Chapter 8: Really?

Oh my god, I suck so much for not updating sooner. I have had time, but I just could not write. So yeah, here's chapter 8! Sorry for any mistakes and enjoy!

I would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous and scared. Truth is, my heart freaking pounded against my ribcage and it took all my willpower and control to not turn around and flee. My rational side said that the other gleeks would support us because we're a family. But my irrational side screamed that they'd hate us, hate me, and abandon me. So I told my irrational side, 'Shut the hell up! No one cares about your damn opinion. That's why you're my irrational side.' This would be the first time I admitted that I was lesbian, excluding the time I had admitted it to myself and Rachel.

Santana stopped suddenly, making Rachel and I stop. We were a few feet away from the choir room door. "You guys, everyone thinks you're both straight. So it's gonna be damn shocking to them, especially the part of you, Q."

"Me? Why especially me?" I asked, puzzled.

Santana scoffed. "Q, no one would ever in a million years think you played for the other team. You're like, straight as an arrow." Seeing my face, she continued on. "I mean, it seems like you're straight as an arrow. Or even straighter, if that's possible. Obviously, you're not. But you seem like you are. And everyone thinks-"

"Ok S." I interrupted her rambling. "I think I get it." She nodded.

Rachel piped up, entering the conversation. "Of course this will come as a shock to our fellow glee clubbers, but they will undoubtedly support us. We are a family after all. We've been through so much together; this is simply another thing we'll go through."

Santana nodded. "And if they don't..."

Rolling my eyes, I finished her sentence while Rachel laughed. "You'll 'go all Lima Heights on their asses.' Yes, we know Santana."

She smiled. "Alright then. Imma go in, tell them you guys are coming in, and then you guys can tell them your announcement. Come in when you're ready."

She hugged Rachel, then hugged me. Just as she was about to pull away, I held her tighter and whispered in her ear, "Thanks San. Really."

She pulled back, smiling. I knew she'd understand how we were feeling right now because she had to go through the same thing when she came out and was with Brittany. "You're welcome." She turned to Rachel, who also mouthed a quick 'thanks', then turned and walked into the choir room.

I still felt very nervous. Although I'd had a hard time accepting myself, it was made easier because I realized how much I loved Rachel. If I was happy with her, that was all that should matter, right? But I still felt anxious and scared. I wanted to tell our friends, but at the same time I didn't. And I would still need to tell my mom and meet Rachel's dads. Ugh. Might as well get through with it. Swallowing my fears, I looked at Rachel. She grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers, and gently, reassuringly squeezed it. She was smiling at me, looking carefree and exactly the opposite of me. "Should I be worried?" She teased.

I shook my head, "How are you not nervous?" I asked.

"Quinn, I love you. They'll be very happy for us, just like they were for Santana. It'll be fine."

This small brunette never ceases to amaze me. Her confidence and optimism just helped me feel better.

"Besides," she continued, seeing me relax a bit, "We've performed in front of hundreds of people. This is nothing compared to that. At least they won't boo us."

I finally cracked a small smile; she had a point. But right now, I think I would've preferred performing in front of those hundreds of strangers. I saw her lean over, then felt her lips on mine. Kissing her back, I felt myself relax further. Just one touch from her and everything else was forgotten. Her kiss reassured me. She pulled back, meeting my gaze. "Ready?" I nodded. She started walking, pulling me along.

"So, Quinn and Rachel have something to tell you all. And here they are," Santana said as we walked in. She nodded at us, smiling reassuringly and took her seat, which I noticed was beside Brittany. They haven't sat together since they broke up. Note to self: get the details on that. Going back to the present, I heard Rachel talk. As she did, I tried to read everyone's expressions. Some were surprised, which could've been because Rachel and I were holding hands or because Santana called us by our actual names for once. Others looked alert, attentive. I tuned back in to what Rachel was saying.

"-have something to tell you all. But before we do, I'd like to say that we expect your support and love once you all hear what we have to say. Okay?"

She received nods and 'yeah's in response. "Okay then. Quinn, shall I tell them? Or will you?"

I looked at her, thinking. Then I heard Santana, practically yelling. "Quinn! It should be Quinn."

"Santana!" Rachel yelled back to quiet the Latina. Turning to me, she continued. "It doesn't have to be you. I am perfectly capable of telling-"

"No." I interrupted. "It should be me." She searched my eyes, making sure it was what I really wanted to do and not just me obeying Santana. But it was. I had to do this. She nodded, seeing my determination to do this. I turned to the rest of the gleeks, taking a deep breath. I got this.

"Hey guys," I said, unable to think of anything else to say. I heard some chuckles and saw some eyes being rolled. Everyone knew how awkward I could be sometimes.

"So... Rachel and I..." I took another breath. "We're together. Like together together." I didn't want there to be any confusions. "Like-"

"Quinn, I think they get it," Rachel stopped me.

I nodded. "Okay. So... yeah."

Looking at the gleeks faces, I'd say I was the only one surprised. Well there was a few shocked expressions, like Finn and Mr. Schue, but everyone else looked happy, some smiling and others smirking knowingly. This was totally a WTF moment. I glanced at Rachel, who looked just as surprised as I felt. Santana, I noticed, also seemed surprised that no one was surprised.

"Umm, anyone mind telling me why you all aren't surprised?"

Kurt snorted, drawing everyone's attention. "It was kinda obvious you two liked each other. I'm surprised it took you two this long to make it official. Well, actually it might've taken this long because Santana interfered, but yeah."

I just stood there. How did he, and everyone else, know all that, even the Santana part? The confusion must've still been etched on my face because Kurt rolled his eyes. "You two make it so obvious." He held his hand out, saying "Pay up losers."

I watched in shock as Mike, Puck, Blaine and Sugar pulled out money and handed it to Kurt. Everyone watched as Kurt then counted it, and put it into five piles. "So you guys gave me $80, meaning we each get $16." And with that, he handed some bills to Mercedes, Brittany, Sam, Joe, Tina and kept some money for himself. Realizing what had just occurred, I couldn't stop myself from overreacting.

"You guys made a bet?!"

Kurt looked at me seriously, nodding. "Yeah. On who Rachel would end up with. You or Santana."

"Kurt, how could you do this? And all of you too! " Rachel said, clearly distressed.

The people in question shrugged, some not meeting our eyes.

But as quickly as my anger came, it left. I kinda found the whole situation amusing. While I was busy accepting myself and trying to win Rachel's love, my close friends were busy betting on who Rachel would choose. I really shouldn't have worried. Placing a hand on Rachel's shoulder to calm her, I spoke to Kurt. "So who bet on who?" I really was curious. Rachel looked at me as if I was crazy.

"Really, Quinn?"

"Well, it's done. They already did the bet. And of course you and I would've ended up together in the end."

I put my arm around her shoulder, trying to make her feel better and see how amusing the situation was. She chuckled as she leaned onto me.

"So, Kurt?" I still wanted an answer to my question.

"Ok, so the losers, which were Team Santana, were Mike, Puck, Sugar, and Blaine. The winners, Team Quinn, were myself, Tina, Sam, Mercedes, Brittany, and Joe. And Finn and Mr. Schue were obviously not a part of this."

I nodded. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Finn stand up and leave. "O-kay..."

Tina shook her head. "Don't worry about him. He just wanted another chance with Rachel. And he's bummed that his exes are together. But he'll get over it eventually. Anyways, congrats guys!"

She stood and ran to me, nearly tackling me in a hug. During the brief time we'd worked on the duet together, she'd realized that I had feelings for Rachel. But she neither said anything or tried to make me admit it. And I loved her for that (as a friend, guys). She looked at me, her face telling me that she knew I'd be truly happy now that I had Rachel. Our other friends followed Tina's example, giving us hugs, congratulating us and wishing us luck. We all just stood there, happily talking. After a while, Mr. Schue called for silence.

"Well, there goes our time. I'll see you all tomorrow. And Rachel and Quinn, congrats. I hope you guys are happy together." He hugged us both, then led us all out to the parking lot, where we all parted ways.

Kinda short, I know. But I like it. And I think it came out better than it should've. Anyways, I've planned out two more chapters, and that will be the end... maybe. It probably will, though. Many thanks to anyone who actually reads this chapter and please review!