A/N: Hello again! New chapter, again! Hope you enjoy!
Quinn's POV
I woke up on Saturday to my cell phone ringing, I picked it up to see that it was a call from Rachel, and answered immediately,
"Rach?" I answered instantly more alert than I was,
"Meet me at the Lima Bean at midday." She replied, before hanging up,
I looked at my phone as if it would give me the answers to the confusing, but annoyingly perfect, Rachel Berry. It didn't of course, I sighed, and decided that I should probably get dressed and ready to go, as it was already 9:30.
When I got to my wardrobe I reached for some of my slightly nicer clothes. After all, it was Rachel I was meeting. I grabbed; a white, ¾ sleeve, knit top, a yellow skirt, with adorable brown heeled boots and a brown plaited belt. It was a good look. Then I did my makeup, sweet and simple, and pulled my hair back with a headband.
"Quinn!" My mother's voice came from downstairs,
"Coming mom!" I called back,
I jogged down the stairs to find my mother in the kitchen,
"Yes, mom?"
She turned to face me, a kind smile on her face, "I was just wondering if you had plans for today?"
"Yeah, I was wondering if I could get a lift to the Lima Bean for 12," I asked, smiling my signature sweet smile,
"Sure sweetie, who are you meeting?" My mom replied,
"Uh…"
'Lie, Quinn, Lie,' I thought to myself,
"Santana and Britt," I answered,
"Would you mind taking Soph with you? I know Santana and Britt love her, and I have to run some errands." My mom requested,
'Shit, that's where lying gets you.' I reprimanded myself,
"Of course, I'll go tell her to get ready," I replied sweetly,
"Thanks, honey. I appreciate it."
I nodded in response and went upstairs to get Sophie ready.
I arrived at the Lima Bean just before twelve. I was eternally grateful that Sophie wasn't any younger, and could occupy herself while I talked to Rachel.
I walked through the doors and looked for Rachel, I saw her in the corner and decided to order a coffee before I talked to her.
After I grabbed a frappe for myself, and an orange juice and a cookie for Sophie, I walked up to Rachel, I cleared my throat slightly awkwardly and she snapped her head up,
"Hi Quinn," She said shortly, her eyes then flicking over to Sophie, "And… Sophie. Quinn, I kind of wanted to talk to you alone."
"Mother had some errands to run, she can sit at another table." I compromised,
I gave Sophie the orange juice and cookie and directed her to a table that was a couple of tables down for us, then walked back to Rachel,
"Hi," I greeted awkwardly,
Rachel looked absolutely beautiful, as always. I found myself staring at her, probably longer than I should have,
"Why haven't you told anyone?" She demanded,
"Told anyone what?!" I answered exasperatedly,
"What was in my diary. You know what you read,"
"Rachel, what do I have to do to prove I didn't read it to you?" I asked desperately, waving my hands around as if to prove my point,
"Oh, quite pretending Q. I know you read it. Who finds a diary and doesn't read it?" She asked, a knowing look on her face,
"I didn't!" I insisted, "It doesn't even look like a diary, I opened it to the front page, and it said 'Rachel Berry's Diary' so I closed the book. End of. No reading involved,"
She looked at me suspiciously, "You really didn't read it?"
"NO! I swear on my life. And on my sister's life. On your life!" I swore, 'Oops, maybe that was a bad example,' I thought afterwards,
Rachel just laughed, "My life? Okay, I got it after the first two, but swearing on my life? I don't even mean anything to you."
"Yes, you do, Rach," I said quietly, "That's why I couldn't read the diary. I didn't want to break your trust. We're friends."
She studied me carefully for a minute, before burying her face in her hands,
"Oh my god, I am so sorry Quinn. I totally overreacted didn't I?" She moaned,
I snorted, "Yeah, maybe just a bit."
She looked back up at me, clearly embarrassed, "Can you forgive me?" She asked,
'I already forgave you,' I thought, "Of course." I told her, "What are friends for?"
It might have been my imagination, or Rachel winced slightly at the comment, so I decided to move on, taking another sip of my frappe,
"What was so bad in there anyway? I mean, we're friends. You could tell me you were a serial killer and it wouldn't change the way I thought about you." I joked, well, slightly anyway,
Rachel looked around the room, clearly not comfortable to answer the question, "Uh, nothing really… It's uh… It was… there was something about…. Uh…" She stuttered,
"Hey, you don't have to tell me. I don't mind,"
'Maybe I should tell her how I feel…' I thought to myself,
Rachel's eyes became slightly red and it looked like she was trying not to cry, which broke my heart in pieces,
"It's just…" She sniffed, "You mean so much to me Quinn. I don't want to change the way you look at me." A tear ran down her face, which she brushed away immediately,
I grabbed her hand and squeezed it gently, "I promise you, you don't have to worry about that. Nothing could change the way I see you." I insisted again, "But like I said, you don't have to tell me,"
She looked at me gratefully, but also looked slightly, was it guilt?
She pulled her hand away, "So, are we all good here? Friends?" She clarified,
I wondered briefly if that was ever going to feel less painful, but nodded, "Of course we are Rach, we never stopped being friends, no matter how angry you were at me."
"Thank you, Quinn. I, uh, need to go though. My… dads are having visitors over for lunch and want to show off their baby girl. Bye," She said, well, it was probably a lie, standing up to leave,
'Wait, don't go!' I thought
She walked a little of the way to the front door,
"Rachel!" I called out, and she paused, slowly turning to face me,
A couple of the people turned to watch us,
'I love you,' I thought, 'Yeah, it's love, don't hate me.'
"Uh, drive, safe." I settled with,
'Coward, you bloody coward.' I was mentally hitting myself,
She looked slightly disappointed and nodded curtly before leaving.
She stands there, then walks away
My god if I could only say,
"I'm holding every breath for you..."
My sister came to my side, nodding sagely,
"What?" I asked, willing myself not to break down in the middle of the Lima Bean,
She just grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently,
"It's okay," She said simply,
I looked at her in confusion but was appreciating the comfort, I put my arm around her in a quick hug and let go.
"Get your stuff, I told mom to pick us up at 2:00, so we have some time to kill."
We walked out of the Lima Bean, and I kept my brave face on until everybody in my house was asleep. Only then, did I let myself cry.
Rachel's POV
I walked into school on Monday with a smile as fake as unicorns plastered on my face. I hadn't slept much that weekend, instead just tossing and turning restlessly all not. I was feeling better about the fact that I knew Quinn hadn't read my diary, therefore still oblivious to my feelings for her, and unable to out me. But I didn't feel better about the fact that I was still stuck in an awful place. Loving someone who I knew could never love me back. That hurt. So, I decided to do what Rachel Berry did best, and sing a song about it.
When I got to glee club that afternoon I was completely prepared to sing a song very close to my heart, about unrequited love. Mr Schuester walked into the room and I jumped at the opportunity to ask him before he could even introduce the new assignment,
"Mr Schue?" I asked, with my hand raised,
"Yes, Rachel?" He responded,
"I have something that I would like to perform."
"Ok, show us what you've got." Mr Schue said, waving his hand vaguely,
I got up and stood in front of my Glee mates,
"I have a song I would like to perform, it's an emotion that I just need to get out. I think we have all been in this position in our lives, and it is an extremely painful one. So, yeah, hope you enjoy." I introduced, and the band started the short intro,
Turn down the lights
Turn down the bed
Turn down these voices
Inside my head
Lay down with me
Tell me no lies
Just hold me closely
Don't patronize
Don't patronize me
Cause I can't make you love me if you don't
You can't make your heart feel
Somethin' that it won't
And here in the dark, in these final hours
I will lay down my heart
And I will feel the power but you won't
No, you won't
'Cause I can't make you love me
When you don't
When you don't
Yeah-hh
I closed my eyes, and pictured myself in Quinn's bedroom, singing the song to her, while she was sitting at her desk doing her makeup, completely oblivious to the fact that I'm singing to her.
I'll close my eyes
'Cause then I won't see
The love you don't feel
When you're home with me
Morning will come
And I'll do what's right
Just give me till then
To give up this fight
And I will give up this fight
I then pictured myself in the corridor at school, as Quinn sauntered past in her Cheerio's uniform, hips swaying side to side. The students around me didn't notice I was singing; they all just went about their normal business. Quinn went up to one of the jocks and started flirting with him. It was a painful image, but it helped me conjure up the emotions necessary to perform the song.
'Cause I can't make you love me if you don't
You can't make your heart feel
Somethin' that it won't
And here in the dark, in these final hours
I will lay down my heart
I will feel the power but you won't
No, you won't
'Cause I can't make you love me
When you don't
When you don't
I stopped singing, and a tear slid down my face. The room was quiet, before bursting into a careful applause. They could all feel the emotion coming from the song, a couple of the girls even had tears in their eyes.
I nodded curtly before exiting the classroom, head down so no one I walked past could see that I was crying.
I turned to enter the girl's bathroom. Moments later some hurried footsteps came from the hallway and Tina came bursting into the bathroom.
"Oh, sweetie. Come here." She said, walking towards me with her arms open,
I gratefully appreciate the comfort, even though Tina didn't know what I was actually upset about,
"You know, Quinn wanted to come after you," Tina said carefully,
I perked up a little bit, "She did?" I asked, trying not to act happy about it,
"Yeah, but Puck shouted back at her saying that she's caused you a lot of problems recently and that you aren't friends, so why would she follow you etcetera, etcetera. So here I am, instead of the she-devil."
I laughed slightly, Tina really had no clue about what was going on. I mean, it's not like I blamed her or anything, or that I wanted her to know, but it was kind of funny how wrong her ideas were.
"Thanks for coming, Tina, I just think, I need a few minutes alone if that's alright."
Tina nodded, pulling away from me, "Sure, just, don't let this Finn thing get to you, okay? It'll blow over."
I nodded and waited for her to leave the room before crying again. I felt slightly dramatic, but loving Quinn was very painful, and probably quite detrimental to my health.
I walked into school early the next morning, planning on going to the choir room and exercising my voice. As I approached the room, however, I could hear the gentle tune of a guitar playing. Curious, and wondering who could possibly be practising in my choir room, I walked up to the door, peering through the window.
It was Quinn, playing the guitar, with her back facing the door. She was also hunched over, shoulders shaking as if she were crying, or trying not to. The sight made my heart ache, and I instantly wanted to make her feel better, so I entered the choir room, slightly nervous, but also very determined.
"You never told me you could play the guitar." I interrupted, startling Quinn and making her turn around,
"Oh, hi Rachel," She greeted, brushing her hands under her eyes, "Yeah, I don't really tell many people."
She'd never tell you,
But she can play guitar,
I nodded thoughtfully, not really sure about how to respond to that, and wanting her to make the next move in the conversation.
"I never got a chance to talk to you yesterday." She spoke up, "Are you okay?" She queried, looking concerned,
I tilted my head, honestly thinking about the question, "No. Love sucks." I answered honestly,
"Tell me about it," Quinn muttered, rolling her eyes,
"You've got problems in your love life too?" I asked curiously, though not really sure I wanted to hear the answer,
"Major ones," Quinn answered, playing with the strings on her guitar and avoiding my eye,
"Like?" I pressed,
"We'll there's this… guy…" She started, and my heart sunk just a tiny bit more, of course, it was a guy, "I have… feelings, for… him, and he doesn't know. He, uh, I guess, he, doesn't play for the same team as I do… So, he could never love me back."
My heart dropped even further into my stomach, love? Ouch, the love of my life is in love with someone else, a guy.
"I'm sorry." I answered sincerely,
She waved her hand dismissively, "Don't be, like you said, you can't make someone love you if they don't."
"My life story," I muttered in fake enthusiasm, waving my hands around in mock glee,
"Yeah, you seemed to be pretty down yesterday. What's up?" Quinn asked, concern written all over her face,
I pondered the answer, deciding to give a Quinn free, edited version of the truth,
"Well, I guess it's pretty similar to yours. There's this guy," Girl, "Who I like," Love, "Who doesn't know I like," Love, "He…him… and he definitely doesn't return my feelings. Which, well, I guess it's just painful. You understand though, it's very similar to your situation I guess."
Quinn tilted her head thoughtfully, "Yeah, I guess you're right. Well, maybe we can both help each other with our problems. You know, talk them out."
"Yeah, why not?" I agreed, and pulled up a chair on the other side of the choir room, "You first." I prompted, and Quinn started discussing her problem, completely oblivious to the fact that she was mine.
I think she can see through,
Everything but my heart.
The two girls talked for an hour, completely missing the first period and the whole time, each of them completely unaware, that they were the solution to the other's problem.
A/N: Hope you liked this next chapter! Please review if you are interested in me continuing the story! This was going to be two different chapters, but they would have both been really short, even them put together is short, so I hope this was long enough in the end. I'm really enjoying writing this, and at the moment, I am thinking that this will end in 3-7 chapters, and then there will be a sequel, probably of a similar length. So please review if you like it, and goodbye for now! –Lauren's Glee Stories.
