need milk right? I mean vegans must eat dry cereal seeing they can't have milk."
Rachel actually laughed out loud this time and judging by the grin on Quinn's face, the last part of what she said had only been a mere wind up.
"I am aware cereal doesn't need milk to be consumed Quinn, I hope you are aware though that vegans eat other food and not just dry cereal."
Quinn feigned a shocked face," Really? Never!"
Rachel giggled. It wasn't awkward like she had expected it to have been especially seeing she'd practically jumped the girl before even managing to knock on the door. The blonde continued to lean against the kitchen island averting her eyes from Rachel. The brunette couldn't work out whether this action was deliberate or not but she decided not to dwell on it because there really wasn't much point. Three years had passed. They hadn't spoken, contacted and this was the first time they had actually smiled at one another without silently believing they'd been plotting one another's murders.
A brief silence fell over the pair. Rachel didn't know what do so just stood awkwardly near the door. She wasn't comfortable with Quinn anymore, or at least not in the sense that she felt as if she could lounge around Quinn's apartment with muddy boots and not be afraid. Her thoughts appeared to have been read by the blonde though because the atmosphere became lighter and the silence was broken.
"I assume you didn't come to here to lecture me on dietary requirements," Quinn smiled, "Because if you did, it's creepy that you know when I go shopping."
Rachel laughed, "Spidey senses were tingling?" she tried.
"You've never seen Spider-Man secondly his senses don't actually tingle," Quinn corrected.
Rachel took a step backwards holding out her hands mockingly, "Sorry I didn't mean to upset Queen of the Nerds and I apologise for any inconvenience I have caused by not actually wasting a few hours of my daily routine to watch a film about a man who was bitten by a spider."
Quinn walked over to the brunette and stood just a metre away from her, "Shh," she whispered looking from side to side as if to make sure nobody was eavesdropping their conversation, "I secretly hoard musicals and horror movies and I have never actually seen Spider-Man either, so that makes two of us."
The brunette's eyes crinkled at the sides and the corners of her mouth rose to the ceiling. A friendly smile, nothing more, nothing less.
"Well I promise I won't tell," Rachel agreed, "however you're right, I didn't come here to stalk you on your grocery shopping I came here to see…" but she couldn't finish the sentence. Quinn did it for her, causing a blush on Rachel's cheeks.
"Me," Quinn helped.
Rachel merely nodded still not making eye contact.
Quinn motioned to the couch before seating herself upon it. Rachel mimicked her action deliberately keeping a distance between them.
Rachel tried to contain herself. She tried to keep the bubble of questions at bay by pushing them as far back into her head as physically possible but as the questions mounted up Rachel couldn't hold it in anymore.
"Did you want us to contact you? I mean, I heard Santana talking to Puck and she reckons you haven't changed your number since High School. Were you testing us?"
Quinn looked a tad confused, not quite sure what the brunette was aiming at she tried to answer as best she could.
"I haven't changed my number and I wasn't testing to see if you would run after me or ignore what Puck told you if that's what you mean?" Quinn queried.
Rachel merely nodded but worry etched her features.
"It wasn't a test of whether your feelings for me were genuine or not," Quinn stated her ears slightly pinker than before.
"Okay," was all Rachel could think to say.
The longer the brunette sat in the blonde's apartment the more prominent the feeling of not wanting to hear Quinn's excuses became. Of course Quinn deserved an explanation, she knew that. Everybody knew that but that didn't mean that Rachel's job of listening to Quinn would be made any easier.
"I'm an open book," Quinn coaxed, "ask away, talk away, what do you want to know?"
"Everything," Rachel blurted out before she could stop herself.
Quinn looked slightly taken aback but then again she should have expected it. "I'll do my best but I don't know what you mean by everything. If I miss something out or you want to stop and ask questions just jump in, okay?"
Rachel nodded mutely.
Quinn swallowed before diving straight in. "All I've ever wanted in life is to be loved."
Rachel snorted and Quinn had barely got going. She hadn't meant to, but seriously, "Sorry," Rachel hurried, "Just, you wanted to be loved and you thought that segregating yourself from everybody that loved you and you loved would help that?"
Quinn's brow knitted together. Ten words in and Rachel was already sceptical, her tone sounded more disheartened than when she originally started but she carried on.
"I wanted Quinn to be loved. When I was Lucy people looked down at me and I couldn't handle that so when I had the chance to change myself, I jumped at it. I wanted to make people feel how I had felt, I wanted to intimidate them and have superiority over them."
"That's why you chose me," Rachel interrupted.
Quinn's lips quirked. "Yes, you were an easy target and when you're young and naïve you live for easy targets. You live for the people that other people don't like; that's how you climb the social pyramid. You take out who the others don't want to see and you're worshipped like a god."
She shuffled nervously and played with the bracelet on her wrist before continuing again. "At Nationals I realised just how much I wanted to be loved for me and nobody else. We were the Glee Club and we loved each other for who we were and not who we were pretending to be. The funny thing was was that everybody else had what I couldn't get. Mike was happy with Tina, you and Finn and I could get anybody to love me because of my stature, not because of who I actually was and that's what I cared about."
Quinn's eyes stung and Rachel could see that the blonde was struggling to choke back the tears that were threatening to fall.
"When I saw you though, all of that changed. Your love and passion for Finn was what I wanted for me. Every time I had been kicked down you'd be there to give me a leg up despite how I treated you and I began to admire that. By the time senior year kicked in though, I hated myself. I came to realise over that summer just how badly I had treated you and if I changed who I was I knew I wouldn't hurt you anymore. My new stature would take me as far away from you as possible."
And that's when Quinn stopped. A solitary tear slid down the pale girl's cheek and she wiped it away with the cuff of her sleeve. Rachel could visibly see the pain that Quinn was dealing with yet she couldn't find it in her to comfort her, let alone forgive her. Her few tears now were nothing in comparison to the river's Rachel had filled with her own.
When Quinn didn't continue Rachel knew she'd have to ask, to persuade her. She couldn't just stop.
"Then what Quinn. What happened?" Rachel whispered in a comforting tone although not changing her bodily features at all.
"And then you didn't give up." Quinn forced out through gritted teeth. "You didn't just let me go my way and you go yours. You followed me and you kept trying to talk to me and convince me that that person with pink hair wasn't who I was. Of course it wasn't who I was. Who was I trying to kid, I mean even my mom managed to suss out that something was going on."
Rachel closed her eyes for a minute and zoned out of the room. Was Quinn blaming her? She needed to know.
"Are you blaming me?" Rachel asked almost exasperated.
"No Rachel I'm not blaming you, I'm just saying it like it is," Quinn said wiping her face with her sleeve once more.
"No Quinn you're blaming me for not leaving you alone. You can't do that, you don't deserve to blame me or anyone for that fact," Rachel seethed.
Quinn swallowed and turned to the brunette, eyes puffy and red.
"You don't have control over me Rachel, I'm trying to explain like you damn well asked me to and now your yelling at me for something you took the wrong way."
"I'm not yelling," Rachel deadpanned.
"Fine, you aren't yelling," Quinn gave in before continuing as not to be interrupted again. "I didn't want to be a project that needed to be fixed. I just wanted to sort my head out, I wanted to reason with myself that the way I had treated you had been for a viable reason. When I couldn't do that I knew I couldn't hide anymore. I changed my appearance back and I came back to Glee Club hoping that I could accept and face up to the devastation I had caused, not only to you but to other people as well."
Something clicked in the back of Rachel's head, she didn't know what it was but she was starting to understand how hard it had been for Quinn.
"But I kept on forgiving you," Rachel mumbled.
Quinn confirmed with a nod. "How was I supposed to accept the bad stuff about myself when all I was told was that it wasn't my fault, that I had stuff going on and that it was natural to feel the way I did."
A burning behind Rachel's eyes told her that it wouldn't be long before the water works kicked in. But she couldn't cry, not now, this wasn't what Quinn needed.
Quinn needed Rachel to listen.
Rachel needed to understand.
"After spending senior year in glee club with everybody I loved I noticed that we'd got closer. Not physically of course, it was more like a mental affliction. We bother caused the other pain without meaning to but we were brought closer by it. You never let anything go and I reverted back to my bitchy façade and so we went round in circles."
Rachel smiled, she was glad that she wasn't going completely insane and Quinn shared the view that they just ran in circles for most of their lives.
"I think I knew I always had feelings for you. I think that's partly why I always wanted to run away, to separate myself from you, because I was scared of what I'd do if we were alone. I was scared of being alone myself, of being intoxicated by my own thoughts that would confirm the fact I'd fallen for a girl. It didn't matter you were a girl at first, I was just intent on burying the feelings that I had. Whenever I genuinely liked anybody, it never ended well and well…you were with Finn and that wasn't ending anytime soon."
Rachel chuckled; she couldn't believe how wrong Quinn could have been.
"When I heard you broke up with Finn I was shocked but terrified, terrified of why, terrified of if it was my fault and that just brought it closer to home that I had feelings that I'd have to start dealing with, that I'd have to hide and keep under wraps. I saw how Santana lost her grandmother through being honest about her sexuality. I had barely anybody to start with so losing them was out of the question."
"And then Puck found out," Rachel smiled. She wasn't sure why she smiled, she probably shouldn't be showing emotion but she couldn't help it. It was odd to think that Puck of all people could suss out Quinn Fabray's love life.
Quinn looked confused so Rachel elaborated, "He told me."
The blonde then smiled and nodded.
"He told you to tell me didn't he," Rachel half asked despite knowing the answer already.
The blonde nodded again, "I refused though obviously. By that time I was already intent on leaving. I wanted to be with you and I wanted to be honest with you, but I couldn't do that. I couldn't drag you into something that I knew I couldn't potentially handle. It wouldn't have been fair. I'd planned to tell you, far off into the future of course when it no longer mattered or maybe when it mattered more than ever but then you told me you liked me," Quinn paused and swallowed, "It flipped my world upside down Rachel."
Rachel had the courage to blush and mumble an apology to which Quinn smiled at. "Don't be sorry, you couldn't help it, just like I couldn't, it was just something I had never expected. I played out every scenario in my head minus that one because I was so fixated around the idea of you never feeling the same and my world – my world crumbling down."
One thing Rachel hadn't expected on encountering was Quinn admitting how much her feelings for Rachel had affected her. She couldn't imagine how she'd cope if she had been in the same predicament as Quinn but with Finn.
"What happened?" Rachel asked curiously.
"I've never been a strong person…" but Rachel interrupted, "Yes you have Quinn."
Quinn put her hand up to stop Rachel, "I've never been a strong person when it came to doing something for me, and I'd give in or take the easy option out…"
"Only this time there wasn't an easy option and giving in wasn't even viable," Rachel finished Quinn's sentence for her blushing afterwards.
"You hit the nail on the head," Quinn chuckled. "God Rachel I wanted to be with you so badly but I knew I had to go and for the first time in my life I had to stand strong, for what I believed in and what nobody else believed. I had to hurt people for the right reasons not the wrong ones. It hurt to know I was going to hurt you, it hurt that I couldn't explain to you why I had to go, why I had to hurt you. It ripped me in half to disappear for an indefinite amount of time without being able to acknowledge your feelings for me, without being able to kiss your tears away and without being able to hold you while you tried to push me away for hurting you one last time. It looked like I'd taken the cowards way out, I knew that, but I just had to hope that one day you'd be in a position, like myself, to listen to what I had to say and understand why I had to do it."
Quinn had spoken a lot and Rachel knew she didn't have a choice but did she really need to explain herself. Couldn't Rachel just forgive her like she had all the other times or is that the point Quinn was trying to make? As much as Rachel thought she was getting closer to understanding she was being drawn further away by the invisible force of a separate entity.
Patience Rachel, Patience.
"Everything started becoming a risk I was willing to take and through that I found the strength to leave as I'd planned. I'd sorted out how much I wanted you to know and I'd sorted out how I was going to do it. Leaving was hard, but the fewer people that knew the easier it would be."
Rachel smiled and felt proud. She felt proud of Quinn for standing up for herself and going after what she wanted even if she disagreed entirely with the way she went about it.
"Why would leaving help sort everything out?" Rachel asked suddenly realising that she still hadn't got a clue.
Quinn smiled at the brunette's impatience, "Just coming to that."
Rachel flushed pink.
"I needed to know and like who I was without anyone, then I could learn how to manage myself when I was with someone. I wanted to be able to love who I was without people telling me why or how to do it. I'd grown up being told I was perfect, I was perfect to my parents when I was Lucy and yet I was prefect to them when I changed my appearance, it morphed my idea of perfection and it made me wonder why they still thought I was perfect because it obviously wasn't physical appearance anymore."
That part on its own made sense, but when put with everything else there was still something missing, something that Quinn had ceased to explain but she couldn't put her finger on what.
"I couldn't live the rest of my life off of other people's opinions. I needed my own," and that's when it clicked for Rachel.
Quinn couldn't comprehend other people's opinions because whatever she did, whether morally right or wrong, she was always told she was good and that it was okay. But it wasn't okay, for Quinn it wasn't good enough anymore. Quinn wanted the life that everybody else had. She wanted to make her own mistakes and learn from them not merely be told by other people what to do and what not to do.
The blonde was so used to being praised for putting other people down; she couldn't actually tell the difference between right and wrong, good or bad.
"I wanted to look in the mirror and be able to understand the person that looked back at me. I wanted to look at the scars of my past and name why I have them and why I did or didn't deserve them. I just wanted to be able to explain everything and be able to accept that if that's how it was then that's how it was. I didn't want people telling me that my mistake was okay, when it wasn't," the blonde paused for breath, all tears had vanished now but what came next cut through Rachel like a knife, and to say she wasn't expecting it, was an understatement.
"You were that mistake Rachel." Quinn said it calmly, no malice or threat behind her voice. No questions that needed answering, nothing out of the ordinary, just a simple meaningful statement in which Quinn needed to say in order to try and make Rachel understand.
"Wh…what?" Rachel spluttered.
What the hell was going on, Rachel thought. She'd sat here all this time biting her tongue and just as she'd justified to herself that she was right to not make judgements or comments she felt betrayed.
Quinn's face dropped realising exactly how Rachel had taken it and thus quickly tried to rectify herself, "No, no, no, Rachel, not like that."
Rachel was already on her feet, she couldn't believe she'd sat here and taken all the bullshit excuses Quinn had fed her, believed them just to be spited by realising that Quinn of coursed hadn't changed and she was just going to blame everybody but herself like usually.
"I can't believe I believed you," Rachel shouted, "All the time I've sat here you'd almost convinced me you'd changed and then you opened your mouth and then came back Quinn Bitch Fabray with blaming everybody but herself."
Quinn's face was frantic, she too was now on her feet walking over to the brunette trying to calm her down.
"Calm down Rachel, it isn't what you think and…"
"Isn't what I think?" Rachel thundered, "Are you taking the biscuit Quinn? All that stuff about needing to change and needing your own opinions was just a get out clause for the real truth of let's blame Rachel Berry."
Tears engulfed the blonde's eyes again and streamed freely down her cheeks, "No," Quinn tried to say but no sound came out.
"I'm out of here," Rachel finished before walking towards the door.
"No," Quinn yelled and Rachel stopped dead in her tracks. "I have gone through three years of figuring my life out and trying to piece it back together piece by piece not for you to screw this up for me so shut up, sit back down and listen."
She'd frightened herself by how harsh and loud her voice sounded but what frightened her more was how hardened Rachel had obviously become after the last three years because she didn't move at all. She didn't make a sound, but her facial expression hadn't changed and her defiant stance was still in play.
Rachel stood for a minute contemplating the blonde's words before continuing to walk towards the door. Behind her she heard Quinn sigh but that didn't stop her. Her handle was one the door and deep down she secretly hoped that Quinn would call her back again, that she'd fight for her, but who was she kidding, nobody fought for Rachel Berry.
"For once I hoped you'd fight for me, but nobody fights for Rachel Berry. You left me alone with no explanation as to why and I had to accept that and I had to face the tiny chance that you may never come back," her foot was out the door and as she spoke she didn't turn to face the blonde.
"You were the mistake that I needed to put right. When you build a jigsaw and you lose the very last piece and you think all hope is lost and then suddenly weeks after you'd given up looking for it, it turns up covered in cobwebs and a little bit battered but it still fits perfectly, you're that piece Rachel. You had the confidence I never did and the face of an angel and in my ideal and perfect world you still fitted no matter how broken you were after I left you for my own selfish cause."
"It wasn't selfish," Rachel blurted out.
"I'm the puzzle in the charity shop in the most battered looking box. I'm the box covered in sellotape but still falling apart. Around me are perfect and pristine boxes that are always brought whereas I'm just pushed to the back of the shelf to gather dust. Little does everybody know but I'm the only puzzle in the charity shop that is complete but because of battered and broken appearance nobody is interested, apart from you Rachel. You are the final piece to complete my puzzle."
Tears poured from Rachel's eyes. How could she have been so stupid and judgemental?
"Despite my broken appearance you are always there and nobody else will have that because they brought the puzzle with only 999 out of 1000 pieces because they judged the book by its cover. You are the 1000th piece Rachel and the puzzle isn't complete without it Rachel. Just like the piece of puzzle that gathered dust, you were only a mistake until you were fixed by being put with the rest of the pieces where you belong."
Rachel didn't know what made her do it but she turned around and walked straight over to Quinn. It felt like déjà vu as their eyes were just inches apart once more.
"I'm the little girl that won't get rid of the puzzle until I complete it with that final piece. I don't always look for it but subconsciously I know something is still missing. Then one day I'll find it, dusty and forgotten but still as important as before the puzzle even started and it will fall into place. I'm the girl, you're the final puzzle piece: always important and never forgotten and most importantly the time it takes to find the puzzle piece has been the painful three years in which I've endured without you Rachel. But I've found you and I'm ready if only you'll give me the chance."
Rachel wanted Quinn to kiss away the tears like she'd promised. She wanted to pretend that she no longer had feelings for the girl standing inches from her. She wanted to run and hide and not board the rollercoaster in which she knows she'd endure. She wanted Quinn to slap her for her idiocy she'd displayed when she was about to leave ten minutes prior.
But most of all, out of every scenario that buzzed in Rachel's head, she wanted to kiss the beautiful blonde before her just like she'd wanted to before Quinn had even left three years ago.
"You play the most important part Rachel," Quinn whispered as Rachel watched the tears stream down her cheeks, "you are the final piece to my puzzle, Rach. Always have been and always will be and if I had the chance to repeat the last three years, I would despite the pain because at the end of it I've realised how important you are to me and how important you always were and now I'm ready to accept and acknowledge that. I'm ready to embrace it with open arms."
Quinn beamed through the tears. She wanted to scream and shout and smile and yell. She was so happy, in fact, she'd never been happier.
"You're it Rachel, you're the piece I've needed to open my eyes to find, never looking hard enough, but never quite giving up."
Quinn waited hesitantly for Rachel to respond but while she waited she gazed into dark chocolate orbs that were glistening in the light due to unshed tears. Luckily Quinn didn't have to wait long for a response and the response she got, wasn't one she'd been expecting.
Dark chocolate orbs fluttered close with deep rich hazel ones following suit. Rachel tilted her head closer breathing in the air the Quinn was exhaling. It was sweet and warm and tickled the bridge of Rachel's nose which caused the cage of butterflies in her stomach to break free and spread throughout her body.
A string of warmth engulfed her body like a wave of electricity whilst a coy smile danced upon her lips urging her forward and finally after what felt like forever, they captured Quinn's.
The butterflies flew and surged harder and faster than ever dancing along every limb of her body because Rachel could feel something, something pushing back against her own smile and it wasn't just the force of Quinn's lips. It was something important and something special: Quinn's smile.
Quinn was smiling too.
The puzzle part is a tad cliche but it fitted perfectly with the image and situation I was trying to create. What did you think of it?
What do you think will happen next? What should happen? What would you like to happen?
Thanks!