Hey hey! Beautiful people. Here we are with Chapter 4 on my one shot. Ahem!
Thank you very very much for the reviews and pm's, I've tried to write back to you all. Keep them a coming so I know what I'm doing right/wrong please. I may or may not take you're advice on board but I will definitely appreciate you taking the time.
I have a ridiculously full client calendar over the next 2 weeks so this will probably be my only update so I shall try and make it big enough to be considered almost 2 chapters. I'm hoping to write the whole weekend into this chapter so better get cracking.
Yet again I still do not own glee or the Faberry relationship but I keep dreaming.
Hope you all enjoy the story.
Chapter 4
Quinn had dropped Santana off with Brittany and as well as the flurry of frenetic kisses, hugs and gropes that they had offered each other they were also full of kisses and hugs for Quinn, sending her away with good luck wishes and blown kisses into the rear view mirror.
Now she was really nervous. She had already entered Rachel's address into her Tom Tom and was surprised to find it was only a few blocks away. As much as her hands were shaking her body and mind were wired to the mains. In intense anticipation of all things Rachel Berry.
She had never visited Rachel's apartment, she knew all about it of course from Rachel herself.
She knew it was an attractive brownstone that she called her 'Carrie Bradshaw pad' that she shared with Kurt Hummel (shiniest gay boy of them all, more camp than a row of tents). That the living area was open plan with a modest kitchen with breakfast bar leading to the sitting room which consisted of a huge wide screen wall mounted TV in a minimalist paradise with 2 iceberg coloured sofas and a glass coffee table, via the entranceway where a modest little 4 seater table and chairs sat. And coming from the living area a hallway leading to 2 ensuite double bedrooms.
Rachel hadn't described the bedrooms stating that they would be a surprise….especially Kurt's. Rachel laughed at that part. A delicious, lilting melody of mirth. Quinn loved to hear that laugh.
They had seen each other a few times post school careers but never in NY. A few times in Lima during holidays and once in New Haven when Rachel and Brittany came down for New Years. Rachel being the party animal as ever wanted to escape the madness of New Years in New York.
It was after that New Years visit when Quinn was finally able to admit her attraction to the talented diva, only to herself obviously. Then Santana had asked because she had seen the all too palpable tension between Quinn and Rachel and it all came flooding out of the blonde ex-cheerleader.
Naturally Santana initially made references to man hands and midgets but Quinn let her ride that out until she eventually stopped laughing and regarded her friends' admission seriously.
That was when they began to build the formations of 'the plan'. Which Satan referred to as 'operation get into Rachel Berry's pants, whereas the ever romantic Quinn Fabray called it the 'plan to get Rachel to fall in love with me'. And then Brittany was recruited to find out if she thought Rachel would even be receptive to being with Quinn because Brits always had mean people reading skills. And it was quickly established that Rachel was, in Brits words, "gagging for some Quinn lickin". Santana has definitely been a hazardous influence on my sweet friend thought Quinn.
In no time at all Quinn was parking opposite Rachel's apartment and getting her holdall out of the small back seat. Stretching her tired limbs as she locked the car. Taking in the scenery she noticed a small florists just a little down the block. Heading off in the direction of the shop she hadn't spotted a very smiley Rachel Berry watching her from her window.
Quinn arrived at Rachel's door with a mixed bouquet of Red Camellia's, Cedar leaf and White Lilac's and pressed the buzzer for 2A. She was instantly granted access and as she entered the building she was almost bundled over by a very fast and huggy Rachel Berry bounding down the stairwell and grabbing a very surprised blonde.
"Well hi Rach, it's good to see you too. Here, these are for you"
Handing her the flowers Quinn composed herself and smoothed her jacket back down.
"They're beautiful Quinn, thank you. What are they?"
"Flowers silly"
Quinn replied, guffawing at her own joke.
"No what varieties, silly"
Rachel replied whilst digging Quinn's ribs with her elbow.
Quinn took Rachel's offered arm with her hand and was lead towards her apartment while she told her what flowers were in her bouquet.
"Wow Rach, you really described your home well"
Quinn dropped her very full holdall beside the free standing coat rack by the apartment door and hung up her coat. Following the brunette into the kitchen the blonde took the opportunity to appraise her friend.
"Thank you, you like?"
"Definitely"
Quinn replied but quickly realised she was not talking about the same thing as Rachel and cleared her throat.
Rachel smiled as she had very clearly seen Quinn staring at her ass and licked her lips before she snapped out of it.
Still smiling, Rachel retrieved a vase and began arranging the flowers haphazardly.
"Here, allow me"
Quinn rolled up her sleeves and grabbed the flowers off Rachel, smirking at her lack of flower arranging skills.
Rachel watched in awe as the blonde ex-cheerleading captain cut the flowers into various heights and placed them gently in the vase, one at a time until she was done and filled the vase with water and the sprinkled in flower food.
She looks so beautiful when she is focussed and determined. This is one of the reasons I love her thought Rachel.
"There, all done. Where do u want them?"
"On the fireplace please Quinny so everyone sees them when they walk in the house"
Admiring the beautiful display of red, white and green on her fireplace Rachel smiled at Quinn as she looked around seeking approval.
"Perfect, thank you again Quinny. They are beautiful"
Rachel then leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her friends' cheek. Inhaling Quinn's scent as she did so. Composing herself she grabbed Quinn's bag and headed down the hall.
"I'll put your bag in your room. Then we'll have dinner. I hope you like vegan lasagne"
"If you cook it I'll eat it"
Quinn replied as she followed the brunette down the hall.
Ok I know this is only a little chapter again but I'm working on chapter 5 right now.
Just so you all know Red Camellia's mean 'you're a flame in my heart', Cedar leaf means 'I live for thee' and White Lilac means 'my first dream of love'. This was in fact the first ever bouquet I ever bought my ex-fiancée and she thought it was romantic so it must be.