A/N: So this is all kinds of sloppy but I'm doped up on cold meds. I'm seriously struggling with this one but I'll pull through, I love them too much to stop writing them. Please don't hesitate to send me your suggestions since I need all the help I can get. I ask you again to please bear with me. Thank you for all of those who have left reviews if I've not managed to personally answer to your comments.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters.
Rachel cried herself to a fitful and restless sleep after going a little paranoid at Quinn's lack of communication. They were friends for crying out loud! The blonde had no reason to talk to her every second of every day and now she surely hated the brunette. Way to act like a crazy girlfriend Rachel! The girl sighed when she noted the time, she'd actually spent most of the day worrying and mp pm and the rain hadn't stopped since mid-afternoon.
Despite her rather dramatic nature and popular belief, Rachel did not enjoy crying whatsoever. Her head hurt a bit and she dreaded looking at her reflection in the mirror because she was sure her face was all puffy. She'd shed her fair share of tears with her fathers' demise and a few useless ones over Finn, Jesse and even Puck. Not to mention how easily the taunts from her fellow glee clubbers got to her, more often than not she ended up in tears. Now, she was crying over Quinn Fabray but her tears now stemmed from what she was sure was unrequited love.
Rachel paused for a moment at the thought of already loving the blonde and chuckled at how pathetic she was. It was always the same story, she got attached the minute someone displayed a minimal interest in her no matter if said interest was purely friendly. Then she started making up stories in her head and eventually she ruined everything. Was it that hard to just be her friend? Stupid, stupid!
There was a knock on her door and the small girl hurried to wipe at the tears furiously. "Come in!"
"Sweetie a friend of mine just called to invite me to a movie, he's in town..." Millie trailed off when she noticed her niece's red puffy eyes. "Are you ok? What's wrong?"
Worry laced the woman's voice and Rachel felt bad about it. She was tired of her family and Quinn treating her like she was made of glass. Sure, she was still hurting about her dads but how was she supposed to assimilate it if they refused to treat her normally? "Nothing aunt Millie, I'm fine. So, is this a date?"
The woman looked taken aback. "What?"
The girl chuckled. "This man who invited you to the movies. Is it like a date?" She coupled the question with a few wiggles of her perfectly sculpted eyebrows.
The woman blushed and suddenly found something very interesting about the wall opposite Rachel. Busted! It so is a date, or at least she likes him. "Uh no! Nothing like that! I mean it's just to...uhm...to catch up! Yes, that's it."
The brunette smiled knowingly. "Well, I think you should go catch up!" She punctuated those last words with a musical tone to her voice and some air quotes for good measure.
"I don't know, I mean...are you sure you're okay? I can go any other day."
Rachel took a deep breath. "Aunt Millie, you are entitled to have a life. I'll be fine; I was just a little melancholic remembering dad and daddy. I'm actually craving some Thai today so don't worry about me for a change, alright?"
The older Berry looked hesitant but Rachel could tell she wanted to go meet this man. After all, her aunt was an attractive and lively young woman so it was only logical. "Are you sure?"
"Yes I'm sure! Now go and have a good time."
Finally, the woman caved. "Fine, but I'll have my phone with me at all times. If you need anything just call, okay?"
With a dramatic roll of her eyes, the girl ushered her aunt out of her room. "I promise now, go have fun catching up."
This time, Millie was unable to suppress the grin that overtook her face. She left a few bills for Rachel to be able to take care of dinner on the kitchen table and hurried to her room to get a heavier jacket. She placed a kiss on top of her niece's head before heading out. Once she was out the door and her car had backed out completely from the driveway, Rachel sighed and went up to her room to mope some more.
The brunette was so engrossed in her pity party that she failed to hear her name being called by the object of her affections just outside her bedroom window. "Rachel!"
At the lack of response, the blonde tried again a little more forcefully. "Rachel, please! I need to talk to you!" Quinn stood outside just under the brunette's window soaked to the bone and it just occurred to her that this might have no been the best idea. Still, she was determined to see this through and maybe, just maybe she'd survive the pneumonia she was gonna get. She glanced down and located a few pebbles to toss at the window. God, this is so cliché. I can't believe I'm this lame. Besides, she'll bust my ass if I lose my voice for Glee.
Rachel returned to her room with a steaming mug of herbal tea. There was a book calling to her. Maybe that way she would be able to forget about the whole debacle with Quinn even if it was just for a while. She was just burrowing under the covers when she heard a tap on her window. "Rachel!"
Could it be? Maybe I finally lost it. The girl remained silent and unmoving and there it was again. A tap against her window accompanied by a scream. "Rach just talk to me! Come on!"
It was Quinn, she was outside her window throwing something and yelling to catch her attention. And it was raining, hard. "Oh my god!"
The petite starlet jumped up and ran to open said window and there she was, a soaked blonde who was visibly shivering. "Quinn! Are you crazy? What are you doing out in the rain?" She looks gorgeous! Oh come on Berry, she would look gorgeous wearing a plastic bag!
"I need to tell you something." The blonde girl was shivering but she hardly noticed because of the giddiness she felt at the prospect of what she was going to do.
"Wait there!" Rachel closed the window and ran downstairs.
When she opened the door there stood Quinn, little droplets of water clinging to her eyelashes, hazel eyes shinning with an emotion the brunette couldn't quite place, completely soaked and shivering. Quinn just stared at the brunette with a small smile on her lips before uttering a breathless "Hi"
"Hi Quinn..." If Rachel was surprised by the unexpected presence if the other girl, she didn't show it. "...come inside, I'll make you some tea and you need to get out of these wet clothes..."
The small diva grabbed the cheerleader's hand and turned to drag her inside but the taller girl gripped her hand tighter and twirled her back around to face her. This time she brought their bodies flush together and hooked both arms behind the trim waist to keep Rachel from moving. "About the texts."
The brunette's breath hitched at the other girl's proximity. "Oh..." The girl closed her eyes tightly. She was going to give her friend an out so this could all blow over. "You don't have to say anything. I know you were drunk and it was like a prank call...it's quite alright. I just want you to forgive me for my attitude with the overbearing texts and voicemails because I know you couldn't possibly like me like...hmpf..."
I can't believe what she's saying; doesn't the position we're in tell her something? He! I'm getting her all wet with this hug; she doesn't seem to mind though. The blonde disentangled one hand and pressed her index finger to the brunette's lips effectively silencing her rant. "Let me speak please Rach."
After a slight nod from the brunette, one pale finger traced the outline of her lips with excruciating calmness. "You're beautiful."
The brunette blushed deep red and tried to duck her head. Quinn brought her hand right under her chin to tug her upwards so they were making eye contact. How she loved those endless chocolate pools. "Your eyes are utterly mesmerizing."
The blonde's hand combed through Rachel's dark locks next. "Your hair is so soft I constantly want to smooth my fingers through it."
Rachel was sure she had stopped breathing quite a while ago; she had died and gone to heaven. Quinn's normally smoky voice was huskier than usual and the silkiness of it sent shivers up and down her spine. Someone pinch me so I know I'm not dreaming. Her gorgeous hazel eyes were tracing every inch of the smaller girl's face like they were trying to memorize every freckle, and even the most minute of characteristics. "So no, it was most definitely not a drunken joke."
This somehow snapped the little diva out of her Quinn-induced haze and she arched a brow coupled with a smirk that unbeknownst to her made the blonde's heart rate pick up a few notches. To say she was ecstatic was a bit of an understatement. Here was the personification of an angel telling her all these sweet and wonderfully romantic things. Not to mention her last confession, maybe Quinn did have feelings for her after all.
"Okay, we were drunk but I'm standing right here, soaked to the bone and completely sober to tell you that I'm well on my way to falling in love with you…if I'm not there already."
Rachel broke out into a grin so huge it threatened to overcome her entire face. Happy tears sprung to her eyes as she burrowed her face in the blonde's shoulder and squeezed her as tight as she could not minding one second about the water. To be honest she hadn't even noticed how completely wet they both were by now. She inhaled the scent that was uniquely Quinn and committed it to her memory for a few seconds. It was during this particular seconds that the blonde girl was driving herself crazy because Rachel had yet to utter a word. "Uh, Rach? I believe this is the time to…uh…you know, say something."
Rachel looked up and to claim the blonde's lips would only require her to lean in a bit so she did just that taking the cheerleader's luscious lower lip between her own. The kiss was wonderful, firework worthy even. Both girls ignoring the burn in their chests as oxygen started to become a necessity. It was truly the most tender yet passion filled kissed Rachel had ever experienced. Quinn was not fighting her for control over it like her previous boyfriends had always done. It was the sweetest battle because she knew there would be no victor, but she didn't care. Finally they pulled apart and when she opened her eyes expecting to meet a pair of hazel pools staring back at her but instead she found that Quinn's eyes were shut tightly, a smile grazing her face.
"I believe I've said my piece. It seems it's your turn to say something. I'm normally open about my feelings but I don't go around kissing random people to show them." The girl said with amusement coloring her tone.
Quinn arched an eyebrow and let the shorter girl go instantly regretting the lack of contact. Could she be any more adorable? The cheerleader knew what this was about so she took the tiny hand that was not wrapped in a cast into both of her own. "Rachel Berry, will you be my girlfriend?"
Rachel pretended to think it through for a moment but then smiled and nodded vigorously. "To quote Miss Holliday: I thought you'd never ask!"