A/N In this chapter their will be some slight make out scene for Rachel and Quinn i'm not sure if the rating needs to be changed so i didn't change it and if it does i'm sorry! Also this is fair warning that it will be two girls so please don't flame me. last but not least i've never written any kind of kissing or anything kind of story so if it really sucks or if you really like it or anything inbetween please let me know!
RPOV
I sat on my bed with my legs drawn to my chest, chin resting lazily on my knees as I glanced around my room trying to take everything in. my desk was lined with awards from various singing awards I had been collecting my whole life, while my sunshine yellow walls were littered with Broadway posters. I could give all this up, right? I ask myself while letting out a huge sigh. I've had a taste of the life that has to be good enough right? I silently question.
Rachel stop it! I bitterly think. I'm being so damn selfish, of course I can give it all up and I gladly will for my daddy, what kind of horrible daughter would I be if I walked away in one of his darkest moments? No we are family I'm staying! I firmly decide while banging my fist down on my comforter in a sign of finality.
This will work it has to! I think giving myself a silent pep talk, I'll be fine get involved in Lima's community theater maybe go to OSU? That could work! I excitedly think, yes then I'll be closer to daddy and everything will be fine.
Before I can start questioning myself further over everything my phone chimes with a text from Quinn.
Hey Rach, dinner at San's place tonight. Just us, interested? :)- Q
I text her back with a quick simple 'yes' because, who could turn that down?
Thoughts of the stunning blonde consume my mind as I lay back fully on my pillows. Quinn has been more than amazing these last few days and it's just shown me that I can get through anything with her by my side. I know I already told her I love her but tonight is the night I need to lay everything out there. I'm going to tell her I want us to be together; in fact nothing would make me happier at this point.
Suddenly I remember what dating me would me she'll be ok with dating a Lima loser right? Great now instead of just feeling guilty I can add pathetic to my life now too, awesome.
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S POV
I walk into my kitchen to see Q cooking at the stove while sliding around on my hardwood floors like she's in the freaking ice capades . I don't even know the last time I saw he this giddy, damn it Berry.
I silently lean against the door frame and watch her glide back and forth until Brit comes in breaking the silence. "Damn, S you look hot!" she casually says to me. Wow is she blunt.
"You look pretty amazing yourself B." I try to say with a straight face but come on. She's rocking some old faded blue jeans and a neon yellow over sized duck t-shirt.
Meanwhile I'm wearing something vaguely similar to my MJ number in high school fedora and all.
"Oh yeah?" she asks sliding over to me, when did my kitchen become an ice rink?
When she gets to me she lightly wraps her hands on my hips and leans in to nibble on my ear. When I let out a breathy moan I see Q over Britt's shoulder throw her hands in the air exasperatedly.
"Ok no!" she starts, what a whiner "ok miss" she points at Britt and her tone turns mock seriousness "I don't want to see any more sweet lady kiss."
"That rhymes!" Brittany excitedly tells her and they share a light fist bump before B pulls away.
Before she fully disconnects she manages to slide her hands to the front of my shirt and she cops a quick feel over my entirely too tight blazer, so she accidently bumps the tape recorder that's hidden in my bra.
"Hey watch the equipment!" I say throwing her a playful wink.
Suddenly Quinn turns serious; I hate how fast she can do that. "So that's really about to happen?" she questions while thoughtfully biting her lower lip.
"Come on Q" I sigh as I collapse into a kitchen stool. "You know if it was up to Finn it would already be over and forgotten, god he's so rotten!" I wrinkle my nose in disgust; if she points out the rhyme I swear I'm going to punch her in the face.
"I know, I know" she mutters, she looks distracted and dazed. I don't like this version of Q I miss the cool, confident, and sometimes Bitchy Quinn Fabray.
"I know Rachel said she was done with him but let's face it she has a soft spot for the oaf and I don't want her to be upset with us."
"Q, this isn't like the other times and you know it. " I gently tell her, "This is unforgivable and Berry's never told someone she's done with them, she'll give people one hundred and one chances, but even she knows enough is enough." I explain.
"Yeah" B chimes in, "Rach knows when it's time to cut ties." Q reaches her hand up for another fist bump without even moving her eyes up from the hole she's starring into the floor.
I've decided the moment has been way too serious, and I'm going to have enough of that today anyway so I change the subject. "Hey Randy Johnson" I toss at Quinn. Crap am I about to make a sports joke? The lesbians should be proud.
Quinn just looks at me with her raised eyebrow, god I hate that so I quickly continue "he's a baseball pitcher, BUT" I loudly continue, I hate having to explain my jokes. "I went through the house and got rid of all tennis and bouncy balls so you'll have to find a new way to vandalize my walls." I tell her as me and Britt get up to leave.
I know it's one of Q's stress relievers and it really does help her think, but does she need to put holes in my walls just to make a plan?
"Challenge accepted!" she yells at my retreating form, and I just can't hold back my laugh.
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Q POV
When the door bell rings I mentally count to ten before racing to the door, I'm trying not to seem to eager. When I open the door Rachel literally takes my breath away.
Her hair is curled and hanging loosely framing her face perfectly. She has on a plaid skirt and a cute white button down. I wasn't sure how fancy we were going here so I'm glad I kept it simple. I'm in a nice light blue sundress with a tan belt around my waist. I'm not even sure if she remembers but a few years ago she told me this was her favorite of all my dresses so now I try to wear it as much as possible around her.
"Hello" I softly greet her with a wide smile.
"Hi" she replies. I can tell something is wrong immediately because her grin doesn't quite reach her eyes. I decide to let it go for now, she would tell me if something was wrong right?
As we walk in she's avoiding eye contact and looking around like she's never been here before.
"So uh, would you like to eat first, or maybe watch a movie, or…" I awkwardly trail off
"A movie would be lovely." She replies still not bothering to look at me.
"Well I think the only musical S owns is RENT s-""NO!" she loudly yells, "anything but RENT" she continues in a much softer tone.
Well this is new I think walking over to the movie cabinet as Rachel takes a seat on the couch. I smile when I see all the Disney movies, these have to b Britt's. I raise an eyebrow and silently hold up The Little Mermaid, Rachel just smiles and nods politely. Ok seriously who is this girl?!
After I get the movie started I move to the couch and quietly put an arm around her shoulder, she jumps when we make contact like she didn't even know I was there. What is going on?
She cautiously leans her head on my shoulder like this is new territory for us. Instead of watching Ariel I study Rachel's face I can tell she is deep in thought and I just hope she lets me in sooner rather than later.
After about ten minutes I risk another glance at her and she's not even pretending to pay attention to the movie, her gaze is locked on a few magazines on San's glass coffee table. "Rach." I whisper, my worry increases when she doesn't even flinch. I put my finger under her chin and softly pull up forcing our gazes to meet, when I see her big brown orbs looking back at me I whisper, "what's wrong baby girl?" as if afraid a louder tone will break us out of whatever trance were in.
She takes a deep breath and I see so much uncertainty in her gaze now, what could have possibly happened in the three hours we have been separated?
"Quinn" she starts softly, moving her right hand up to cup my cheek, I subconsciously lean in to her touch as she continues. "Will you go out with me?" she asks in a much firmer tone.
I silently curse myself for the blush I know she can see and feel as it rapidly takes over my face. "Of course" I choke out, reaching up my own hand to softly squeeze the one that is currently resting on my face.
"I wanted to ask you when we got back to New York and all the crazy from this week was over and we were moving on and…" I abruptly stop when I realize I'm rambling almost as good as she can.
"Of course." I reiterate giving her hand a soft squeeze. Rachel lets out a hearty laugh, she's so much happier than when she got here. My stomach flips when I realize I'm the one that made her feel that way.
I silently look into her deep brown eyes seeing nothing but love as I slowly start leaning towards her silently asking for permission. I'm going slow giving her ample time to decide if she doesn't want this, but instead she just closes her eyes and leans in faster effectively closing off the space between us.
As soon as our lips meet I can't believe how perfect it feels, our lips move so well against one another's it like we have been doing this for years. I'm starting to get lost in the softness in her lips when suddenly her tongue swipes across my bottom lip. I let out a quiet moan and gladly allow her entrance, her tongue moves around my mouth with purpose and I slowly move my hand from her cheek down her stomach and start softly tracing the outlines of her abs through her shirt. Suddenly her hands move up to play at the back of my neck tickling the nape of my neck and running her hands through my shoulder length locks.
When air becomes a necessity we both pull back, panting for breath. I only give myself a second to recover before I lean forward and take her lower lip between my teeth and lightly nip at it. When she lets out a hiss I'm willing to bet its more arousal than pain. So I take her lip into my moth using my tongue to sooth the burn. Her hands are moving from my neck down to my chest but they seem hesitant now. I quickly pull back and rest our foreheads together, both our breathing is labored, that got hot fast.
"I'm so sorry, I've never, I don't even kno-" I give her one sweet passionate kiss, effectively cutting her off. "Hey stop" I tell her locking her eyes with mine; I need her to know I'm serious.
"Baby girl we'll take his as slow as you want, I promise no pressure from me ever" she lets out a sigh and I can see the relief in her eyes. she goes to rest her head on my shoulder, her lips start trailing a path from the base of my neck up to my ear where she lightly blows over the shell of my ear before placing a wet kiss on it.
Right then my ringtone goes off with 'My Humps' filling the air, what a mood killer. That's my ringtone for Brittany, I don't think she even knows what that means but she likes dancing to it. I tried to explain to her that if she was the one to call me she wouldn't be around to hear it but she insisted, what could I do?
"I'm so sorry" I tell Rachel giving her hand a reassuring squeeze while I flash her a goofy smile, earning me a beautiful laugh and a smile in return.
"Hey B what's up?" I answer, "hey Q!" she sings, is this chick ever not happy?
"San said I should call and update you on operation Douche bag Finn I mean I don't really like the name but San insisted and I told her to be nice but she said-" Britt!" I cut in "what's up?" I ask again cutting off her how mean S is being rant, like we didn't already know. "Right my bad." She starts again "Well Finn confessed everything and we are at the police station and OH a gumball machine!" she trails off excitedly.
Seriously, who is that excited at the police station?
"Britt focus" I try not to sound as agitated as I feel. I look up to see Rachel giving me a questioning look and I just wave her off, how do I explain this?
"Oh right, well San got everything on tape, then she gave the cops the tape and apparently it's more than enough evidence to bring him in so they are going to go get him now" she happily finishes and I can hear her chomping on her gum.
"Hmm" I think out loud. "Ok well call me when there's more news." We exchange goodbyes and I hang up chancing a glance at Rachel she looks extremely concerned.
RPOV
"That was B they have Finn's confession on tape and the police are getting him now." Quinn carefully tells me, she's sitting back watching me I know she's waiting for the fireworks.
I wordlessly stand and make my way to the kitchen I need water sad or thirsty? I'm not sure, I can feel my heart rapidly beating in my chest and it's no longer from the excitement of being with Quinn. It can't be good for my blood pressure that I can go from one extreme to the other so fast, extreme joy over being with Quinn to major confusion over Finn, is twenty to young for a heart attack?
I don't know why Finn's bad choices still surprise me at this point I really should be used to them. I can't believe I wasted so much time on this jerk, I never should have stopped Santana all those times she wanted to hurt him in high school.
Quinn follows me and leans on the island in the Lopez's kitchen, she looks at me worried well allow me to add on. "I'm dropping out of NYADA" I blurt out "I'm not going back to New York I'm staying here." Nice and fast just like a band aid
"Rach" her tone is complete shock and she moves closer to me but I throw up my hands stopping her, I can't handle her disapproving tone, I wasn't sure of this myself so I can't let her question it.
"NO" I practically yell "this wouldn't have happened if I wasn't in New York they were on their way to see me." I'm being irrational and I know I know it but I can't help it. Quinn gives me a painful look and I can tell just from looking into her eyes that she wants to argue all of this but I power though "I need to let go of that part of my life and spend as much time with my daddy while I still can." I'm trying to convince her as much as myself at this point.
"Baby girl" Quinn steps up "your daddy loves you he would never let you give up on your dreams just to spend time with him, he wants you to be happy."
Quinn is starting to make sense and I don't like it, I can't have her doubting me so I reply without even thinking.
"Just because your father refuses to spend time with you doesn't mean every family is that way." My tone low and gravely, that was a low blow and I know it. Quinn loves her dad she was always a daddy's girl until he kicked her out in high school and never looked back.
My eyes widen in shock, I don't know what came over me. "Quinn I'm so sorry" I immediately try to retract my statement.
She shakes her head mutely "no you're right, I've always been jealous of your family's relationship they love you so much that's how I know he wouldn't be ok with this." She inches another few steps closer to me taking both my hands in hers. I'm trying so hard to keep my composure as I stare in to the hazel eyes I love so much.
"Quinn" I mumble "he's a shell of his former self he literally just stares at the wall he doesn't even acknowledge me." The tears are ready to fall but I use all my remaining will power to keep it together as Quinn starts rubbing her thumbs soothingly over our joint hands that are resting on the island between us.
"How can I go be happy in New York knowing how bad things are here? I'd feel like a monster." I finish in a broken whisper as Quinn steps around the island pulling me with her and into a hug drawing shapes on my lower back as she leans us against the counter.
"Rach sweetie" she whispers her voice waivers while she starts planting kisses in my hair. My tears fall freely and she allows me to find solace on her shoulder putting my nose to her neck breathing in her sweet comforting scent.
"Listen" Quinn starts again she almost sounds firm" there is no wrong ways to do it remember? And I promised I'm not leaving your side. It doesn't make you a monster for wanting to move on with your life" she squeezes my waist tightly "it doesn't" she says again like she knows I'm doubting it.
"Plus you have me, Santana and Britt, do you think we would let anything bad happen to your dad?" she returns to rubbing the small of my back helping me calm down "Not a chance" she softly chuckles into my hair, "were going to help him the same way we help you…well maybe not the exact same way." That gets a real laugh out of me, and I can feel Quinn's lips forming into a smile on my forehead before she leaves a lingering kiss there.
"Seriously baby girl, this is a tragedy you know that your dad is just taking a little longer to get through it but quitting something you love, quitting your dream." She softly shakes me "that wouldn't make him happy…either of them" She sternly adds giving me a pointed look.
"You're right you're so right." I admit defeat while trying to avoid her eyes. "Now you're getting it!" she playfully hip checks me before enveloping me into another hug and pausing a moment before getting serious again.
"Seriously Rach you still have a little more than a week before you need to be back at school, let's let the next few days play out before we make any rash decisions ok?"
"Thank you" I tell her as sincerely as I can then I lean up to rub her nose with mine before burying my head in her neck again.
"hey" she pulls the back of my shirt forcing me away from her so she can give me a stare down teamed up with a raised eyebrow. Damn.
"This is what I'm here for." She tells me seriously "I always want you to come talk to me about whatever is bothering you, even if you think it will upset me too, I want to help." "I promise" I choke out getting up on my tip toes to give her a sweet kiss.
When Quinn pulls back instead of breaking contact she starts peppering my jaw with tiny kisses, never spending too much time in one spot but effectively covering both cheeks, when I hear an over exaggerated "mwha!" I can't help the laugh that barrels out of me and she leans away from me to look into my eyes studying to see if our little talk did the job.
"I love you." I tell her my voice breathy like I just ran a marathon.
"I love you too." She instantly replies her voice laced with emotion, she pulls me to her and I wrap my arms around her waist while my forehead finds her shoulders. Her arms wrap around my shoulders as she plays with my hair. I let out a content sigh Quinn always makes my life better.
After a few moments of silence 'My Humps' starts playing in the living room, Quinn gives me an apologetic look and as slowly as she can backs away from me. As soon as she leaves the kitchen I turn around to lean my forearms against the island.
I can hear some muttering in the living room but I can't hear anything for sure until Quinn lets out an incredulous "God damnit!" oh this will be good.
Quinn walks back in looking sheepish and studying her bare feet "uh, that was B" she barley manages to get out. "The police went to Finn's house and they think he fled town, their uh sending out a warrant for his arrest." She finishes badly hiding the anger in her voice.
Suddenly I throw my head into my arms and just keep repeating the gesture over and over again while repeating my mantra of : "why?!"
"Hey do you have any tennis balls at your house?" I barely hear Quinn over the headache I'm slowly giving myself. I can't tell if she's serious or not so I don't stop what I'm doing to find out.
"I can't believe I dated that ass hole" she quietly hisses out like it's a secret.
Me either I bitterly think.