Sorry, sorry, sorry... I finally am able to write again now :) and i promise the next chapter is going to be long, but i hope you like this one.
I don't own glee.
"Me? I didn't do anything! You were here you saw it." She shouts angrily.
"You didn't have to provoke her."
"In case you didn't notice Kurt, I do that all the time." She takes her purse and Rachel's and walks toward the door, Kurt following behind. "Anyway that wasn't the reason she was mad though... It had to be something else."
Kurt averts his eyes guiltily.
"Kurt?" She questions him with narrowed eyes.
"I may have put fuel on the fire when I said Rachel wouldn't be opposite to a little bit of experimenting and that you can be very persuasive."
"You think I can be very persuasive?" Santana arches her brow seductively as she gets closer to him.
"Back off." He pulls away terrified.
"Just kidding Lady Hummel, I know you're not actually a Lady." She smirks. "Although sometimes you do seem like one." She says playfully.
"I take offense in that."
"Well I take offense on the fact you turned my best friend against me."
"Oh come on, don't play the "I'm the victim card" You were hitting on Rachel, we both knew that."
"So what? I'm Santana Lopez. I'm a badass lady killer."
He looks over her shoulder and opens his eyes widely for good measure.
"Brittany?!" He pretends he is surprised as Santana turns around in one motion. He bursts into giggles, Santana furiously looking at him.
"Okay, sorry that was mean, Miss Badass Lopez.", He composes himself.
"Whatever, let's go find those two."
She walks away as Kurt can't contain his grin.
"Quinn!"
In reality she knows she would never get used to this sight, regardless of the circumstances. But ever since she came to the conclusion that she was in love with Rachel, she had started learning how to be around the brunette without making a fool of herself.
Senior year was all about that, how to be around Rachel keeping herself indifferent to her most basic instincts that were always craving for the brunette. Some days were more difficult than others, like Rachel hugging her on the wedding day; pulling away from that hug was more difficult than surviving the car accident.
Now here she is completely mesmerized by the sight in front of her. That's what she gets for staying away so long. Quinn thinks as her legs starts to pulling her closer to Rachel without her permission.
"Hi." Rachel says with a sheepish smile plastered on her face.
"I didn't know you were going to perform tonight." The taller girl states, eyes everywhere but on Rachel. Why does she have to be this freaking beautiful? She sighs, looking up, silently praying for help.
"Yeah… it was Santana's idea actually. It's a thing between us, an agreement we have. We made a deal after the fight. It's about stepping out of our comfort zone." Rachel smiles happily.
"Okay." Quinn says with a hint of melancholia in her tone.
"It was something very out of the blue but I could…" Rachel says and then pauses. "I could have called you, but I didn't know you would be willing to come here."
"Why wouldn't I?"
Rachel can't control herself, she laughs, she is not resentful or anything, it's just that is still hard for her to think that they are friends now.
"What is so funny?" Quinn asks as she frowns slightly.
"I haven't seen you in ages. I don't know anything about your life. I think you know why I would think that you wouldn't be interested in coming here."
She crosses her arms as if she trying to protect herself. When she is this close to Quinn she always feels a little vulnerable and insecure, but at the same time the blonde's presence was something she was always seeking for.
"You don't seem to be interested in coming to visit me. What have you done with that metro pass I gave you?"
Her heart skips a beat as she remembers. She can't tell the truth, what she should say? I used that metro pass, but I saw you kissing that stupid guy and ran away. No, she cannot say that, instead, Rachel blushes and drops her eyes.
"I was going to, but I thought you wouldn't- I don't know... Might not be available?"
"That's a lame excuse. What did you want Rachel? A formal invitation? I bought us those metro passes!" She raises her voice a little as she gets a little frustrated.
"I know, but…"
"But what? I thought you said we were friends."
"I know!" Rachel throws her hands in the air. "It's…" she exhales soundly. "Look, I might become a freaking tony winner and you'll still be…" She gestures toward Quinn.
"What?" The blonde asks curiously.
"Quinn Fabray." Rachel shrugs.
"That's a good thing. Since I'm Quinn Fabray." She smiles at the other girl as the tension that was surrounding them moments ago dissipates in a heartbeat.
"The pretty blonde cheerleader." Rachel completes.
"Oh…" Quinn sighs heavily. "I changed…" She says with a barely there voice.
"No, you don't get it. I know you changed. I was there seeing it happening. I told you at our prom, you are ... Oh forget it, I'm an idiot." She looks away.
"Let's do something from now on. Let's not assume anything and please any time you feel like visiting me, just do it."
"Okay." Rachel nods.
"Here they are!" Kurt says happily as he and Santana approach the pair.
"So, who is hungry?" Santana asks wrapping an arm around Rachel shoulders. "I say cheeseburgers "
"Rachel doesn't eat meat." Quinn says bitterly.
"I'll let her eat my fries." Santana turns to Rachel. "How good is that?"
"Spectacular." Rachel rolls her eyes.
"See?"
"Okay…" Kurt glares at his Latina friend and gets close to Quinn. "Let's go then, I am hungry too." He whispers in the blonde's ear. "Don't bother with her. She is doing it on purpose."
"I know."
Once they are settled on the restaurant Santana takes Quinn by the arm and asks her to follow her to the restrooms.
"Where are you guys going? Please don't tell me you guys are going to fight again? I still want an explanation for that by the way." Rachel asks concerned.
"We are not going to fight. Come on Quinn."
The blonde reluctantly follows her friend.
"What was that all about?" Santana asks as soon as they enter the bathroom.
"Old habits die hard? Instincts?"
"Bitchness?"
"Whatever." The blonde shrugs.
"Okay, the fight, no big deal. I mean… it's us." She pauses and breaths. "Moving on; I'm a bitch I know. Sometimes I'm difficult. But I'm hurt."
Quinn crosses her arms and leans her body on the sink. She knows what Santana is about to say.
"Why have you never told me? Okay, yeah I would probably tease you endless, but this is huge Quinn. So, I'm giving you the opportunity now, before I assume anything based on Kurt's theory." She looks at her friend seriously. Quinn knows Kurt's theory very well.
"Tell me."
"Remember when I came up with the manhands nick name?" Santana nods. "That was the first time I thought about her in a sexual way."
"You mean?"
"Exactly what you're thinking. I wanted to make her shut her mouth. Only I wanted to do that with my mouth."
"Wanky."
Quinn smiles slightly embarrassed.
"Remember when I told you guys about Yale?" Once again, Santana nods."Rachel told me Finn had proposed. That was the day I realized I was completely in love with her and she was never going to be mine."
The brunette remains silent, eyebrows furrowed as she is in deep concentration.
"Wow." She finally says.
"Yeah."
"Wait. When we… you know ...You were thinking about her weren't you?"
"No." She bites her lips nervously.
"Maybe? I mean… not the whole time."
"Okay. So, we're cool?"
"I guess. Sorry about that. I mean it's not ... I'm… I'm not her..."
"Girlfriend?"
"Yeah."
"Do you want to be?"
"Yeah but..." She whines, glazed eyes that aren't focusing on anything.
"But?"
"Nothing, I still want her, more than anything I've ever wanted."
"So?"
"It's complicated."
"No it's not. If you want her go for it."
"What if she doesn't want me back? It was easy before because I knew he was..." She stops mid sentence.
"Was going to be there."
The blonde nods.
"Between me and what I wanted."
"It's not your fault."
"Kurt told me the same."
"Because it's true."
"Yeah… well, it still hurts anyway." She wipes her tears.
"Hey." Santana gets close and hugs the blonde.
"Yeah, I'm emotional today it's Kurt's fault."
"Don't get used to this...Us hugging is freaking weird."
Quinn giggles loosely as they were still embraced.
"Guys?" Rachel gets inside unsure of what she is going to find. "Oh." She breathes a sigh of relief. "I was worried. Though I don't know." She frowns. "I think I'm even more concerned now. Are you guys okay?" She teases.
"Yeah." Quinn answers right away.
"Come on. Dani wants to meet Quinn." Rachel beams excitedly.
"So I'm finally going to meet your girlfriend?"
"Not my girlfriend. We are on a break." She says matter of fact.
"Okay then. My loyalty is with Britt anyway." Quinn teases her friend as she winks playfully at Rachel.
They get back to their table where Kurt is talking to Dani.
"I'm hungry." Santana states demandly.
"Okay Ma'am." Dani says playfully to Santana stopping in her tracks when she notices Quinn for the first time.
Despite that annoying feeling in her guts, the one she recognizes very well as she knows she is a very jealous person - or is just Quinn who brings up this side of her? After all, all the times she felt it Quinn was involved in some way – she can relate with what Dani is feeling now. She felt it. The first time she laid her eyes on Quinn Fabray.
"Wow! You must be Quinn? Right?" She offers her hand to the other blonde.
"Yes I am." Quinn shakes their now joined hands.
"I mean, they kept saying you were the Yale friend and I wasn't expecting, you... I mean you're just..."
Quinn arches her brow and Rachel recognizes that expression pretty well.
Oh poor Dani you're making a fool of yourself.
The future Broadway star thinks with a smirk on her face. She almost felt sorry for the girl...Almost!
"Although I get what you're saying Dani and Quinn is...Stunningly beautiful, but you have to know that she is so much more than that." Rachel emphasizes and Quinn looks over her shoulder, smiling sweetly at the shorter girl.
"I'm hungry." Rachel says effectively changing the topic of the conversation.
Kurt stares at Quinn with a glimpse of a smirk on the corner of his lips. She shakes her head amused as they sit and start talking about the events of the night.
"I suppose that now that you guys are okay, you'd like to sleep with Santana, right?" Rachel says matter of fact, as if deep down she isn't wishing that Quinn chooses her.
"No way. I'm not sharing my bed with anyone. Except if there will be some sex involved." She looks inquiring at Quinn.
"Yeah sure." Quinn disdain.
"No sex, no bed." Santana teases.
"I'll be happy on the floor."
"You mean my bed Quinn. I would never let you sleep on the floor. I just said that because I thought you would be more comfortable with her as you guys were used to it...I mean with being on the cheerios together and cheer camp and stuff but I'll be more than happy to have you in my bed." She shakes her head. "I mean… I'd be happy if you slept with me. No! uh… you know." She huffs frustrated with herself and slightly embarrassed.
"Jeez! It's just sleeping Rachel. You guys are not going to fuck or anything." Santana steps in and of course she makes Rachel blush.
"Thank you for escalating the situation Santana." Quinn says sarcastically.
"I was just trying to help." She raises her hands in surrender though Quinn was pretty sure she was smirking.
After she prepared to sleep, Quinn finds herself laying on Rachel's bed and her mind goes into overdrive.
Just calm down… You'll be okay...You're just going to be in the same bed as Rachel...No big deal Fucking Santana!
Quinn's thoughts are interrupted as she sees Rachel walking toward the bed.
Where are the juvenile pajamas when you need them?
Hello Rachel's legs or shall I say my greatest temptation? Wow okay get a grip Fabray!
Rachel gets settled on the bed and is now leaning on her elbow facing Quinn.
"Do I have a contagious disease or something?"
"Wha...What?" Quinn looks at her but she keeps her body still.
"You're acting like a mummy. All motionless and straight. Do you sleep like that?"
Even though she is surprised Quinn can see that Rachel is only teasing her as she is smiling happily.
"What if I do?"
"Well, that's most likely to be the case. You are always so controlled all the time like a statue. A Greek statue."
"You mean I'm not human? Thanks." She turns to face Rachel more appropriately now.
"You know that Greek statues are representations of goddesses right?"
"So, now I'm a goddess? I'm still not human…"
She pouts playfully and Rachel giggles.
"Sometimes I doubt that." She says with her big smile plastered on her face.
"I suppose it's because I was a bitch in the past."
"No…" She lifts her hand and tugs the blonde's hair behind Quinn's ear.
"It's because you're inhumanly beautiful."
They lock their eyes and remain silent for what seems to be an eternity.
"What am I saying? I think I'm sleepy." She says and forces a laugh.
"Yeah, I bet you're tired."
"Good night."
"Good night." Quinn gets back to her previously position.
"See? You're doing it again."
"What?"
"Are you not comfortable? Is it the mattress?"
"No, I'm okay really."
"I see... I know what's your problem."
"Uh…"
Oh God! She figured it out? How? Calm down Fabray… It's impossible.
Quinn panics.
"You're ticklish."
"Huh?" The blonde breathes a sigh of relief.
"That's why you're always so rigid. You're protecting yourself."
Quinn bursts out into laugh.
"Oh my God! What? Where did you get this theory?"
"My daddy." Rachel says smiling from ear to ear.
"That's Hiram right?"
"You remember?"
"Of course."
" He is right by the way."
"What you mean?" Quinn asks naively failing to see Rachel's smirk.
Without warning Rachel starts tickling Quinn in which she immediately tries to avoid the brunette's assaults.
"Okay, okay, okay, you won I am ticklish, now please stop!"
Rachel keeps her assaults laughing loosely as she gets almost on top of the blonde.
"Rachel I'm serious. I get out of control." She holds both Rachel's hands."I almost broke Puck's nose once."
"Oh no." Rachel stops and places her hand on her nose.
"Not my nose."
"Wise decision." Quinn says smiling. "What about you?"
"What about me?"
"Are you ticklish?" This time is Quinn turn to attack Rachel.
Sometime in the middle of their silly fight Rachel's shirt lifts a little and when Quinn is about to start another round of tickles on Rachel's ribs she sees it...
Rachel's tattoo.
"You got a tattoo?" Rachel stops laughing and pulls her shirt down.
"Yeah, they don't know." She says in a low voice and Quinn nods ever so slightly.
"Let's go to sleep okay?" She says and this time Rachel nods.
"Good night Quinn."
"Good night Rachel."
She wasn't jealous or anything. How can she be? It was a good reminder actually. He is always going to be there, between her and what she wants the most.
The next one will be longer ok?
next: Dani has a big mouth, stupid boyfriend happened for reason and the "right" version of Quick :)