AN: So because I have about 6 stories that I've started and never had time to finish (excluding this and Heartbeat Song but including Say You'll Be Mine and the You're All I Need sequel) once this story is finished, I'm going to take a break for a while to get them sorted. When I've got at least 2 finished I'll start publishing them while I continue working on the others. In that break I'm going to upload all of my works on here to archive of our own but when I post new things, I'm going to post them on here one day before on ao3 as I'm kinda loyal aha.
When I do have finished works to post, chapters will be uploaded regularly so that's gotta make people happy and make up for the break right? I think I'm going to prefer doing it that way than writing a chapter a week.
I don't know when this will finish as I'm only about halfway through series 3 and have a lot planned for prom/graduation. So we'll see if I end up doing a time jump to then or whether I manage to churn out at least one chapter per episode that being said, this chapter covers both Michael and The Spanish Teacher.
So stay tuned and make sure you're following me as an author so when I do take a break, you'll know when I've returned. Anyway, on with the story, it's a short and choppy chapter but best I could come up with.
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Chapter 20
Quinn takes a deep breath as she holds the envelope in her hands.
This is it. She thinks. Make or break.
As she opens the letter, a huge grin spreads across her face and she instantly rushes out of her house and into her car.
Ten minutes later she knocks on a large wooden door.
"I GOT IN!" She yells as soon as the door opens, jumping into the arms of the person on the other side of the door. "I got accepted into Yale!"
"Oh my God, Quinn! That's incredible!" Rachel squeals, grinning alongside her girlfriend. "I'm so proud of you."
The brunette rocks up onto her toes to kiss Quinn deeply.
"We're going to be about an hour apart but we'll survive it right?" Rachel asks, after pulling away.
"Right." Quinn smiles, internally panicking. But she can't tell her, she can't shatter her dreams. Not now, not until it's definite.
Quinn had applied to other schools without telling Rachel, and it was likely she'd get in when they find out about her early acceptance to Yale. One of them she was really excited about but it was so far away and she wasn't sure what to do. So she was just going to ignore it until she heard whether she'd got in or not. No point stressing if she then didn't get accepted.
Then again, she was lying to Rachel and she hated doing that, or was it really lying? Just covering the truth?
Quinn spends the next few days walking on eggshells around her girlfriend. Rachel still hadn't heard from NYADA and was stressing over it, especially after Kurt receives his letter.
That afternoon she'd spoken to Kurt, she spent the evening wrapped in Quinn's arms crying, thinking her life was over as she hadn't been accepted.
While she held the brunette, Quinn was overthinking, wondering if this would work out better for their relationship, if she heard back from the other colleges, maybe Rachel could come with her. Though she didn't want Rachel to just follow her through life.
The Berry men sensed the tension and stayed well away.
Finally, Rachel runs up to Quinn at her locker, holding an envelope.
"Is that?" She asks.
"I'm a finalist!" Rachel practically screams, launching herself at Quinn, forgetting they were still at school and kissing her girlfriend in celebration.
They pull apart as soon as they hear the gasps.
"Oops." The diva whispers, turning to see the colour drain from Quinn's face. "Quinn…"
The blonde snaps out of her daze. "You know what? It's fine, I have been waiting for weeks to be able to kiss you in the hallways and now I can, our parents know, our friends know, it was the next step."
Quinn pulls Rachel in for another kiss which the brunette returns greedily until they're both drenched in sticky, cold liquid.
"Well that was inevitable." Quinn mutters, wiping the slushie out of her eyes before checking Rachel was okay.
The two girls make their way to the bathroom and help each other clean off and Rachel is glad that for once she wasn't alone after a slushie attack.
When Mr Schue announces his plan for this week's lesson, Quinn groans, she's never been very good at Spanish and having to sing songs in the language seems like hell to the blonde, not believing that it would help her learn how to speak it. Quinn wasn't stupid, she knew this was Mr Schue being insecure over his teaching position, ever since he'd got that complaint he more or less went into overdrive, pushing the students to learn the language that he's failed to teach them over the past few years.
Glancing to her left, Quinn sees Santana looking bored, filing her nails. Now this wasn't uncommon but somehow the blonde deduced that it was Santana who complained. The Latina didn't show it often but she did care about her education, and even though she was more or less fluent in Spanish anyway she felt bad for people like Brittany who may need the language in the future and wasn't getting taught efficiently.
Almost all the glee girls, along with Kurt, perk up when David Martinez walks into the room. Quinn keeps one eye on Rachel when she makes a comment about the guy's smile, alongside Kurt and Sugar.
Santana and Quinn share a look as they notice Rachel and Brittany are unable to tear their eyes away from the guest. As the music to 'Sexy and I Know It' starts up, they nod at each other before each pulling their girls up to dance.
Rachel crosses her hands behind Quinn's neck as Quinn possessively places her hands on the brunette's waist.
"Jealousy is a hot look on you." She whispers in the taller girl's ear.
"I'm not…"
"I belong to you Quinn."
The blonde can't stop the grin from spreading across her face before leaning down to capture Rachel's lips in a soft kiss.
Suddenly she feels a hard shove against her shoulder.
"Enough with the PDA Quinn." Finn yells once he's got her attention.
"Oh yet it was okay for you to kiss her in front of thousands at Nationals last year?" She fires back, the song coming to a stop around them.
"That was different."
"How?"
Quinn tries to make her way towards the boy but Rachel's hand round her wrist stops her. Glancing over her shoulder she sees the fear in the diva's eyes so Quinn forces herself to calm down slightly but she wasn't about to stop defending her relationship.
"She loves me." Finn argues.
"No, she may have loved you but she loves me now, you need to grow up and accept that. This relationship has had enough drama."
"That's not true, tell her Rachel, tell her you're just playing with her to make me jealous, you love a little jealousy."
Both Finn and Quinn turn to Rachel expectantly.
"It's true." She admits with a weak voice, Quinns waits with bated breath to find out which of them she was talking to. "I love Quinn. Please just accept that Finn."
Finn storms out, kicking over a chair in his trademark fashion on the way, while Quinn releases her breath.
"Are you okay?" Quinn asks as Rachel collapses into her arms.
"Yes, just take me home Quinn."
Rachel spends another evening wrapped in Quinn's arms. It's her favourite place to be - second favourite is between Quinn's legs, closely followed by having Quinn between her legs.
"So…" She starts, shifting slightly to look into those hazel eyes. "It's Valentine's day next week and my dads are finally using that voucher I got them for Christmas so I'm going to be home alone… want to stay over?"
"Is that even a question?" Quinn giggles. "Rach you know I'd love to."
"Great, and by the way since you surprised me with a romantic evening a couple of weeks ago, it's my turn to woo you so don't go planning anything."
"Can I at least buy you a present?"
"Of course, what kind of girlfriend would you be if you didn't buy me something nice for Valentine's?" The brunette teases.
"Gotcha. Though this is the first Valentine's day I've actually looked forward to."
"Same, I love how everything feels different with you."
"Good different I hope?"
"Hmm, great different. I've been waiting my whole life to feel like this."
"Feel like what?" Quinn prompts.
"Like I'm finally one hundred percent happy."
