Rachel raced home, pushing her ancient Volvo to it's very limit. All the while mentally berating herself for how she treated the blonde. She should have known that Quinn wouldn't have done a thing like that unless she had her reasons. And what Santana had told her was more than enough of a reason for revenge. She just wished the taller girl could have confided in her.
Then she realized, she had never given the other girl reason to trust her. She still didn't know how the brunette felt about her.
But that was going to change now. She thought adamantly, pulling into her driveway.
With a quick "Hi!" to her startled fathers the diva hurtled up the stairs two at a time and grabbed her most prized possession. She paused and nodded to herself vigorously in the star shaped mirror on her way back out of her bedroom. No more excuses, nothing was going to stop her now.
She once again blurred past her fathers with a barely audible "Bye." In their general direction.
Both men shook their heads and shrugged.
"Jason was she carrying ..?"
"Yes."
"And you don't think that we should ..?"
"No."
"Ok. Let's watch Funny Girl!"
The brunette sighed in relief when her father's didn't even ask why she was carrying the item with her and placed it in the passenger seat, before tearing up the road on a mission.
She reached Quinn's house in record time and wound her way up the spacious drive, until she was crawling along the shadows of the vast building. She plucked her phone from it's place in the dashboard and scrolled through her contacts, locating the familiar digits almost immediately.
She shoved the call button and pressed the phone firmly against her ear, her eyes registering the fact that both Quinn's parents cars were nowhere to be seen. Probably out drinking in some sleazy bar.
No answer.
She expected as much, if it was that easy then it wouldn't be worth it.
She grabbed the object from the seat and trudged towards the looming house. She rang the doorbell and waited expectantly ears straining for some sign of life.
No answer.
Surprise, surprise.
She really didn't want to squeeze through the cat flap again. Shivering, she returned to her car and sent a quick text to Santana.
Are you sure she's in there? The lights are all off and the cars are gone.
-Rachel Barbara Berry.
Seconds later, the phone vibrated with a reply.
Back of the house, second floor, third window to the right. It's her bedroom window. Be creative Berry.
–Santana.
The brunette huffed and once again left the warm confines of her car, lugging the item under her arm.
Crossing the immaculately kept lawn, the diva circled the building and looked up, counting. She set her burden down beside her and stamped her foot.
Now what?
Her eyes scanned the area and came to rest on a small pile of loose pebbles that had been chipped from the wall. Santana's words ringing in her ears. "Be creative Berry."
She really hated throwing things, she almost always succeeded in tossing the various objects back in her own direction. On one memorable occasion, was when she managed to chip her tooth whilst attempting to throw a frizz bee back to her Dad who was a mere six metres away.
She reluctantly scooped the rock fragments into her palm and took aim, her tongue darting out in concentration. She threw the first rock and immediately threw her hands over her head, screaming about teeth being important for Broadway stars. When it became clear that her teeth were in no immediate danger, she lowered her protective stance and tried again.
The second pebble hit the first window and clattered to the ground. She closed her eyes and inhaled.
You can do this.
She opened her eyes and threw the final, somewhat bigger stone, it clipped the window and rebounded. She had just enough time to note that the light had turned on, when the rock collided with her forehead and knocked her out cold. She fell unconscious with an overwhelming sense of annoyance.
She awoke groggily, noting the soft feel of a bed beneath her heavy limbs.
Damn rocks ..
Her eyes fluttered open and took in her surroundings slowly, she was in a bed. That was the only thing that registered in her brain at the moment.
She shifted and felt a warm arm brush her own. Startled, she leapt abruptly from the bed feeling rather un ninja-like as she got wrapped up in the various bedclothes. Eventually managing to free herself from the jumble of blankets, she switched the bedside lamp on, which cast an eerie glow on the now familiar bedroom.
She slowly glanced at the bed. Quinn rolled over and groped blindly at the space the brunette had lain mere seconds before. She sighed in her sleep and snuggled further into her pillow.
How adorable.
She gazed at the sleeping blonde fondly, while her reason for being here was slowly coming back to her. Her eyes fell upon the jewel encrusted, pink battery powered CD player that she had brought with her, was now resting at the foot of the bed.
This is so not the wooing I had in mind.
She wanted to woo the blonde goddamit! And that's exactly what she was going to do.
She traipsed to the bed and poked the cheerleader in the ribs.
No response. Naturally.
Biting her lip, she poked her even harder, eliciting a groan from the blonde.
The brunette huffed. The taller girl was stubborn even while she was asleep. Rolling onto the bed, she hovered over the blonde and gently tickled her nose.
This time, the Cheerio practically grunted, and reached up, grabbing the collar of the diva's shirt and pulling her into an unbreakable hug.
Son of a ..
The shorter girl struggled and tried to worm her way out of the hold.
"Stop wriggling" came the sudden demand from the blonde.
The brunette froze.
"Y-your awake?"
"Yes. And those pokes hurt" complained the taller girl, eyes still firmly closed.
"Sorry." Replied the flustered brunette.
"Go back to sleep" came the mumbled response.
"I can't! I need to woo you!"
She felt the blonde snort and snuggle closer.
"Is that why you were throwing things at my window in the middle of the night?"
"P-perhaps." Admitted the brunette.
"I was trying to be romantic." Sniffed the diva unhappily.
The blonde's eyes shot open at the unhappy tone.
"Rachel, as I'm sure you have gathered from our current position, that I forgive you. So no "wooing" is needed." The taller girl chuckled slightly, indicating their close proximity. "You couldn't have known. I should have told you. I just ..wasn't ready to have you look at me with those beautiful eyes and see pity looking back at me."
"No Quinn, it was all my fault. I didn't once stop to ask myself why you did what you did. I wanted to sing you this song because it's important you know how I really feel about you" elaborated the diva, gazing at the blonde beside her.
"Ok." Whispered Quinn.
The brunette beamed and made a motion to get up.
"No" growled the blonde, pulling her back down.
"Quinn sweetie, I need my CD player to add the dramatic background music."
The cheerio shook her head.
"Sing it acapella. Your voice is gorgeous when it's naked."
The brunette blushed at the compliment and the innuendo. Settling herself in the circle of the taller girls arms, her gaze locking with the blonde's hazel eyes.
If your not the one, then why does my soul feel glad today? If your not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?
The brunette reached down and entwined her hands with the blonde's own.
If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call?
The diva brought their hands up to cover her heart. The cheerleader smiling as she felt it frantically beating beneath her palm.
The brunette returned her smile, pouring everything she had into the song.
I don't wanna run away, but I can't take it I don't understand. If I'm not made for you than why does my heart tell me that I am?
The tanned girl blinked and tears streamed slowly down her cheeks. A beautiful waterfall. She threw her arms desperately around the blonde's neck and pulled her impossibly closer, singing quietly into her ear.
Is their anyway that I can stay in your arms?
Quinn held the other girl, feeling completely overwhelmed by the onslaught of emotions. She had no idea the brunette would ever return her feelings, let alone return them so intensely.
And I breathe you, into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today.. Cause I love you, whether it's wrong or right.. And now I'm here with you tonight ..
You know my heart is by your side.
The brunette dragged out the last note until she had not an ounce of air left in her entire body. The two remained like that for a long time.
"I love you" breathed the diva.
The blonde sobbed and pulled back slightly the better to study the brunette's face, all she saw was unending love and honesty.
"I love you too."
They both fell asleep still whispering " I love you."