A/N: Apologies! I've been overloaded with a shit load of coursework lately and I have hardly any free time. After this week I'll have most things sorted so I'll try and make updates weekly. Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed, I'm going to actually try and reply this time because it really does mean so much to me that you like the story!
Here we go anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter, I'm not a fan of the episode so I've shifted it around a little bit. The story is moving along now so I'll be introducing some other plot changers soon! Special thanks to my tumblr heroes Superflyse and to klainetrainunicorn for sitting with me In media today and helping me get this finished!
Chapter Eight: Are you jealous, Quinn?
"Remind me why we're in Carmel High again." Dave muttered, peering over his shoulder to see Quinn ushering him forwards with the flick of her wrist, he sighed but continued forwards, "In fact, I just want to know why we're in their auditorium, on our hands and knees."
Quinn paused thinking of an answer, the entire journey to the school she'd been dodging the question but she'd ran out of excuses, she didn't want to lie but it was embarrassing to admit that she was here to defend her crush, "We're spying on the competition-you know, for Glee club.
"Yeah right," The boy scoffed, "If that were true then I wouldn't be the one here and someone else in glee would."
Okay, he just needs a little more to win him over. "Well, I-uh saw some people from a rival school at sectionals and that's why we're here."She shook her head, trying to think clearly in order to come up with a successful lie. "We're just seeing if they stole anything from us, since we've had our set list leaked before, I thought it was better to find out now before everyone freaks out again." That's better, a solid lie, he doesn't need to know that I'm here for Shelby.
Seeing Jesse after the competition had thrown her off, even with his name scrawled in her little notebook, with the shiny gold sticker waiting to be placed, she'd forgotten. Quinn was was being given the chance to protect Rachel, to save her the heartbreak of being rejected from her birth mother. Quinn could remember just how crushed the tiny diva had been and she couldn't just stand by and let that happen again.
So the day after Sectionals, Quinn called Dave and propositioned him with a free book of his choice from the store in exchange for a lift to Carmel. She wanted to storm into the building and face Shelby fearlessly but as they actually entered the auditorium, she lost her nerve. She'd pushed the footballer to the floor, effectively hiding them from plain sight.
"Quinn, can we get up yet? I'm In a really awkward position." He pleaded as his shoulder smacked against the chairs for a third time.
She rolled her eyes, "Don't be such a baby, you're a football player. I've seen you get tackled to the ground countless times, you're tough."
"Thanks." Dave said with a proud smile, "Seriously though, I may be good at dodging guys on the field not chewing gum and other shit on the floo-" The boys hand recoiled, pulling a face in disgust, "Ew-I don't even want to know what that crap is."
"Just wipe It off." Quinn chuckled at the disgusted look on her friends face, as she handed him a tissue she had got out from her purse.
It was another few minutes until Quinn realized that the music in the room had stopped, there was no voices coming from the show choir nor was there any sound of the coach's verbal abuse. She frowned, arguing whether it was safe to take a glance at the stage to see if everyone was gone.
"Uhh Quinn?" Dave narrowed his eyes, stopping dead in his tracks, "They're leaving."
"What is it-Oh." She'd lifted her eyes from the floor to see Shelby walking up the auditorium steps. Now or never Quinn. She took a moment before getting to her feet, appearing before Shelby. The teacher halted, a questioning look on her face. Quinn didn't really care for what the teacher thought, not when all she could think about was how the same woman had previously taken the role of being the mother from her.
"What do we have here?" The coach asked, signalling for them to get to their feet, "Didn't I see you at Sectionals."
"Yeah, we're students at McKinley." Quinn nodded, her tone harsh.
"You know, I usually don't cotton well about the competition sneaking in to watch a rehearsal, then again I have trouble seeing you as competition." Shelby mumbled the last part, mostly speaking to herself, "Didn't your coach tell you spying against rival schools is against the rules?"
"Ma'am we weren't-" Dave had gotten through half of his reply before he was cut off.
"Rachel Berry!" Quinn blurted, her eyes closing tightly as the name slipped out. Smooth Fabray, she's going to think you're an idiot.
The blonde was beyond embarrassed that the pressure had broken her, but seeing the woman again made her lose all control. As much as she'd been mentally preparing herself on the trip over, it was nothing like seeing her again. Quinn's emotions got the best of her. She couldn't even hate Shelby for being her baby's mother, because she was the one to give her away and she was the one to screw it up her second chance but it still hurt.
Quinn's hand moved up to comb her hair from her face, distracting herself for a moment and even though it was only a small act, it was enough to bring her out from the haze she'd been in for the last minute or so. The ex-cheerleader focused back to Shelby, a little smirk appeared on her own lips as she noticed how taken back the teacher looked at the sound of the name, her mouth hanging agape slightly as if she wanted to say something, but she the shock of hearing her biological daughters name rendered her speechless.
"Dave, do you want to go wait in the car?" Quinn touched his arm lightly, getting his attention.
"Yeah, sure." The jock answered, although he knew it wasn't so much a question but an order put politely, "Give me a shout if you need anything, I'll wait in the hall." He didn't want to leave his friend alone, not when she was acting so out of character when around this other woman.
Shelby walked away the same moment Dave headed in the opposite direction, his head turning back when he reached the door to make sure Quinn was okay. Once he received a nod, the teenage boy went on his way. Quinn followed behind Shelby in an awkward silence, neither wanting to be the first to speak.
They entered the office and Quinn's hand unconsciously moved to lay on her baby bump, her thumb drawing tiny stars over the fabric of her baby doll dress. The time traveler eyes wandered around the room, to the trophies and plaques given to the drama and music department. It was impressive, the facilities and obviously education standards were much better compared to McKinley.
As much as Quinn tried to keep her mind busy, her thoughts always drew back to Beth and the regret she felt when she saw her with Shelby for the first time. It broke her heart just thinking about it and she definitely wouldn't go though that again.
"Take a seat..." Shelby pointed to the chair on the other side of the desk, taking her own seat across from her, "What's your name?"
"Quinn Fabray." She told her, fear of being reported to Figgins wasn't something that came to mind and she honestly couldn't care less.
"Are you friends with my daughter, Quinn?" Shelby asked, getting straight to the point, she wanted answers.
"Yes, she's my friend, but she's not your daughter." The ex-cheerleader snapped, using her practiced HBIC tone to talk to the older woman.
The teacher raised her brow, wondering If the teenager was confused, "Excuse me?"
"You're not Rachel's mom, you're her surrogate. She has two dads who love her and she doesn't need someone like you just walking into her life and breaking her heart." Quinn spoke quickly, she was angry and even though this Shelby hadn't technically done anything to aggravate her yet, she couldn't help the feelings left over from before the time warp.
"Look... Quinn." Shelby pinched the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes to think of what to say. At this Quinn couldn't help but notice how alike Rachel was to the teacher and she wondered if she'd made the right decision to come and send her away. "I understand that she has to parents who care about her, I really do but what's to say she won't want a relationship with me? And who says that you're to be the one to make that decision for her?"
The response caught her off guard, making the blonde hesitate before speaking again.
"I'm not here to stop you from being a part of Rachel's life, that wouldn't be fair." She swallowed, it wasn't her place to send Shelby on her way and if she did then certainly the tiny diva back at McKinley would one day find out and hold it over her forever, "I guess I'm here to try and make you understand that the little girl you last saw is grown up now. Rachel Berry is a teenager and you have to accept that, because it's not fair if you give her the hope of having a mother and take then just take it away." Again.
"You sound like you speak from experience." Shelby was quiet, she'd taken in everything the girl before her had said and now she wondered why it was Quinn who was saying it and not Rachel's fathers.
"I do." Quinn nodded weakly, recounting the events in her other life and the way her crush was effected by Shelby leaving her a second time.
The coach leaned back in her chair and then voiced the question that had been on her mind since the conversation began, "How do you know who I am? There aren't many people who know my connection to Rachel."
"I-um did some research." The ex-skank shrugged.
Shelby wanted to push for the answer to be expanded but seeing the way Quinn was glaring she was sure it was the best she was going to get, "I missed out on a chance to be there for Rachel growing up and I regret that, I really do. So what makes you think that I'm just going to leave again?"
Because you've done it before and you'll do it again, you just don't know it yet. "I knew someone like you, It was the same kind of situation and they left and replaced their child because they wanted to be reunited with the baby they gave up and not the young adult in their place."
"You seem to care a lot about what happens to Rachel." Shelby pointed out, a knowing smile on her lips.
More than you know, more than anyone knows.
"Yeah well, she doesn't deserve having to go through that pain." Quinn said, trying to take a different approach to the question.
"That wasn't what I meant," The woman replied cautiously, "and I think you know that."
"Yeah..." Quinn breathed out a short laugh, "Yeah, she means a lot to me." I love her.
The pregnant girl didn't stay much longer, she left the room with no real goodbye, only a fake smile as she walked away. She didn't like how easily Shelby read her, in fact she didn't like Shelby at all, which only irritated her more. The last thing Quinn wanted was for the teacher to know her, to be anywhere near her. She'd never be able to rid the images of Beth in the other woman's arms, calling her mommy. It isn't fair. Quinn ground her teeth together, she wouldn't cry, not because of her. You're a Fabray, this is the time to start acting like one. She ordered herself, willing the tears to dry up before she reached Dave.
She was unsuccessful.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Dave rushed forwards, pushing himself off the wall.
"It's nothing, can we just go home?" She blinked and tried to look away but he only stepped in her way again, this time with a small understanding smile upon his lips.
"Give me a chance, maybe I can do something to help?" He raised his eyebrow, "That's what friends do, right?"
Quinn inhaled, a slow and shaky breath, "Yeah, you're right." She nodded slightly, "I-I like someone, really like them... And I'm scared I'm never going to stand a chance." She admitted, looking down at the floor in embarrassment, she was never good at talking to people about personal things like this.
"What's getting in the way?" He asked, his arm moving around the smaller girl as she leaned into his side, she was quiet for a while, just allowing them to walk further away from the school.
"You know what, It's nothing." She shrugged when they reached the car, "It's not important, I'm fine." No you're not, you liar.
"I don't believe you..." He trailed off, a little worried he was over stepping. He knew they hadn't been friends for very long and he didn't know what he could or couldn't say. The footballer was about to let the conversation go but when he saw how unhappy his new friend looked, he decided not to care, "I don't believe you, and you know what, that's okay." He looked up to the sky, trying to find a way to verbalize his thoughts and feelings, "Whatever is going on, I'm here, right by your side. It may seem scary and I know-I know what scary is, but everything's always better when you have someone looking out for you, when you feel wanted and loved." His voice was soft and comforting, "Like when you were a kid and you were in your Mom's arms, when nothing was complicated, there was just love."
Quinn opened her mouth but she couldn't find anything to say. It turns out, all Dave needed was a friend to help him through his troubles and by the looks of it he was stepping in the right direction. It took all of three seconds for her to wrap her arms around the jock, smiling into his Letterman. She was trembling, maybe the long painful lulls between seeing Rachel had finally caught up with her, maybe it was relief, but after one hard heart wrenching sob, she let her heart go limp and she let the tears fall. She let the real herself be free for just a moment. "Thank you." Her voice was muffled and barely audible but she knew he heard by the way arms tightened his hold at the words.
"It's no problem." He's going to be okay...
oOo
Quinn had been studying in the library the next day when the sound of music filled her ears, she knew one of the voices so well that there wasn't even a possibility of making a mistake. So she got up from her table and moved behind one of the shelves, so be could get a better look but not get caught watching. It wasn't a so much surprise to see Jesse and Rachel sat together, it was more of a disappointment that the changes she'd made wasn't enough to keep the boy away. Shelby was still going through with her plan, the entire talk with her was a waste.
The ex-cheerio kept herself hidden behind the books until the end of the song, trying to ignore the stab of jealousy she felt with the look Jesse was getting from Rachel. I want her to look at me like that, just me, nobody else.
Once the duet finished, the two stayed sitting and started to talk, Quinn figured it was important from the way she was reading Rachel's body language. Everything was fine and the ex-cheerleader kept her calm until she saw the flirty smile appear on Jesse's face, she felt he eyes burn into that cocky, smirky little face trying to disintegrate him into specks of overly peppy dust. She tried to will herself to walk over and smack that strained Disney prince smile off his face, but she knew that would only end badly for her. Instead, she dug her fingers into the wood of the bookshelf and gritted her teeth, trying not to leap over there a rip his probably non-existent balls off. I mean if he was trying to convince people he was manly, then his hair is so not doing anything for him. Yet as much as she wanted to, she couldn't, she was so scared of losing Rachel that it kept her away. She wasn't brave enough and the thought of rejection was just too much. It killed her to sit by and watch Rachel slip further and further away again but she figured that like last time Jesse would only stick around until he wasn't needed any more. Breaking Rachel's heart all over again.
Maybe I could just go over there and-
"Stalking the Dwarf, really?" Quinn flinched at the sound of Santana's voice whispering down her ear, jumping backwards and stumbling into a stack of books on her way. Thankfully the shelves covered her from Rachel's sight as when the toppled over, not many people noticed, unfortunately the same could not be said for Santana.
"Damn it." She mumbled, starting to pick up the fallen novels before the librarian returned, her back turning away from the cheerleader.
"Is that your attempt at dodging my question, Q?"
"I wasn't stalking her, I just spotted her talking to someone I... Recognized." Quinn winced, knowing how stupid it sounded. That still doesn't explain why you've been watching her though a gap in the shelf for the last ten minutes, too afraid to go over.
"Is that all I get?" Santana arched her eyebrow, making it clear that she wanted a better answer.
"Do you see that guy she'd talking to?" Quinn asked, finally moving to stand beside her old best friend and once the other girl nodded, she continued, "Well that's Jesse St. James, the male lead for Vocal Adrenaline."
"So you're going to tell me that you're over here, watching the Midget because you're looking out for the Glee Club?" Santana started to laugh, it was slow and taunting, clearly trying to get a rise out of her.
"Yes, why else would I?"
"I don't know," The girl narrowed her eyes, "but maybe you should start keeping your eyes to yourself, or people are going to start presuming things Tubbers."
"Oh and like your eyes aren't on Brittany at every possible chance you get." Quinn retorted a little hostile. Drop it Santana, please.
"Don't go there." Santana deadpanned.
The blonde felt a pang of guilt in her stomach, she knew her friends sexuality was a sore subject and she felt bad for bringing it up, but she had to stand her ground, "Then leave me alone, forget you saw anything."
"...You're looking pretty damn pissed off, If I didn't know any better then I'd say you're jealous." The head cheerleader's eyes locked with Quinn's, almost daring her to say otherwise.
"I. Am. Not. Jealous." Quinn punctuated each word slowly, she couldn't let her know the truth, It would be held over her for a very long time. You can't trust her yet, she's not the Santana you know.
Thankfully a distraction made it's appearance just as Quinn went to speak in the form of Brittany and although the scowl on Santana's face said the conversation wasn't over, she was glad that she'd been given a little more time to think up an excuse.
"Hi Quinn," The dancer beamed and then went to side beside her secret lover, their pinkies linking together automatically, "What are you guy's talking about?"
"Rachel's new boyfriend." Santana chuckled, although a little disappointed that it caused no reaction from Quinn, the other girls face was blank, seemingly bored.
"Can you just let it go? You're not funny" The blonde arched her brow, she couldn't take much more teasing from her friend. The small flames of jealously were slowly spreading like wildfire with every taunt and it didn't help that she could she could see Jesse and Rachel acting cosy from the corner of her eye.
"But it's so fun." The latina snickered.
"I don't like it when you guy's argue," Brittany pouted, her body shifting to get closer to the girl beside her, "You should try to be nice."
Santana internally groaned, never being good at saying no to her. Quinn saw a small smile pull at Santana's lips before she hid it disappeared, "Fine-fine, I'll be good."
Brittany bounced on the balls of her feet with joy, "Great, can we go to Breadstix now I'm hungry?"
"Yeah," Santana nodded, starting on her way but stopping for a second to shout over her shoulder, "you coming Q?"
Quinn adjusted her stance so she could peek one last time through the gap between books, getting a better look at Rachel and her heart ached at the sight. The Latina arched her brow, questioningly. Quinn hadn't been able to look away quick enough and Santana followed her gaze to see Jesse leaning in to Rachel, "Want me to punch him for you?"
"No, that's okay." Quinn shook her head with a sad little smile, until a thought popped into her head, "I-um, yeah I don't see why not." I have to talk to Rachel soon, I have to know if I'm wasting my time.
oOo
Once she'd finished her meal at breadstix, Quinn headed outside, stopping as reached Santana's car. She paused, looking at her reflection in the car window, she tilted her head and focused in on her appearance. She looked so much younger, even If there was only a small difference to her features, she could see them. The teenager brushed a strand of blonde hair away from her eyes, pulling a face at its length. It never really bothered her before but looking at it now, she hated everything it stood for.
"Checking yourself out Q?" Santana laughed as she walked over to the car, having taken Brittany to the bathroom on a detour to the parking lot. The two girls walked over, pinkies attached. That was the only thing they had, in public they had to hide out of fear and Quinn hated to see Santana that way, nothing was worse than seeing the usually tough girl pretending to be someone she wasn't.
That reminds me of someone...
"I was just thinking about getting my hair cut," She ignored the remark, knowing it would only entice her friend further, "It's just an idea, no big deal."
"I know a guy, I can give you directions." The head cheerio commented casually.
"Can we come with you?" Brittany asked excitedly, overwhelmed that the three of them were hanging out again. The unholy trinity was back together, as they should be.
"Sure B." Quinn nodded, earning herself a giant grin from her friend.
"Okay, what are we doing tonight? 'Cause I'm bored." Santana asked, expectedly looking towards the pregnant teenager for an answer.
"I'm going back to Tina's, we have plans to watch movies."
"Great, I have drinks in the back, thanks for the invite." The Latina moved, opening the drivers door and taking a seat.
"Wait, you're not coming with me." Quinn told her, although she was glad to be spending time with the duo again, she didn't want it getting in the way of the geek-a-thon, it was the only time where she could let out her inner dork without getting picked on for it, "I mean, I can't even drink Santana."
"You can have my lemonade, Q." Brittany said, turning around in her seat next to her secret lover and looking with a warm smile at the other blonde.
"Thanks but-"
"Stop talking, you're giving me a headache." Santana hushed her, turning up the music, effectively drowning out Quinn's rebuttal.
After that, there was no more arguing, there wasn't any point. Santana was in one of her moods, where there was nothing you could do to change her mind once a decision had been made, Quinn was stuck with the two girls for the rest of the night. When they arrived at the house, she noticed Dave's car wasn't parked outside yet and bit her lip in worry. Not only were Santana and Brittany joining the movie night, but she'd forgotten that she'd also asked Dave to join them. The boy had recently earned himself a place in her little group of geeks, they'd been hanging out more often. Tina had been cautious at first but after spending enough lunch hours with him, she could now call him a friend. Quinn groaned, quickly rushing to the front door and headed inside, giving herself a good minute or so head start on her friends.
"Hey," She smiled awkwardly, giving Mike a high five upon entry and Matt a fist bump.
"Hi, where have you been?" Tina waved from her seat, she was lay across the largest of the sofa's in the room.
"Well I was hanging out with-"
"'Sup bitches," Santana's loud entrance brought all eyes to her, "What're we watching?"
"You invited her?" Tina's eyes widened dramatically, along with a small gasp.
The head bitch growled, "You gots a problem, Chang?"
"Cohen-Chang." The goth sighed halfheartedly, "But no, there's nothing wrong about you being here Santana, I just hope you didn't bring any slushies with you."
The Latina hesitated before dropping the hot-headed act, "I'm not always like that."
"We're not at school, so San doesn't have to be mean right now." Brittany elaborated, whilst pulling the shorter girl by her pinkie to the recliner scooting over just enough that they could cuddle together comfortably.
"O-kay, that's good I guess" Tina said with an accepting tone, knowing it was the best she was going to get from the cheerleader.
"Are you going to let me sit down?" Matt looked to Tina, his hands moving to his hips.
"Not yet." She replied, playfully.
"What's going on?" Quinn asked, amused by her friend's behaviour.
"She's mad because Matt said his favorite companion in Doctor Who was Martha." Mike explained, "Which I agree is ridiculous, because Donna's the best, she's hilarious."
"...San likes Rose, she says she's badass like her." Brittany joined in the conversation as she snuggled into her best friend, thinking nothing of what she'd said until she eventually noticed the silence she'd created, "Did I over share again?"
Santana's cheeks were a deep red, "That was supposed to be a secret, Britt."
Quinn's lips curling into a grin. Her walls are coming down, It looks like helping Santana may not take as long as I thought it would.
oOo
By the very next day, the New Directions had all heard about Rachel spending time with Jesse St. James. Quinn hadn't meant for the information to get around so quickly, but after saying one thing to Tina, the gossip traveled to each member of the club. Mercedes and Kurt were the first ones on the scene, walking into the choir room and taking their seats on the other side of the room from Quinn, following them came Artie and then Tina finally entered and took a seat next to her pregnant friend, only really coming to support her.
"Hey guys." Rachel entered the room, her eyes moving away from her phone and the text from Kurt that had brought her to the room, frowning when she saw her friends angered faces.
"Cut the butter, Benedict Arnold," Kurt glowered, crossing one leg over the other, "We heard about your new boyfriend."
As much as Rachel tried, she couldn't stop herself from looking at Quinn and she tried to search the girls face hoping to find a sign of something, anything to tell her she was unhappy with the news. Yet the pregnant teenager was blank, keeping a neutral expression and looking away from the brunette.
"Look Rachel, we're all happy that you're happy, but we've worked too hard in Glee club to let you throw it all away on a relationship that may not even be real." Mercedes said with conviction, she wouldn't lose the competition because Rachel made a bad judgement in a boyfriend.
"W-why? Because he's in Vocal Adrenaline." Her voice quiet, her eyes again flicking over to Quinn's.
"Their motto is: "Aut neca aut necatus eris," which loosely translates to "Murder or be murdered." Kurt stated, getting to his feet and walking forward purposefully.
Quinn foot tapped Tina on the leg, trying to hint for her to make her own point.
"They give their dancers human growth hormone." Tina glanced over her shoulder and saw Quinn frowning, it wasn't the best argument but it was the only thing she could think up on the spot.
"We're not saying the dude is playing you." Mercedes said softly. He really is Rachel, how can't you see this, I'd be so much better for you.
"He's playing you." Kurt rolled his eyes, unlike his friend he wanted to get straight to the point and stop giving Rachel the chance to make the wrong decision, which Quinn was a little thankful for.
The tiny singer huffed.
"We just think that until Regionals are over, we can't risk the possibility that he is." Mercedes again tried to go down the nicer route, "None of us want to go through what happened at Sectionals again and have our songs stolen. As well we performed, It wasn't something we were happy about."
"Me and Jesse, we may not be... True love." Quinn inhaled quickly, the two words felt as if they were ripping her heart in two, "But what if we are? I know who I am and how many chances at this am I going to get?" Lots actually, you're so lovable.
"If it's true love, then waiting until after Regionals shouldn't be a big deal, Rachel." Tina stated, earning grateful smile from Quinn. She knew how much her room mate cared for the diva and if there was anything she could do in order to help them get together, then she'd try her hardest to do so.
Kurt and Mercedes stopped and looked at one another, seeing that they weren't getting anywhere with Rachel and chose their 'Plan B', "If you don't break up with him you're out."
"You can't kick me out!" The brunette gasped, her hands shaking with anger, this was her club.
"No, but we can all quit if Mr. Schue doesn't." Artie muttered, his eyes not meeting Rachel's in guilt.
"W-well good luck winning without me." The girl proclaimed loudly.
"Everyone is replaceable," Kurt shrugged, "even you."
"Okay enough!" Quinn snapped harshly, getting to her feet with an ice cold stare directed towards Kurt, "Everyone out now, we're done here!"
"But this was your-" Mercedes started.
"Out. Now!"
With that command, everyone scurried out of the room. Tina was the only one to stop at the door to give Quinn an encouraging smile, unsure of what was going on but wanting to support her friend. The goth was the one one in the know with her crush on Rachel and it was nice to have someone be there and worry about her when things like Jesse came up.
"Are you really dating him?" Quinn stepped into Rachel's personal space, making the other girl inhale sharply.
"I-Well, what does it matter to you..." Rachel said with very little confidence, as if she weren't even trying to make it believable. There was something the future star wasn't telling her and Quinn wanted to know, she needed to know. This second chance would mean nothing if she didn't get the one thing, the only thing she'd wanted from the start. I want Rachel.
Rachel's stutter didn't deter Quinn, only pushed her more.
"It matter's okay, just tell me." The ex-cheerio arched her eyebrow, biting down on her lip and internally pleading that Rachel would say no.
"...Yes." Her voice barely louder than a whisper, as if afraid to say the words.
Quinn's stomach dropped, her forehead creasing at the words. In that moment she imagined the many ways in which Jesse St James could 'accidentally' fall into Dave's fist and then very much out of the blue, run straight into his foot...with his face. She swallowed back the lump in her throat and blinked back the tears already forming behind her eyelids. It took all she had to look away before Rachel noticed, trying desperately to reel in her emotions, Inhaling slowly and then releasing a shaky breath before looking back to the brunette.
"He's not good enough for you." Quinn assured her, eyes shining with sincerity.
"He's the best offer I have at the moment." Rachel trailed her tongue across her bottom lip, her voice laced with seduction.
Is she trying to hint at something? Am I reading too much into this?
"Maybe you should wait, the right person will come along soon enough." The time traveler said, looking down at her feet, her cheeks turning a light pink as she did so. It was probably obvious what she was trying to clue her in on, but she needed Rachel to know just much she meant to her and hopefully then when the time came around when Quinn told her the true feeling she had towards her, they'd be returned.
He heart seemed to beat so fast it was a mere flutter now. It had wings and however hard she tried to pull it back it kept gravitating and circling Rachel trying to settle beyond the walls between her and the brunette girl. Every time she hit the wall it was like it got bruise, it got injured and it made it feel weak...vulnerable.
Rachel went to respond, but she couldn't get the words out so she sighed, "I can't wait forever, Quinn."
"I'm not asking you to." Quinn assured, "I just think that you're worth better than St. Jackass."
"He's a nice guy, you shouldn't judge a book by their cover." Rachel scolded, her lip moving between her teeth, trying to hold back the seemingly endless stream of words on the tip of her tongue tempting her to release. Instead, after a short moment to collect herself, Rachel chose to mumble something inaudible under her breath.
"I'm sorry?" Quinn croaked, her throat suddenly dry.
Keep cool, you may have misheard her or be taking what she said in a different way than what she meant. Don't jump to conclusions, not with this.
"I said, that I lied to you." Rachel's smile caught Quinn's attention. The brunette girl stepped closer with only slight hesitation as she lifted up onto the tips of her toes. Quinn felt her heart rate increase dramatically. She found herself staring into Rachel's eyes, feeling a flutter of butterflies in her stomach as the smaller girl blushed, "When Jesse asked me out."
The time traveler felt her eyes fall shut when the diva's lips pressed softly against her cheekbone, the kiss lingered and then Quinn felt the shorter girl's hot breath move to just hit her ear. Her voice was quiet, barely audible but she heard it. She heard the three words that changed the entire time of the conversation, "...I said no."
By the time Quinn had opened her eyes, there was just enough time to catch Rachel taking the last steps out of the room.
She said no...
A/N: Well what do you think? I wasn't too sure about this chapter, but I thought you'd waited too long so I hope you liked it! Next time I'll try and make the chapter a bit longer too. Let me know your thoughts and any ideas :) Also, just to answer a question, my favourite Doctor and Companion are Ten and Rose!
Spoilers: More Brittana and lot's more Faberry, there may be a kiss in the near future! Fabofsky stakeout at breadstix and I'm thinking of introducing another character!