Chapter 12 – Prom Night
For the third time this week, Rachel and Jesse were going out on a date. Sam Evans was upstairs in his room at the Berry's, cursing himself, Jesse, Finn, Puck – just a bit – and everything else in this world, for being home, stuck there like an idiot, while Jesse was downstairs, sweeping Rachel off her feet over and over. He remembered the shock first when she had told him she was going out the night of her first date with that dreamy asshole. He could not believe it, Puck had told him everything Jesse had done and she had forgiven him, while she couldn't forgive Sam for a thing he had said – not even said, he stopped before, she just guessed because she was Rachel Berry and was cleverer than cleverness itself – out of spite, jealousy and frustration. How was that even possible? True, their relationship was more appeased. They could be around each other with relative ease, they had even taken on to do homework together with Puck in the days he wasn't working, she kept tutoring him and she would always chat with him for a bit before they were off to bed.
But it was just that, they were friendly but they were not even friends. He felt like there was a lot of things they needed to tell each other, but could not. Each time he had tried to have a serious conversation with her, she had dodged it, either subtly or outright telling him that with him living with them, it would be better if they kept things uncomplicated. Funny that the night she chose to tell him so, was the night when he entered her room without knocking and found her in her towel, getting out of the shower, water droplets caressing her smooth smoking hot body. That image would remain stuck in his head forever. She was absolute perfection, Rachel Berry just for him. So close, yet so far away, metaphorically. "Metaphors are important, Sam," he can hear her say during their tutoring sessions.
Last time he brought back an "A" from English class, she had naturally wrapped her arms around his neck and he automatically wrapped his around her waist. It was a hug, a brief one. But for Sam, it was a moment. It was evidence, if he ever needed more, that he was falling hard for Rachel Berry. What he felt for Quinn seemed like a joke compared to the somersaults his heart was doing in his chest when she was close to him – which was not a whole lot, because she kept at herself. How could he not fall for her? She was gorgeous, kind, forgiving, passionate, driven, focused, determined, goal-oriented, had the voice of an angel. He could go on and on. Plus, she did his family a solid when they needed the most.
Needless to say, his family absolutely loved Rachel. His mother could not believe the second straight A he brought home – well to the Berry's – and she didn't even realize that it was Rachel tutoring him all along. He had mentioned tutoring but never her identity. That night at dinner, Amy wouldn't stop thanking Rachel. Stacey had doubled her efforts in singing lessons and resolved to be as good as Rachel someday. They would often rehearse together and just do girl's stuff together. His heart swelled each time they would exclaim "girls time!" and go out for shopping or an ice-cream. Then there was Stevie who had the cutest crush for Rachel, who he was constantly trying to impress. He would often ask Sam, "why don't you date Rachel, she's perfect!" Sam just nodded, and failed to answer because he knew that if he weren't with Rachel at the moment, it was mainly his fault.
Despite all of it, he was sitting idly while another guy was taking Rachel on dates. He had asked her the day before whether she considered herself in a relationship with Jesse. He held his breath at her answer. "I don't know. We haven't really talked about it. I guess I am, yes." After that, he had the worst night of his life. He couldn't properly sleep, all the thought about was Rachel and Jesse together. Sure, he was still with Santana – sort of – and it was hot and heavy and all, but that is all it was. Purely physical. He didn't have goosebumps when he thought of her, he didn't feel the restless anticipation he felt before he knew he would spend time with Rachel, he didn't feel that giddiness. All that, that was with Rachel. She was with another man. He knew better this time, though. He had to keep his jealousy in check, not make the stupid mistakes he had done before.
He was perusing through a comic book during the evening, jumping on his toes every time he would heard the door, or think he heard the door. That date couldn't finish soon enough, he wanted her back home so that he could make sure that Jesse was not making too much of a good impression, that he still stood a chance. He did realize that at times, when she ran into him shirtless, she would ogle him – not so – discreetly, and she would like what she saw. He hoped she'd be able to like him for him too. She had once. But he messed it all up, by himself, no help needed, he thought bitterly.
Then, there was Puck. He could swear all he wanted that Rachel and he were just friends, but Sam got hold of some glances, some small touches, small gestures that betrayed Puck's infatuation with Rachel – wait, infatuation? Seriously, Rachel was starting to rub off him way too much. Not that he complained one bit. Then he heard it. Finally. The door. Rachel was back. God, was it long. "Thank you Jesse, the night was lovely," he didn't mean to eavesdrop when he conveniently chose that moment to go to the bathroom on the floor. And what if he stopped at the top of the stairs to hear more of that conversation. "Thank you for your company Rachel. I'm glad we were able to have that conversation, that you're giving me another chance, and that you accepted to go to Prom with me."
Sam felt like throwing up. "Giving me another chance," it could only mean one thing. They were back together, which took Rachel even more further from him. They are going to Prom together, the thought made his chest pang with envy and despair. Technically, he was supposed to go with Santana, but he couldn't help green altering his vision at the thought that Jesse was the one who would buy the wrist corsage for her, get to put it around her beautiful perfect wrist, take her hand, dance the night away with her. That thought made Sam miserable.
That night, Sam did not come to her room for their usual before-bed chatter, Rachel couldn't help but notice. She had a very nice evening with Jesse, but she stupidly looked forward to talking to Sam, even for a little while. She didn't know why. They were becoming friends again, and the simple fact that he did not come made it feel like they were going backwards. He must've been tired, she thought in order to justify this. On the other end of the hallway, Sam had walked back and forth from his room to hers at least a dozen times, but couldn't get himself to knock and get in. He didn't trust himself to keep his temper in check, should Rachel begin to recount her date with St James.
Prom was a week away and Rachel walked in that morning with Sam in school. The ride had been spent in uncomfortable silence, a topic hanging between them, both aware of it, yet both unable to get rid of the tension. Rachel saw Puck and walked to his locker, greeting him and telling him, excitedly: "I am going to Prom with Jesse, and before you say anything, yes, we're trying again, and yes you are going to behave Noah Puckerman." Puck growled. "Fine, I'll behave. But if he does anything he shouldn't, I promise I won't be gentle." Rachel smiled at him and kissed his cheek lightly. For half a second, he fluttered. Noah Puckerman fluttered. It's been a few days that Rachel has had this weird effect on him, while it was true they talked about this and both figured they were better as friends, he just couldn't help these recent developments.
Later that day, Tina and Mercedes came to Rachel's locker. She was thankful, they would be a good diversion for Finn Hudson who she was avoiding. Indeed, Kurt had told her that he may have inadvertently revealed she would go to Prom with Jesse St James, and that Finn was looking for her to speak. Needless to say, she wasn't up for the discussion. "Hello girls, how are you? What can I do for you?" Tina spoke first. "We miss you Rachel… Not as a singer. We know you won't be returning to Glee Club, but we were wondering if you would consider coming with us and Kurt to choose dresses for Prom?" Mercedes was smiling too, showing she seconded Tina's request. "I mean, I'd like that, if that is not too much of an inconvenience. I know we haven't always seen eye to eye, but…" Mercedes interrupted her.
"No, Rachel. You were right all along. We haven't been fair to you, we took you for granted and haven't been loyal to you when we should have. The reality is, you are a good person, Rachel, probably better than us. You stepped up when Kurt was harassed by Karofsky when none of us did. Kurt speaks very highly of you, and sure, you could be a bit… intense in Glee Club, but we get it now, it is because you wanted us to sound our best. We'd like it if we could start over, and be friends. And to quote you, I am going to hug you now." Rachel laughed at the memory of her telling this Mercedes after she gracefully let her have the solo at sectionals the previous year, and hugged her fellow diva. "It is settled then, let's get those dresses together and show the boys," Rachel exclaimed.
She was satisfied that she had finished the day without running into Finn. She knew she wouldn't be able to keep her temper in check should he say anything about her relationship with Jesse. Sure, she didn't feel for Jesse what she felt for Finn – or for Sam, she thought, before shaking that thought away. Get a grip Berry, you only kissed once. Lost in her thoughts, she took the hallway where Finn's locker was located. There he was, fuming. "Rach, Rach," he yelled, getting her out of her Sam Evans-induced trance. She sighed. There it was. "Rach, wait, I need to speak to you."
Rachel decided she'd try sarcasm as a shield. "Not to worry, I'll be voting for you and Quinn for Prom King and Queen. Are we done here?" Finn looked at her, dumbfounded. "No, it's not that at all. I mean, thanks Rachel, but that's not what I came to talk about." Rachel folded her arms on her chest and looked at him, expectedly, but remaining silent as a sign for him to go on. "Alright, there is a rumor that you might be going to Prom with Jesse St James. Is it true?" Rachel exhaled. There was no turning back now anyway. "Not that it is any of your business, but yes. I will. Considering he is my boyfriend, it makes sense that he would be my date for Prom, and I'll expect you to behave, Finn," she said in a threatening voice.
Then she saw it, the fury in his eyes, the little twitch in his mount that indicated he was going to be a spoiled brat again that could not accept that Rachel was moving on. "But, Rachel, he's been awful to you. I am just looking out for you here, you cannot go with him. And you certainly cannot date him. It's Jesse St James. All he's tried to do was to steal you away from me when we were together. How can you forgive this and the egging, and the betrayal?"
Rachel laughed loudly, bitterly. Finn recoiled slightly, a bit afraid of Rachel's reaction. He knew Rachel was the sweetest, but she could also be the fiercest when she needed to be. And she was scary for such a short tiny girl. "Listen, Finn. First, you have no say in who I can or cannot date, who I can or cannot go to Prom with. You stopped having a say in it when you broke up with me. Yes, Jesse has been arguably awful to me, that is quite right. But guess what, so were you, Finn." She put her hand in the air as a way for him to let her finish, as she saw he was about to interrupt her. "You were ashamed of me, always worrying that people would see you with the Glee diva freak. You chose popularity over me every step of the way. You said you loved me, but you never showed it and at the first occasion, you dumped me. You dumped me while you were the one lying. You've been lying for months, to me. Have you ever apologized for all you've done? Never. Not a single time. So no, Finn, I did not ruin our relationship, nor did Jesse. You did. It was all your doing, and the day you decide to come to terms with the idea, maybe you'll be able to move on. Also, Jesse never tried to steal me away from you. You decided to go on a date with Santana and Brittany, remember?"
Finn took her hand in his, her small delicate hand. God, I miss her. What did I do to us? He led us in the nearest classroom. "Rachel, can we please talk, without animosity? Please?" None of us noticed that Sam had followed them and was staying around the classroom just in case. "There was no animosity on my end, Finn. Just a few truths that needed to be said." Finn smiled sadly at her. "You're right. I haven't treated you right, Rach. For that, I am sorry. But I'm willing to change. I still love you, I always will. Please…" he said, softly. He felt all he did with her was begging, but she was worth it. He finally realized she was, it took for him to lose her to realize it.
"Finn, this is sweet. But they're just words. We both are in relationships. I don't think Quinn would like it if she knew you were here, trying to get me back behind her back. I won't be the girl who will break up a couple. Not again." Finn got closer to her as she stepped back, her back practically against the wall. "I'll break up with Quinn, I swear. Once we're crowned King and Queen, I'll break up with her…" Rachel laughed acidly. Popularity, always. "There, Finn. That's precisely why you and I won't never work. I am not going to sit around and wait for you to win whatever plastic crown that makes you feel good about yourself. I am not a second choice. I'll never be."
She tried to circumvent him and get out of the classroom, but he held her arm, gently though, in a desperate attempt to make her stop. She slightly grimaced, and that was all it took for Sam to bolt in the classroom and push Finn away from Rachel. "Dude, she said no. Let her go, you're hurting her." Rachel's heart couldn't help but swell at Sam's protectiveness. "Sam, it's okay. Finn didn't hurt me. But Sam is right, Finn. I am not interested, and I won't be. Please leave me alone. Let's go, Sam. Dad and Daddy would be expecting us for coffee." She then took Sam's hand, leaving a dejected Finn behind. Goosebumps were coursing through Sam at the mere touch of her skin. It had been a while since last time she took his hand. It fitted it so right in his, and he did not let go during their walk to her car.
"How's Glee Club going, girls? Sam told me that Mercedes got the solo and the lead in the duo with Finn, congratulations!" The three divas and Kurt were at the mall, roaming around for the perfect dress, Mercedes was trying on a dress that fitted just right. The color was not perfect for her complexion tough. At least according to Kurt. "I don't know how you used to do it, Rachel. Honestly, it is so much pressure. Sometimes, I feel like my voice won't respond. Also, I hadn't realized before, but it does take a lot of practice. I understand why you spend your time at the auditorium in between classes. Not to mention, you really had to work hard to make Finn look good out there. I feel like he regressed so much ever since you left, or maybe our voices don't mesh well."
"I used to coach him a lot, make him work on his songs to be honest. He would only do so because they were make out sessions in between," Rachel said, her cheeks flushing. "I think you should try to sing with Sam, Mercedes. He's got a beautiful voice that would complement yours very nicely." Mercedes grinned. She found the dress. "You look gorgeous, Mercedes!" Tina exclaimed. Rachel nodded with a wide smile while Kurt looked at her appreciatively. "Perfect, Cedes. I just wish I could come to Prom with you guys. It would've been so much fun." Kurt was still at Dalton's, and he enjoyed his time there – and of course, there was his boyfriend, Blaine, whom the girls had all met. Blaine had a soft spot for Rachel in particular, for whom he had (not so) secretly a straight-platonic crush. "We'll see you at the after-party, Kurt. With Blaine! It's been a while I didn't see him. How is he?" He smiled. "Back off my boyfriend Berry. You have your own – and another blonde who'd like to be." Rachel looked at him, in utter shock.
"We've all noticed how Sam looks at you in the hallways, in class, how proud and happy he is to come every morning to school with you," Tina said. "And although I'm not at McKinley anymore, you know there is nothing that happens there without me knowing," Kurt said in a mischievous tone. Rachel folded her arms in faux annoyance. "Nothing is going on between Sam and I. He is just a friend that I am trying my best to help in a time when he needs it. I am with Jesse, who's been absolutely adorable, must I say. End of discussion. And you, you two, what are you? The Angels to Charlie over there – or should I say the Demons!" They all laughed before Kurt concluded. "Well, there are Three Charlie's Angels. Would you be the third one, Rachel Berry." She exhaled, exasperated. "I'd be my honor, Charlie. Now that we all have our dresses, let's get out of here."
Kurt had gone to Rachel's to help her and Lauren Zizes get ready for Prom. Lauren had tagged along and the plan was for Puck to come and pick her up while Jesse would pick up Rachel before they head all to dinner and then to the party. Sam had already gone to pick up Santana, his date for Prom, as they would all hang out with the cool kids at some pre-party before Prom. Then came the time traditional descent of the stairs moment where the girls would show off their dresses for the first time. Puck was discussing animatedly with Rachel's fathers when Lauren appeared. There was no doubt that Hummel had incredible skills when it came to dolling up a girl. Lauren looked just as badass as before, but a precious badass if you will. She was gorgeous with her dark blue dress and her hair styled in a physically impossible yet real bun. However, it wasn't for Lauren that Noah's breath got caught in his throat.
It was for one Rachel Berry. She had her hair styled in a looser way compared to Lauren, with few locks framing her lovely face. Her neck was for everyone to see, and it was perfect. Any lips would love to nibble on that perfectly-held neck. Her make-up was on point, mostly nude to feel natural yet sophisticated. What, he had a sister and a mother. And then, there was her dress. It was a strapless light pink dress that was so Rachel. His face grew of fondness remembering her seventh birthday when she was wearing a princess dress very similar to this one, with arguably more glitter on it. This time around, no glitter. Or rather, she was the glitter. As she reached the ground floor, he couldn't refrain from handing over his hand for her to take the last step. It had to be his hand, regardless of the death glare that Jesse St James was sending him. Puck planted a light kiss on her cheek, and he felt all the flutter get back to him in his belly. He, Noah Puckerman, the badass-in-chief, had unresolved feelings for Rachel Berry, the drama diva. He thought he had resolved them, but apparently, it was all a travesty. Travesty, again a Berry word that had found its place in his vocabulary.
"Rachel, you look positively stunning, baby," Jesse St James beamed, kissing her hand before kissing her lightly, under the protective look of her fathers and the envious look of Noah Puckerman. They all headed to Breadsticks, where the night was overall going smoothly. Sure, there was a bit of tension between Noah and Jesse, but nothing too heavy and Rachel decided it would be better to shrug it off. She couldn't help her giddy smile every time she noticed that Jesse would zone out from the discussion for a bit and stare lovingly at her. At some point, she leaned over to Noah and whispered. "Noah, I think we should figure out soon what to do with Quinn, she's her daughter too, after all." Noah nodded, they had discussed the other week when they went to see Beth and Shelby, that Quinn should be given the opportunity to connect with Beth, especially since Shelby would be moving to New York at the end of the school year, which was a couple of months away. "Fair enough, but I'd rather you sort it out with her. I am not really comfortable talking to her about this," or talking to her really. Quinn was still a sore topic, and Rachel understood. She just squeezed his hand in comfort and that sent goosebumps to his chest. "Also, Rachel, I didn't tell you, but you look absolutely breathtaking tonight." She smiled widely at him.
"Let's go guys, I want to go burn that dancefloor all night long," Lauren exclaimed and they were all off. Jesse took her hand gently and did not leave it until they got inside the gymnasium that was turned into a ballroom for the occasion. Puck was flanked at her right with Lauren on his arm. She was smiling to her boyfriend, and felt the looks on her, in particular Quinn Fabray's venomous look. She sighed, she knew she'd have to talk to her at some point. The things I'd do for Noah. She was oblivious to the effect she had on the boys in the room, and on two of them, in particular.
Finn Hudson had his signature naïve smile on as she entered. He knew Rachel was beautiful, but she was the most beautiful he had seen her, and he was beginning to reconsider what he said to Quinn earlier when he told her she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. Quinn was an outstanding beauty, her features, her hair, her body, it all screamed of perfection. But Rachel had a tiny je ne sais quoi that made her glow, her confidence, her strength in the face of adversity, the way she handled herself, and that smile. He'd fall for that wide smile any day.
Sam Evans felt he needed to force himself to actively remember how to breath. Inhale, exhale. He thought he was already sufficiently in love with Rachel Berry as it were. But he was dead wrong. As soon as she entered, something changed. It wasn't her unique beauty, it was something in the air that got altered when she arrived. He was in awe, and he wasn't sure he was able to keep his mouth actually shut as he stared at her. Every step she took, the little hand she used to go through her locks – he wasn't sure whether he wished he was the hand or the locks themselves. That dress hugged her body in all the right places and her cleavage looked simply perfect. God, those teenager's thoughts. He hadn't forgotten about her incredible butt, which was the result of years of sport and dancing. And of course, those lips, that smile. He'd be ready to crawl and beg for her to smile at him the way she was smiling at Jesse right now. The love, the care. It made him want to go to his knees.
The night was going well, the Glee Club had really made a nice effort. Sam, Puck and Artie's rendition of Rebecca Black's "Friday," and that was telling something as Rachel loathed the song, initially. But Sam's moves, God Sam's moves. She was quick to erase that thought of her head. She was with Jesse, who incredibly charming and handsome. She then excused herself, and Jesse looked at her quizzically as she headed to the scene. "I'll have a little surprise of my own for Prom," she had told him on their last date. The surprise was her singing. She crossed with Puck and Sam as they were getting out of scene, and both of them looked dumbfounded. Rachel was not on the program, was she? Mr. Schue shot a look to Principal Figgins, who was simply smiling and nodding.
Then, that voice. "No, I can't take one more step towards you, cause that's waiting is regret." Rachel Berry, on stage. The whole school had to turn for a second, they had to know whose voice was coursing through the room. They all hated that they were under the resident freak's spell, but they were. There was no denying it. Mercedes and Tina were half-dancing, half-filming for Kurt, Artie was looking at her with a wide smile on his face, happy to see her perform again. But there were four boys in the room which were spiraling, barely aware of the what they were actually doing.
Finn was swaying with Quinn in his arms, but his mind was all Rachel. "Don't come back at me, don't come back at all," she had looked right into his eyes when she sang that line in particular. He knew Rachel Berry, he knew she best expressed herself in songs and seeing all the meaning she poured in this song, the raw emotion, every note was the expression of a different emotion. He knew that she was slipping away from him, and that made his eyes water in tears. He sensed Quinn's head lean on his shoulder. "There is no one else I'd rather be here with." He remained silent. He couldn't reciprocate this without lying. There was Rachel Berry he'd rather be with, at that very moment.
Noah Puckerman too knew his best friend. He saw the gleam in her eyes, the tears kept at bay, "the ice inside your soul," had hit home when she sang it. She spared him a tiny look, smiling when she sang it. He wondered whether she was transmitting a message, whether she was telling him something. They were back at a good place although he knew he had to make more efforts until she trusted him completely. That thought made him sad as he was dancing with Lauren, his hand soothing her back in a way to soothe himself and convince himself that everything would be alright.
Jesse St James had started with a frantic smile on his face when he found out Rachel would be singing. Rachel on stage was not just a scenic exercise from someone who was close to being a professional, it was a moment. She had this ability to convey emotion on every word, every breath she took. She looked at him during the song, in particular when she sang "I have grown too strong to ever fall back in your heart," and it got him wondering whether she was telling him that, after all, she couldn't get over what he had done to her. The night had begun so well, he didn't want to believe, they were so good together. Her look must've been a coincidence, just that.
And there was Sam Evans, who let Santana have the lead in their dance, unable to do anything but stare at Rachel. Even Santana had to confess to him mid-song, "Berry sure has a gorgeous voice, I even feel it down my spine." He had nodded absentmindedly, too focused on Rachel's choice of song. She hadn't told him she would be singing the slow dance. It has been her secret. That song was beautiful he thought, but that was until he heard Rachel sing it. It was absolutely sublime. He felt every letter of it down to his very core. Then, it happened. She stared at him, with a soft smile when she sang "I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed," and that alone, made him want to crawl to stage and beg for forgiveness. He could never regret it, that kiss was everything. It was the best kiss of his life. He had screwed it up big time, but the fact that she was singing a song about not wanting him back, boring right into his eyes, was too much for him to handle.
Then, the song was over. For the four boys, it felt like ages, but it was barely four minutes of Rachel Berry's perfect voice. The room erupted in cheers and applause, even Dave Karofsky couldn't help but applaud the diva he had slushied so many times he couldn't count them. Rachel went back to Jesse's arms and hugged him tightly under Finn's gaze, Puck's sad smile and Sam's watery eyes. "You were spectacular over there, baby," Jesse had whispered to her, pride in his voice. "Now let's dance!"
The night had gone well, she was surprised she had received a standing ovation from her peers. The girl who always wanted to belong, had belonged for a couple of minutes, for her talent. That thought alone warmed up her heart. She was dancing with Jesse at the beat of a song Tina and Mercedes nailed so well, and she was giggling at Jesse's lips roaming over her sensitive neck. He is indeed skilled, she thought until, out of nowhere, Finn Hudson shoved her boyfriend away, asking him to "keep it PG." Quinn's despair was visible on her face as she tried to control her own boyfriend, but there was no controlling an angry Finn. The punch had gone fast, and Jesse was athletic enough to dodge it before Sue Sylvester fired them both from the dance. There it was, Rachel's night was ruined by Finn. Once again.
She saw Quinn rush outside of the ballroom, screaming that it was unfair that her running mate was out of competition. Rachel headed the same direction when Sam pulled gently on her arm. "I am so sorry for your night, Rachel. Were you going somewhere?" She answered: "Yes, going after Quinn. She seemed really upset, no one deserves to feel that miserable on Prom night, especially not over Finn Hudson." Sam was in awe of Rachel's kindness, she gave it away so easily, especially to those who did not deserve it. As he wondered where Santana had slipped, Rachel had seen her in an empty classroom, making out with Britany. She wished she could say she was surprised, but she was not. She was simply heartbroken for Sam who would have to face yet another heartbreak. Santana caught Rachel's dress fly by and rushed to the door. "Berry, wait!" Rachel shot back. "Not now, Santana, we can speak later if you want."
She went straight to the bathroom where she heard Quinn's light sobs. Even when she sobs, she is beautiful. As she entered, she saw Quinn jump at her throat, literally. "No one is going to vote for me, because they all know that after all, he'd rather be with you. He couldn't look at anyone else, anything else but you Ru Paul," and then her hand went to smack Rachel's left cheek as Rachel was about to deny Quinn's claim. Claim was heaving, her breath short. "Rachel, I am sorry…"
Rachel looked at her, with a mix of hate and pity in her eyes. She had come with the intention of comforting her ultimate nemesis, but that intention evaporated fast. "Anyway, I didn't come for that, Quinn. I came because I, Ru Paul, thought you'd want to have this." She handed over a recent photo of Beth with Puck, both beaming at the photographer, Rachel. "Is it…" Quinn was at loss of words, which was a novelty for this Ice Queen. "Beth? Yes. I convinced Shelby to let you and Noah get to know, at least, a bit, your daughter. Me, Man Hands, the unbearable freak that you torture day in, day out. Yes, me. I am the one who was, and still is, so adamant for you to meet your daughter and get a relationship with her."
Quinn's head was in a tornado. There was not a single day she didn't think of Beth. She tried to block it out as much as she could, but she wondered everyday how her little girl was doing, what she did look like. She was perfect, she could tell from the photo Rachel gave her that Shelby was taking very good care of her. "Rachel…" But the brunette was quick to answer, venomously. "Don't call me that. I am Ru Paul, Man Hands, Treasure Trail to you. I've never been, Rachel." Quinn didn't expect that reaction from a girl whose girt she had underestimated over the years. "But, I…" Rachel walked to the door and then turned her head. "Save it, you have no excuses, Quinn. None. And I am not doing this for you, you certainly don't deserve it. But Beth does." She then walked out, leaving a distraught Quinn Fabray behind.
Rachel let out a breath she had retained for all the time she was in the bathroom. She didn't mean to lay it out on Quinn that hard, but the anger her boiled over and she had lost control. It has been an eventful evening, to say the least.