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CHAPTER FOURTEEN – DAMN, I LOVE THE BLEACHERS

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(Quinn's POV)

When Rachel stopped me at the hallway and gave some letter, my heart felt like it was going to explode. What was that? And she also asked me to only read it at home, but damn, I wasn't supposed to go home until 4PM and it was still 1PM.

I had my free period and I couldn't stop thinking about the envelope on my locker. I left it there because I thought it would be better if I wanted to do as she asked me.

Rachel and I shared our free period and she was by my side listening to some music as she did her homework, she seemed at easy, so it couldn't be something bad like she was going to get back with Finn, could it?

"Rach." I called her because I was driving myself crazy.

"Yeah?" She said finishing her last equation and lifting her head so she could look at me.

"About early…" I started and she tilted her head, looking at me with this super cute face.

"What about it, Quinnie?" She asked but I could see in her eyes that she already knew.

"The envelope." I tried to clarify without just asking about my theories, because there were many.

"Oh. Have you read it yet?" She asked now and her cheeks gained a reddish color. Cute.

"No." I shook my head. "I left in my locker so I would resist the temptation." I laughed nervously and she smiled at me.

"Thanks." She said. "But if you'd like we could go there and pick it."

My eyes opened in surprised and I jumped from my spot gathering all my belongings and rushing her to do the same. She laughed about my eagerness but complied.

In a minute we were in front of my locker. When I opened it and took the envelope gently in my hands, she looked really nervous.

"Can we go somewhere else?" She asked, extending her hand to me. I took her hand in mine and we walked side by side to the bleachers that thankfully were free from jocks or cheerleaders.

When we climbed the bleachers to some spot near the one I spent half of the day when Finn "outed" me, we sat. She looked at me and gave me a shy smile and nodded for me to open the envelope. I did it. If I could I would just rip it, but I didn't have the heart. And Rachel seemed already nervous as it was, I guessed if I did it very fast or harsh it would only make it worse, so I took my time.

When I unfolded the paper in it, my heart jumped because the title of what seemed like one of Rachel's crazy lists was staring at me. She was thinking about giving us a chance. Of course I already knew that with the kiss and everything, but somehow this list made it more real. Rachel only made lists about something she was really committed to; like Broadway or singing.

"Read it." She said gently as I seemed too chocked with that realization that I had frozen.

When I finally let myself read the list, I couldn't believe it. Rachel wanted it. Like really wanted it. Give it a shot at least.

"You really mean it?" I asked as my eyes blurted with some tears that her petit hands swooped with kindness.

"Yes, Quinn. All of it." Her sincere brown eyes were buried into mine and I couldn't do anything else but to close the distance between us and take her lips in a kiss.

Her hands found the way to my neck as I pulled her to me by her waist. Her soft lips seemed more heavenly than the other day, she tasted so good. When I was about to take distance and just look at her again to make sure it was real, she deepened the kiss. Her tongue gently asking for entrance and her hands in my hair, so I lost it, because damn, Rachel Berry was like a drug to me. And her kisses seemed to be just the same.

When we finally had to breathe my head was spinning and I was sure I had the silliest smile in my face. Yeah I had, because she giggled.

"You look beautiful." She said in a low tone as she gently rearranged my hair, which she had messed up really bad, not that I cared.

"You look perfect." I replied pecking her lips, she smiled widely at me.

"So…" She caressed my cheeks with her thumbs. "Will you?" Her sparking brown orbs were staring at me in a hope way that made my heart jump, kick, punch and just dance in my chest.

"Yeah." I said because what else could I say?

She beamed, jumping at me. And that, my friends, was how the bleachers became one of my favorite places.

When the bell ringed signaling the end of our free period, both of us whined.

"Guess we have to go back inside." She said seeming not really wanting to.

"Yeah." I pouted and she giggled.

"Come on, Quinnie. We have a long time." And when I looked at her, I guess I understood what she meant.

"Yes, we do."

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After school Rachel had her dance class, so I decided to drive her there. We passed all the drive talking about everything and nothing at the same time, we seemed so carefree; I never felt so happy in my entire life.

"Won't you really mind to wait?" She asked as we left the car and headed to the building where the class was held.

"Not at all, I bought my book." I said showing her my friend of all times.

"Ok, see you soon then." She smiled and pecked me on the cheeks, I grinned as a fool and she left to warm up.

I sat in one of the chairs that they had there and watched as Rachel warmed up and talked with some of her friends. One of them I recognized as Anne, the one who asked Rachel if we were girlfriends, and she was staring at me with a knowing smirk on her face. And yeah, Anne, maybe you'll be right soon enough. I laughed at my silliness and even though I tried to read all I could do was stare at Rachel the entire lesson. Damn, I was whipped as shit.

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Short chapter, I know. But things look great, I guess. I for one am looooving to right some cute and sweet moments of both of them; hope you like it too. See you soon and review, please. I love to know what you guys are thinking. Have a good day!