10. You And I
Message From: Rachel
Door is open.
The brass handle turned slowly within her grasp. She turned closing the door behind her and took a sharp breath as hands covered her eyes from behind.
'Close your eyes…' A voice whispered just by her ear, warm breath tickling her skin. She obeyed the instruction. 'Keep them closed and turn around.' The voice cooed as the hands were lifted away from her face. 'Don't open until I say…'
She felt her book bag being lifted off her shoulder as her back hit the door. She felt hot breath skate over her lips, making them twitch. She heard a light clatter which she guessed would be her book bag being discarded onto the floor. A few seconds later she heard the voice.
'Open your eyes…'
She looked slightly down and found Rachel standing there in just a black lacy bra, and matching French panties, hands on hips. She walked forward into the centre of the room and lightly put her hands on the smaller girl's hips, moving her mouth down. She felt a pair of hands over hers; moving her hands away and she looked into the other girl's eyes. She smiled a cheeky grin and wagged a finger and the taller girl got the message. The siren took a hold of the front of the blonde's shirt and guided them both over to the opposite wall. The blonde put her hands either side of the siren's head against the wall behind them. She leaned down and took the plump lips against her own. A hand reached out and began to unbutton her shirt, but she took the wrist in her hand, stopping her. She pinned both of the roaming hands against the wall just above the brunette's head. She pulled away from the kiss and looked down into dark expectant eyes.
'Happy birthday baby.' Rachel breathed, her words almost inaudible.
With that, she captured the lips below hers again, but with more pressure. She brought her hips against the girl's own, pressing the siren firmly into the smooth white wall. A low shaky moan emitted from the smaller girl's mouth let her know exactly what to do next. Pulling her mouth away from her girl, she looked down between their almost fused together hips and watched her left hand disappear beneath the surface of the black lacy underwear.
At least that was what she hoped to see again.
She looked down at her phone screen and saw the message glaring back at her. 3 words, no kiss. Out of politeness, her knuckles hit the surface of the door twice, to let the siren know she'd arrived. She slipped the cell phone back into her oversized red cardigan pocket and took a deep breath as she reached out and turned the round door handle which was the same as her college dorm door handle.
Entering the room, she found Rachel sitting in the corner in her oversized brown leather chair she had in college. Her knees were brought up to near her chest with her bare feet hanging over the edge, the fingers of her left hand playing with a thick strand of that deep brown hair. She made no effort to move as the taller blonde entered her apartment. She wasn't even the first to speak.
The blonde stood, hands dug deep into jean pockets, shoulders hunched slightly forwards. Her stance indicated she felt completely out of place. The brunette just watched her, trying not to smile. She was glad she felt out of place. She was out of place.
'Nice place you got here.' The blonde opened looking around the room.
'You don't have to make pleasantries.' She stated plainly.
'Good to see you still can't take a compliment.' The blonde slightly smiled trying to break the tension she felt pressing down on them.
The brunette sighed. 'What are you doing here Quinn?'
'I'm getting my girl back.'
'I'm not your girl.'
'You'll always be my girl.' She looked straight at her.
'No I'm not. You gave up that right when you ended it with me, remember?'
Hands withdrew from her pockets, her stance straightening up. She was ready for a fight.
'I ended it because I was scared, not because I stopped loving you.'
'You hurt me, Quinn. You know you did.'
'I know I did, I know. I'll always be sorry for that. I was terrified of losing you, so I pushed you away to protect you.'
'How did that protect me? I saw you kiss her with my own eyes at that party Quinn! It wasn't just in my own head.'
'I was angry. I was lost and I didn't know what to do. I freaked out and I didn't know what to tell you. I couldn't tell you.'
'You know you could've told me anything. Anything, Quinn. You knew that from the start.'
Quinn searched for any glimmer of the old Rachel in her eyes, the one she knew before the hurricane came. A soft light illuminated the right side of her face, from the bubble lamp sitting on the small wooden table between her chair and the identical one adjacent to her. The room reminded her so much of that dorm room she once loved. The dorm room that was filled with things so perfectly Rachel. She realised she only had one option: the truth.
'I was scared. I was scared of loving you.'
A puzzled expression clouded Rachel's beautiful features. 'How does that mean you were terrified of losing me?'
'You are my best friend Rachel.' She paused. '…Were my best friend…I didn't wanna know I couldn't be your friend, that you wouldn't be in my life. I was terrified of losing you completely, so I pushed you away to save our friendship while I figured out what the hell I was doing.'
'And you figured it out inside that girl's mouth?'
She didn't quite know how to respond to that. 'I was scared of people talking. People looking. The pointing fingers. I was scared to love you.'
'Because I'm a girl?' She squeaked. 'You were scared to love me because I'm a girl? You apparently 'found yourself' in another girl's mouth. Don't you dare try to tell me you were scared to love me because I'm a girl.' She spat.
'I didn't know I was gay.'
'Uh, newsflash Quinn – if you're not gay what the hell were we doing for four years? What about Lexie? Or has she just been erased from your short memory...? Last time I checked we're pretty gay…'
'I know I am now! I didn't know anything back then. I was just a stupid girl. I thought Lexie was just gonna be another experiment... I was terrified of how you made me feel, I'd never felt like that before...'
'Because I'm a girl?' She rolled her eyes.
'I'd never felt like that about anyone before. Or since.'
'Oh how sweet. Do tell me when I'm supposed to coo and melt into your arms, wont you?' She replied sarcastically.
'And you called me a prick…' She hit back slightly under her breath.
Rachel took to her feet. Quinn knew she hated it when she'd mutter things under her breath. Quinn's dwindling fight was suddenly re-ignited seeing Rachel on her feet, approaching her.
'What did you just say?'
'I said 'and you called me a prick''
She moved closer, caught up in the fight. 'And what's that supposed to mean?'
Quinn bit back a smile. 'You know exactly what that means.'
'Get out.' She snarled, unconsciously inching slightly closer.
Quinn raised her chin a little. 'No.'
'Quinn, get out now.'
She lowered her chin slightly and realised just how close their proximity had become. The smell of the girl's Daisy perfume lingered over her and she heavily restrained a smile from escaping. She had to keep her just there as long as she could. Her lips were hovering just above the smaller girl's.
'Make me.'
Just those two words from Quinn made a familiar twinge in Rachel's abdomen. Not now. She thought. Not…
Her thoughts were interrupted by lips on hers, hands around the back of her waist. She felt familiar warmth at the same time as a wrecking ball blowing through her chest. She felt breathless, completely powerless. Searching for breath, she moaned into the taller blonde attached to her, stirring new life into both of them. Almost as if she forgot where she was, or that it was four years down the line, Rachel reached up on her tip toes and tangled her left hand in soft Timotei blonde hair pressing her mouth further into the blonde girl's. She felt hands grip her hips, pulling her in and fusing them together. She used her right hand to push off the oversized cardigan, mouths never leaving each other. She grabbed hold of the shirt in front of her and pulled her backwards.
The next time Quinn opened her eyes, she found those big brown moons above her looking down. She watched the siren remove her leather jacket, before settling back down onto her lap. Everything was the same as the same as that first time, and everything was different. Lips met lips again, mouths melted into mouths, and tongues danced with tongues. Just like before, nails found Rachel's back and she pressed down harder into Quinn's lap, rocking her hips forward. Quinn leaked a groan, vibrating against the brunette's mouth, so she repeated the action. Looking down, Quinn noticed the bottom of Rachel's white dress riding up around her toned thighs. She looked back up and those brown eyes were watching her intently. She gave her the nod, and with eyes never leaving hers, Quinn reached two trembling hands underneath Rachel's flimsy dress brushing her fingertips against her hip bones. Rachel's eyes drifted shut and she nodded once again, their lips colliding again.
As if snapping awake from a nightmare, Quinn broke her stare with the girl above her and looked across to the door.
'What the hell is going on here?' She kept her voice low, a slight tremble escaping.
Quinn looked back at the beautiful blonde masked girl propping herself on the lip of the sink. The unnamed girl looked across to the door and saw Rachel's stone cold face before looking back at Quinn. She slid off the sink and Quinn took a step back before looking across at Rachel blocking the doorway. The girl stepped towards the door, looking to escape.
'Not a chance.' Rachel growled at the mysterious masked girl.
Quinn took a step forward. Brown eyes shot to her. 'Don't you dare move.' She spoke again, this time with a sting of venom. 'Neither of you are going anywhere until someone explains what the hell I just saw.' She stated looking between both of the girls.
Quinn slid her plastic vampire teeth out of her mouth, clearing her throat. 'Peanut…'
'Don't you dare say my name.' She kept her voice low; aware she was standing in an open doorway, hearing the various hoots of encouragement coming from the keg stand occurring in the room across the narrow hallway.
Quinn sighed. 'It's all my fault. It was all me. Lily is completely innocent.'
Rachel looked at the girl, still wearing her black cat mask, guarding her eyes. 'She looks far from innocent.'
At that comment, the girl stripped her mask off her face. Seeing just how stunning the mystery blonde really was, Rachel felt a hard and devastating kick to her abdomen.
She moved inside the room, closing the door behind her, eyes never leaving the tall blonde pair.
'When…'
They both looked at her confused. She looked at Quinn, fire rippling through those deep brown eyes.
'When…' She repeated again growling.
Quinn's tongue rolled around her mouth once searching for moisture, still being able to taste the stunning blonde's mouth against her own before answering. 'About twenty minutes ago.' She answered simply.
'While I was parking…' She shook her head in stunned disbelief. Feeling tears making their way up, Rachel growled stubbornly, refusing to crack. Not now. She slid to the left side of the door leaving it exposed. She didn't even look at the other girl, but she knew what to do.
The door shut quietly behind her, leaving the siren and her murderess alone. She kept looking down at her feet; she couldn't bring herself to look into that face again. Not without cracking. She heard the blonde swallow and she looked up into her eyes. 'And when did you think about me in all this?'
Quinn simply couldn't answer. She just kept staring at the girl, hoping to find some light. She knew she'd done wrong, she did. She felt the wind beginning at her feet and she knew the hurricane had begun.
'That's right. You didn't.' She continued, weakening every time she spoke. 'Am I supposed to forgive you now because you played the heroine and took the hit instead of denying it to me?' She laughed, sickened by the thought. 'Of course you couldn't deny it to me. Not since I just saw it. If I didn't catch you both, would you tell me…?'
'Speak.' She spoke softly. She couldn't even bring herself to say her name.
'Yell.' Was all the blonde responded. Rachel gave her a puzzled look. 'Yell.' She repeated. 'Yell; cry, scream Rachel, anything!' She pleaded.
'Don't say my name. Don't you dare say my name.' She warned again.
Before she could back away, Quinn took the steps forward, closing the gap between them and seized Rachel's small wrists into her fists. She brought her into her chest and brought her lips down to beside her ear. 'I'm sorry.' Her voice began to crack. 'I should have stopped her. I'm so sorry.' Small fists began to pound her chest as she felt sobs begun to wet her tank top. 'I'm so so sorry.' She just kept repeating softly, the small balled up fists continually beating her chest, shaking her heart to its very core.
'I can't.' She whispered softly into Rachel's ear. 'I just can't do this.'
And then Rachel felt the pressure release. From around her fists but also from her chest, throat and eyes. A sick feeling finally crashed through her insides. She opened her eyes and Quinn was gone as she felt herself being swept up into the hurricane.