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 whom 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 13: Rachel's POV

I can't figure out why I feel so nervous. I mean, I've been to Quinn's endless times since the 'Incident', this time just seems to feel different for some reason... Maybe it was the way she asked me round? Food and a movie, it seems very much like a stereotypical 'rom-com style' date, but without leaving the house of course, Quinn's health is the main priority here.

I think I'm getting ahead of myself. She was probably just worn out and woozy from the medication... But even so...What the hell do I wear?

"Sweetie? Are you okay in there?" Daddy knocks on the door but doesn't wait for a reply; he could probably hear me pacing from the living room.

"Yes, I'm fine. Just stuck on what to wear to Quinn's." I sit on the edge of my bed, soon joined by Daddy.

"You've been round thousands of times before, honey. Why are you fretting so much now? Have they said something about your clothes?" He looks concerned. He must think that she or Santanna have said something about my dress sense.

"No, nothing like that. It's just... I'm a bit... confused."

"Talk to me Rach. You know you can tell me anything." Daddy places a soothing hand on my shoulder and I turn to address him more fully.

"Daddy... I think... I think I have feelings for Quinn." I let my head fall at the confession, missing Daddy's reaction.

"Does this mean you're-?"

"I don't know. All I know is that I haven't felt like this about anybody before." I know I shouldn't have cut him off, but I'm not ready to name and label myself just yet. Not until I figure everything out.

"Look at me Rachel." Daddy lifts my chin when I don't move and looks me straight in the eye. "Your father and I will love you no matter what, you know that right?"

I nod slightly and begin to feel tears start to form behind my eyes.

"Now I can't tell you how Quinn feels, or how you feel for that matter. All I can say is that you have been the happiest your father and I have ever seen you since you have started hanging around with Quinn, including when you were with those other boys, and anybody who makes you feel like that should be worth your time. And it doesn't matter if you don't want to label your feelings, that's not important, what's important is that you keep being honest to yourself, that way I will support you and love you without question. As for the outfit, are you just heading over or are you going on an actual date?" Finished talking, Daddy walks toward my closet and begins filing through some clothes.

Still recovering from the short-but-still-emotional... Confession? Coming out?... Whatever that conversation was, I try to form an intelligible sentence.

"Err... Well, she um... I'm not entirely sure..." Well done Rachel. Good try.

"Did she say what the two of you would be doing?" I immediately blush at this. Trust my teenage brain to turn everything into some sort of innuendo.

"Just staying in. Eating food and watching a movie."

"Date." Wow, okay that was... confident.

"How can you be so sure?" Needing some sort of reasoning for my Daddy's logic, I question further.

"Seriously sweetie? Movie and a meal and you're not sure whether it's a date? Haven't you seen any film or TV program ever?" He chuckles and turns to continue rummaging through my clothes.

"Alright fine. So have you found anything?"

"We need something just more than casual but not over the top as you aren't physically leaving the house. Am I correct?"

"You are correct."

"This calls for skinny jeans. You have a dark pair don't you?"

I run to the drawer where I keep all of my trousers and pull out a pair of dark blue skinnies and hold them up for my father's seal of approval.

"Perfect! Now do you still have that white top you got for your birthday?"

"I should do. Isn't it in on the r-?"

"Aha!" I'm interrupted by Daddy finding the top in questions and proceeding to swing it his whole arm span in triumph. "Right. Get dressed and then come downstairs to show me and your father how you wonderful look."

"Yes Daddy."

When I have the outfit on I check myself in the full length mirror. The blouse is a sleeveless button up with a black collar and trim, which I have tucked in slightly at the front of my jeans, and finished off with a pair of black flats. I have decided to leave my hair down in its natural curls and to keep make-up to a minimum. Completely satisfied I head downstairs for further analysis.

Walking into the living room I suddenly feel very exposed to find my dads waiting for me, camera in hand.

"I knew that blouse would work!" Daddy practically fangirling over his fashion choices while Dad just snaps photo after photo.

"You two do know I have been on a date before, right?" I recover from my immediate shock to get into my trademark Broadway pose, hand on hip, standing at an angle.

"Yes yes, but that was with that oaf." Dad puts down his camera; obviously he has the desired picture.

"Mhm, this time it's with someone with a functioning brain cell!" Dad's opinions quickly being backed up by Daddy's and for a change I am inclined to agree.

"Yes, she is a far better person that Finn ever was, is or will be." I realize I sound quite bitter but after what he's done I think it is deserved.

"Anyway, enough talking about him, shouldn't you be on your way?" Dad asks with a cheesy grin plastered on his face.

"I should. Thank you for everything." I give them both a hug and a kiss on the cheek before I head out the door and drive the familiar route to Quinn's.

Upon arrival I exit my car and smooth out my top and trousers before ascending the pathway leading to the Fabray's front door. I opt for the doorbell over knocking - another decision to procrastinate a further 2-3 seconds - and anxiously wait for entrance. A few seconds later a dolled up Judy Fabray opens the door for me and allows me inside.

"Good evening Judy, you look very nice." She pulls me in for a welcoming hug before replying.

"Thank you sweetheart and so do you. I will be heading out with the girls so you and Quinn will have the house to yourselves. I'll just let her know you've arrived."

Judy walks off to the staircase and shouts up something that sounds like 'Quinnie, Rachel's here. I'm sending her up now.' but frankly I can barely hear as the whole concept sinks in.

Dinner and a movie. Home alone. With Quinn Fabray.

A/N

Bet you didn't expect to hear from me again!

But yes, I'm BACK... VERY late... Sorry about that.

Not going to lie about the next update, ima do it when I can. Literally reviews, favourites and follows all persuade me to write more.

Again sorry for the delay.

Also sorry about the lack of date in this chapter, I felt Rachel needed a build up to it.

P.S MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR PEOPLES! Much love, Megan. xoxo