Hey guys, in all honesty I have never written anything like this before. I started reading Achele Fanfics because of my friend Len. I got inspired so I'm taking a crack at it. I hope you guys like it. Cut me some slack but enjoy.
Chapter 1
Is this really happening? Quinn in a sports bra… Rachel mesmerized by the blonde's appearance. She never thought in her wildest dream that she would ever be graced with a vision like this. It feels overwhelming, breath taking it was like singing a duet with Barbara Streisand at the Gershwin Theatre.
"FREAKING BARBARA!" Rachel screamed as she walked right into a girl opening her locker. She fell to the ground rubbing her nose.
"Nice one Berry, I see that jew nose of yours really comes in handy when it comes to facial collisions." Santana mocked as she passes by with Britney.
Rachel frowned on the remark, got up and straightened up her skirt. She glances back in Quinn's direction. Now she remembers what she was looking at before she slammed to the ground. Quinn didn't even notice what happened. Clearly anything Rachel Berry related doesn't deserved a second of the the cheerleaders time.
Quinn was already in her P.E. uniform clearly, those short shorts were making a huge impression on Rachel making the diva blush a little.
Stop starring at her Rachel. Get it together! Just walk, one leg in front of the other. Come on you can do it.
She was finally able to move her legs towards her locker and started changing.
I can't believe I have physical education with her. This is definitely going to be excruciating knowing she'll be changing just a few lockers down. Maybe I can change classes? Then we won't see her in her short shorts. But she's always in her Cheerios uniform isn't that the same thing. Ah hello! SHORT SHORTS! Need I say more? Good point. They are rather tight and nicely fitting her curvaceous...
Rachel fluttered at the thoughts, clearly battling herself mentally whether she can do a whole class with the queen bee let alone a full semester. Without realizing it she was the last one left in the girls locker room.
"Shoot! I'm so late."
––––––––––––––––
Physical education wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. Surprisingly enough she wasn't the last one picked for teams. Although being second to last to an obsessed lunatic like Suzy Pepper doesn't give her much hope for being picked last in the future. Never the less she wasn't the last one picked.
"C'mon man hands! You guna stand there all day?" Santana yelled behind Quinn.
"There's really no need for the crude remarks Santana. I know you always feel the need to insult people to make yourself feel better but give it a rest. You're I'm so tough persona is getting quiet old." Racheal fought back at the latina.
"Oh no she didn't." stepping away from Quinn and walking towards the diva. "For your information Snooki. Being the bitch that I am comes naturally, trash talking to me is like breathing. Mi abuela use to put hot sauce in my tongue at 4 months because the first noise that came out of my mouth was Bitch. I'm the baddest chick in this school do you honestly believe I need to insult you to feel good about myself?" the latina fired back and got into the diva's face.
Rachel was never the one to confront Santana. But this was her senior year and she was no longer the scared little girl. She had a voice, and she was going to speak her mind whether they like it or not.
"Santana." Quinn called for her in a tone that she knew to back off the little diva.
Latina turned around with a fierce glare."Guess you'll live another day Berry. But you might want to watch your back it's only the first day of school." Santana towering over the tiny brunette, with a mischievous smirk on her face.
Rachel didn't move an inch returning the latina's stare. Santana turned around and walked away. It was a small confrontation but she held her head high and watched the latina fall back into place, behind the queen bee.
The game was kickball, Quinn was the pitcher, Rachel was short stop and everybody else sorta just fell into a position.
Rachel couldn't help but notice that whenever Quinn would bend down to pitch, she couldn't keep her eyes from those juicy voluptuous perfectly round...
SMACK! Suddenly there was a blinding pain on the side of Rachel's head. Oh no! Rachel fell to the ground. Is this REALLY happening to me?
When Rachel was admiring Quinn's back side Puck kicked a line drive right towards the diva's head. Knocking the girl unconscious for a good three minutes. Puck ran as fast as he could at the knocked out diva.
"Rachel? Rachel?" Quinn was hovering on top of her.
"Holy motherfuc!" Rachel cussed out rubbing the side of her head opening her eyes to a stunning blonde.
"Wow didn't know that Rachel Berry had a foul mouth" Quinn said and had a small angelic smile on her faces.
"Oh man…" Rachel tries to get up but tumbles in the process.
"Don't rush it." Quinn trying to hold her up.
"Berry how many fingers am I holding?" Coach Beist asked holding up two fingers.
Everybody was crowding around the her. She felt really dizzy and couldn't really see straight. She even lost her balance just standing up to quickly. Luckily Quinn was there supporting her weight.
Wait? Who holding on me? Rachel looks to her side and sees Quinn holding her right arm holding her up.
"Rachel! How many fingers am I holding?" Coach Beist asked couldn't make out a sound let alone form a number to answer the question. She didn't know if it was Quinn holding her up or it was the blinding pain from the previous blow to the head.
"I think I'll take her to the nurses office coach. She's never really tongue tied maybe her injury is more serious than we think." Quinn suggested with a playful tone.
"Nicely done Puckerman! If i knew kicking a ball to Rachel's head would finally shut her up then I would've done it years ago." Santana holding up her hand for a high five Puck just looked guilty for what happened. But returned the gesture not wanting to embarrass the latina. Quinn glared at Santana.
"Alright Quinn go ahead. You'll be alright Rachel. Okay everybody let's get back to formation!" Coach Beist ordered.
Rachel was in no condition to walk all the way to the nurses office so Quinn decided to sit her down by the bleachers for a moment.
Please tell me I'm conscious please please please. Rachel thought blinking a few times to make sure she wasn't dreaming.
"Seriously Rachel, can you go one period without getting hurt?" Quinn asked in a playful voice.
So she did notice me in the girl's locker room.
Rachel smiled and was speechless for the first time in her life. She didn't know if it was from the pain or the initial shock of Quinn Fabray speaking to her.
"Ahh…awch…" Rachel rubbed the side of head to see if a bump was protruding.
"Here let me take a look at it." the cheerleader turned to her side and gently moved some hair to see if there was any serious injury. "Well you'll live. You're going to have a huge bump there though." Quinn sat right back down next to the diva. Rachel couldn't believe what just happened, Quinn Fabray, the queen bee of McKinley was being kind to her, tending to her wound.
No one was around them, Quinn picked a rather secluded spot for them to sit. You can hear Santana screaming at someone and making them cry for not being able to catch the ball. Britney laughed at the latina cause she finds it rather amusing when Santana gets into the game. Quinn was sitting rather close to rachel, even though there was plenty of space on either side of the bleacher.
"Quinn…I...you..why?" Rachel nervously trying to form words into sentences.
"Why am I being nice to you?" the cheerleader answered, Rachel nodding her head in response. Quinn shrugged her shoulders. "Rachel, do you remember that day freshmen year? We had Mr. Davidson for art." tying to avoid the diva's question. "We didn't really know each other yet but I painted this picture for my mom. But Kurofsky decided to be an ass that day and snatched the canvas from my desk and smudged a big black line across it."
Rachel remembered that day completely. But the way Quinn was telling the story, she looked like a completely different person. She looked happy, she was just looking up in the sky and swinging her legs freely from the bleachers. Rachel couldn't help but take in this moment. Mental picture. SNAP!
"I was working on that painting all period and I was so heated from Kurofsky that I didn't even want to do anything after that. So I just sat there watching everybody finish what they were doing. Towards the end of the period I was watching the clock and waiting for the bell to ring when all of a sudden you dropped off this abstract painting of a yellow rose. I didn't even know you saw what I painted. It was beautiful. I had no idea you can paint something that amazing in such a short amount of time."
Rachel thought back. When she saw what Kurofsky did, it fueled her. What was his problem? When she saw the look on the blonde's face she knew she had to do something. So she dropped whatever it was she was working on and started painting. Before Kurofsky smudged the portrait she saw that it was a yellow rose. In no time Rachel started painting and couldn't help but feel proud of what she created. Hoping that the blonde liked what she portrayed in the canvas.
"I never got to thank you for the painting." Quinn explained. "I don't know why I never chased after you to thank you after what you did. Maybe it was because of what you were wearing that day, a white poke a dot shirt with a big red bow on your left shoulder. Seriously Rachel?" Quinn couldn't hold back a laugh after what she said.
"So after three years, thank you Rachel. I know it doesn't really answer your question but I just wanted to tell you thanks." Quinn explained and looking in the brunette's direction with a sincere look in her eyes.
Rachel just smiled at the blonde.
She remembered what I wore three years ago? Rachel smiled the biggest smile that her mouth could let her.