Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or its characters.
A/N: Currently unbeated. All mistakes are mine. Enjoy!
Quinn was floating on cloud nine as she entered her house, skipping and humming Walking on Sunshine. Noticing a note next to the bowl she used to store her keys, she picked it up and read that her mother was going out for the night and that Quinn shouldn't wait up. The blonde couldn't be bothered with thinking of what her mother was out doing; she decided it would be much more fun to continue on in her Rachel-induced happy haze. Turning away from the table, she threw her arms in the air and her head back, and busted out, "I'M WALKING ON SUNSHINEEE, WOAHH OH, IM WALKING ON SUNSHINE AND DON'T IT FEEL GOOD! HEY! ALRIGHT NOW!"
Jigging and jiving her way up the staircase, Quinn opened her bedroom door with passion as if she were stopping the love of her life from getting married, and strutted towards her old stuffed animals.
"I used to think maybe you loved me, now, baby, I'm sureeee." She picked up her favorite toy lion (Mr. Rawrington), and spun in circles around her room.
"And I just can't wait till the day when you knock on my door!" She danced around with Mr. Rawrington, stroking his mane and holding him up as if he were baby Simba in the Lion King.
"Now every time I go for the mailbox, gotta hold myself down; 'Cause I just can't wait till you write me you're coming around!"
She smiled and flopped down with Mr. Rawrington on her bed with a large sigh.
"Life f-in rocks."
She grabbed her laptop from her nightstand singing softly under her breath, "I feel alive, I feel the love, I feel the love that's really real; I feel alive, I feel the love, I feel the love that's really real."
Finally, her computer hummed to life and she quickly managed to find the song that was stuck in her head on Spotify. She didn't hesitate at all to turn it up to full blast. She felt fantastic, which was increasingly rare, and she wasn't about to let such a thing go to waste.
Quickly after, her Google Chrome browser was up along with Tumblr dashboard. Her fingers on the trackpad found the new text post button easily, and they danced along the keys as she typed up her happy feelings. She wrote about how life was looking up, and how she was finally seeing a chance with the one. She realized that she needed to fight for the one and she was going to do it.
Tonight with Rachel, Quinn had realized (along with her realization from earlier in the afternoon, as well) that she did indeed still have a chance with her one and only.
1) Rachel followed her blog, and if she was in fact the anon that liked her blog and told her she had to keep trying then that meant Rachel wanted her too. The more Quinn thought about it the more she believed the anon was Rachel, from the wording and how the anon had said she had, had a similar argument with a friend.
2) Rachel broke up with Finnept. The stunning brunette was now available and Quinn had to at least attempt to snatch her up before anyone else did. No one else would make sure the singer was as well-taken care of as she should be.
3) Rachel had leaned in so close tonight, and was playful with her. Playful!
Quinn was giddy with happiness. Rachel was free, Rachel wasn't even upset about her breakup with the oaf it seemed, and she had wiped Quinn's tears.
Quinn rolled her eyes at herself, "I was the one crying, and Rachel was the one who had just broken up with someone. Way to be shallow."
"Oh stop, it was an emotional thing and she was totally cool with it."
Literally waving her hand in the air, as if to wave away her thoughts, Quinn smiled as a red box with a '1' in it popped up above her inbox. It was time to become Charlie (though Quinn thought they were pretty much one-in-the-same right now).
Charlie clicked the notification excitedly and read the message with earnest.
"Anonymous asked: Hi Charlie! The same anon as from earlier here again! I just wanted to let you know that I am really excited that you realized that you have to keep going after the one. If she really is the one and only, I'm sure that she will definitely be worth fighting for! PS. I adore your star quote you posted."
Charlie practically flailed and squealed, "It has to be Rachel! Stars are her thing!"
Before Rachel had called her, Charlie had been playing around on her drawing tablet and art program. One of the options in her program was a pattern sticker of gold star. Once she discovered the tool her heart hammered in her chest as she decided to risk it and make something for Rachel. Admittedly, the resulting art wasn't her best work; it was just a simple text of "Look at the stars, look how they shine for you" and a shit-ton of stars surrounding it. Yet, she knew Rachel would love it.
"Charlie: Ah! Thank you for liking it! You should come off anon so I can thank you personally for liking the art, and for helping me realize that I need to get a backbone and go after the one :)"
There. She swallowed her anxiety and had put it out there. Now she would finally know if the anon was Rachel.
She waited with bated breath, trying to distract herself by scrolling her dashboard and singing to a few more happy songs. However, it was obvious it wasn't quite working since she scrolled to the top of the site to check her inbox notifications almost constantly.
She jumped as the '1' notification finally popped up after what felt like forever, though it had really only been about three minutes.
"Anonymous asked: Oh, I'd love for you to acknowledge my contributions, but I'm a bit nervous about revealing my name. I have a really big crush on your blog, so I'm rather nervous."
Charlie and Quinn, if separate people, would have joined hands and sung to the high heavens if it were possible. Instead, Charlie settled for keysmashing.
"Charlie: ALSdjf;akjsd;hfkang;sidhf a crush?! Awwwwww :3 Now I really want to know who you are! Well, if I can't know who you are, can I know why you like my blog?"
This time, Charlie grabbed Mr. Rawrington and rocked with excitement as she waited for the next '1'.
"It has to be Rachel. Rachel with a crush. A crush on my blog. Subsequently a crush on me."
"A crush on Charlie, not you."
"It could be a crush on me."
"Nothing on your blog indicates that you're Quinn Fabray, and not Charlie Q.
"Maybe… she looked over my shoulder while I was on my phone one day."
"Without you noticing? Yeah right."
"Shhhh, shut up, I got a message!"
"Anonymous asked: You most definitely can know ^-^ I like your blog for your honesty in the tags and the beautiful posts, but mostly I like your personal writing posts. This will probably sound incredibly weird, but I feel like I can relate to them. You're just interesting, intriguing. You're definitely my favorite blog."
"Oh. My. God. I'm going to die."
"Reel it in, girl, you're okay."
"DYING."
"Charlie: Oh, Sweetheart! You are just ;aklsdjfa, too sweet! Are you sure I can't know who you are? Don't hide!"
She posted the question, excited at the prospect of being one step closer to knowing if it was really Rachel or not. She was almost 97% sure it was Rachel Berry under the anonymous guise, but actually knowing it was her was going to be the most breathtaking thing Charlie could imagine. It would feel as if a bomb of flowers, magic, and glitter was exploding in her heart and soul.
Her imagination took over as she waited for her anonymous sweetheart to reply.
"Oh, god, imagine us singing to each other in Glee with our lovesick puppy eyes."
"We already did that with I Feel Pretty/Unpretty!"
"She looked so beautiful, I don't know why I ever encouraged her to get a nose job. She's so striking the way she is."
"But just imagine, her voice singing to you and only you."
"I think I'd die then and there. I'd be so happy I could melt."
"Did you just make a Wicked reference?"
"Yes, do you think Rachel will like that?"
"Wicked references?"
"Yeah, try to keep up."
"I do think she'd appreciate your knowledge of the theater world."
"I've been working on it. Oh! Think of it! Rachel and I at a carnival together. I wonder if she's scared of heights, I want to kiss her at the top of the ferris wheel."
"Quinn, you're scared of heights. How would you manage that?"
"I'd just focus on her lips; nbd."
"Did you really just say 'nbd' instead of actually saying 'no big deal'?"
"Possibly."
"You really need to stop being online so much."
"Not if it's my only connection with Rachel, I won't."
"Still don't know if it's her~"
"Message message message shhh."
"Anonymous asked: Hmm…. your words and my crush for you are two quite compelling arguments for me to reveal my identity. I promise I'm not some creepy 40 year old man haha! Wait.. saying that doesn't make you suspicious that I am, does it? Darn it! I might have to tell you who I am now, just so you don't think I'm some weirdo!"
Charlie laughed at the message, but her heart hammered louder than it had since earlier that night when Rachel leaned in close enough so that Quinn could smell the brunette's cherry lip balm and vanilla perfume.
"My crush for you."
"Charlie: Sir, I can assure you that I want nothing to do with you. You being a forty year old man with a crush on a poor eighteen year old girl is incredibly disconcerting. I will continue to believe you are a forty year old man until you can sufficiently convince me otherwise."
Charlie knew full well that the person behind the mask was not a forty year old pervert; well, at least, she was 97% positive that it wasn't.
She clicked post and tried to veer her imagination from creepy porn-stached men to Rachel and her at prom. She imagined them both getting crowned Queen, and having their first dance together in the middle of the dance floor. She imagined the other attendants around them in a circle watching them before they began to join. She imagined pulling Rachel against her tighter when they were concealed by dozens of other couples, and away from the prying eyes of real creepy porn-stached teachers.
She imagined feeling Rachel smile against her neck, and placing her lips against Rachel's temple. She imagined swaying into the night with the girl she loved, and later sweeping her off her feet and watching the stars with her in their gowns. She imagined looking over at Rachel under the moonlight and tracing the lines of the girls face that she already knew so well. She imagined Rachel turned to her with a goofy smile on her face and asking, "What?" And answering, "Rachel you are the brightest star I see tonight. When I look at you tomorrow, next week, next year, and years into the future, you will still be the brightest of them all. Infinitely burning, infinitely shining. You are made of dust and light and mass and fire and explosions, and you are important and you matter. You are made of life and you make things spin and evolve and grow and be. You have made me change and learn and open up. I have expanded and shifted and moved because of you, and every time I look at you, you are doing the same. You are a gift. There will never, ever be another soul like you." And then and there, they would share a supernova of a kiss, a massive bunch of atoms and neurons and synapses exploding like a thousand cannons and the banging of a million drums; rocking the shift of the Earth with every graze of their lips, and every stroke of their tongues.
And as she clicked the inbox notification and read the message
"Anonymous asked: I'm not a sir! Haha, no no! My name is Rachel, but I'm still nervous to give you my url; I don't feel worthy in the eyes of such a glorious blog!"
Quinn felt that the Earth was finally tilted on it's axis to the correct degree, and that maybe, just maybe, all of her daydreams would come true.
A/N: This wasn't exactly what I expected to come of this chapter, but I thought I should leave it off here because it just seemed to fit. Next chapter I plan to add more talking just between the two - Charlie and Anon or Charlie and Rach - in a more instant messaging type style. I hope you liked this chapter even though it was a bit short. Please review if you're able! Thank you so much for reading!