Jules-Day: I know exactly what you mean and I'm still debating on what to do about him because it was a big moment for him and possibly one he needs to have happen to him even if it was terrible.
Chapter 21 – Revenge Is Sweeter
"Dammit, Finn!" Santana yelled, drawing everyone's attention to her.
"What's wrong?" Quinn asked.
"Apparently breaking Rachel's nose wasn't enough for Finnept," Santana said, holding her bleeding nose.
"I'm sorry," Finn said, putting his hand on her shoulder as he tried to look at the injured area. "It was an accident."
"Is it broken?" Rachel asked, pushing Finn aside to look at Santana's face.
"You tell me," Santana said, wincing when Rachel touched it.
"I don't think it is," Rachel said, still examining Santana's nose.
"I'm not dancing near the giant," Santana said, walking to the side of the room, and sitting down.
"Here," Quinn said, grabbing a bottle of water from the cooler, and tossing it to Santana.
Santana nodded her thanks as she touched the cold bottle of water to her nose; she winced when it made contact, but, thankfully, seemed otherwise okay.
"Finn, you really need to be more aware of your surroundings when you dance," Rachel said to the boy.
"It's not like I meant to do it," Finn replied.
"I didn't say you did," Rachel said. "I'm just asking you to be more careful. Regionals are in five days and we cannot afford to have our soloist get a broken nose. I know dancing is not your strong suit, but I'm begging you to be more careful, okay?"
Finn nodded. "Sorry."
"I think we should all take five and then regroup," Rachel said, putting her hands on her hips.
Everyone murmured and dispersed; most walked over to the cooler to grab a bottle of water and rest, and a few just laid down on the spot. School had been over for nearly three hours, but the members of New Directions were still in the auditorium. Of course there was some complaining—mostly from Mercedes and Santana—but the majority agreed with Rachel. They needed to rehearse, with or without Mr. Schue, to make sure they won this thing.
Mike and Brittany had their heads together, talking about choreography; over the weekend, Rachel called them both to ask if they could start coming up with something, and they both happily agreed. They were both excited to do their parts and were doing a wonderful job teaching everyone. They were both patient—even with the people that were struggling—and Rachel could see exactly why Mike opened up a dance studio in the future.
Rachel sighed, looking around, and when she finally sat down, Quinn walked over, rubbing her eyes. It was clear everyone was getting tired and Rachel was probably going to have to call it a night soon.
"I can't wait to go home and take a nice, hot bath," Quinn said, sitting on the floor, next to Rachel.
Rachel laughed lightly. "It's not that bad."
"I smell," Quinn said, wrinkling her nose.
"You don't smell," Rachel replied, rolling her eyes. "Are you still coming over tonight to work on vocals?"
"Are you actually giving me a choice?" Quinn asked, smirking.
"No," Rachel replied, smiling.
Quinn laughed. "Then yes, I will be there."
"Good," Rachel said.
"How long do you think it will take Finn before he finally gets that move down?" Quinn asked, looking across the stage at the tall boy.
Rachel sighed. "Hopefully not too long, but I fear that I sometimes have too much faith in people."
"At least he's trying." Quinn glanced at Mercedes and rolled her eyes. "Unlike some people."
"I don't understand Mercedes," Rachel whispered, shaking her head. "She complains about not getting any solos, but she doesn't actually work for it. She's good, but she could be a lot better if she put more effort into it. I want to trounce those Warblers and I need to find a way to motivate everyone to be their best."
Quinn looked at Rachel with her eyebrow cocked. "I understand wanting to win, but this seems more personal."
"I just don't like them very much," Rachel said, scowling.
The truth is, Sebastian Smythe was one of the only people in the world that she didn't like. She had forgiven him for the incident with Blaine and trying to blackmail her, but there was only so much she could forgive. When Kurt went to NYADA, Blaine cheated on him with the Warbler. As far as she knew, they only kissed, but it was one of the things that finally drove Kurt and Blaine to break up. She knew Blaine was partially at fault, but she blamed Sebastian more for the whole thing.
Blaine had called her, confessing what happened, and that he was coming to New York to apologize to Kurt in person. She could tell he was sincerely sorry and it was a moment of weakness for him; Blaine had been fairly down since Kurt left and Sebastian capitalized on it. Before Blaine made it to New York, though, Sebastian sent a message to Kurt, telling him about the kiss. It was just another one of his games, and it took Kurt and Blaine years to find their way back to one another.
"As much as I hate to say it, I think our five minutes are up," Quinn said, sighing.
Rachel looked at the time on her phone and nodded. "Alright, guys, let's go through the whole routine twice more and then we'll call it a night."
"Are you going to Puck's party on Saturday?" Kurt asked, taking a sip of his drink.
Rachel shrugged. "I think I might skip this one."
"Even if we win?" Kurt asked.
"I think you mean when we win," Rachel corrected. "We haven't all been working so hard to lose now."
"Do you think we'll be ready?" Kurt asked.
"Of course," Rachel replied.
"It's only two days away," Kurt reminded her. "And Finn is still flailing his arms into everyone, Sam and Rory still keep forgetting the steps in the middle of the routine, and Sugar still won't stop trying to get in front of everyone."
Rachel sighed. "I know, but I have faith that we will all be perfect by Friday. Everyone has their vocals down, we just need to polish up the dancing a bit more and no one will stand a chance against us."
"What about a celebration sleepover?" Kurt asked. "Just me, you, and some of the other girls. Of course we would have to do it at your place, though, since Finn and Sam are at mine, but it could be fun—and maybe the power won't go out this time."
Rachel laughed lightly. "We could do that."
"Good," Kurt said, tapping her hand.
As it got closer to the end of the year, Rachel felt less and less like going to Puck's parties. They were a constant reminder of what happened in the past and she couldn't bear the thought of losing Quinn. The blonde was just so much in her life now and it was hard to imagine her not being there. In the beginning, it was all she thought about when she saw Quinn, but now, she rarely thought about it; however, every time she was at Puck's house, it all came crashing back. She had asked Puck several times why he still had the parties knowing what happened in the past, but he always shrugged her off.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Oh no—what is he doing here?"
Rachel looked over her shoulder at Sebastian, who had just entered the coffee shop; as usual, he was smirking, and immediately walked over to Kurt and Rachel when he saw them.
"Look who's here!" he said with a fake smile.
"What do you want?" Rachel asked, not bothering to beat around the bush.
"I just wanted to say good luck on Saturday," he replied. "Without you competing, your little New Directions won't stand a chance against us."
Rachel rolled her eyes. He tried to do this once before; it didn't work then and it wasn't going to work now. Plus, what could he possibly have on her to blackmail her? Last time he tried using those ridiculous photoshopped pictures of Finn, but she wasn't with him now.
"Why wouldn't I compete?" Rachel asked, crossing her arms.
"Because if you do, I'm going to tell your whole school about you and your little girlfriend," Sebastian said, smirking.
Rachel felt all the blood drain from her face. "What?"
"I saw you two on your little date," Sebastian replied. "It was very cute, by the way, and nice touch leaving town, but you might want to take a look around every once in a while to make sure there's no one standing around, taking pictures of you two." Sebastian removed his hands from behind his back and threw an envelope to Rachel. "Now, if you two had to leave town to go on your date, you obviously want to keep this a secret, and it will stay one if you drop out of the competition. Otherwise, these pictures are going to be plastered all over your school." Sebastian smiled smugly as he straightened his jacket. "Have a nice day."
Rachel was staring blankly at the envelope, but Kurt reached out and grabbed it, pulling out the photographs. She glanced at the pictures and saw that, this time, they were very much not photoshopped.
Kurt quickly stuffed the pictures back inside and sighed. "What are you going to do?"
Rachel shook her head. "I don't know, but I have to go find Quinn right now."
Rachel grabbed the envelope from Kurt's hands and hurried out of the coffee shop. She heard Kurt call her name, but she didn't bother turning around. Right now, she just needed to find Quinn and let her know what was going on.
Santana was the first person she ran into when she walked into the school; the other girl was walking along the hall, but Rachel quickly grabbed her by the arm, stopping her.
"Where's Quinn?" Rachel asked.
"Geez, Berry," Santana said, pulling her arm away. "Don't sound so desperate."
"Santana, I need to find Quinn right now," Rachel replied. "This is serious."
"I think she's in the choir room," Santana finally answered. "What are you—hey, wait up!"
Rachel practically ran to the choir room, and Santana wasn't very far behind her. When she walked in, she took a deep breath, and then walked toward Quinn. The blonde was at the piano, with her back to the door, so she didn't immediately notice Rachel until the brunette was beside her.
"Hey, Rach," Quinn said, smiling up at her.
"Can we talk?" Rachel asked.
Quinn's smile turned into a frown as she watched Rachel. "What's wrong?"
Rachel looked back at Santana and sighed. "Do you remember Sebastian? He's one of the Warblers—the one that Kurt keeps saying is after Blaine."
"Yeah," Quinn said, her brows furrowing even more.
"What does he have to do with anything?" Santana asked.
"He's trying to blackmail me," Rachel stated. "He wants me to drop out of the competition this Saturday because he thinks it will ensure the Warblers winning."
"How is he blackmailing you?" Quinn asked.
Santana walked forward and quickly grabbed the envelope from Rachel's hand. When she opened it and pulled out the pictures, her eyes widened.
"That bastard!" Santana yelled.
"Let me see," Quinn said, grabbing for the picture, but Santana pulled it out of her reach. "Santana, give that to me right now!"
"Quinn, he took pictures of us," Rachel said, barely above a whisper.
Quinn stopped fighting with Santana, and turned to Rachel. "What do you mean?"
"On our date," Rachel replied. "Apparently he was around and he took pictures." She was avoiding Quinn's eyes; she was afraid to see the look on the blonde's face. "He didn't get any photos of us kissing, but it's more than enough to get people talking. He says if I don't drop out, he'll make copies and put them around the school."
"Santana, give me the damn pictures," Quinn said through gritted teeth.
Santana still seemed reluctant, but handed the pictures to the blonde. When Quinn flipped through them, she seemed to turn paler and paler with each photo. After getting to the last picture, she stood motionless; Rachel was afraid to say anything and it seemed like Santana was as well. Eventually, Quinn dropped the pictures to the ground and turned, walking out of the room.
"Quinn!" Rachel yelled, trying to go after her.
"Don't," Quinn replied, not turning around.
"But—"
"Give her some time," Santana said, catching Rachel around the waist, stopping her from going after the blonde.
"But I need to—"
"You need to let her be alone right now," Santana said, cutting her off again. "She's scared and she's only going to end up hurting you if you go after her. She needs time to think about this, so let her come to you."
Rachel shook her head and tears were forming in her eyes. "This is all my fault."
"This isn't your fault," Santana softly said. "It's that boy band reject's fault. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to Dalton and I'm going to kick his skinny, white boy ass, and once I'm done with him, he'll be lucky if he can perform at Regionals without crutches."
"Santana, you can't," Rachel said, grabbing her arm to stop her.
"Give me one good reason why I can't," Santana said, crossing her arms.
"Because his father is a State's Attorney," Rachel replied.
Santana rolled her eyes and sighed. "Dammit."
"Exactly," Rachel said. "You can't touch him."
"What are we going to do, then?" Santana asked.
Rachel shrugged. "I don't know if there is anything we can do."
"Have you heard from her?"
Rachel sighed as she turned to look at Santana. "No."
Santana narrowed her eyes. "You tried calling her, didn't you?"
"Maybe," Rachel said, avoiding eye contact.
"Do you ever listen to a damn word I say?" Santana asked.
"Yes," Rachel replied. "I just—I wanted to see if she was okay."
"She didn't answer, did she?" Santana asked.
Rachel sighed. "No, it went straight to voicemail."
"What are you going to do?" Santana asked, looking uncharacteristically concerned.
"I guess that's up to Quinn," Rachel said, shrugging. "That's why I really need to get her to talk to me; Regionals are tomorrow, so time is quickly running out."
"Me and Britt started rehearsing 'Head Over Feet' last night," Santana stated. "Just in case, you know? I don't know what you plan to do or whether or not Q's gonna want to do it without you, but if you have to drop out to protect Quinn, we'll still have a duet. And believe me, if I can't kick his ass, I will do everything I can to wipe the smirk off his face. Britt doesn't know what's going on, but I asked her, so she's doing it." Santana shrugged. "Do what you have to do. Just worry about you and Q, and I'll make sure we kick some Warbler ass at Regionals."
Rachel smiled and wrapped her arms around Santana's neck, hugging her tightly; it was nice to know she actually had such a good friend in Santana Lopez. It was a little hard to believe sometimes and it was something she thought would never happen, but here they were. Santana was ready to step up and hold the Glee club together if she needed to, and Rachel didn't even ask her to do it.
"Okay, okay," Santana said, trying to push her off.
"Thank you, Santana," Rachel said, still not letting go. "You're a lot nicer than people give you credit for."
"Take that back right now!" Santana said, finally pushing her away, scowling.
Rachel smiled. "No, it's true."
"Get away from me, Berry," Santana said, huffing as she turned around, and quickly walked away.
Rachel just shook her head and went off in search of Quinn. She checked the bathroom they always seemed to end up in since it was on the way, and then went to the choir room, but she wasn't in either. She went to the auditorium and was about to leave when she noticed Quinn sitting at the very front of the room, off to the side.
She walked down the aisle, toward the blonde, who never looked up. Rachel stood there for a few moments, watching her; eventually she sighed and took a seat, leaving a few spaces between them.
"Are you okay?" Rachel asked.
"Wonderful," Quinn sarcastically replied.
"Quinn—"
"I really don't feel like talking right now, Rachel," Quinn interrupted.
Rachel sighed. "I understand that, but we're running out of time. Regionals are in a day and we need to let the rest of Glee know what's going on."
"You want to tell them?" Quinn asked.
"Not everything—just about Sebastian," Rachel replied. "They don't have to know what it's over; I can simply say he's blackmailing me. I'm asking you to still do the duet with me, though." For the first time since coming into the auditorium, Quinn finally looked at Rachel. "But if you ask me to, I'll drop out. Santana's already prepared to do the duet with you or Brittany tomorrow if she needs to. Please, just think about it, okay? I know you're not ready to come out to the entire school, which is why I'm willing to drop out, but I still want you to think about it. Can you let me know your decision by the end of the day, though? I need to know whether or not I'm performing tomorrow." Rachel sighed and shook her head. "I'm really sorry about all of this, Quinn."
Quinn nodded, but didn't say anything, so Rachel stood up from her seat. She started walking up the aisle, and was halfway across the auditorium when Quinn's voice stopped her.
"It's not your fault," Quinn stated. "I don't blame you, so don't apologize for it."
Rachel smiled sadly. "I'll see you later?"
Quinn nodded and Rachel turned around, leaving the auditorium.
"Are you okay?" Kurt asked, watching Rachel in concern.
Rachel nodded and tried to smile. "I'm just worried."
Kurt wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "We won't let him win."
"For once, Kurt, I'm not worried about winning the competition," Rachel replied. "I'm more worried about Quinn; I don't want this to scare her off."
"Wow, Rachel Berry doesn't care about winning Regionals? I think that's the first sign of the apocalypse," Kurt said, smiling, and squeezing her shoulder.
Rachel rolled her eyes. "Very funny."
Kurt shrugged. "I hate seeing you like this. You're putting too much stress on yourself and that's very bad for your complexion."
Rachel shook her head but cracked a smile. "You—"
"Hey."
Kurt and Rachel both turned around to find Quinn standing behind them. Rachel sighed, knowing she had probably made her decision, and she was afraid to know what the blonde had decided. She didn't want to drop out of the completion, but she wasn't going to be the one to make that decision. Everyone finding out she had been on a date with Quinn wouldn't really matter to her, but she knew it did to the other girl.
"Hi, Quinn," Kurt greeted.
"Can I talk to Rachel," Quinn said, glancing at Kurt.
Kurt nodded and then turned to Rachel and whispered, "Good luck."
Quinn watched Kurt leave for a moment and then turned to Rachel. "I will still do the duet."
"With Santana?" Rachel asked.
"No—with you," Quinn replied.
Rachel nodded. "Are you sure?"
"I don't want Sebastian to win," Quinn said, shrugging. "And I don't just mean win Regionals; I don't want him to think he can blackmail us or push us around."
"What are you going to do if he follows through on his threat?" Rachel asked.
"I'm not sure," Quinn replied. "I guess we'll figure that out if the time comes."
"You don't have to do this," Rachel stated.
Quinn sighed. "I know."
"Are we okay?" Rachel asked, fidgeting with her hands.
Quinn looked at Rachel for a moment and then walked up to her, wrapping her arms around the brunette's waist, and pulling her into a hug. Rachel sighed in relief at being in Quinn's arms and rested her head on the blonde's shoulder.
"I want you to know I was never angry with you," Quinn stated. "I just—I'm not ready for everyone to know. I'm still figuring my life out and I don't want the entire school talking about it—talking about me. If it happens, though—well, I guess I've gone through worse."
"I was afraid this would make you change your mind," Rachel admitted. "I was afraid we would be over before we really had a chance to start."
Quinn pulled back a bit, looked down at Rachel, and smiled. "You're not getting rid of me that easily."
"Good," Rachel said, smiling back.
Quinn suddenly looked serious again. "My mother is coming tomorrow."
"Really?" Rachel asked, raising her eyebrows in surprise.
Quinn nodded. "She took the day off from work."
"I—she's going to see our duet!" Rachel said, pulling away. "Maybe we should have picked a different song; 'Head Over Feet' will be a wonderful duet, but it is a bit forward. What is your mom going to think when she's sees us singing it?"
"She'll think my name was drawn out of a hat," Quinn said. "Because that's what I told her. She knows we agreed on the song and that you were going to sing it. I told her how Mr. Schue picked your partner and that it just happened to be me."
"And it's all true, so you didn't even have to lie to her," Rachel replied.
"Exactly," Quinn said, smiling. "Hopefully she won't realize a thing."
"I guess I should let Santana know she can stop rehearsing my part," Rachel said, smiling.
"I already told her," Quinn said, shrugging. "I ran into her on the way here and she yelled at me a bit for wasting her time."
"It sounds like our Santana is back." Rachel shook her head. "It's been a little unnerving how concerned she has been the last day."
Santana sighed loudly. "Sit your ass down, Q."
Quinn turned her head to glare at her friend, but continued walking around the room.
Santana narrowed her eyes. "Okay, that's it."
Santana jumped out of her seat, wrapped her arms around Quinn, and pulled her onto the couch, holding her in place. Quinn struggled against her as Rachel and Kurt watched on in amusement.
"Santana, let me go," Quinn demanded.
"What the hell is with you?" Santana asked, scowling. "When did Quinn Fabray start getting nervous before competitions?"
"It's different this time and you know it," Quinn said, staring at Santana.
"Does anyone know where Puck is?" Mr. Schue asked, looking around the room.
"He left a while ago," Sam answered.
Mr. Schue frowned, looking concerned. "Do you know where he went? We have five minutes until we need to take our seats."
"He didn't say," Sam replied with a shrug.
"Maybe he went to the bathroom?" Mike suggested.
Just then, Puck walked through the door, and looked around at everyone staring at him.
"What?" he asked.
"Mr. Schue was looking for you," Tina answered.
"I'm here," Puck said.
"I can see that," Mr. Schue said with a laugh. "Alright, guys, five minutes until the show starts!"
Sam let out a whoop and several others cheered; there was a nervous but excited chatter throughout the room. Rachel watched as Puck slipped away, nodding at her to follow; she frowned but followed Puck out of the room, stopping just outside the door.
"What is it?" Rachel asked.
"I just wanted to let you know I had a little chat with that jackass that's trying to blackmail you and Quinn," Puck said, shrugging his shoulder.
"Noah, what did you do?" Rachel asked, crossing her arms.
"Relax," Puck said, looking down the hall. "I didn't hurt him or anything—although he deserves someone to beat his scrawny ass."
"So—"
"So you forget that I've lived in Lima my entire life," Puck stated. "People in Lima like to gossip and I might have heard a few things over the years about the Smythe family that Sebastian won't want spread around."
"You blackmailed him?" Rachel said, raising her eyebrows.
"Of course," Puck replied. "No one messes with my Jew and my baby mama. Let Q know that she has nothing to worry about; he isn't going to show anyone those pictures anytime soon unless he wants the world to know his secrets as well."
"Thank you, Noah," Rachel said, wrapping her arms around Puck.
"Don't mention it," Puck said, smirking.
Rachel walked into the room and smiled at Quinn, who was watching her; Puck was right behind her and nudged her toward the blonde. Rachel gave his arm a squeeze and then walked toward Quinn, who seemed to have finally been released from Santana's grasp since the brunette was now across the room, talking to Brittany.
"You don't have to worry any longer," Rachel said as soon as she was in front of the other girl.
"About what?" Quinn asked.
"Sebastian isn't going to do anything," Rachel stated. "Noah made sure of it."
"Why did Puck know?" Quinn asked, frowning at her.
"Noah and I are friends and I confided in him that I was being blackmailed," Rachel replied. "I don't know the exact details, but I know Sebastian isn't going to follow through with his threat, so there is no need to worry."
Quinn closed her eyes and a smile spread across her face. "Thank God."
Rachel smoothed down her dress and sat next to Quinn. "Now we need to focus on destroying him, and then we can celebrate with lots of ice cream and pizza tonight."
Quinn smiled. "I'm fairly certain my mother has already cleaned the entire house twice. I think she's a little excited about it." Quinn put her hand on Rachel's for a moment. "Thank you for agreeing to have it at my house."
Rachel shrugged. "I like your mom and I knew it would mean a lot to her to have your friends over. Now, though, it can be less about commiserating our impending outing and more about celebrating with our friends."
"Okay, guys, it's time to take our seats!" Mr. Schue announced.
Rachel smiled and squeezed Quinn's hand as they both stood up. "Time to show Sebastian that he messed with the wrong people."
Rachel knocked on the door and it immediately swung open; before she could get out a greeting, Brittany had her in a tight hug. Rachel just laughed and hugged the blonde back.
"Hello, Brittany," Rachel said.
"Hey, Rach," Brittany said, releasing Rachel, and smiling. "I'm so happy; I haven't been to a sleepover at Quinn's in forever!"
"That's because we're too old for this," Santana said as she walked by.
Brittany frowned. "That's not true."
"No, it's not," Rachel agreed. "You're never too old to spend time with your friends."
Santana rolled her eyes. "Whatever."
"Shouldn't you be in a better mood?" Rachel asked.
"She's just grumpy she isn't at Puck's party," Brittany replied. "I told her she didn't have to come with me."
"I'm not grumpy," Santana said, huffing.
Brittany tilted her head and then walked to Santana, kissing her forehead. "I promise I'll make it up to you tonight."
"Okay!" Rachel said, afraid of what that might mean. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to get some water."
Rachel walked to the kitchen where Judy was sitting at the island with a book open in front of her. As soon as she entered, the older woman looked up and smiled at her.
"Hello," Rachel greeted.
Judy stood up and gave Rachel a hug, surprising the brunette. "I'm proud of you."
Rachel pulled back. "For what?"
"You did wonderful today," Judy said, squeezing Rachel's shoulder.
Rachel blushed, ducking her head. "Thank you."
"I told Quinn how amazing you both were and she said it was your doing," Judy stated.
Rachel shook her head. "She doesn't give herself enough credit.
"Well, either way, congratulations," Judy said, smiling. "I bet you're excited to go to Nationals again."
"You have no idea," Rachel said, smiling back.
"Well, Quinn is upstairs if you were looking for her," Judy said.
"Actually, I came to get some water," Rachel replied.
"Help yourself, there are bottles in the refrigerator," Judy said, pointing toward it.
"Thank you," Rachel said, walking over to the refrigerator and grabbing a bottle out.
"I hope you girls have fun," Judy said, closing her book, and grabbing her purse from the stool next to her. "I am going to do something I haven't done in a long time; I'm actually going to the theater to watch a movie."
Rachel laughed. "Have a wonderful time."
Rachel smiled at Judy one last time and then left the kitchen, walking past the den, where Santana and Brittany were, and up the stairs. She walked to Quinn's bedroom and knocked lightly on the door.
"Come in," Quinn yelled.
Rachel opened the door and poked her head inside; Quinn was alone and smiled the moment she saw her.
"Hey," Quinn greeted.
"I thought everyone would already be here," Rachel commented.
"Kurt sent me a text saying he and Tina would be late," Quinn replied. "Who knows where Brittany and Santana went."
"They're in the den," Rachel said. "And your mom just left."
Quinn nodded and took a few steps toward Rachel. "She said she was going out tonight."
Rachel held her hand out to the blonde, who took it, pulling her closer. "Are you okay?"
Quinn smiled. "Well, we won Regionals, I'm spending the night with my friends, and I no longer have to worry about Sebastian—yeah, I'm doing pretty okay."
"Just making sure," Rachel said, smiling back.
Quinn pulled Rachel the rest of the way toward her and put her hand on the brunette's check. They looked into each other's eyes for a moment before Quinn finally leaned down, lightly brushing her lips against Rachel's. Not satisfied with so little contact, Rachel wrapped her arms around Quinn's neck, kissing her more fervently. When they pulled apart, Quinn looked toward the door, her eyes widening.
"What?" Rachel asked, turning around.
"S-Sorry," Tina stuttered out.
"Yeah, sorry; we didn't know you two would be making out up here," Santana said, pushing her way into the room.
"We were not making out!" Rachel said, putting her hands on her hips.
"But you were kissing," Tina said, looking confused.
"Quinn and Rach are totally into each other," Brittany said, grinning.
"I—" Tina shook her head. "Were you the secret admirer?"
"Of course she was," Santana answered. "She just didn't have the balls to tell everyone it was her sending the song to Berry. You know, for it to be such a huge secret, you both really suck at hiding it."
Rachel sighed. "Half the Glee club does seem to know now, don't they?"
"Well, if you didn't make out in rooms that anyone could come into—"
"We were not making out," Rachel repeated.
"Whatever," Santana said, waving her off.
"Tina, can you please not tell anyone?" Rachel asked.
Tina nodded. "Sure."
Rachel heard buzzing and Santana pulled out her phone, looked at the display, and then left the room.
"So, are we going to order pizza because I'm starving," Kurt said, finally speaking.
"They're already on their way," Quinn quietly said.
"Oh," Kurt said, nodding.
Santana walked back in the room and whispered into Brittany's ear before turning to everyone else and saying, "I gots to go do something; I'll be back later."
"Where are you going?" Quinn asked, narrowing her eyes.
"None of your damn business, Fabray" Santana replied, walking away.
Quinn rolled her eyes and turned to Rachel. "It always scares me when she refuses to tell people where she's going.
"I guess we will just have to start a movie without her," Kurt said, pulling off his coat, and tossing it on the back of a chair. "All in favor of horror movies, raise your hand."
Brittany, Tina, Kurt, and Quinn all raised their hands, leaving Rachel the odd one out.
"That is so not fair," Rachel said, huffing.
"Sorry, sweetie," Kurt replied, rubbing her arm.
"You have Quinn to cuddle with," Brittany pointed out.
Tina shook her head. "That is so weird to hear."
"It might seem weird at first, but they're actually quite cute together," Kurt said, causing Quinn and Rachel to both blushed.
"How long have you two been going out?" Tina asked.
"We'll we're not exactly official yet," Rachel replied.
"We're taking things slow," Quinn added.
Kurt snorted and then covered his face with his hand. "Sorry."
Quinn rolled her eyes. "Can we start the damn movie?"
Okay, I guess I'll finally put my question at the end of this chapter. First of all, as I have it planned, this story will be 34 chapters, so there's still a ways to go, but I do want your alls opinion. Would you rather this story end in a way that isn't necessarily happy or wrapped up, but it would definitely have a sequel or would you rather it end completely wrapped up and may or may not have a sequel sometime in the future. Obviously I'll ultimately make the decision, but I still want to know what you guys think. Also, keep in mind that even if I didn't do a sequel to this, I'll still be writing Faberry since I'm currently fighting with myself to not start two new stories that I really want to write. I know writing four at once will be a disaster, though—as seen by the fact that I still have three unfinished Naomily ones.
Oh and classes start back Monday; I'm going to try to keep up with my schedule of updating every Tuesday, but I make no guarantees. I'll probably be able to tell more once they start and I see how time consuming they're going to be.
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