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 12: Quinn's POV

Okay, school finishes in a hour, so Rachel should be here just over that... Ugh, why did I have to tell Santana, I would have been fine staying in the closet until I was at least a sophomore in college. But no. Now S has to insist on calling every time I meet with Rachel a date causing me to become very irrationally nervous.

Previous Day

"Option two, my personal favourite... You get your girl."

Santana's smirk grows larger than I even thought possible but all I seem to be able to do is a god-awful fish impression. Moments pass before I am able to even attempt at stringing a sentence together.

"I, uh... She might, err..." Speaking obviously before my brain was ready. I manage to stop myself before I make an even bigger fool of myself.

"Calm down, tubbers. We 'aint just gonna' go straight in there with you blurting out your feelings like a freakin' bullhorn... God knows you wouldn't even be able to that as you seem to get nervous when the damn phone goes off nowadays. But no, were going to be subtle about this..." The Latina lets her hair out of her pony and runs a hand through it as she thinks up some sort of convoluted plan.

"What makes you think she'd even be interested, I mean last time I checked she was pretty straight." Managing to snap myself out of the 'rabbit-in-the-headlights' trance I was in, I try stating the seemingly obvious.

"Oh please, Berry is about as straight as Jacob Ben Israel isn't a virgin."

"How can you be so sure?" I try to sound like I'm not completely intrigued, and hopeful, at Santana's remarks.

"Because, Q, while you were leering at Rachel you were too busy undressing her with your eyes to notice her doing pretty much the same thing right back, except she I way more subtle than you." She laughs as she finishes, still proud that she had caught me so many times.

"Well, maybe she does like girls, but that doesn't mean she'd be interested in me, maybe just the uniform." I gesture towards the short Cheerios skirt that Santana is still in to further emphasize my point.

"Look Quinn, the offer still stands, we can either take the chance and you and Berry can live happily ever after under the Manhattan skyline, or you can run straight back into that closet and be ashamed of who you really are." The softness in the Latina's voice at the end of her mini rant actually shocks me for a minute.

"I'm not ashamed of myself S, I'm a Fabray…We're not allowed to be."

"You're not a Fabray, you're better. You're Lucy Quinn motherfuckin' Fabray. Look, I know we don't usually do the whole 'emotion' thing, so don't get used to it, but you're amazing and if Rachel can't see that then it's her loss... And you're damn hot so I don't see why not." I slap Santana lightly on the arm at her final remark but smile through it.

"Thanks S, I appreciate it." I smile widely at her as she begins to stand.

"Well I should really head off, I bet Berry's bored poor Judy to death downstairs. Ask her around tomorrow and watch a movie or do something to spend time with her, draw her in and if it feels right make a move." She moves towards the door as I say my thanks and goodbyes but she just throws a 'Bye Bitch' over her should as she leaves.

Just as I think I can relax I hear another knock at my door. I sigh and sit up again.

"Come in." Just as I finish the door opens and a sympathetic Rachel Berry is entering my room and I immediately feel guilty for sounding so rude.

"Sorry to intrude I just came to say that we were leaving now." Her voice sounds slightly hurt and I know I need to fix it.

"Don't be sorry, I just thought you were Santana again." We both laugh lightly and I pat the bed next to me, indicating for her to sit down.

"That defiantly would explain it." She giggles and the sound makes my heart melt. I know what decision I should make.

"Rach" Oh my god, I sound so nervous, I really hope she doesn't pick up on it.

"Yes Quinn?" Brown orbs lock onto my hazel ones and I take a moment just to stare before replying.

"I was wondering if you wanted to maybe come around again tomorrow, like for the afternoon? I mean you could have food here and we could watch a movie or something? I should be out of bed tomorrow... But if you don't want to that's totally fine, or if it's too late notice, you probably already have plans with your dads or something. Just forget I said anything, it was a bad idea..." Okay ramble much.

"Whoa, okay, I'll start from the beginning. I would love to come over tomorrow, food sound lovely and a movie is a great idea. I don't have any plans so you don't have to worry about that and it wasn't a bad idea at all." She finishes with her trademark smile and I immediately feel like a complete idiot.

"Sorry, I don't usually, you know..." I duck my head to hide my ever growing blush.

"Don't apologize, it was actually kinda cute." My head snaps up at this but she is facing away.

"Cute?" I ask to try and get her to look at me, which it did.

"Yeah, cute." I didn't notice before how close our faces were but I can feel myself slowly leaning in, closing the distance of mere inches between us.

"Hurry up Berry, Brits will be finished at practise soon and I needs to get my sweet lady kissed on!" Santana shouts from downstairs causing Rachel and I to recoil backwards.

"I'll be right down!" Rachel throws straight back. "So I'll see you tomorrow?" She now directs her question to me.

"See you tomorrow." I pull the brunette into a hug before I even realise what I am doing but I can feel her relax into so my nerves are soon washed away. No sooner have we started and she is pulling away and walking towards the door. When she opens it she turns around to face me one final time.

"Goodbye Quinn. Get well soon."

"Bye Rach." And with that she's gone and I'm left thinking about that almost kiss that nearly happened minutes ago.

Okay she should be here any minute. I cannot stop thinking about yesterday. If she was just two inches closer I would have been able to-

The doorbell. Right, answer the door. You can do this. Just ignore Santana and just have fun. No, Mom will get the door and send Rachel up. I can do that.

"Quinnie, Rachel's here. I'm sending her up now."

A/N

MANY apologies to come:

1) Sorry it's so late I had a lot of planning this week. :S

2) Sorry it's short, I just felt it needed to end where it did. :P

3) Next update will be after next Tuesday, I'm going to Portugal for the week and won't really have time to write, sorry. :S

4) Sorry if you don't like the ending, see 2 and 3 for details. :P

If it makes up for it, you shouldn't be waiting much longer for things to finally kick in. xD

Reviews and all that jazz will make my holiday just that bit more brighter. :3 xoxo