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Once Phoebe Buffay said: "She's your lobster. C'mon you guys. It's a known fact that lobsters fall in love and mate for life. You can actually see old lobster couples, walking around their tank, you know, holding claws."

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-Chapter eight-

Lobsters

"You must be kidding me" Rachel squealed, staring blankly at a blonde girl with green eyes in front of her. She looked a lot like Quinn, but she was Nancy, her sister. Rachel was dripping with rain, holding her black umbrella, which was pretty much useless, considered that her black coat was soaked.

"I'm really not" Nancy said, with a polite smile. Rachel groaned. She had basically ran from her apartment, which was in Broadway, to Quinn's, which was in Manhattan. So much for looking good for Quinn. She needed to talk to her, she really needed it. Even if they were going to be just friends. She needed Quinn in her life, in one way or another. So, she ran through the subway, and she catapulted herself to Quinn's apartment. And now, Nancy Lilith Fabray was telling her that Quinn went out for a walk? In the middle of a storm? And Nancy had let her? Rachel was fuming.

"What was your name again?" Nancy asked.

"Why did you let her go outside with this kind of weather? Do you know that storms are dangerous? Has someone ever told you that? What if she slips in a puddle? What if a tree…" Rachel started rambling about every possible tragic incident that came to her mind, under Nancy's shocked green gaze.

"Quinn's fine" Nancy interrupted her, "But who are you and how do you know my sister? You look familiar, though."

"Of course I look familiar, Nancy Lilith Fabray" Rachel hissed, "I am Rachel Berry, and I need to talk to Quinn, so could you please tell me where the hell she went with this goddamn weather?"

"Rachel! Oh, my God! Is this really you? Oh, God, I didn't recognize you" Nancy exclaimed.

"Where's Quinn?" Rachel asked urgently.

"I don't know, she said she was going out for a walk. She usually goes to Central Park when she says it, try there."

With all the places on the Earth, Quinn had to go to Central Park in the middle of a thunderstorm? Rachel scoffed. God, the wind was so wild, it even broke her umbrella, and she had to leave it in a trash can. Now she really was sodden, with her long dark hair sprained all over her shoulders, while she held up on arm, to shield her face from the rain. God, Central Park was huge, how could she hope to see Quinn in that mess? Then again, why in hell did she have to take a walk during a storm like that? Rachel groaned. That damn girl, she was… unbelievably beautiful and smart- No, Rachel! But even if she was walking through a storm just to see her, Rachel was physically unable to think bad things about her. Like, she just couldn't.

She tanked all the gods she studied back in High School, when they studied the Egyptians, because Kurt insisted on not wearing makeup. She was going to be eternally grateful to Kurt, since is she were wearing makeup, by now she would be like a panda who has been hit in the face.

She ducked her head in her black coat, trembling. She honestly couldn't tell if she was trembling because of the cold rain or because of the anxiety that was running through her veins.

Damn rain. Why it had to rain every single time she wanted to be with Quinn? And why did Quinn love the rain that much. God, she hated it. False. She loved how Quinn adored the rain. She couldn't help but think about how genuinely happy the blonde looked, spinning in the rain, her crystalline laugh filling the air, her blonde hair floating all around her head like a crown. She loved her- No! Well, actually yes, but no! Not yet at least.

Rachel almost slipped on the grass, and she had to hug a tree to keep herself from falling on the ground. She was already dripping, she was not going to fall on her face and make a fool of herself, risking Quinn to see her. She just needed a broke nose now, and it would be perfect.

Rachel was just ruminating on those thoughts, when she saw her. She saw – or at least, she thought she saw, since it was all blurred by the rain – a swing set with three swings which moved lightly in the wind. But on one of the swings there was a girl, who was just calmly sitting there, tapping delicately with her feet on the ground, like she wanted to swing, but she didn't know how. Holding her breath, Rachel counted the taps.

Two taps, one tap, five quick taps.

Rachel almost choked.

The light green dress, the long blonde hair, the tapping.

"Quinn?" she called. God, if the girl wasn't Quinn she had just made the biggest fool of herself. But no, she had to be Quinn.

The blonde's head snapped up, and Rachel smiled. A big, wide, golden star smile. She was Quinn. The girl on the swing was Quinn, and she was looking at her deeply. Rachel stepped closer to her, but Quinn didn't get up of the swing. Her jaw had fallen, though, and her big hazel eyes were wide, like she was trying to figure out if Rachel was just a hallucination.

"What are you doing out there?" Rachel smirked, and as for putting strength in her question, wild wind ran through the park, making the trees shake and the swings collapse on each other.

"Th-thinking" Quinn quietly replied, and Rachel grinned. Of course she was.

"What's so important to bring you out there during a storm?" Rachel asked. Quinn slowly got up, and she looked into Rachel's eyes. She took a step forward, and now she and Rachel were just a few steps away. Too far, in Rachel's opinion, but she needed to go slow.

"Y-you" Quinn admitted, and Rachel's heart ached again. That soft voice of Quinn's should be illegal, she thought.

"Quinn, I'm sorry for the other day, I went to fast. If I scared you, if that's the reason why you ran away, you can tell me, Quinn, I promise" Rachel blurted out, trying to clean her eyes from the drops of rain which were blurring her visual. "It's just… I like you so much, Quinn. Oh, gosh, feels so good finally telling this out loud. I really hope you can forgive me if I had done something wrong, but… can you please talk to me? I hate you being mad at me, especially if it's all my fault…"

"I-I'm not m-mad" Quinn interrupted her, and Rachel pressed her lips together. No one could make Rachel Berry shut up. No one except for that gorgeous blonde girl in front of her. "I j-just- I've n-never… I d-don't…"

"Quinn, calm down" Rachel begged her, taking a few steps forward and grabbing sweetly Quinn's hands, which were shacking. "Please, breathe, Quinn. It's okay, you can talk to me, you know that, right? I'm right here, Quinn, I'm right here."

"I've n-never…" Quinn breathed deeply, "I've n-never b-been k-kissed. And y-you w-were… s-so k-kind, R-Rae."

Rae. Rachel smirked. If Quinn called her Rae, she must have done something right. She knew Quinn had something else to say, so she stayed quiet, patiently waiting, and hoping, and praying.

"I f-freaked out b-because I w-was afraid" Quinn admitted, her eyes firmly locked on their hands clutched together. "I w-was af-afraid o-of n-not being good en-enough f-for y-you. B-because I s-stutter, b-because I-I d-don't get a-along with p-people, b-because I have A-Asperger…"

"Shut up" Rachel firmly said, her hands squeezing firmly Quinn's. The blonde did what Rachel said and tilted her head up a little, to meet Rachel's gaze, "Just… don't say that, please. That's not true. You are amazing, Quinn. And all those things you said, the stuttering, the autism, the… everything, will not keep me away. They are exactly the reasons why I'm falling for you, okay? Don't you dare you're not good enough for me, because that's bullshit, if you excuse me the term. You are perfect, Quinn, truly. Now, don't tell Santana I said this, because I always tell her that no one is perfect, but… you truly are, Quinn, you…"

Oh, fuck.

Rachel couldn't finish her speech, because Quinn's lips were suddenly smashing against hers, with a strength that was also delicate. How could someone be so strong and delicate at the same time? Rachel didn't know and she didn't care, because Quinn was kissing her. Oh, God. Quinn was holding her tight, with her arms wrapped around Rachel's waist, her eyes shut close. When Rachel realized that Quinn's lips were lightly surrounding her lower lip, she lost it. Rachel cupped Quinn's neck with a hand, and with the other gripped tightly Quinn's green dress, bringing her close.

Rachel gasped softly when Quinn's tongue brushed against her lips gently. Yep. She was totally intoxicated by Quinn. She parted her own lips, humming quietly when she felt Quinn deepening the kiss. It was Quinn's time to gasp when Rachel bit lightly her bottom lip. They went slow and delicate, without any rush.

They eventually parted, but just because Rachel had to breathe, but she didn't step back. Rachel kept her hand firmly wrapped around Quinn's neck, their foreheads leaning on each other. They were so close that Rachel's long and dark eyelashes were tickling Quinn's pale skin.

"Y-you're s-so beautiful" Quinn blurted out. Her face when she realized what she had said, was just priceless. Rachel just nervously giggled. No one had ever said her that she was beautiful. No one. People usually called her ManHands, or Dwarf, or Hobbit. But beautiful… no one. Quinn was just too much.

Rachel parted her lips, as if she was about to say something, but she found out her mouth was dry.

"You are just… just… you are… I love you" Rachel blurted out.

Wait a damn second.

Did she just said it out loud?

After like… two kisses?

Well, fuck.

"You are just… just… you are… I love you."

Quinn felt like someone had stolen all the air from her lungs. What did Rachel just said? She froze. And she felt the tiny brunette still in her arms freeze too. Quinn didn't understand it. She was supposed to freak out. She was supposed to ran away, she was supposed to be scared. After all, she only knew grown-up Rachel for a few weeks, and she had knew her for a year when they were ten years old. She was supposed to be scared.

Instead, she wasn't.

Deep down, Quinn just knew that she had loved Rachel since day one, since when they met in the school garden and the tiny girl told her: 'But why would they tell bad things about you? You're so pretty', when for the first time, she saw that people weren't always bad. Well, they were mean all the time, but not that small girl.

"Oh, God, Quinn I'm so sorry; I did it again, didn't I? I am so very sorry, Quinn, I mean what I say, but if you're not ready…" Rachel was rambling those words.

For the first time in a long time, Quinn noticed that her mind was focused on only one though, that her hands were perfectly still, that she wasn't trembling. Because Rachel was more important than all those things. Rachel was more important than everything in the world.

"Rae" she softly said, and when Rachel's deep and dark Bambi eyes snapped back on her, she shivered a little. "I love y-you too."

The smile Rachel gave her was just… just precious. She could see sparkles in her eyes, even though the rain which was still falling all around them. Quinn had just realized that the only thing she wanted to do for the rest of her days was watching and making Rachel smile.

"You… really?" Rachel was struggling to hold back tears, Quinn knew it. She loved her, she loved her so much.

"I l-love you, R-Rae" God, she so didn't want to stutter right now. But she knew that Rachel was the best person in the world, and she didn't care about the stuttering. "S-so much. God, I s-so w-wish I c-could t-tell this with-without stuttering."

"You… I love you, Quinn" Rachel said, wiping away her own tears ow joy, and brushing gently a hand on Quinn's pale cheek. "All of you is just… precious, and if I could… if I could just erase all the bad things people said to you I would, believe me. You deserve… the best things in the world. You deserve to be loved, and I promise I will do my best to make sure… you're amazing Quinn, and I- I don't… oh, God, I guess I'm Stutters, now."

Quinn giggled. She pressed another kiss on Rachel's soft, soft lips. They were soft, and they tasted sweet, but also like rain, and they were… ice-cold. In fact, the whole tiny body was shacking.

"Rae, y-you're free-freezing" Quinn murmured, as she wrapped her arms more tightly around the small shacking diva.

"I'm good, if you hold me close" Rachel murmured, but she could see the rattle of her teeth, her shacking shoulders soaked with the rain which was still falling.

"C-come on, let's b-bring you h-home" Quinn chuckled and then added, "I don't w-want m-my S-Starlet to free-freeze in the mi-middle of a p-park."

"Your Starlet?" Rachel asked, looking up at Quinn. Quinn had decided it, though. Rachel was small, and cute, and a golden star, even if in her head she was more green than golden, but anyway. Rachel was a little star, a Starlet, in Quinn's mind, so she was going to call her that.

"I m-mean, I c-could always c-call you Astrum, w-which is the L-Latin word for star, b-but I th-think St-Starlet it's c-cuter" Quinn explained. Another thing she loved about Rachel: the brunette always listened to her reasonings, and she understood them.

"I love Starlet" Rachel assured her, and then a drop of rain fell right into her eyes. "Ow! And on this note, I think we should definitely go home."

Two hours later, Quinn and Rachel were curled up on Rachel's couch, wrapped in each other arms, covered by multiple blankets. The brunette was still trembling, and Quinn was doing her best to warm her, since her beautiful… girlfriend? Was still frozen.

"Th-that is th-the last time y-you r-run after me un-under the rain" Quinn stated, wrapping tighter her arms around the brunette laying on her chest.

"I had a good reason for that, though" Rachel hummed, lazily twisting a lock of golden blonde hair. "Quinn, I know we are like… super best friends, but I was hoping that… maybe, if you want to, you could be like… my girlfriend?"

Rachel felt Quinn's heart beating faster.

"I-I'd love th-that" Quinn replied amused, "O-one c-condition, though."

Rachel tilted her head to look into Quinn's gorgeous hazel eyes.

"Y-you have t-to eat b-blue Gatorade pop-popsicles with m-me at l-least once a w-week" Quinn firmly said.

"You've got to be kidding me, Q" Rachel's eyes went wide, "Those things are just- ew. Once every two months."

"T-two weeks."

"One m-month and hal-half."

"Three weeks."

"One m-month."

"Deal" Rachel smirked, and leaned over to press a sweet kiss on Quinn's sweet lips. They were soft, and they tasted good. They tasted like home. "So, I guess I have a girlfriend, now."

"Y-you t-totally do" Quinn smirked back. Her arms suddenly strongly squeezed Rachel's waist, to pull her impossibly close. She pressed a light kiss on Rachel's head, ruffling her dark hair. Rachel hummed quietly when the blonde squeezed her again. Safe. She was safe in Quinn's arms. She was home.

"Quinn?" she hummed softly, with her eyes closed. She was exhausted after spending the whole day running after Quinn under the rain, but she didn't regret a single thing. Quinn breathed out a quiet whimper, and Rachel took it as a hint to go on. "Do you think… would you say yes if I asked you to go on a date with me? Like, a real date, with no rain or puddles."

"I t-think that woo-would b-be just am-amazing" Quinn smiled deeply, but she was just too tired to cheer, so she only held Rachel tight.

The two girls fell asleep, peacefully.