Quinn's Point of View
I watched as Rachel skipped on the sidewalk with my hand in hers. The smile on her face was something that should always be there. Actually, as of 2 minutes ago I made it my own personal mission to make sure that mega-watt signature Rachel Berry smile always stayed.
"I made it, Quinn!" she exclaimed happily, turning back to look at me. I couldn't help but smile at her, and when she turned around that smile just got bigger. "We made it."
There weren't really many words to say to that, because there were just too many. So I just grabbed leant forward a gave her a small peck on the lips. "That we did, baby. That we did." As soon as I pulled back a man made eye contact with me. He was wearing a 'NCHS Dad' hoodie, so I figured he must be here for a team that was competing this weekend. As he started to walk past us he made a disgusted sound.
"God's sending you all straight to Hell." And with that he was gone.
I believe it it had happened at home or some place else, Rachel would have confronted him. But this was New York, and she seemed so shocked something like that had just happened here. I wanted to comfort her, but I was too shocked and hurt myself.
That's always been my biggest thing, and the only way I don't constantly worry about it is to ignore it. I believe in God, and I love Him. I've always been confused on how He feels towards gay people, even though I saw He loves everyone, it still gets to me.
I didn't even realize that I had tears in my eyes until I felt Rachel's hands on either side of my face. Her eyes were sad, but they looked sad for me. "That man doesn't know what he was talking about, okay Quinn?" I didn't respond. "Okay?"
"Yeah. Can we just go back to the hotel Rach? We can come back tomorrow with the rest of the girls. I'm just not feeling all that well." She looked at me one more time before she nodded.
We got back to the hotel I immeditaely went to take a shower, I need time to think by myself.
What that man said..it couldn't be true right? I mean…gosh. What if it is true? God wouldn't send me to Hell just because I like girls right?
I got flustered and my head started to hurt. I punched the shower wall a little harder then I meant to and in a matter of seconds Rachel's timid voice was coming through the door. "Quinn…are you okay?"
Gosh. Rachel's just so…sweet. And amazing, and gosh I have feelings for her.
"Quinn?" She asked, this time poking her head through the door. I poked mine out of the shower curtain and when I saw her face there was just shear, heart wrenching worry. There's no way God could send me to Hell for liking this girl. He couldn't send anyone to Hell for liking this girl.
"Yeah. Yeah, babe I'm fine. Just dropped the shampoo bottle is all." I smiled and she smiled back, making her way to close the door. "Rach?" I called out. She popped her head back in. "Could you come here?"
She walked over to where I had my head poked out. "What is it?"
"I just wanted a kiss was all." She searched my eyes and grabbed the sides of my face. Next thing I know I was granting her access before she even asked. It was a heated kiss, but it wasn't sexual. It was like she was trying to convey something to me. She pulled away and looked me in the eyes again.
My mouth was hanging open and my head was…so full, but oddly clear. And she was gone just as fast as she had came. When the door clicked shut I snapped back to reality.
God couldn't send me to Hell for this could He?
Rachel's Point of View
I tried to convey everything I felt to Quinn with that kiss. How I felt, and hopefully how God felt. There was no way anybody could hate her. This beautiful, beautiful perfect girl. She was slowly becoming everything to me and I know for a fact that there's nothing evil about how I feel towards her and how she's acting like she feels towards me.
I walked back into the bedroom and flopped down on the sofa. Santana and Brittany were cuddling on the bed watching some random show on DIY. The latina was the first one to notice something was off.
"Hey Berry." She called out from under Brittany's arm. When I didn't respond she got a little more serious. "Rach…what is it?"
I looked over at her and just sighed. "Quinn and I were out walking today holding hands and some bigot made a remark and it really got to her. I don't think she would've cared if it was just some stupid gay-is-disgusting bash, but this one had to deal with religion and it just really messed with her. She hasn't talked to me about it yet, but I mean…there's no way God could hate her. There's just no way Santana."
She seemed to be pondering for a second. "Shit…that really had to put her in a funk." I glared at her a little bit, because I mean, state the obvious much? But after a few seconds I just let my head hit the arm rest again in defeat. "What are you gonna do, Rachel?"
"I guess just convey to her how much there's no way that anyone could hate her. But other than that I'll have to let her work through this in her own head. You know Quinn. No matter what anyone tells her, she's gonna have to believe it and find it herself. I just…hope she doesn't end up believing what that man said today."
"What'd he say?" Brittany asked, curious.
"God is sending you all straight to Hell." I said in my best mock-bigot voice.
"In New York?" Santana asked incredulous.
"No, Santana. Quinn and I flew to Alabama and back today." She gave me credit for that one and when I looked over at the tall blonde she seemed like she was thinking.
"I wonder if he's here for the competition."
"I think so, Brittany. He was wearing a 'NCHS Dad' hoodie. I wonder which team that is."
"I hope we kick their asses." The latina added. We all looked between each other and silently agreed. I smirked to myself a little, knowing my plans.
Quinn's Point of View
I was now wrapped in a towel sitting on the toilet seat. I was using Google on my phone to do some research. I was looking up things on how God viewed homosexuality and came across many different things. But the one that I was more interested in was titled 'Arsenokoitais.' As I looked more into it, it was talking about how there were many different translations and how the original word that was just assumed to be homosexuality probably didn't even mean that.
A certain paragraph stood out more than others:
"The Greek compound term arseno-koitais literally means 'the male who has many beds'. The word arsen means 'male', the adjective o means 'the', and the term koitais is defined as 'many beds'. Thus, the entire phrase means a male with multiple bed-partners; a promiscuous man. Everywhere that the word koitais is used in the plural in the Bible denotes promiscuity. However, when the same word is used in the singular form, the Bible gives approval because the singular denotes monogamy."
Well that's…just even more proof that there's no way I could get sent to hell for the way I feel towards Rachel.
I felt a sense of relief wash over me as I walked out into the bedroom, really wanting to see Rach and even more- wanting to apologize for my little episode earlier. I didn't even ask her how she felt about what had happened.
Everyone seemed to be in a state of seriousness. "Um…do you guys need some Xanax or something?" That snapped everybody to attention and when I looked at Rachel she was looking me up from head to toe and blushing. I looked down and realized I was still in a towel. "Oh…crap." I said walking back towards the bathroom. I threw on sweats and a sports bra and walked back out with my t shirt in hand.
"Sorry about that, I guess I was subconsciously wanting to not sport clothes tonight." They were all looking at each other semi confused. "Um…anyways. Rach, can I talk to you for a minute?"
Rachel looked worried, but she nodded. I started walking towards the door but Santana stopped me. "You guys can talk in here. Brittany and I need to take a shower anways." She said, going to get the stuff they had already laid out.
"Wait…together?" I asked as realization hit me. Santana just smirked, and I closed my eyes. Shaking the images from my head. "Nevermind…just…go." And with that I heard the bathroom door click, the water turn on, Brittany giggle, and the Latina shush her.
I looked over at Rach semi incredulously. She looked at me shell shocked. And then we both just burst out into giggles.
"Oh my gosh." Rachel breathed out.
"I can't even…"I trailed off in laughter. After we sobered up a bit I went to sit beside her on the couch. "Rachel…I'm sorry that I was such a sad sack today. That and the fact that I didn't even ask how what happened effected you…are you okay?"
"Yes. I'm fine. Honestly I'm just worried about you. Are youokay?"
"Rachel. I don't know if you've met you, but you're amazing. You're just about everything good, and there's no way the God I love would send me to Hell for having feelings towards you. No way at all." She had tears forming in her eyes so I decided to go ahead and go through with what I'd been hesitant to ask. "I didn't want to ask you this…cause I didn't know where we stood or how you viewed us. But my feelings keep getting stronger, so I have to ask…would you be my girlfriend Rach?"
She threw me into a hug and tackled me back into the couch. "Of course I will Quinn Fabray. Now…remember how I told you we wouldn't have to worry about Finn?" I nodded. "I got Schuster's approval back at home and guess who's doing the lead duet with me tomorrow?"
"The love song we all wrote?" This time she nodded her own confirmation. "Um…I don't know, but as long as it's not Finn I'm happy."
She just smiled at me and built the suspense. "You! You're doing it with me. No one is gonna suspect us because to the glee club we're still 'best friends' so I don't want you to have to worry about that. But I pitched the idea of how times are changing and how this will make a huge statement for where our society is now and will be. He totally went for it!"
I couldn't contain my smile, she was right. Everyone just thinks we're best friends, and best friends are super comfortable with each other- so 1: no one will suspect (not that I'm ashamed of Rachel at all, but being out is a huge step) and 2: now I won't have to worry about Finn being all weird with Rachel. And wait, there's a third:
Now I get to sing the lead duet with my girlfriend.
Rachel's Point of View
Not 10 minutes later we got the call that Finn just found out he didn't get to sing in the duet and he was pissed.
Well, pissed was an understatement. He was currently throwing threats around about not competing and quitting glee. Schuster was trying to get him to calm down and stay along with a little help from Mike, but everybody else was clearly just getting tired of his shit.
"I should've never have joined this stupid club anyways!" Finn yelled, throwing his hands up in the air. His face was red and he was spitting everywhere with every word.
"Really Finn? Is that true? You know what, if we're that stupid and you hate the club that much why don't you just not perform with us tonight?" Brittany said from her place under the window. She got up and made her way to leave. Santana just shook her head at Finn and followed her out. Next was Artie, looking at Finn once before rolling out. Then one by one the rest of the group started filing out into the hallway and into one of the rooms I assume.
When Kurt stood up to leave Finn grabbed his arm. "Kurt. You're my brother, aren't you on my side?"
"No." Kurt stood his ground. "For one you're blowing this way out of proportion. And also, Quinn and Rachel could make a difference tonight. And even if they don't- they're making a statement Finn. One that obviously hits close to home for me. We're not at fault here Finn. If you were truly a part of this team- you'd see that, suck it up, buck up, and get out there and perform with us tonight. But if you can't do that then fine. So be it. Our team has dealt with losses before, and as a familywe can do it again." Kurt looked around to the remaining people and just nodded.
"I'm afraid Kurt's right Finn." Mr. Schue stepped in. He patted him once on the shoulder and left with Mike. It was now just Quinn, Finn, and me. I looked towards Quinn and we both starting making our way out at the same time.
"You realize how dumb this is right? We're gonna lose." Finn called towards us. This kind of withdrew my vow of silence I had made with myself in this situation.
"I'm not going to even dabble into what I think you're implying Finn. But if we dolose? At least we'll be a united family, having fun, and standing for something we believe in in the process. You might not get that- but that means something to us. Honestly, I could say more, but for once- I'm done. This is just wearing thin Finn." And with that I walked out of the hotel room with Quinn in tow.
"Rachel wait!" I heard Finn yell.
"What, Finn?" I asked mildly exasperated. And all I saw was him lean forward.
I was prepared to push him away, and get his grimy lips away from mine. But what I was met with weren't his lips. They were softer, gentler, more familiar. They were Quinn's.
"What the fuck?" the statement from Finn registered in the background somewhere. I also heard a "hot" from Puck, and Santana and Brittany start to snicker. I think I heard one or two "I knew it!"s, but other than that it was just silence.
Or maybe not, I don't know. I was so lost in this kiss that I didn't really care at the moment. When Quinn pulled away she kept her eyes closed.
"Finn was about to kiss you and I just…"
"Quinn, baby no. It's ok, you don't have to explain to me. It's fine."
We looked each other in the eyes for awhile and turned to face the crowd together. Some of them had their mouths hanging open, others were just bug eyed. Well, all besides Britt and San. They were still hunkered over each other laughing. Tina was the first to speak.
"I knew something was up between you guys. I'm totally happy for you though. You guys are cute." Mike just nodded his approval and smiled.
"Holy shit." I mumbled to just Quinn.
"Yeah…" Quinn breathed.
Then all I heard was Kurt squeal and the rest of the group went up in an eruption. Laughter, clapping, and praise. All for us.
'Are you okay with this?' I mouthed to Quinn. She nodded and smiled. We both took a deep breath and then joined in with one conjoined squeal and let the group engulf us in a hug.
"But guys, guys. Take it down for a second. This has to stay between the group okay? Rach and I hadn't even talked about you guys knowing let alone the whole school knowing. So, just do this for us? For now? Please?" Quinn asked. Everyone just smiled, and either voiced or nodded their confirmation.
Everything was pretty peaceful and kind of just felt right.
But then we heard the loud slam of a door and Finn had disappeared back into the hotel room.
Alright, so here it is finally. Sorry if it flows a little funny, I wrote on various different occasions.