I honestly wasn't planning on continuing this. It just sort of…happened.
"Hey Quinn," Rachel replied softly, looking down at the blonde.
"What's wrong?" Quinn asked, her face screwing up in concern.
Rachel held back something that was half of a laugh and half of a sob. There was Quinn, strapped up to a machine that was basically breathing for her, bruises and cuts littering her skin, and she was worried about Rachel.
The brunette sighed roughly, tears filling her eyes. "I can't marry Finn."
Quinn's face broke into a wide smile, and instead of being angry like she should have, Rachel felt herself smiling a little as well.
"You knew that though," she added softly.
Quinn nodded. "I did."
"I'm starting to suspect that you also know why."
Quinn nodded again. "I think I do. But it would be nice to hear you say it."
Rachel sighed, but for the first time in weeks, she smiled a real, honest smile.
"I can't marry Finn because…I like someone else."
Quinn's smile grew a little brighter. She looked like she was going to try and sit up,but winced and settled back onto her pillows.
Rachel's eyes widened with worry. "Are you alright?" she asked.
"I'm fine, fine," Quinn insisted, "keep going."
"There's someone else," Rachel said again. "Someone with londe hair, bright eyes, and amazing smile…"
"You're into Sam?" Quinn asked, the scrunch o her nose being the cutest thing Rachel had ever seen.
"Not quite," Rachel giggled. "They also wear the nicest clothes, sing the prettiest (after me of course) and they're going to be our valedictorian."
Quinn's heart skipped a beat. "Are they really?"
Rachel nodded, forcing herself not to grin stupidly. "They also got into Yale. Maybe you've met her?"
"I was horrible to you," Quinn whispered hoarsely.
"Yes, you were."
"Then how could you like me?"
Rachel smiled. "If there's one thing I've learned with Glee Club…well, other than the fact that I'm truly destined for Broadway, it's that you can't really help who you love."
"So…you love me?" Quinn asked, nervous about the answer before the question had even left her lips.
Rachel looked thoughtful, unconsciously chewing on her bottom lip. "I think so, but then, I thought I loved Finn for nearly two years. I can't…rush this Quinn."
The corner of Quinn's mouth quirked up just the slightest. "I can take it slow."
"Really?"
"I'm perfectly happy waiting for you Rachel."
Rachel grinned widely, and when she reached out to place her hand over Quinn's, the blonde's smile matched.
Yeah. Slow would work.