As always thank you for the reviews. I hope you like the next chapter. And I know it's kinda late on the Christmas music, but I like incorporating the episodes. So guess which is next, lol. Hope you like it.
"So are you going to tell me why boys are stupid?" Rachel asked Quinn.
They just arrived at Quinn's house. When asked in the car Quinn ignored the question. She instead cranked up the radio and was singing along with whatever came out of the speakers. Rachel decided to remain quiet and listen to her friend sing. There was no use trying to get an answer at that point.
"You want something to drink?" Quinn asked making her way to the kitchen.
Rachel followed Quinn into the kitchen, standing on the other side of the island with her arms crossed. "Will you please just stop."
Quinn was pulling two glasses from the cabinets, and was looking through the refrigerator when Rachel asked her to stop. She was still boiling from Finn's low IQ. She closed the door and finally turned to look at the other girl in her kitchen. She invited her over and hadn't said one word to her.
"Sorry Rach, I wanted to calm down first. I didn't want you to be the one to deal with my wrath. It wouldn't be fair to blow up at you just because you're the first person I spoke to after our ex-boyfriend pissed me off."
"I can understand and respect that, but aren't you the one that keeps saying we're friends?"
"Yes."
"I may not have had many friends, but isn't one of the things friend do is listen to each other. Especially if they've had a bad day or mad."
"Yes."
"So talk to me. If you start yelling at me I won't take it personally. I know that whatever you say is anger because of Finn. Not me for once."
Quinn laughed at the comment. She took a deep breath. She walked around the island in the kitchen. She motioned for Rachel to sit on one of the stools, as she took her seat.
"So what happened was this. Finn accused me of getting Jones suspended from tomorrow's game. He already told them, plus there is picture floating around of me dragging Jones down the hall by his ear."
"You mean this picture?" Rachel asked pulling out her phone.
She also showed Quinn the picture of Quinn holding the football player by the ear. Quinn took the phone from Rachel taking a closer look at the picture.
"Where are you?"
Rachel took the phone and pointed to the brunette hair behind Quinn's shoulder.
"Why were you hiding?"
"I didn't want to deal with them laughing at me," Rachel replied placing the phone on the counter.
Quinn took Rachel's hand in hers, "They wouldn't have laughed at you. They all laughed at Jones acting like a little boy. If anything, them seeing you would've been a warning. You know you mess with the bull you get the horns."
Rachel laughed at the cheerleader. "So what else happened with Finn?"
"So after accusing me of getting Jones suspended, Sam showed up. Finn then made a comment about me being his girlfriend, like I was Sam's possession."
"No he didn't."
"He did and you want to know what Sam did."
"Nothing?"
"Yep. He did nothing. All he said was 'dude not cool.' That's it. He didn't stand up for me or anything. But I guarantee you after they find out what really happened they'll both apologize."
"You think?"
"Oh I know. I have Sam wrapped around my finger. And Finn well he still cares about you. He'll actually feel guilty for not only getting mad at me, but also for not being there for you."
"You think the other players will retaliate?"
"Not against us. If they try to with me, they'll have to deal with Coach Sylvester. We know she's worse than me. If they try with you, they'll have to deal with Coach Beiste. The way Coach Beiste spoke, she is holding Jones personally responsible. And that it is his own fault that he was suspended. I feel like she is making an example out of him."
"Meaning if any of the other players throw a slushy, they'll be punished."
"Exactly. I can tell Coach Beiste was like us, at the bottom and teased."
Rachel nodded at the comment. The girls were quiet for a moment. Rachel was first to break the silence. "So what kind of stuff do you do on a girl's night?"
"Well…" Quinn started getting up from the stool. "It depends on who I'm with. When I'm with Santana we're mostly taking trash about everyone. When I'm with Britney we do mani and pedis. When I'm with both we get drunk."
"Is that all you hang out with? I thought you were popular," Rachel asked.
"I am. But that doesn't mean I'm friends with everyone. I've known Santana and Brittany since before we were cheerios."
"What about Mercedes?"
"Since I moved out I haven't had time to hang out with her. She's been trying to spend time with Kurt. But he's been so enthralled with Blaine. I mean I still talk to her. I also think there is some resentment for moving back home with my mom."
"Speaking of your mom, where is she?"
"Who knows?"
"So what are we going to do?"
Quinn pulled out a Brita water jug and poured water into the glasses. She handed one to Rachel before taking the other. She motioned for her friend to follow her into the living room. Quinn walked over to the TV and was doing something to a white box. Then she stood turning on the television, and fiddled with the control to get the desired screen.
"Karaoke," Quinn finally replied.
"Can't argue with you there," Rachel said taking the microphone Quinn was offering.
Quinn went through the songs and picked a good 90's song for them to start with. "You ready?" she asked before selecting the song.
Rachel read the song that was selected. "I think so. It's been a while since I've heard this song. But I think my voice would be more equipped for a different song."
Quinn selected the song, "Go with it. It's not always about being the best Rachel. It's about having fun."
Rachel smiled at the cheerleader's words, as she watched the screen for the words. Quinn started singing "Yo I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want."
Quinn pointed to Rachel to sing the next line. "So tell me what you want, what you really really want."
The girls finished the song in a fit of laughs. Rachel never actually sung for the hell of it, she always sang with purpose. She was always working towards her dream of being a star.
"You were right Quinn. That was fun."
"See, you need to loosen up and have fun."
"Seems like forever since the last time I had fun. These past two weeks have been hell. Felt like it was never going to end," Rachel said sitting down on the couch.
Quinn took a seat next to her. "I'm sorry Rachel," Quinn said placing her hand on Rachel's knee.
Rachel placed her hand on top of the cheerleader's hand. "Why are you apologizing?"
"I don't know. Its instinct, you've been going through a rough time. So much has been going on, and I feel bad."
"Don't. You've been amazing. I can't thank you enough." Rachel gave Quinn's hand a squeeze.
In response Quinn gave Rachel's knee a small squeeze. Quinn's phone went off. She grabbed her phone seeing who it was. Quinn smiled and showed the caller ID to Rachel, seeing the name Sam.
"Are you going to answer that?" Rachel asked nodding at the phone.
"No. I'm having a girl's night. And number one rule is no boys. This includes phone calls." Quinn watched the phone as it stopped ringing. She waited for the sound signaling a voicemail. "Wanna hear what he said?"
"You sure you want me to hear?"
"I told you, he's apologizing."
Quinn opened the voicemail and put the speaker on. Hey Quinn, I'm sorry about what happened earlier. I should've stood up for you. Oh and Finn told me to tell you he's sorry too. He's talking with Puck, and the rest of the glee guys. They're talking about retaliation against Jones. They're trying to figure out if they can get the rest of the players on board. I'll call you after practice. Love you. Quinn closed the phone and tossed it on the coffee table.
"You called it."
"I told you. I have that boy whipped. Did you see the promise ring he gave me?" Quinn held up her hand for Rachel to get a look at the gift.
"It's nice," Rachel said trying to smile.
Quinn noticed the change in Rachel's demeanor. "How about another song?" she suggested changing the topic.
"Sure. But can I pick the song this time?" she asked standing.
Quinn held her hand up towards the TV screen; allowing the diva to look through her song selections. Rachel went through the songs and didn't find anything that she wanted to sing. She looked around the living room and found a small piano up against the wall. Rachel put the microphone on the table and made her way to the piano. She lifted the cover exposing the white and black keys. She placed her hands on center C, pressing it down.
"What are you doing?" Quinn asked. She had been watching the diva from her spot on the couch.
Rachel pressed down the key to the right, D. "I'm checking to see if your piano is in tune."
"Ok… Why you are you checking if the piano is in tune?"
"So I can sing."
Quinn got up from the couch, and made her way towards the piano and Rachel. "You were supposed to sing a karaoke song."
"I know," Rachel replied. She finished checking the piano. She was looking at the keys, remembering what notes were first in the song she wanted to sing. "I didn't find a song that I wanted to sing."
Rachel began playing the first notes of the song she wanted to sing. This time Quinn recognized the song but was confused. Rachel was about to start singing, but Quinn interjected, "I thought you were Jewish."
"I am," Rachel replied. She continued to play the first notes over and over again.
"Then why are you singing this song?"
"I'm in the Christmas spirit."
"How do you know it?"
"Well Daddy wasn't born Jewish, he was catholic. He actually converted for Dad. Bubbie had a little more difficulty with Dad marrying Daddy. So he converted for her. When I was growing up I celebrated both. This was for grandmother. She wanted me to at least be exposed to both religions. Allow me to choose. So when I started high school I decided to just celebrate Judaism. Also this song is on the radio all the time during this time of year. The most amazing singers have all sung this song regardless of their religion."
Quinn nodded and took a seat on the right of the diva. Rachel continued to play the beginning of the song. She was watching Quinn to see if she had another question.
After the continued silence Rachel finally spoke, "Can I sing now?"
"Please," Quinn replied.
"O holy night, the stars are brightly shining; It is the night of our dear Savior's birth. Long lay the world in sin and error pining, till He appeared and the soul felt its worth. A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices, for yonder breaks a new and glorious morn."
Quinn couldn't resist the urge to join Rachel in the chorus. It was her favorite holiday song. "Fall on your knees, O hear the angel voices, O night divine, O night when Christ was born. O night divine, O night O night divine."
Rachel smiled at Quinn when the chorus ended. She played an instrumental part, and started singing by herself again. "Truly He taught us to love one another; His law is love and His Gospel is peace. Chains shall He break for the slave is our brother, and in His Name all oppression shall cease. Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we, Let all within us praise His holy Name."
Quinn didn't join in the chorus. There was a high note, and she wanted to hear Rachel hit it.
"Fall on your knees, O hear the angel voices O night divine, O night when Christ was born.
O night divine."
Quinn felt tears form in her eyes hearing the high note, with the second part of divine. It was heavenly.
"O night O night divine."
Rachel played an instrumental interlude. "O night divine," Rachel sang as she played the last note.
Quinn reached up, taking the diva's hand in hers. She turned it, so it was palm side up. She lightly moved her finger through the diva's hand. The contact made goose bumps form up Rachel's arm.
"Quinn?"
"Hmm?" Quinn replied.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm reading your palm."
Rachel smiled. "What does it say?"
"This line says you're going to live a long and happy life. And this one says you're going to be rich and famous."
"I already knew that. Does it say anything about my love life?"
"Hmm," Quinn brought the hand closer to her face. "It says your love will be unconventional."
"Really?" Rachel scooted closer to the cheerleader. "Who is it?"
"Oh I'm sorry it doesn't say that," Quinn replied looking up at Rachel.
"Is there anything else you can read?" Rachel egged.
Quinn looked at her hand again. "It says the relationship with your love will have many trials."
"Any idea what the trials are?"
"Not all of them. But the first one will be fear."
"Fear?"
Quinn placed the three hands on her lap, and looked at Rachel. "Yes fear. Fear of the relationship. Fear of what will happen."
"What do you mean what will happen?" Rachel placed her other hand on Quinn's.
"What will happen if you two do fall in love? What will happen if people found out? What will happen if your love's family found out?"
Rachel looked down at their intertwined hands. She realized what she had said yesterday had gotten through the girl. Quinn reading her palm was her way of saying that she loved her. That she wanted to be with her, but had many fears.
"I understand my love may be afraid of losing everything. Especially if my love has lost everything in the past," Rachel finally replied.
Quinn looked down at their hands. She slowly nodded.
"Was being at the bottom that bad?" Rachel asked directly.
Quinn shrugged.
Rachel reached up, placing her hand under Quinn's chin. She lifted and pulled Quinn's face towards her. Quinn gave the diva a small smile when their eyes made contact. Rachel leaned forward, placing a chaste kiss on her lips.
Quinn smiled when Rachel pulled away. She slowly stood up and made her way back towards the TV. She turned everything off. Rachel watched the cheerleader with confusion. She didn't know if she had upset Quinn again. Rachel stood up and put the piano back the way it was. When she turned around Quinn was standing with her hand extended. Rachel took the offering hand, and let Quinn guide her…to her bedroom.
Once inside she closed the door and led the diva to her bed. Quinn sat down on the bed, and guided Rachel next to her. What Quinn did next took them both by surprise. She leaned over and began kissing Rachel. Rachel immediately reciprocated the kisses Quinn was giving. It was slow, and tender. Quinn gently guided Rachel to lie down, with their lips still connected.
The girls continued their make out session, loosing track of time. The sun was going down, and Quinn's mother was home. When the older woman came home she heard two different phones ringing. One in the kitchen that she didn't recognize. She picked up the phone and made her way to the living room. There she found Quinn's phone. She took the small electronic device and headed to her daughter's room.
Judy knocked on the door, and politely waited for her daughter to open the door. They've had many discussions and arguments about privacy. First thing Quinn did when she had the chance was purchase a doorknob that locked. The girls didn't hear the soft knock on the door. Judy knocked a little harder, "Quinnie?"
The girls jumped, quickly separating. They smoothed their clothes and fixed their hair before Quinn went and opened the door. "Mom, what are you doing home so early?"
"Early, Quinn it's nearly eight o'clock."
"What?" Rachel asked from Quinn's bed.
"I'm sorry I didn't realize you had a visitor. I was trying to figure out who belonged to this phone." Judy held up Rachel's phone. The phone started playing the theme song to friends. "It won't stop."
Rachel jumped off the bed and grabbed the phone out of the older woman's hands. "Hi Daddy," Rachel said into the phone.
Quinn stepped out into the hallway, closing the door behind her. "Sorry mom. Rachel and I lost track of time."
"It's alright Quinn. Just wish I knew that you had a friend over. Maybe next time just send me a message letting me know."
"I will mom. I better go check on Rachel. She'll need a ride home."
Judy was turning to leave, but had one more question for her daughter. "Just curious what were you two doing?"
Quinn froze at the question. "What do you mean?"
"I was just wondering what you two were doing that caused you to lose track of time. You both were so quiet."
"Oh, we were listening to music on our headphones," Quinn lied.
Judy nodded, before she made her way downstairs. Quinn went back into her room. Rachel was still on the phone.
"Daddy I have to go… Quinn will bring me home. I'm sorry it won't happen again… I love you too. Bye Daddy," Rachel hung up the phone.
"Is your dad mad?" Quinn asked.
"Yes. You could say that. It's my fault though."
"Why?"
"I may have forgotten to tell him where I was."
"Rachel!" Quinn tried her best to not scream. "Why would you do that?"
"It wasn't intentional. You took me by surprise when you dragged me out of the school. Then when we got here I simply forgot." Rachel shrugged.
Quinn shook her head, as she made her way towards the diva. "Your dad already doesn't like me. This isn't helping my case."
"Sorry. He'll come around. The more he sees me spending time with you and seeing you, the more he'll like you. I'm hoping we continue to deepen this relationship."
"Baby steps Rach. Baby steps, I'm still surprised that I kissed you." Quinn whispered. "Not to mention we'd been making out for a few hours."
Rachel smiled. "So what is the next step?"
"I don't know. But what happened today stays here in this room."