A/N: First things first, I have to apologise for the long wait! I'm back at college and I've had hardly any spare time but everything seems to have calmed down a bit now so I should be back to posting once a week, hopefully. Now, there was quite a few questions and what I've decided to do is reply to everyone via PM and not listing all the answers here, so anything you want to know feel free to pop it in a review or tumblr me and I'll answer as long as it doesn't spoil too much for you.
Anyway, here's the new chapter, I hope you enjoy it and It's Faberry goodness! Thank you to everyone reading this story and the people reviewing it, and adding it to their favourites and alerts, really makes my day! Special thanks to Superflyse, who without this story wouldn't nearly be as good.
Chapter Seven: Do you trust me, Rachel?
"Okay everyone, as we all know sectionals are nearly upon us and we need to prepare our set list, now we need to remember that we without Finn, we need a new male lead." Mr. Schue faced the front of the classroom full of students, his nerves were showing and it was becoming abundantly clearer every time he stepped up at the start of each Glee meeting that he didn't think they were ready for the competition.
"Puckerman should do it." Quinn voiced, the boy may act like a child at times but he was good and he'd sound well singing with Rachel and it was about time that he stepped up to show that he could be a leader. I wonder when I should tell everyone that Brittany told Sylvester out set list... Quinn pondered, trying to decide when the right moment to inform the group would be. Eventually, she chose to wait till the end to raise the matter, her eyes returning to her book in hopes that she would be able to finish the chapter she was currently reading before they were dismissed.
She wasn't so lucky.
Hazel eyes were dawn away from the novel the moment Rachel stepped up to stand next to Mr. Schuester. Quinn knew what was about to happen and yet she did nothing to stop it, as much as she wanted to protect the tiny girl from Mercedes harsh words, the blonde felt as though Rachel had learned a lesson from it last time and so held her tongue.
"I would be thrilled to contribute a ballad for my repertoire." The brunette beamed, confident that the solo would be given to her without any arguments.
"Okay, you know what miss bossy pant, enough." Mercedes was up on her feet, storming down the risers with her hands on her hips, "I've worked just as hard as you and I'm just as good as you, yet you always end up stealing the spotlight."
Mr. Schue went to intervene as the two diva's stepped into each other's personal space, but they both only held their hands up to stop him and show that they had it under control.
"Mercedes, do you honestly believe you're as strong a balladeer as I am." Rachel shook her head, amused at the thought, "Ballads are my thing, Mr. Schue."
"Rachel..." Mr. Schue touched her shoulder and guided her backwards and out of Mercedes reaching distance as she looked just about ready to lunge at Rachel, "I think you should let Mercedes give it a try."
"Oh..." Rachel paused, looking back to each of the other glee members and trying to get their opinion, but it was only when she spotted Quinn's subtle little nod that she finally agreed and motioned for Mercedes sing as she walked slowly and heavily over to her chair, obviously reluctant to give Mercedes her chance.
"And I am telling you, I'm not going."
It was safe to say that Quinn was enchanted, from the very first line. As the performers voice filled the classroom, reverberating off the walls all she could focus on was her friend. In that moment, Quinn felt a twinge of guilt for not taking this second chance to become as close to Mercedes as she was previously but she made note to try harder from now on.
"I don't wanna be free."
A wide, beaming smile broke out on the blondes face, she couldn't help it. Around the room the rest of the New Directions had similar expressions but if Quinn had to pick her favorite, then it had to be Brittany's. The dancer was sat forward in her seat, watching in amazement, her jaw slightly open and her eyes following everything that was happening before her, careful not to miss anything.
"And I am telling you!"
Matt and Mike were on their feet as the song hit its peak, most of the other's followed soon after. Behind Quinn, Kurt and Brittany were squealing and clapping their hands frantically whilst Santana was sat partly in a state of shock as Mercedes belted out the lyrics.
"Love me, love me, love me!"
As Mercedes sang the last lines of the sang, Quinn felt goosebumps ripple along her arms. She couldn't help but chance a quick look back at Rachel, hoping to see a positive reaction. Unfortunately, before she managed to turn her head around a bright blue argyle jumper passed by her side in a quick dash for the front of the room.
Why isn't she saying anything? She has to say something, this is her moment... C'mon Rachel, make me proud.
And then, as if on cue, Rachel spoke.
"It's clear the room adores you," She started slowly, taking a breath before she started again, "and I know it wouldn't be my first choice, but I can't wait to see you sing that song at Sectionals..." The brunette spoke with no sense of doubt in her tone, "You're amazing Mercedes, and you deserve this."
Although Mercedes was still in the process of gaining her breath, she managed to thank Rachel and promise to do her proud at Sectionals, resulting in an excited nod from the smaller diva as she opened her arms.
"I'm going to hug you now."
oOo
It had been a long day for Quinn, everything had seemed to be annoying her. Her hormones may have been to blame but there was many more factors to consider, so by the time the school bell rung she was wishing to be far far away from society.
Fortunately for her, this was kind of an option. Quinn had a shift at work that day and although some would see that as a bad thing, she found it to be a blessing. The book store was the blonde's private getaway from everything on her mind. It was the place where felt at home, surrounded by the novels she'd learned to escape to as a child.
Her other favorite thing about her job was that out of the student population at McKinley, only two were regular customers, in fact they were the only two customers from the school she'd dealt with so far. At first she was worried that they'd bother her, but she was happily proved wrong. Noah Puckerman came around regularly, using his visits to read comics upstairs, since Quinn had put a ban on his thievery he wasn't able to take them with him. David Karofsky was the second customer, he on the other hand would only ever stay for short amounts of time. Collecting a new book and sharing some polite small talk with her before leaving.
It was nice, she felt like she belonged here and she hadn't felt like that in a long time.
"Take a break, Quinn." Peter smiled warmly, moving to take her place behind the counter.
"Are you sure?" She asked back tiredly, there hadn't been much action in the store, only three customers that day and the quiet atmosphere was lulling her to sleep.
"Yes, go relax upstairs for a bit," He ushered her away with a caring expression, "I've got things covered down here."
"Just shout me down if you need anything." She told him, feeling guilty to be sleeping on her shift.
"Okay, I promise." The old man chuckled, he was beginning to understand that the young girl he'd hired wasn't one to give up without an argument but he'd be damned if he worked her into exhaustion.
As soon as Quinn reached the top of the staircase she walked over to the sofa, flopping onto her back. She lay there for a while, staring up at the ceiling as she allowed herself to slowly drift off. Just as her eyes fluttered shut, she lifted up her arms resting her hands against her baby bump, her thumb stroking her growing stomach.
When Quinn awoke, she found she wasn't alone in the small living area. She rubbed her eyes and brought herself out of her sleepy haze and her the weary hazel eyes landed on the tall football player sat across from her.
"You're awake." He mumbled, not bothering to look up from the book he was reading.
"Karofsky, how long have you been sat there?" She raised an eyebrow as she lifted herself into a sitting position and crossing her legs.
"Only like five minutes."
"Why didn't you wake me up?"
"Peter said not to," The jock shrugged, turning over a page and then finally lifting his eyes to meet hers, "Is-um is it okay if I stay here and read?" He asked and Quinn could hear the vulnerability in his voice.
"Sure... Is everything okay?" She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth worriedly, she knew that the boy wasn't as strong as he made out. She knew better than anyone that Karofsky used his brute force as a way of trying to hide his secret, because he's scared of what will happen if he doesn't and hopefully she'd be able to change that, but she had to make sure that she didn't push him into something before he was ready.
"Yeah I just wanted to get out of the house for a bit."
"Oh, I know how that feels."
A long silence filled the room for what felt like a minute or two, all Quinn could think about was her future relationship with her parents. She was obviously had no plans to fix things with her father but her mom was something she was unsure about, last time they'd managed to work things out but this time round Quinn planned on winning the heart of Rachel no matter what it took and she wondered how her mother would take the news.
I could lose it all over again, but it'll be worth it for her-
"You don't drive any more..." Quinn's head snapped up at the sound of Karofsky's voice that interrupted her thoughts, she went to open her mouth to answer but she couldn't find a response. The question had completely thrown her off, it wasn't the change of subject she'd been expecting and it wasn't something she'd even thought about for a while.
"...Wh-How do y-you know I don't drive it?" She stuttered, trying to cover herself but the Jock only smirked knowingly as she failed to keep her cool.
"I've seen the same red Volkswagen Bug parked in the same spot for the last few weeks, I get to school early and leave late most days for football practice, so I know you don't drive it."
"...I-um," She stopped as she saw the look he was giving her, the look that told her that she could trust him, "I have this... Recurring nightmare, I get in a c-car crash and It becomes this-like out of body experience." She takes a deep breath, as she tries to re-word the events in her head to make sure she doesn't say the wrong thing, "My car is on fire, but I can't feel anything, not the pain or even just the heat from the flames..."
Karofsky's watched Quinn suck in a shaky breath, her hands trembling.
"I... I can see my mom." Her eyes welled up, tears threatening to fall, "She's screaming and there's nothing I can do." She looked down at her feet, blinking rapidly and biting down on her lip to stop herself from crying in front of the Jock.
"That's horrible..." He said slowly and she could tell that he his walls coming down, he was trusting her more and more. I'm going to save him, I wont let him go through that again, I wont.
"A-a while back I fell asleep in class and I had the dream, I woke up and for a few moments I couldn't feel my legs." She swallowed the lump in her throat, "I couldn't get in the car after that, it's given me this phobia of driving."
The footballer frowned ever so slightly before moving to sit on the very edge of the seat, giving her a questioning look, "Why did you tell me that? You didn't need to."
"We're friends, Karofsky, and friends trust each other." She couldn't really explain why she chose then to tell him the truth but as she did, it felt as if a giant weight had been lifted from her chest.
"I didn't know, I'm sorry."
"Nobody knows, I don't want anyone to know. It seems so cowardly to be scared of dreams, you know? I don't want people to think I'm weak"
"I could-we could drive home together some days in your car if you want? That way you'll start feeling more comfortable inside, or even just round parking lot if that is all you're up for?" Karofsky suggested with a kind tone, it was then that she realized that the boy wasn't trying to set her up to get answers but to only help her.
Even though the thought of being in the car again terrified her, she knew that she needed to do it in order to let go of the past.
"That sounds good..." She hummed, getting a smile in return. She knew right that this also meant something to the football player, it was more than just being nice and offering to help her adjust but he was getting a friend in the process, someone to talk to that would listen and not judge.
There was a short awkward pause just before Karofsky started to pack up his school bag, putting his book back inside and adjusting the strap onto his shoulder. Just after he'd said his goodbye, a thought popped into the pregnant teenager's head which caused her to shout him back. The boy stopped and turned back, giving her a questioning look.
"Finn quit Glee." She blurted randomly, making the boy chuckle at the lack on information was being given.
"Why are you telling me, that club is for lose-"
"Don't." She said coldly, wiping the cocky grin from his face, "Nobody's here for you to show off to, so don't."
"Sorry." He said dejectedly, feeling guilty for shaming the club his new friend was a member of, "But what does it have to do with me?"
"Sectionals is in a couple of days and we need a twelfth member to compete."
"Aannnd?" Dragged out, still oblivious to what she was asking of him.
"I just wondered if you-maybe wanted to join?" She asked hopefully, even if it were a long shot she wanted to at least try.
"No way. I'm sorry but I can't be seen anywhere near you guys." He shook his head, taking a step back with wide eyes, just the thought of being on the stage with them terrified him. He knew that no matter how much he could try, one way or another the news would get back to everyone at McKinley and then he'd have no hope of keeping his secret safe.
"Nobody would know, Karofsky."
"I can't, Quinn." He told her strongly, "You don't understand."
"Actually I do." The look she gave him surprised the boy, he could see the fear in her eyes although he didn't know what it was, he knew that he could trust that she understood.
"I have to go..." He whispered, an apology on the tip of his tongue but he didn't stay long enough to express it. Instead he made a hasty retreat down the stairs, leaving the cheerleader upstairs alone to think over how close she was coming to figuring out the boy the more time she spent with him.
oOo
After Quinn spent the better half of the week avoiding the members of the Glee club, she conceded and gave up putting off the inevitable any sooner. As soon as Lunch came around, the blonde girl went in pursuit of Rachel. Her first stop, the Choir Room.
Damn it, she's actually in there.
As much as Quinn wanted to get this over and done with, a part of her just wanted to keep it quiet. She knew that they'd win the competition one way or another but every time she saw one of the group members she'd felt a pang of guilt. As if she was betraying them by keeping this a secret, she knew it was an over reaction but she couldn't rid the feeling.
What's the point in being sent back in time if I'm not going to change anything right? I'm doing this for everyone, we'll have more time to prepare now...
Choosing be done with the secrecy, she sucked in a deep breath and walked into the room confidently, "Rachel..."
The tiny Jewish teenager looked up from her place in front of the piano, Quinn guessed from the sheet music and the presence of Brad that she was practicing her vocals. The time traveler wondered whether it may have been best to return later, not wanting to feel the wrath of the diva sue to the interruption.
"Oh hello Quinn." Rachel beamed, skipping into the center of the room to welcome her.
"I have something I need to tell you and I want you to promise that you won't say anything whilst I'm explaining." Quinn informed her, pausing for several seconds to see what Rachel's would do.
The small diva just bit her lip, a sign that she vowed to keep quiet.
Quinn closed her eyes, gathering her thoughts before speaking again, "Sylvester leaked our set list, we can't use any of our songs. I know I should have told you sooner, but I've had a lot of things on my mind and I wasn't sure how to bring it up..."
Rachel pulled back at Quinn's ramble, taking a few step's further away from the girl.
"You can talk now." The pregnant girl said as the silence became too much.
"Tell me this is a joke, Quinn." The brunette practically begged, her eyes opening widely and giving the girl before her that almost broke her heart.
"I'm sorry but It's the truth," She uttered, "I do have an idea though."
Rachel turned her back on the blonde, dropping her hands on the top of the piano's surface, gripping it tightly. "This is a disaster!"
"Hey, don't think like that, I have an idea." Quinn said softly, in hopes of calming the other girl.
A groan escaped Rachel's throat, "What can you possibly say to fix this, Quinn? We're back to square one with only a three days left, there's no set list and choreography has to be scrapped a-a-and..." The smaller girl stopped, pinching her fingers to the bridge of her nose, "To put it plainly, we're screwed."
"Okay, first of all yes it's really awful that they stole our songs and everything but at least we know and we have a few days to fix this and figure this out. Secondly, the choreography was terrible anyway, I bet Brittany and Mike could come up with something better and more elaborate to help us win this."
"You really think we can do this?" Rachel asked sceptically, looking back over her shoulder.
"I really do." Quinn replied with a reassuring tone.
"Well we better go and tell the rest of the Gleeks and start preparing for our song choices."
"I-ah, I have a suggestion." Quinn admitted, playing with the sheet music in her hand.
Rachel tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, "I'm listening."
"...Do you trust me, Rachel?" She tentatively asked, afraid of what the brunette would say.
At this Rachel's cheeks turned a dark pink, Quinn watched the singer try and duck her head but acting on an impulse she reached out and lightly lifted her chin until their eyes met. The brunette swallowed thickly and all Quinn wanted was the ability to know what she was thinking in that moment.
"I trust you." Rachel whispered, "I really do, Quinn." she added, standing on the tips of her toes to wrap her arms around Quinn's neck, just proving to the girl that she was there and would listen but as the moment went on they both unintentionally melted into the hug. The blonde placed her hands on Rachel's hips, her hands pulled her in closer so they they were pressed together.
Without thinking about it, Quinn leaned her head against Rachel's, her cheek brushed against the other girls. The ex-skank's hands immediately tightened, unable to hold back the memory of their last hug together before the crash appeared in her mind but rather than letting go and running away like she had last time she did the opposite.
"When you were singing that song, you were singing it to Finn and only Finn, right?" That question burned in her mind, she was determined to change Rachel's answer.
Quinn held the brunette impossibly closer, needing that intimacy, needing her. She slid her arms over the girls back, squeezing her for just a few short seconds. It was barely noticeable, but it was enough to make Rachel's breathing hitch. At this point her head was a mess and she wasn't thinking clearly, so without thinking she nuzzled into the shorter girls neck. Though her fear of being rejected dissolved when she felt Rachel beginning to run her hands over her back slowly, her breathing becoming erratic but neither wanting to stop just yet.
Quinn wondered whey Rachel hadn't let go yet, this hug was obviously much more than something friends would share and yet there the singer was, clinging onto her.
After another minute or so Quinn took the last step, her lips brushing against Rachel's pulse point ever so slightly. Then her nerves got the best of her and she pulled away, but Quinn made sure to keep her hands on the other girl as she stepped out of the embrace. Unsure of what came next, the blonde brushed a few pieces of hair from Rachel's eyes, stroking her cheek before letting go completely.
Even though they weren't touching any more, Quinn still felt the lingering warmth left from the hug. It broke her, everything she'd just experienced had been a dream as of five minutes ago, a dream that had been with her for as long as she could remember Rachel.
"I... I um, better go." Quinn stammered, she could feel her heart beat beating far too fast to be considered healthy, "I'll see you later."
Rachel never replied, to be fair she looked too stunned to be capable of words in that moment so instead of waiting Quinn turned around and walked quickly to the door, shutting it as she left the room.
"Holy shit." She cursed, her hand coming up to cover her mouth and muffle the sound of her gasp. It was probably hormones that caused the tears but the sense of happiness took over and she found herself unable to care whether that was true.
oOo
"Mercedes, I don't think you are taking into consideration the amount of time and effort I put into planning last night, as much as you don't like it, you don't have anything as polished as 'Now I'm Telling you' and 'Don't rain on my Parade' is the perfect solo and we can win Sectionals with it!"
Quinn had walked into world war three, Rachel and Mercedes were arguing over who got the new solo, Artie was continually ramming his wheelchair into the wall whilst Santana was slumped in her chair shouting expletives in Spanish at every chance she had.
It was utter chaos.
"You have do something," Tina dropped into the seat beside her, "you're the co-captain so take charge."
"Rachel normally does that stuff." Quinn replied, her eyes still on the small diva as she pulled a chair in front of Mercedes and stood a top it, looking down at the other girl rather than up. She couldn't help the small burst of laughter as it slipped from her lips.
"Unfortunately, Rachel is a little busy right now." Tina nodded her head in the direction of the small girl, just as Brittany stood up.
"Stop the violence." The dancer said in a monotone voice, her eyes moving rapidly around the room, not knowing who to look at.
"This is all your fault, Brittany." Rachel accused, her hands planted firmly on her hips.
"Don't talk to her like that, Hobbit." Santana hissed, "Sue was the one that leaked the set list, It's not Brittany's fault that she used her."
"You were probably in on it too." The small girl countered.
"That's it, I'ma go all Lima Heights on your ass!"
Quinn got to her feet quickly as the Latina threatened her crush, snapping her fingers at Puck and pointed towards Rachel, he got the hint and picked her up in a fireman's lift.
"Noah, put me down this instant!" The brunette screeched, slapping his back and kicking her legs to try and break his hold.
"Quinn's orders, not mine Princess." The jock informed her, carrying her over to the top of the risers before letting her down.
"Right, you all need to shut up and stop arguing with each other so we can start to prepare, either that or we go to Sectionals and make a fool out of ourselves." Quinn stood in the middle of the room, "As you can see Mr. Schue is busy with Miss. Pillsbury's wedding drama and so this is all on us so If it's okay with you I'd like to tell you my idea."
"Speak tubbers." Santana commanded, still furious by Rachel's accusation.
"As we all know the Sue leaked the set list," Quinn started, trying to put together a speech that would rally everyone together, "but at least we know. I have some ideas for the songs and I'm sorry but Mercedes we really have to give this one to Rachel." The blonde held her hand up to stop the oncoming interruption from the girl, "She's our best shot, whether you like it or not. As for the dance routine, I was thinking Mike, Matt and Brittany could put something together for us?"
"I'm in." Mike Agreed and soon after Matt and Brittany did the same, although the cheerios response was a lot more enthusiastic than the other two's.
"Okay then, let's do this." Quinn clapped, trying to imitate Mr. Schue when he would set of an assignment.
oOo
Days later they were boarding the school bus about to start the journey to Sectionals. The week had been tough, they'd all been working twice as hard to get the routines perfected in the short space of time. None of the Gleeks had taken the news of the betrayal well but they knew they didn't have time to consider acts of revenge just yet, that could wait until after they'd won.
The bus filled and Quinn took the seat next to Rachel after dragging Jacob Ben Israel up and shoving him into the empty space parallel to them, earning her a grateful smile from the brunette.
Then they were on their way, Quinn and Rachel spent most of the duration of the trip discussing the dance routine that had been put together over the last few days with a few interruptions from Matt every now and again as he jumped in and out of conversations with people around the bus.
Around the half way mark Quinn received a text from Santana asking her why she was sat with the tiny diva, she ignored It and continued her conversation. She knew she needed to talk to the new Head Cheerleader soon but this wasn't the time or place to do it.
When they arrived they sat in the crowd to watch the stolen performances, Quinn noted that Mr. Schue and Miss Pillsbury disappeared at one point and returned later a little less aggravated. Mr. Schue had been furious at first when the Gleeks had told him about the set lists but once he'd seen the new performance he changed him mind since it was ultimately better. They must have spoken to the other glee directors, I don't see why though, It's not like it's going to make much of a difference...
After sitting by and watching their stolen performances, they were up. There was rush of nerves behind the curtains but the moment Rachel opened her mouth everyone seemed to calm down and watch as the small girl sang the song she'd long ago perfected.
"Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putter."
Quinn closed her eyes, listening intently to Rachel's voice until she heard Matt sharing hushed words with Tina, she moved closer to see that they were peeking out of the curtain and had spotted the Finn in the crowd. The boy had turned up in the green room, dressed in the costume and ready to preform, having apparently been given a pep talk from Mr. Schue but nobody listened to what he said and only informed Finn that he was too late. There wasn't a chance he could learn the lyrics and the dance routine in time, Quinn really wished she could have taken a picture of his face, it was perfect.
"To rain on my parade!"
The blonde felt her heart beating faster as she watched Rachel. One day she'll be on Broadway and I'm going to be there when she does.
"Hey, Mister Arnstein, here I am! I'll march my band out!"
Their cue, Quinn moved back into the line and followed behind Kurt as the group made their way down the aisle, in sync with each other. It worked better than the first time. Brittany had made sure to get everyone together one lunch time, and make them all practice walking down the auditorium stairs, refusing to let them leave until it was done without mistakes.
Before Quinn knew it, she was on her mark and the next song was playing. Her back was facing the crowd but she could see Puck from the corner of her eyes, taking slow breaths to prepare himself until the moment came where he spun around to sing the first line of "Hello, Goodbye" having picked the song because of her memory of the lyrics and a few of the dance steps that she made Brittany re-use.
"You say yes, I say no"
They were all facing forwards by the time the lyric ended, Rachel was walking towards the Mohawked boy as they sang together. Making their way down the small bunch of risers as the rest of the group moved around them, perfectly in sync. Quinn had just enough time to sneak a quick look at Rachel as the girl's voice filled the room, mixing with the father of her child's.
"You say stop, I say go, go, go, oh no!"
The girls separated for the chorus, singing the first part and then the boys the second until they came together. The boys spun around and made their way across the stage, each of them standing between the girls.
"You say goodbye and I say hello"
The next line was Quinn's and she sang she felt Matt's arm circle her waist and lift her into the air, she spotted the other boys doing the same to the girls they'd been partnered with. She was twirled her around and then placing her back in the floor softly.
"Hello hello"
Quinn sent a small smile to Tina as she was spun around into Matt's arms, having the small breather before she was back in position and moving the top of the stairs again as the boys moved to the edge of the stage.
"You say yes (I say yes) I say no (But I may mean no)
You say stop (I can stay) and I say go (Till it's time to go), oh"
Quinn looked out to the crowd as she sung the next few lines, watching people as they got to their feet to clap along. She was feeling the adrenaline pumping though her, she never got tired of preforming. She knew she didn't have the best of vocals but she really did enjoy it.
"You say goodbye, I say hello"
Just as the next line started, everyone was circling their partner and she watched Rachel send her a wink before her attention was back on the audience. She grinned brighter than before, she couldn't contain the happiness that she felt when Rachel pointed to Finn on the "Goodbye". Yeah... Fuck you, Finn!
"I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello hello"
The song went on, Rachel and Quinn continued to share glances towards one another and she was certain that her blush could be seen from the back of the room, but if she were honest, she didn't care as she moved around the stage, listening soundly to Mercedes as her voice took over.
"Hey-la, hey-hey, lo-la" Mercedes sang out as the rest of the New Directions sang the harmony's and Rachel and Puck's sung their part.
A short pause came after, in which Quinn focused in on Rachel, whose eyes in return were on her and Quinn was certain she stopped breathing for a handful of seconds as Rachel finished the song giving the blonde a wink.
"HELLOOOO"
oOo
They'd won. It was a relief for Quinn as she'd been scared that with the change of song the result may have been different. Plus, she was beginning to realise that with even just the small changes that had happened so far, the world she was living in now was an entirely new one. She could hear the team members cheers and screams as they were handed the trophy. Quinn went around the group, congratulating each person until she came across Rachel. The two stopped and everything managed to disappear, as if it were only the two of them on the stage.
She looks so beautiful...
"You were amazing." Quinn beamed with pride and just before Rachel could reply Quinn let her lips fall upon the other girls cheek in a chaste kiss, she winked as she moved backwards turning to face the rest of the group and trying to control her breathing at the same time. She wanted to desperately to turn around and see what Rachel was doing, what reaction she'd caused but it would have ruined the dramatic feel to the action.
So Quinn focused on the crowd, finding both Mr. Schue and Miss. Pillsbury on their feet and clapping. The rest of the short celebration was a blur, Quinn only remembered going back to the dressing room for a short speech from Mr. Schue and then she headed out into the halls.
Just as she turned the corner she was surprised with the sight of a boy in a red letterman jacket waiting with a bouquet of flowers, she all but ran to him and jumped into his arms.
"You came..." She said with a grin, "I can't believe you came, Karofsky!" She pulled back and looked down at his hand almost crying. Damn hormones. "You bought flowers..."
"You deserve it," He looked at her dejectedly, "why are you smiling?" He asked, feeling guilty for letting the girl down. He didn't have many true friends, he could argue that he actually didn't have any true friends at all but Quinn had shown she cared so that meant something to him, "I didn't even sing."
"I don't care about that, It just means a lot to me that you're here to support me."
"Why?" He asked with a puzzled look.
"Because we're friends, right?" She looked at him that made it seem like it was the most obvious thing in the world. She needed him to understand that she cared, that he had someone to talk to. She wouldn't let him go through everything that happened the last time, she wouldn't ever let it go that far. He was worth more than that, every one of her friends needed her to change something in their lives and save them from something they didn't even know was going to happen and for Karofsky, this was it.
"Yeah, we're friends." He gave her a content smile, "But you have to start calling me Dave, my friends call me Dave."
"I think I can do that, Dave." She agreed happily.
"Can I walk you to the bus?" The boy asked, offering his arm to the blonde.
Quinn's lips curled upwards into a small smile, "Yes you can." She said, slipping her hand around the offered arm, walking alongside the taller boy as he lead the way to the parking lot. It was only when Quinn found herself passing by a familiar face that she was pulled out of the daze she'd been in from the moment the New Directions were announced the winners.
Oh please no.
She slowed her pace until finally she came to a full stop.
Everything was going so well...
The pregnant girl risked a look back over her shoulder and immediately regretted it as her eyes narrowed at the sight of one, Jesse St. James.
A/N: There you have it... Good cliffhanger? Like the Faberry?
Questions: What would you guys think about the chapter after next being in Rachel's POV?
Spoilers: Brittana, Dave/Quinn bromance, possible Geek-a-thon because I think we need more Tina. Jesse St. James and Shelby which means Jealous!Quinn.