Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or its characters.
A/N: Currently unbetaed, all mistakes are mine.
Rachel stared at her computer screen blankly, reading over and over the last bit of her conversation with Charlie.
"I have something very, very important to do."
"Wait!"
"Charlie has left the room…"
"What the fuck just happened?"
"What the hell does she mean she knows who I like?"
"This can't be happening, it's impossible."
"This has to be a joke."
"Some terrible, creepy, horrible joke."
"How can she let me say all that stuff, and then she just runs off?"
"How can she say she knows Quinn, and then run off?!"
"What the HELL is going on?!"
The brunette continued on with similar thoughts for ten minutes, mulling over all the possibilities and the absolute insanity that had instantly entered her life - that was, until her doorbell rang. She really couldn't keep her groan of anguish from escaping her lips as she begrudgingly rose from her bed and trudged towards the door.
"Of course someone wants to talk right now."
"Pray it's just a package being delivered"
"With my luck?"
She rested her head against the front door and took a deep breath, "Who's there?"
"Rachel? It's me. Please open the door."
Rachel pushed back tears, she was just so confused. Her shaking hands slowly unlocked the door and turned the knob. She opened the door and took in the breath-taking sight of one Quinn Fabray. They stared at each other for a few moments, only the sound of their shallow breaths filling the air.
"Hi," breathed Quinn quietly, her hazel eyes scanned over Rachel's face; and Rachel's eyes remained staring at Quinn's wandering eyes, wondering what the blonde was doing here and what the hell was going on in her life.
"Hi," the brunette breathed back.
What happened next was a flurry of motion; Quinn had stepped through the space between them and brought Rachel's lips crashing against her own. Pale hands cupped tan cheeks, and pink lips moulded and pressed together in harmonious synchronization. Rachel couldn't quite comprehend what was happening, but hell if she cared. All she knew was that Quinn's lips were on hers, something she thought she would only be dreaming off for months to come, and that she didn't want the kiss to stop.
Rachel's arms wrapped around Quinn's neck, her fingers tangling in the soft, shaggy locks. Her lips moved delicately against Quinn's as their kiss softened. Quinn's slender fingers trailed down Rachel's cheek, jaw, and down her neck softly, as if she was trying to memorize every curve of Rachel's figure.
After what seemed like forever, they pulled apart reluctantly. Together, their foreheads rested against one another, panting to get whatever oxygen they could back into their body. Their eyes were closed, one pair of their hands intertwined, Rachel's other hand stroking Quinn's hair, and Quinn's other hand stroking the soft skin in the crook of Rachel's neck.
"That's what I had to do," Quinn whispered quietly against Rachel's lips.
Rachel's foggy mind became even more confused, and she whispered back, "What?"
In the softest voice Rachel had ever heard Quinn use, trembling, forced words tumbled from the blondes lips, "That was the very, very important thing I had to do."
Slowly, Rachel's eyes opened as the realization flooded over her. She saw that Quinn's brow was furrowed in deep concentration to keep herself from crying. Her heart broke at the sight, but her anger overwhelmed all else.
Suddenly, everything made sense. Now she knew why Quinn reminded her of Charlie and vise-versa; she knew why Quinn's handwriting had seemed familiar because Charlie had posted a drawing with her handwriting on it on her blog; she knew why she felt a connection with Charlie because she had always had a connection with Quinn; she knew why she adored Charlie's writing because just the same, she adored Quinn's; she knew why she was falling for both because they were the same damn person.
Rachel stepped back as if she had been touched by fire, "Charlie?"
Quinn stepped forward and Rachel stepped back. Rachel internally cringed when the blonde bit back a sob, "Yes.. I'm Charlie."
"I don't… I don't understand, Quinn." Rachel's eyes began to water and she looked up towards the top of the porch trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall.
"Why would you do this, Quinn? Why the hell would you do this to me? Why would you let me fall in love with a person that isn't even real, and lead me on when you knew exactly how I felt for her? …felt for you…? And your "one"? What about her? What happened to her, huh? I lied, Quinn! I lied, I read your poems about a girl, so I know that there is a girl out there that you're in love with, but here you are kissing me just because I let my feelings out to you? Is that it? Is it that you feel so unloved that hearing me confess my feelings for you just drove you to fall in love with me in an instant? Honestly, Quinn," She met Quinn's confused and crying eyes, "I have no idea what's going on. What the fuck do you mean you're Charlie? What does that even mean? How can you be two people, Quinn, tell me, please! I'm so confused! I've been confused for so long now! I knew there was something odd happening, I knew it!"
Quinn reached out to Rachel and Rachel jerked back, "Don't you lay a hand on me, Quinn. Not right now."
It was as if the floodgates had been opened because Quinn's final resolve had broken, and the tears cascaded down Quinn's reddened cheeks. Sobs racked the girls body, and while Rachel wanted to reach out and help the girl, she just couldn't. Not now. Not with all the confusion filling her brain, not without knowing what was going on.
"P-Please, R-Rachel, give me a-a chance to e-explain," Quinn croaked out painfully. Her entire body was shaking, and she appeared as if she would soon collapse to her knees.
The pain of watching Quinn breakdown was almost unbearable, but she had to know; she had to know everything, "You have five minutes to explain everything. I can't handle this. This is it, Quinn. Five minutes."
Heartbreakingly, Quinn drew in an agonizingly deep breath and wiped as many of her still-falling tears from her face as possible.
The blonde drew up her right hand and spoke shakily, "I promise to say the whole truth only or so help me god."
Rachel hated herself for being charmed at the motion.
Quinn put her hand down and talked at a fast pace, "okay, so here it is. I really, really like you Rachel. I always have," begrudgedly Rachel's heart soared, "even when I was a total bitch to you, I loved you. I know I had a stupid way of showing it. But that was mostly because I was terrified.
"Somewhere along the line I became Charlie, and when I say I became Charlie, I mean that I used her as an alter ego to escape my crumbling life. Charlie was my happy side, my creative, adventurous side that wasn't riddled with drama or terrified to be who she was. Just a few mere weeks ago, I created a blog. It was my escape. A place where I could express myself as Charlie.
"And then, somehow, you found it, and I swear to my God Almighty, that I have no idea how you managed that. I was actually upset when I realized you were following me, but then realized that I needed my one," Rachel's breath caught in her throat "one?", "to have me as all of me and not just quinn or Charlie. I needed time to become whole. Also, as you know, I didn't believe I actually had a chance with you, but thankfully you convinced me otherwise.
"I know I should have told you sooner, and I know I shouldn't have talked to you as Charlie and pretended I didn't know who Quinn was, but please, I'm begging you to forgive me. I was still scared. I wanted to get to know you better, and wanted to get closer to you. I wanted everything to play out perfectly, but then you told me how you felt and I knew I couldn't wait any longer because at that moment I wasn't Quinn or Charlie, I was just me. I was whole. Pieced back together by your words.
"The thing is, Rachel, is that you are my one. You always have been. There is no other girl. No other anyone. There never has been. Those poems were about you. I didn't want you to find out my feelings through a piece of writing and not through me, and that's why I got a tad bit defensive last night. I wasn't upset with you, I was upset with myself for being so careless; You found out I loved a girl, but it wasn't through me telling you personally. I wanted everything to be perfect. I wanted my love for you to grow into something perfect. I couldn't be perfect for you, what you deserve, while being two parts of a whole. I couldn't tell you until I was strong enough. Until I knew for a fact that I could even begin to be all that you deserve."
Quinn emphasized her point by stepping forward and grabbing Rachel's hand. Rachel didn't have the strength to step away because here was Quinn Fabray - head bitch in charge; ice queen; I-don't-like-telling-anyone-anything-about-myself - pouring out her heart to Rachel on the brunettes front porch. Rachel was flying and falling at the same time. She had no idea what to think. She was furious that Quinn had withheld such pertinent information from her for so long, especially when the blonde knew how Rachel felt about Charlie, and how Charlie/Quinn felt about her. It was as if the blonde had been leading Rachel on. If she was Charlie's one, and Charlie was Quinn, why hadn't Quinn just told Rachel that? She didn't understand Quinn's explanation.
Yet, the brunette was also elated. The two girls she was falling (had fallen?) for were the same person. She didn't have to choose between them because there was no one to choose between. Both of her dream girls were actually just her one and only dream girl. Along with that, she was Quinn's dream girl. She was the one. The one that constantly filled her mind, wanting to know more about her. She felt a connection to Charlie and the one because she was the one and Charlie was Quinn. Her mind could barely keep up with everything, but one word kept ringing through her mind in Quinn's desperate, pleading voice, "love."
Rachel's breath was caught in her throat and tears were gathering for a countless time in her brown eyes.
"She loves me…"
"She lied to you, Rachel."
"I lied to her too."
"Not on the same scale! Her lie was huge! She let you fall for someone that doesn't exist!"
"But she does exist. Charlie exists because Charlie is Quinn. Quinn is everything. Quinn is all I've ever wanted. Even when times were rough between us, something was always there. Always. Quinn didn't realize. She just wanted it all to work out. For it all to be perfect."
"She shouldn't have led you on."
"She was doing what she thought was best."
"What she did was wrong."
"Yes, it was, but it doesn't mean that I don't love her just the same."
A/N: Ahhhhhhhhhh! I had so much fun writing this bit! I apologize for any incorrect spellings or grammatical errors. Some of this was written from my phone, so I might have not realized I made a mistake while typing. If I notice anything, I promise to fix it as soon as possible. Anywho, I hope you liked this chapter; we're nearing the end after just about a month of writing. I've had a blast writing it, and I have a few more stories planned. If you're able I'd really appreciate a review. Thank you for reading!