Same old tired, lonely place, walls of insincerity
Rachel stared at the beautiful blonde in the bathroom as she fixed her hair. She pulled it up in a perfect bun, and Rachel stared at her, just for a while. She was astounded by Quinn's beauty. Those hazel coloured eyes, the flawless, flowing blond hairs, and the way the cheerleader uniform fitted her body sent chills down Rachel's spine. She walked over to Quinn at the sink, who was applying mascara. Quinn dropped the mascara and turned to Rachel, and all Rachel could do was stare at those lips. She wanted to kiss them more than anything. So, she did. She pulled in, and kissed Quinn on the lips. It was perfect, flawless, and…and…and
"Quit staring at me, you freak." Rachel came back to life, and found those beautiful hazel eyes staring down at her. Oh god, the kiss wasn't real. Why couldn't the kiss have been real? Rachel Berry, you are so in love with Quinn Fabray, she told herself.
"Go away and stop staring at me!" Quinn screamed at her, and grabbed her makeup bag and ran out. Rachel turned around to see the door swinging, and Quinn slumped near the bathroom with tears rolling down her eyes. Did she love her too? Rachel shook her head. Someone as stunning, beautiful and flawless as Quinn could never love her. Could she?
Quinn was tired of Cheerios. She'd been at it for the best part of an hour and still Rachel Berry wouldn't exit her mind. The way she looked at her in the bathroom… could she love her too? Quinn Fabray, you do not love her! You love Finn! But her heart pleaded for Rachel, it pleaded for the brunette to love her.
"Quinn, get back to practising!" Sue bellowed, making Quinn jump. She swallowed her drink and walked back over to the mat, wanting to do nothing but crawl into Rachel's arms. She imagined herself cheerleading for Rachel, as she slipped out of her Cheerios uniform and Rachel helped her undress, and then they- Quinn found herself on the floor of the mat, with what felt like a thousand eyes watching her.
"Quinn, you ok?" Santana was leaned over her with a watchful eye, a concerned look in her eyes.
"I need some air." She replied, the thousands of eyes still watching her. She needed to get out. What if they knew? What if they'd seen her staring at Rachel? Oh god, oh god… Her head was spinning, and she felt as if she couldn't breathe. Is that what love did to you? Rachel Berry, Rachel Berry, Rachel Berry was all that was in her mind. She wanted to scream, to tell someone to help her, yet words failed her. The room spun, and all she could hear was voices. She couldn't hear what they were saying. Had she passed out?
"Quinn, Quinn? Please wake up!" It was Rachel. That velvety, often over the top voice was whispering in her ear. She wanted to reply, to tell her that she was fine and didn't need her help, but her mouth refused to open. Soft lips pushed on hers, and she felt the tears fall from their face. Did Rachel just kiss her? She tried to open her eyes, blinking a few times to get used to the light. But to her dismay, she found Finn hunched over her, smiling.
"Guys! She's awake!" Finn exclaimed, as if everyone was not already crowded around her.
"Hey Quinn! Nice nap?" Brittany asked, and Quinn rolled her eyes. She loved Britt, but sometimes she was so ditsy. She tried to speak, but Finn quickly shushed her.
"It's too soon for you to talk, Quinn." He said. How did he know what was best for her? She wanted to talk, but to be honest she was scared of the words that could fall out of her mouth. What if her head was still messed up and she said something about Rachel? So, even though it frustrated her to not talk, it was for the best.
"Is she going to be okay?" She heard Rachel call. Quinn searched for her through the crowd of people, yet couldn't see her. Finn turned around and there stood Rachel with tears in her eyes. Had she been crying, because she was that worried about Quinn? But wait, why was she behind Finn? Quinn's head started spinning, and she lay back down as Finn put a icepack to her head. Too many questions, she thought.
"Just stay still Quinn, it's ok. Take it easy." Finn said. Quinn rolled her eyes. She'd just fainted, wasn't it pretty obvious she needed to take it easy?
"I'm fine." She muttered, as her mouth could only manage a whisper. Her eyes caught Rachel and for a moment, they had eyes for only each other. But after a few seconds, Rachel averted her gaze and turned her attention to Finn. Something had definitely gone on between them. Quinn was surprised to find she didn't care, even though her blood should be boiling. Maybe it would be a get out of jail free card. She didn't love Finn, so it would work out, right?
"Can you stand up?" Sue asked, behaving quite compassionately. Quinn guessed it was just because if she didn't have Quinn, then the whole routine would go kaput. Or maybe she really did care, who knows. At the moment, Quinn couldn't care less. All she could see was Rachel who seemed more worried than anyone else.
"Should we take her to hospital?" Lexi, one of the Cheerios, asked. Sue shook her head and walked over.
"There's nothing they can do to help her. Sit her up and take her home. Don't leave her until you're sure she's fine." She said, putting a reassuring hand on Quinn's shoulder. The gesture felt weird to Quinn, and Sue seemed to sense that as her hand dropped. Rachel stepped out from the crowd.
"I'll take her home, Finn can stay with her. Or both of us." Rachel seemed hesitant, but she wanted to make sure Quinn was OK without having to ask anyone. If she just volunteered to help Finn, she could check how she was without anyone expecting anything. Quinn shook her head. If Rachel came to her house, there'd be no escaping her and those brown eyes. She didn't trust herself.
"Finn can take me home." She muttered, hanging her head. She wanted nothing more than Rachel in her home and, hell yes, in her bed. How did gay sex even work? Quinn was pretty sure if she was with a naked Rachel she'd figure it out, wouldn't want to waste any time. Focus, Quinn Fabray.
"Rachel's right. You both go, two heads is better than one." Quinn hated Sue within a moment. What am I going to do? Oh god, why can't I still be knocked out? It was an odd request, but at that moment in time Quinn would've preferred anything. Finn and Rachel nodded, and Quinn would swear she saw them holding hands, if only for a moment. He's so dead, she thought. Wait, that was slightly hypocritical. Puck. Oh shit. He hadn't worn a condom. Could you pass out by being pregnant? Of course you could. Shit, shit, shit. Quinn hung her head low as she was pulled up. Her legs wobbled after being on the floor for so long, and Rachel caught her as she almost fell. Once again, they caught each other's eyes. Rachel had just touched her. She wanted to scream at her, to hate her, but she couldn't. She just couldn't. Finn grabbed her arm and put it around his neck, and signalled for Rachel to do the same. They hoisted her up slightly, and then walked to her car.
"How you feeling, Quinn?" Finn asked. Quinn pretended she couldn't speak, because all she could do was stare at Rachel. God, she was gorgeous. How could one human being be so perfect?
Rachel pulled her eyes away, because she felt if she stared anymore then Quinn would freak out. But she'd been glancing at her all day, did it mean something? It couldn't, Quinn was too perfect for her. She'd only kissed Finn to get her mind off Quinn, but now she realised how much that would hurt her. When Rachel heard Quinn had fainted, she had been crying. Crying because Finn was only second best, and all she wanted was Quinn. Rachel sat in the back of the car with Quinn, keeping an eye on her. She seemed to be fighting sleep.
"It's OK, Quinn. Go to sleep." She assured the blonde.
"No. I need to do something when I get home. I need to stay awake." Her eyes had almost become bigger, and all Rachel could do was give a worried nod. Something was up, Rachel could tell.
"How is she?" Finn asked from the driver's seat, looking in the mirror.
"I'm feeling better." Quinn replied, flickering her eyelids.
"Good." Finn pulled up to Quinn's house, and opened the door for her. Judy noticed them through the window and opened the door.
"What happened? Is she OK?" Judy asked, noticing Quinn's slumped stature.
"She fainted, we need to lay here down." Rachel answered, and Judy helped her hold Quinn through the door. Quinn flopped onto the sofa, ready to fall into a deep sleep, and then remembered. She needed to tell someone, but yet the only person she could tell was… Rachel. And she'd rather die than tell her. Everyone was still crowded round her, and she knew the only option was sleep. Within seconds, tiredness overtook her.
"She's asleep, I'll stay with her. I think you, Finn, should go home. Judy, how about you make some dinner or grab something to eat? You must be hungry." Rachel acted as if she cared for anyone else but truthfully, she just wanted to be alone with Quinn.
"If she wakes up, call me." Finn said, and gave Rachel a quick hug as he left. He softly kissed Quinn on the lips, waved goodbye to Judy, then left.
"How about you stay for dinner? Quinn will be delighted to see you when she wakes up." Judy smiled, unaware that her and Quinn were supposed to hate each other.
"No, I don't think that's a good idea. You see, we fell out a few days ago. But I wanted to help her, but I don't think she'll be too happy to know I've stayed." Rachel wanted to stay. She wanted to get to know her crush's mum, but they would never be together so what would it matter?
"Oh, OK then. But still let me cook you something. Come through to the kitchen if she wakes up." Judy walked through to the kitchen, and Rachel sat down on the sofa near Quinn's feet, being careful not to sit on her feet.
"You know, Quinn, I think we're both misunderstood. You're the popular girl so of course you're supposed to make fun of me, the geeky drama queen, but you're so much more than that. You could be so much more than that. I just hope you realize that." Rachel stood up, and made sure Judy was out of the room. She quickly planted a kiss on Quinn's forehead, and found it so hard to not carry down to her lips. When she pulled away, she found Quinn's brown eyes staring at her.
"Quinn." Rachel said, shocked. What had she done? Had she messed everything up? But instead of hitting her or telling her to get out, Quinn pulled her face closer to hers and kissed her on the lips. And god, it was perfect.