I know some of you expected that from here, things would be easier. But I came up with one more obstacle, which may last a while depending how this chapter goes. So it will extend the story. Depending on how long I drag it out for, I can't see it lasting more than 2, maybe 3 more chapters. I'm sick of them fighting! :( but, you all seem to think that Quinn deserves to move on. You've all begged for a jealous Rachel. So enjoy.
IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE
The second Rachel stormed out and slammed the door, Quinn groaned loudly. As far as she was concerned, that was the word she needed to let go completely. Rachel had stormed out far too many times during this last half a year, and again, she was crying wolf. But this time, Quinn wouldn't buy into it.
She walked over to her phone, and called Santana.
"Hello?" The Latina picked up.
"Please tell me you're still in Lima." Quinn said quickly, trying to get her words in.
"I'm on my way to the airport." Santana said, chuckling. "But there is a later flight I could take. Want me to come over to say goodbye?"
Quinn exhaled a breath of relief and nodded. "Please? I really need my best friend."
Santana chuckled and nodded. "Okay, I'll be there blondie. Just be patient, and breathe."
Within what felt like 30 minutes, her doorbell rang. With a bottle of wine on the coffee table, Quinn jumped up and answered the door. She exhaled at the sight of Santana, and crashed into her arms.
Her hands fisted the girls shirt desperately as she cried into the girls shoulder.
"You can't keep doing this, Quinn. Otherwise, I'll have to move back here." Santana said, stepping inside, and pulling away. She looked Quinn in her tear filled eyes.
"Last time, I promise. Because I'm not letting her get to me anymore. I don't care what you say, I'm done." Quinn said, walking over to her couch, sitting down to pour herself a drink.
Santana tilted her head and sighed. "If you don't care what I say, why did you call me here?"
"You're the only person who can cheer me up." She said truthfully. "That's why you're here."
Santana nodded and moved to sit on the couch, sighing heavily. "What happened, pretty?" She asked, moving a strand of hair away from Quinn's face.
She looked down and breathed in. "It's just over. I can't waste anymore energy on her. She's not remembering, she doesn't want to remember, because she's not happy with me. And I'm not going to let that affect me. Maybe she was right. Maybe this whole accident was to bring her and Finn back together."
Santana shook her head fiercely. "You don't believe that, Quinn. You don't believe it, and I don't believe it." She said honestly. "You're soul-mates."
Quinn scoffed and shook her head, taking a long sip at her drink. "If we were, we wold be riding off into the sunset by now. But instead she's at Finns, and I'm here drinking my sorrows away."
"Love takes time, sweetie." Santana said, narrowing her eyes sadly. "You can't give up. How come I seem to be the only one rooting for you two?"
"Because you're stuck in the past. I've finally kicked down the door, and I'm ready to just... Let go." She said, looking over at Santana smiling softly. "And I know why you're so hopeful, San." She said, nodding.
Santana furrowed her eyebrows. "Why's that?"
"Because the past means you and Brittany. It also means me and Rachel. So you think that if me and Rachel can work it out, then there's hope for you and Brittany. But they're both gone. There's no winning them back at this point, and we both have to accept that."
Santana clenched her jaw and looked down, nodding. "I miss her."
Quinn looked down at her and slid her glass of wine over closer to her. "Don't. Her and Sam are engaged. You need to accept that, just like I need to accept that my life starts today. We need a fresh sheet of paper."
Santana chuckled and nodded again. "And how do you plan on doing that living in the same small town as Rachel?"
Quinn stayed silent for a moment before she spoke again, breaking the silence. "Got enough room on that plane to New York for the both of us?" Quinn asked.
"Are you serious?"
Quinn only nodded. "I can't stay here, I can't live here anymore. New city, new life. It's the only way."
Santana shook her head. "I won't let you drop everything to just realize in a few weeks the mistake you made."
She licked her lips and shook her head. "It's not a mistake. You, Kurt and Blaine are the only true friends I have left. You are the only person who can make me smile at my weakest, and the only person I think about when I'm sad." She whispered, eyeing Santana's lips.
"You're drunk." She whispered.
"Doesn't mean it's not true." She said, moving closer on the couch. "I just... Need to try something." She whispered, moving in to close the gap between their lips.
This was of course just a rebound kiss, but ever since Rachel stormed out, Quinn took the time to evaluate. Rachel's not there for her, Santana is. Rachel hasn't made her laugh in months, Santana has. She just needed this kiss to get her mind off of Rachel.
Quinn's hand found the back of Santana's head, tugging softly at her hair. She adjusted on the couch, moving to sit on top of her, her legs on either side. Quinn smirked into the kiss when she felt Santana's hands rest firmly on her ass. Their hips buckled together, earning a moan from both girls. Quinn could feel the area in between her legs getting damp, but before she could act on it, Santana squirmed from underneath her.
"Wow, what the hell are we doing?" She yelled, jumping up from the couch and straightening out her clothes.
"Rebound sex." She said.
Santana laughed loudly and shook her head. "No. We're not having sex, and we can't make out. You're drunk and lonely. And me? I've been lonely. We're both using each others weakness' to get our mind off the truth, but I won't let you make a mistake because of our foggy thoughts."
Quinn nodded and scratched the back of her head. "I love her." She whispered, her eyes quickly filling with tears. "Take me to New York. Please, I can't stay here anymore to watch her drift further than she already has." Quinn said, standing up.
"I don't know.." Santana said, sighing.
"Please."
Santana looked up at her threw her eyelashes and chuckled. "Promise you won't try to seduce me on the plane or any moment afterward?"
Quinn giggled and nodded. "Just friends." She agreed.
Both girls stood in silence before Santana said, "the next flight leaves at 6. That gives you half hour to pack. Do you think you can do it?" She asked, and in a flash, Quinn was rushing upstairs to pack.
The second her eyes shut, they opened back up. Rachel pushed Finn away aggressively, and put a hand over her mouth. "Oh my god." She whispered, her eyes quickly flooding with tears.
"What?" He asked, coming closer. "Did I bite you again?"
"Oh my god." She repeated, backing up. "I... I remember." She whispered.
Finns eyebrows shot up as he chuckled. "You remember? Everything?" He asked, grinning.
She could only nod, in complete shock with all the information. She knew everything. Her love with Finn in high school, and her passionate future with Quinn after they graduated. She knew it before, but now it was clear. It was obvious and it wasnt just a hopeful guess; Quinn is her soulmate. And she won't let jealousy or confusion get in the way anymore. She remembered everything before the crash, and the way she acted afterward. She was a bitch. A confused, unfaithful wife that had hurt Quinn in more ways than one. That itself caused her knees to go weak as she fell to the ground.
"This is a cause for celebration." Finn said, running to grab champagne and two glasses. "How do you feel?" He asked, rushing back to her.
"Lost." She said. "More lost than when I woke up 5 months ago." She stood up, and angrily furrowed her eyebrows. "You took advantage of me!" She accused.
"What?" He asked, lifting his hands up in defence.
"You knew I had no memory of the past! You knew that this accident may just be beneficial for you and I. You figured that with my confusion, you could persuade me to fall for you all over again."
Finn chuckled and shook his head. "Rachel, that's not what happened. You wanted to be with me. You flirted, so I flirted back."
"And you should have known damn well that normal me would never do that! I love Quinn, and because of you I ruined my marriage. Oh my god, I lost the one thing in my life that was good. That was sure. The one person who really loved me." She said the last part more to herself as tears flooded out of her eyes like Niagara falls.
Finn shook his head and stepped forward, touching her shoulders. "I love you." He said, smiling.
"Get off of me!" Rachel yelled, shoving his hand off as she ran to his door. "Don't even think about calling me ever again. Thank you so much Finn. Thank you for reminding me what a colossal ass you are." She said, before storming out and slamming the door behind her.
Rachel didn't know whether to cry or smile. It was a bittersweet moment. She knew who she was. She knew every detail of her life, and could now continue on with normal. But, she lost her wife in more ways than one. She broke her, ripped her to shreds, and divorced her as well as saying hurtful things that weren't true. And if Rachel knew her wife at all, her forgiveness wouldn't come easy.
She got in her car quickly, no music. She had to plan her speech on the drive. "Quinn, I'm so sorry. Not just for that fight we had earlier, but for every moment we've spent together since the accident. I've given you hope, then ripped it right out of your hands every time. Tonight, I went to Finns with the hopes of getting back at you. And I kissed him. I'm so sorry, because it meant nothing, I just wanted to feel something. I wanted so bad for things to go back to normal. I wanted to, I needed to, and it did. When I shut my eyes for the kiss, I remembered. I remembered every single thing because I wanted this pain to go away. I love you, and I'll say it every morning, every night, and every second in between, because I can't lose you again. I'm so sorry baby. You know I'll never hurt you again if you give me a second chance. I love you more than anything, and the thought of living a second without you would kill me. I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but just give me this chance to make it up to you, and I promise you it'll be worth it." She recited to herself in the car, smiling with a nod. By the time her speech had ended, she was on the driveway to her house.
It suddenly didn't look so foreign, because now she knew every memory that came with it. The time they had sex on the hood of their car at 3 am. The time they bought a basketball net and Quinn tried to teach Rachel, and the whole idea burst into flames. Their marriage, it was waiting inside for her to claim it, and she would.
Rachel burst through the doors. "Quinn?!" She called loudly, smiling. Rachel kicked off her shoes and ran into the kitchen. No one. Living room. No one. She ran upstairs and into their room. No one. Nothing, but a note. Rachel nervously shook her head. "No.. " she whispered to herself as she approached the note.
"I could never leave you without saying goodbye, and that's what this notes for. I could also never leave things with you on a bad note, and that's what this notes for. I left, Rachel. I left because staying in this house hurts too much to move. I see the kitchen and I see the times I cooked for you. I see the living room and I see the number of times we shared a 'heated exchange of tongues' while watching mindless TV. I see the staircase, and I see us framing each picture we figured was worth remembering. I see our bedroom, and I see moments that are too inappropriate to write on paper. I know and I've accepted at this point that you remembering is close to impossible. I know that. And I can't keep living here, living like this, without you on my arm. So I needed a new start. I went to New York with Santana tonight. I don't know if it'll last, and I don't know if I'll ever be back, but I do know this is for the best. I'm so sorry for what I've done to you. I can't help but feel guilty for how lost you are. I was the cause of your accident, so I blame myself for ever action following it. I will always love you, and no one could ever replace you. I know you can't remember, but please don't forget about me. Quinn."
By the time she read the last word, Rachel was crying. She was shaking, she couldn't move, let alone breathe. Quinn was gone. Her wife, her everything, she was gone. She fell to the ground and yelled loudly as she cried. Rachel tried to see if Quinn left the time on the note, but nothing. Maybe Rachel could catch her. Maybe she was still at the airport. It could be like the grande finale in a movie. Quinn deserved that romantic gesture, and she'd get it. Whether Rachel would catch her at the gate, or have to fly to New York herself, Rachel Berry would fight for her wife. Her wife.
What do you think? Should Rachel catch her at the gate, or have to fly to New York to express her love?
Any other obstacles, or suggestions, let me know :)