When the movie came to an end Rachel jumped up at how late it was.
"It's Saturday tomorrow, Rachel. I don't see what the big deal is...you can just sleep in."
The diva looked at Quinn aghast, "no, Quinn, I cannot simply sleep in! I have a strict schedule for Saturdays! In the morning I wake up at 7am instead of 6am, so I do allow myself that indulgence," the diva conceded, "then I have singing lessons at 9am, dance at 11am, a brief break for lunch, volunteering at Dad's hospital all afternoon then I spend the evening uploading a new MySpace video and having dinner with my fathers," the diva let out in one breath.
The blonde smiled fondly, tucking a stray strand of brown hair behind her ear and smiling wider when the girl began to blush lightly.
"Alright. I'm immeasurably sorry to have detained you for longer than reason and good manners would permit. Would you allow me the great honour of escorting you to the front door and biding you farewell in an attempt to reclaim my chivalrousness?"
Rachel glared at the blonde, "now you're just making fun of me."
Quinn smiled amusedly at the diva's pout and grabbed her hand, leading her to the front door.
"Come on."
As soon as the blonde's hand slipped in hers, Rachel felt a hot spike rip through her chest and her stomach drop as if she was free falling.
"Well, I guess I'll see you on Monday then," Quinn said, opening the front door before turning to the diva.
Rachel nodded. As she was about to step out past the threshold a slight gust of wind blew past and caused the smaller girl to shiver.
Quinn frowned. Peering outside she questioned, "where's your car?"
"It was so nice out before I left I thought I'd walk over," the brunette shrugged.
"And you were just going to walk home...freezing, now when it's late and dark at night?" Quinn demanded.
The diva shifted nervously. "Yes?"
"Oh my God," the HBIC muttered, shucking her Cheerio's jacket and wrapping it securely around the girl's shoulders. Grabbing a set of keys off the hook beside the door, Quinn also stepped outside and locked the front door.
"Come on, I'm driving you home. If you get rapped or murder or die of pneumonia your fathers will kill me."
"Quinn, I appreciate the gesture but that's really not necessary, I only live a few—"
"Berry, get in the car."
Rachel met determined hazel eyes and nodded, slipping into the passenger side as Quinn started the engine.
After a few minutes of comfortable silence a loud squeal pierced the air.
Quinn's eyes darted around for a rouge truck or pedestrian about to step onto the road.
"I love this song!" the diva exclaimed, reaching over and turning up the radio as she began to sing along.
Realising what the diva was on about Quinn pressed a calming hand to her hammering heart and exhaled heavily, fully intent on glaring at the diva. When her eyes glanced over to the passenger side however, she found herself unable to. There she saw Rachel singing along enthusiastically, a full blown grin across her face and eyes sparkling with untainted happiness.
Quinn shock her head, smiling slightly and refocusing on the road before her.
When Rachel arrived home she went straight up to her room and quickly got into her pyjamas. The diva then sat on her bed.
She felt safe due to the familiarity of her room and comfortable now that she was in oversized pyjamas but still slightly worried.
Thinking back on the evening, she had interacted with Quinn as she never had before. The blonde she saw tonight was different.
Sweet. Kind. Thoughtful. Still snarky but with a dry sense of witty humour then any real malice this time.
Rachel realised that on top of all this, the absolute contentment she felt lying on the couch with Quinn watching movies was leading to some very dangerous conclusions.
The diva lay on her back, staring up at her bedroom ceiling.
And Finn...she was disgusted to admit it but aside from one fleeting thought she hadn't thought of him all night. Her boyfriend. She had been too busy trying to not go into cardiac arrest at the blonde's touch, trying not to splutter when unexpected, intense eye contact was made and desperately trying not to peer at the girl's cleavage...or focus on the feel of her smooth, toned legs tangled with the diva's own.
Rachel screwed her eyes up tight, blocking out of her current surroundings.
Alright.
Okay.
So maybe she was physically attracted to Quinn Fabray.
'There's nothing wrong with being bisexual,' she reasoned. She had had a very liberal, open minded upbringing after all so her newly discovered sexuality different exactly scare her.
And attraction happened all the time. You could walk down the street and see ten people you're attracted to, doesn't mean you love your boyfriend any less and anything has to change.
Crawling under the covers with that last comforting thought, Rachel turned her lamp off and closed her eyes, waiting for sleep.
S: Hey losers, terms of the bet are this; you say whether or not you think Queen Quinn will get with the raspberry and if so how long before she dumps Finnelkins.
K: I bet they will and Finn's dumped before the end of the week! Also, any moral compunction I have with this is undermined by my desire for Marc Jacobs.
M: Bad. Person. Ughhh but why not, I could use some new shoes. I bet they won't, Rachel's never giving Finn up.
B: Sanny, can we go to the circus this Friday?
P: Oooh yeah, I need some new additions to the spank bank! I'm betting they get together and Finn's dumped in a month.
T: I don't think they would like us betting on them very much...but I'm saying Rachel stays with Finn.
A: Rachel and Finn.
B: Oh! The bet! Of course Quinn will get with Rachel! They're both hot and together they'd be super hot...isn't that what Mrs. G was teaching us in maths the other week...about liking terms? How they add up? Anyway, Rachel won't dump Finn until a month later. Xoxoxo B.
S: Alright, I've got it all down. Everyone give me $20 after Glee on Monday. I'm saying they get together and Finn's out on his ass in a fortnight. Tops.
AN: ...I don't have much to say at the moment, you know the drill and for those of you who picked the Christian/Satine, Rachel/Quinn parallels in the last chapter, bravo! I didn't know whether to spell it out more but I decided I have clever readers ;) For those of you who haven't seen Moulin Rouge, I highly recommend it.