Another update, yay! Lol. As always thank you for the reviews, I always appreciate reading what you think. I hope you like the chapter, I like rewrote it a few times, but I'm happy with the final result. Hopefully the next update won't be far off. I have scattered scenes written. So hopefully in the next chapter I'll finally be moving past Christmas lol. Anyways, enjoy.
Rachel woke up when she heard her bedroom door open. She opened her eyes, seeing she was still in Quinn's embrace, with her head in the nook of Quinn's neck. Rachel lifted her head to look over the cheerleader, but saw no one at the door or in her room. Rachel shrugged, figuring it was her imagination. The movements cause Quinn to stir. She slowly opened her eyes, seeing the chocolate brown eyes of Rachel looking back at her. She smiled seeing the diva still snuggled up close to her.
"Mornin," Quinn mumbled, before she lent down giving Rachel a good morning kiss.
Rachel smiled when Quinn pulled away. "Good morning. How did you sleep?"
"Good. I could wake up like this every day," Quinn replied.
Rachel smiled, "I agree, but you mind letting me go."
Quinn stuck out her bottom lip. "But I don't wanna."
"But I need to pee."
Quinn sighed, "Alright. That is a valid reason for me to let you go. But it'll cost you."
"Oh really, what is it gonna cost me?"
Quinn smirked, "What do you think?"
Rachel leaned forward, capturing Quinn's lips in a passionate kiss. Quinn pulled Rachel closer to her. Quinn attempted to deepen the kiss but Rachel pulled away. "I really need to pee," Rachel said again.
Quinn laughed and released the diva. Rachel gave her secret love one more quick kiss before running into the bathroom. When she came back out Quinn was back in her cheerleader outfit. Rachel frowned.
"I was hoping to spend some more time, you know, cuddling," said Rachel.
Quinn walked up to Rachel and placed her hands on the diva's arms. "You know I'd love to but I didn't realize how late it is. I still have to go to church, and not to mention I have homework to do."
Rachel pouted, "Ok I understand."
Quinn placed a kiss on Rachel's forehead and walked past her to the bathroom. When she came back out Rachel changed and was on her elliptical.
"You don't waste any time do you?" Quinn asked.
"Nope, I have to stay in shape, and it wakes me up."
"Can you take a break?" Quinn asked.
"I just got on," Rachel countered.
"Not even for a minute, to walk me out."
Rachel couldn't help but smile. "I guess I can, for you."
Rachel got off the elliptical and took the hand Quinn had extended. They walked down the stairs hand in hand to the front door. Quinn quickly looked around the living room and the kitchen before she gave Rachel a chaste kiss, then pulled her into a hug.
"I'll call you later," Quinn said, pulling out of the hug, but holding on to Rachel's hands.
"Ok."
Quinn gave the diva's hands one more squeeze before she headed for the door. She knew the longer she stayed, the harder it was going to be to leave. Rachel watched Quinn get into her car, and pull out of the driveway before she closed the front door.
"Hey sweetheart," Rachel's father said in the doorway of the kitchen.
Rachel jumped, and placed her hand on her heart. "Dad, you scared me."
"I'm sorry. Where's Quinn?"
"She had to go. It's Sunday," Rachel said like it was obvious.
He looked at her quizzically.
"Church," she pointed out.
"Ah, church," he said like he knew.
Rachel slowly nodded. "Well I need to go work out," Rachel said heading towards the stairs.
"You really like her, don't you?" Mr. Berry asked.
Rachel stopped in her tracks. She slowly turned around; trying to sound nonchalant, she said, "Well, yea. She's my friend."
"That's not what I meant. And you know it."
Rachel stared into her father's eyes; trying to get a read on him through his glasses. Mr. Berry could tell what his daughter was trying to do. He took a deep breath and took off his glasses, and cleaned them on his shirt.
"I saw you two this morning. I went in to wake you two up."
The color drained from her face. "Don't tell Daddy," Rachel said at a whisper.
Mr. Berry let out a laugh as he put back rimmed glasses back on. "Rachel, do you know who you are talking to? Do you really think we would care if our daughter is gay?"
"That's not it," Rachel let out a sigh and sat down on the stairs. Her father followed suit and sat next to her. "I know Daddy doesn't like Quinn. And right now Quinn is struggling with this. She needs to overcome some fears before we can get serious."
"So what I saw this morning was not serious?"
"It is, but it's a secret. She's still technically with Sam."
"So my baby, is the other woman?"
"No, I-I…we're… I don't know," Rachel said in defeat. She brought her hands up to her face, in an attempt to cover her frustration.
Mr. Berry felt bad for his daughter. He placed his arm around her shoulders, and Rachel rested her head on his.
"I don't know what to do Dad."
"Well, being as I've never been the other man. I have however had to struggle with who I was in high school. Even after finding out, it's hard to stop dating the person who is your cover until you're ready. It's easy to cover the rumors if you're dating the opposite sex. Even if single, just mentioning a girl or having girls number in my phone threw Bubbie and Saba off my scent until I was ready. But I was not seeing another man behind her back. The point is… it's not easy honey. All I can say is you need to be there to help her. She'll come around. But be careful. If you two keep doing, whatever I saw this morning, you'll get hurt. And then Daddy will hate Quinn."
"I know. It's hard, you know. This is all happening fast."
"Well you two only started being friends, what last week?"
"Yea, but we started making out Friday," Rachel said. "Now it seems like whenever we're alone we can't keep our hands off each other."
"This is something a dad does not want to here," Mr. Berry joked, placing his hands over his ears.
Rachel smiled at her dad, giving him a nudge. "Don't worry dad. We've only made out like twice. And last night we cuddled nothing physically serious."
"Good. We trust you Rachel, even when you've had Finn, Noah, and Jesse all over. There are dads who have a strict open door policy for their daughters.
"Well with Quinn you don't have to worry about her getting me pregnant," Rachel joked.
"That's not the point. When you cross that bridge into sex, everything changes. I know your seventeen, almost a woman. You'll always be my baby girl, but I have to accept you're not a baby."
Rachel smiled and wrapped her arms around her father. "Daddy is having a harder time with this than you isn't he?"
"He'll come around. Just as long as we you don't drop any bomb shells on him. He wants to protect you. As do I, but all we can do is teach you to make the right decisions. You know you can talk to me about anything. And if there is something you can't, there is always Dr. Coyan."
"I know Dad."
"Now back to Quinn. So how serious are you two emotionally?"
Rachel released her dad and let out a sigh. "It seems like we're serious. She told me last night that she likes being around me, socially, emotionally, physically, and even spiritually."
"Spiritually?"
"Yes, as you can imagine Quinn is very religious, which I respect. We were discussing stories from the bible that condemn homosexuality. I think I might've eased some of those fears. It was one of her many struggles."
"What are her other struggles?"
Rachel let out a sigh, "You name it."
"It sounds serious. So what is she going to do about… Sam is it?"
"Yea Sam. I don't know," Rachel replied.
"I see. Well like I said. If you need to talk about anything you know you can talk to me."
"Thanks Dad. It's nice to have someone to talk to," Rachel said wrapping her arms around her dad's neck. She then let go and ran up the stairs to finish her work out, and to think about the conversation she just had with her dad.
Quinn was all smiles Monday morning. Church was bearable after the conversation she had with Rachel the night before. Quinn did her homework as fast as possible to call Rachel that night. The conversation lasted a few hours and caused both girls to go to bed with a smile on their faces. Quinn was so distracted that her locker didn't open on the first try. The numbers were just not coming to her. The only thing on her mind was a certain brunette diva. During her second attempt something green was placed over her head. She turned and saw her boyfriend Sam. Her smile faded.
"You know that's a mistletoe," he pointed out.
"Is it?" she asked.
"Yea, you know what people do under the mistletoe?"
"Hmmm, this?" Quinn wrapped her arms around Sam hugging him. Trying to avoid what he really wanted.
"That's something you may do to your Aunt Gertrude."
Quinn chuckled at the comment, he had no idea how right he was. He was attempting to be cute. She decided to give him what he wanted. She leaned up meeting Sam halfway connecting their lips in a very quick kiss. She pulled way, noticing Sam left the mistletoe above their heads.
"You gonna keep that there?"
"Why not? I love the way your lips feel on mine," he replied leaning in for another kiss.
Quinn obliged. The entire time their lips were connected Quinn kept thinking about Rachel. The way her lips felt, and how different they tasted. The biggest difference was unlike with Rachel her body had no reaction or a mind of its own when she was with Sam.
Unknown to the cheerleader, Rachel was walking down the hall. Rachel's heart got caught in her throat. She tried her best to not stare the couple down as she walked by to her locker. She quickly spun the combination and jerked it open; grabbing her books then slammed it shut. She turned abruptly and literally bumped into Finn, the force nearly knocked her over.
"Whoa Rachel, where's the fire?" Finn asked.
"What? No fire, I Just got a lot on my mind. What is that?" Rachel finally looked at what Finn was holding up.
"Oh this, I found this poor guy on the side of the road," Finn replied, giving a very beat up pine tree a shake. "That's why I came to talk to you. I'm letting all the glee kids know. Christmas is my favorite holiday, thought it might put us in the Christmas spirit."
"You do realize I'm Jewish?"
"Oh yea, well then the holiday spirit or the hannaca spirit or something," Finn tried countering.
"You mean Chanukah," Rachel pointed out. She rolled her eyes. She couldn't figure out how she ever thought his stupidity was cute.
"Yea that. I just thought it was something to bring us together. See you later, to decorate?"
Rachel glanced over at Quinn and Sam, still making out in the middle of the hallway. Finn talking to her gave her an idea. "Yea, see you later."
Finn smiled before turning down the hall, "Hey Brittany, Artie." The two were busy decorating Artie's locker.
Rachel finally left her locker, but made a few pit stops on the way to her homeroom.
During her break Rachel was at her locker. Behind her she heard a familiar voice saying, "Ho, ho, ho losers."
Rachel tensed, as she slowly turned to the source of the voice. She saw three of her glee friends covered in green and red slushy. Three jocks, in their letterman jackets, with big gulp cups in their hands, were walking down the hall getting closer to Rachel. She looked away hoping they wouldn't see her. Unfortunately she was still noticed by one of the jocks.
"Berry," the boy said to her back.
Rachel took a deep breath trying to calm her nerves. She glanced around, looking for the other two jocks. She was thankful he was alone. She turned and looked the boy in question in the eyes, "Azimio."
The ex-jock opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out.
"You have something to say Azimio. If you're going to blame me for getting suspended from all sports teams, and getting Karofsky expelled. Then do it. Are you going to throw another slushy at me? Then do it. I don't care what you do, because regardless nothing will change what has happened. And what will happen to me. What will happen to you, well you can continue to dig yourself into a hole, your choice."
Azimio closed his mouth and his jaw tensed. Rachel continued to stare at the jock. She was petrified he was going to act like Karofsky did. But she refused to have the fear run her life. Finally Azimio walked past Rachel leaving her by her locker. Rachel was finally able to breathe once he left.
The glee kids were in the choir room later that day decorating the tree Finn found. Santana had brought the decorations from her neighbor's house. Who was now in jail for killing his mother. Puck brought the empty boxes he stole from a display at the mall. The team started to sing The Most Wonderful Time of the Year as they decorated the tree and room. Rachel tried her best to not smile when she heard Quinn sing "Wake up, don't you know it's time to come out."
Rachel wished Quinn listened to the words that came out of her mouth. When New Directions finished singing Mr. Shuster came in, with his own small tree. Everyone described how the beat up tree still represented how they felt. They were still at the bottom getting slushies thrown at them.
"Wait, I thought that stopped after what the football team did to Jones?" Mr. Shue asked.
"Well apparently the no slushy rule only applies to Rachel," Mercedes answered.
"Must be nice to have your own personal guard," said Santana.
"Hey, lay off Rachel." Finn intervened.
"Ok make that, two guards," Santana added holding up two fingers.
"Shut it Santana!" Quinn yelled.
"Has anyone else told Coach Beiste?" Mr. Shuster finally asked.
"We're not Narcs. With the exception of Quinn," Puck replied.
"Yea, all that is going to do is give the football players more of a reason to give us crap. I mean they hated us before, and telling on them is only going to make it worse." Finn explained.
"But it's ok to Narc if they through a slushy at Rachel?" Mr. Shue asked.
"Rachel's situation is different. She went through more than just being slushied. We managed to convince the team that Rachel went through enough with what Karofsky did." Finn clarified.
"And Azimio is back. He's making sure that the glee club remains at the bottom," Mike chimed in.
Rachel felt bad that she was all of a sudden off limits, but her friends weren't. Rachel stopped listening to the conversation that was taking place. She looked down at her hands, and played with an ornament until Mr. Shuster dismissed them. She didn't even know or care what new glee assignment Mr. Shue had given them.
Later that week the glee members were singing We Need a Little Christmas in a classroom. Their song was cut short by the teacher throwing a shoe at them. The club grudgingly walked back to the choir room. There they found a nice looking tree and the club began decorating it, and complained about their first performance. While the club was distracted talking about Brittany still believing in Santa, Rachel took the opportunity to put the final part of her plan into action.
"Would you mind meeting me in the auditorium tomorrow at four?" Rachel asked.
"Sure," Finn replied.
Let's see how Quinn likes it, Rachel thought. Rachel smiled and turned her attention back to decorating the tree.
Quinn was walking into the choir room, she couldn't believe her eyes. Santana was talking to the bass player. Since when has Santana become friendly with the bass player? Quinn asked herself. Santana let out a laugh.
"Hey S," Quinn said to the Latina when she was close enough.
"Q, you're not gonna believe what Berry did yesterday, while we were at the mall with Brittany." Santana said to her fellow cheerio.
"What did she do?"
"She had the entire AV team decorate the auditorium, with fake blue Christmas trees, and fake snow. She gave Finn a gift of her singing a song. Like really, how dumb is that."
"Yea that's dumb," Quinn said with no emotion in her voice.
"I know right but it gets better. He gave the gift back."
Quinn just looked at her with a confused look on her face.
"Rachel wrote a note saying he'd get to hear her sing him a song with love. He gave the note back, and then she continued to sing the song to no one. God I wish I was there."
"What did she sing?"
Santana turned to the bass player for a response.
"Merry Christmas my darling," he replied.
Quinn slowly nodded, then turned around and left the choir room the way she came.
"Hey Q. Where you going?" Santana yelled after her.
Quinn didn't stop and look back. She made her way to Rachel's locker, hoping she was there. She got lucky, the diva was exchanging books. Quinn walked up to the locker and slammed it shut. Rachel jumped as it was slammed.
"Quinn, you're lucky my hands weren't in the locker when you decided to rudely slam it," Rachel replied to the action.
"What is it I hear about you singing a song to Finn?" Quinn asked.
Rachel turned her attention back to her locker. She wasn't done getting her books. "What I was just doing what you were doing," Rachel replied nonchalantly.
"What are you talking about?" Quinn asked in her HBIC voice.
Rachel turned her full attention to Quinn. "Oh don't play stupid with me Quinn. I saw you earlier this week making out with Sam at your locker."
Quinn opened her mouth to retaliate, but nothing came out. She knew she was being a hypocrite. She expected Rachel to be ok with her being with Sam in public, but be with the diva behind closed doors. Rachel was trying to not to smirk at Quinn. She knew she had the cheerleader; there was no way of her countering what the diva was doing.
"You know, you have a point," Quinn finally replied.
Rachel's draw dropped. She didn't expect Quinn to give in to give in so easily. "Excuse me?" Rachel asked.
"You're right Rachel. It's not fair for me to have a boyfriend in public, but a girlfriend behind closed doors. It's only fair if you have the same thing. I'm sorry for getting jealous like I did."
She watched the cheerleader open her arms, and wrap them around Rachel. "We good?" Quinn asked when they pulled apart.
Rachel slowly nodded at the words that came out of Quinn's mouth.
"Good. See you in glee," Quinn said leaving her secret girlfriend.
Rachel stood there for a few more minutes. "What just happened?" she whispered before following Quinn to the choir room.