Catch Me When I Fall

Summary:

Its senior year at McKinley and Quinn's back on top, but when a certain diva gets back with her ex-boyfriend, Quinn can't help but feel jealous, and not for who anyone would have expected.

Rachel Berry/ Quinn Fabray (Faberry) - Eventual

This chapter contains swearing so just a warning, if you are going to be offended, don't read it.

I do not own the characters, just the ideas surrounding them.

Chapter 4: Quinn's POV

Waking up the following day, I sit up and look at my clock only to find that I have another whole hour until the alarm is due to go off. That night my body had, for some reason, decided that it didn't want to sleep and therefore would wake-up every hour -or so- interrupting whatever dream I may have been having at the time, none of which I can recall due to their short-windedness.

I sigh deeply and fall back down onto my bed, lying on my side to stare at the glowing red numbers and willing them to either change faster or not at all, because waiting is boring but I would rather not have to face going to school today after yesterday's on-goings. I had already decided the previous night that I would skip morning Cheerios practise and tell Coach that I was feeling ill. I know she'll have me running laps at the after-school session but it's worth it if I get to put off the awkward post fight conversation with Santana for pretty much the whole day, if I successfully avoid her in-between classes of course.

I'm also not looking forward to seeing Rachel. Ever since she held me back from lunging at the Latina yesterday I seem to be unable to stop thinking about those sparkling chocolate eyes or her matching silky hair which cascades down past her shoulders in flowing waves, and I still cannot get over how soft her hands were, I mean I know the girl has a rigorous skin care routine, because let's face it who doesn't she tell, but seriously they were still like velvet even when wrapped around my wrist in a vice-like grip.

After ten minutes, I finally give in on trying not to think about the diva, because that seems to be a rather impossible task at this moment in time.

Before I know it I'm being ripped out of far more memorable dream by my blaring alarm clock ironically the song on the radio happened to be the song that Rachel won her diva-off against Kurt with, Defying Gravity. Why the radio was playing the song was a mystery, must have been a request or something. After being distracted from my thoughts briefly I come crashing back down to earth, wide awake now and realising that I had just had the most inappropriate sex dream with Rachel Berry. The worst part being that I enjoyed it... Before realising what I was doing, of course...

I drag my-self out of bed, collect my Cheerios uniform from my desk where I had placed it the previous night and headed off to the bathroom. Looking up at my reflection in the mirror I notice that my cheeks are still flushed pink causing me to once again think back to my bitter-sweet dream but cut myself of by splashing cold water into my face before I remembered too much. I then decide that a cold shower would be more effective before a long day at school, so I do just that prior to getting dressed and eating a quick breakfast and driving to school.

As I pull into the school's parking lot I notice the Cheerios had already finished on the field and were heading into school, some going to the locker room, some coming out to their cars to get their bags before school starts. Obviously today had to be the day Santana left her bags in her car and came out into the car park to get her books. I notice her chatting away with Brittany; they must have talked things over after our punch-up.

I choose to hide out in my car until the pair have gone out of view, but as soon as I reach for the door handle I catch a glimpse of a familiar looking car, and as suspected the shorter brunette climbed out in her traditional plaid skirt and animal sweater. I can't help but let a small smile form on my lips as the diva took a few deep breaths, preparing herself for the day ahead, she looked quite... adorable at that moment in her penny loafers and knee high socks. I quickly realised that it was my fault that she felt the need to prepare herself before entering the school. The smile was wiped off my face when I thought of all the slushy attacks I ordered on her, and all of the cruel nicknames I made up for her. My stomach dropped from the guilt I knew I shouldn't be feeling but at that moment I decided that not only will I try and refrain from calling her the names and hopefully this will persuade the other girls in the team to do the same.

Just one thing nagged at the back of my head then. Why am I doing this? I settle with the answer that it would be a thank you for her holding me back from tearing Santana's hair out, but somewhere inside me I know it's a lot more, but I really don't want to delve into that now I'm back on top.

After successfully avoiding both brunettes I finally head into school.

I really enjoy being on top of the social ladder. Having the power to part a crowd of blabbering teenagers and cause them to fall silent just with a glare always made me feel better, especially after hitting rock bottom, regaining my place at the top couldn't have felt better.

I strut towards my locker and empty out my bag before grabbing what I'll need for my first lesson and heading towards the classroom Luckily for me it was Thursday therefore no classes with Santana and only one with Rachel where, fortunately, she is seated at the opposite side of the room.

I get through the first half of my day without a hitch. I skipped lunch to go talk to Coach Sue about missing morning practise and she made me run laps then and there only just leaving me time to shower and get my books before my next class started. English language... With Rachel.

One of the perks about arriving to class seconds before the late bell sounds is that usually everybody else is already there, seated and ready to begin. This time was no exception. I walk into the room and immediately feel a pair of chocolate eyes lock on and follow me as I took my place at the very back row of the classroom. Soon after, the teacher arrived and Rachel was forced to turn round and face the front. I use this as my opportunity to stop staring at random points along the ceiling and the walls surrounding me and finally look forward as well.

I hear the beginning of the introduction to the class but I quickly loose interest. This was definitely not my favourite class. My unfocused eyes soon fall upon silky dark-brown hair and I feel a twinge of guilt over sub-consciously dreaming so inappropriately of her.

My stomach did small somersaults when as she flipped her hair over her right shoulder leaving her neck exposed and fully displaying the profile of her face as she chewed slightly on the end of her pen and concentrated on whatever the teacher was saying. I only just now realize how truly... Stunning Rachel really is. After being told by everyone for so many years that she is mannish and un-attractive I just assumes it was true and never really took the time to form my own opinion on the matter. I cannot agree with the 'mannish' description as her long eyelashes and soft lips ultimately prove that to be incorrect and the idea that somebody with such a slender, toned and tanned body was 'un-attractive' was ludicrous. She was by any means, beautiful and for people to say otherwise was just... just ridiculous.

I'm shaken out of my thoughts by the bell signalling that it was the end of the lesson. Promptly I collect all of my equipment and head out of the door before I can get caught by the diva.

The rest of the lessons went smoothly and after the final bell triggered I trudged towards my locker and braced myself to face the inevitable. I was going to have to see both of the people I have been going out of my way not to speak to all day. The thought to skip glee did cross my mind but I'd still have to go to cheerleading afterwards and I'd see Santana there so why not just kill two birds with one stone.

I walk into the nearly empty choir room - bar the other two Cheerios and the boys on the football team - and head up to sit next to the Latina.

Her eyes follow me through slits until I'm sat next to her and she offers a simple "Q." as a greeting.

I turn more towards her in my chair to face her more fully before replying.

"Look S, about yesterday-" I was cut off mid-sentence by Santana lifting her hand as an indication for me to stop, before continuing herself.

"Yesterday was yesterday. I said some shit and so did you. Its high school for god's sake. Let's just put it behind us. Forgotten?" She asked extending her hand and raising her eyebrow.

"Forgotten." I accept her handshake and offer her a half smile.

Did that just happen? Santana Lopez calling a, sort of, truce? I decided not to question it and reasoned thst it must of had something to do with the giggling blonde who was currently clapping her hands before leaping out of her chair and in front of mine and leaning down towards me and trapping me in a bone-crushing hug.

"Hey Britt.." I choke out while returning a less powerful hug of my own.

She finally releases me and greets me with a "Hey Quinn" before plonking back down into her seat the other side of the brunette and they quickly linked pinkies and watched as the rest of the club poured in.

I see Rachel enter and she offers me a smile but all I do is nod in return.

The hour passed after the same old predictability of Mercedes performing a powerful Whitney song, followed by some 1980s rock ballad by Finn, Blaine did a Katy Perry song and Rachel sang a song from some Broadway show. I wasn't familiar with the song but the diva sang if beautifully,

When Mr Shuster dismisses us I start to wait for Rachel before noticing that she seems to having what seemed to be a personal conversation with Finn and from their body language I think that it shouldn't be interrupted so I opt to head to practise.

Nothing special happened at practise. Coach Sue did push us a little harder... Okay, a lot harder, because her enormous budget was marginally cut so glee club could afford more modern sheet music.

I head home and there seems to be one reoccurring thought that continues to plague my mine, even more so than it did prior to school.

Rachel.

I swear if don't stop thinking about her soon I be forced just to crawl into bed and never leave in the hopes to save whatever is left of my sanity.

A/N

Hey guys, sorry it's late!
Hit a bit of a block but all good now. :D

Also updates may be every other day from now on due to chapter length, hope that's okay. :S

Special thanks to author benjamiinnn for the help when I was stuck, check him out if you like elder scrolls or Victorious :3 xoxo