AN: Again, thank you guys for all the alerts, faves, and reviews! It's great getting feedback like that, and it definitely encourages me to write more. I hope you enjoy this chapter!
The bathroom was just as luxurious as the rest of the house. Instead of a normal shower/tub combination, a Jacuzzi bath rested on a slight platform in one corner of the room. In the adjacent corner was the large, state-of-the-art glass shower. Quinn had never realized before just how transparent frosted glass really was. Blushing furiously, she knocked on the door of the shower, expecting Rachel to stick her hand out.
Instead, the door swung open a little too much, and Quinn caught a quick glance of tanned skin and long legs and felt her throat go dry.
"Thank you so much!" The singer beamed, but frowned slightly when she saw how tense the other girl was. "Are you okay? Your face is really red. Do you have a fever?" Rachel reached out to feel Quinn's forehead, but the blonde stumbled back and quickly left the room, mumbling how she was fine.
Rachel watched her go, confused, hoping that Quinn was alright.
In the main room of the apartment, Quinn sank onto the couch, trying to calm her breathing. Her face was flushed and her whole body felt hot, especially her chest and…No. Impossible. It's probably just because of the steam from the shower, that's all. Nothing to read into with this.
Trying to ignore the lingering bit of doubt in her mind, Quinn turned on this room's radio and decided to make lunch, realizing that, due to the slushy incident, neither girl had eaten properly.
Exiting the shower, Rachel smelled something delicious. Wrapping the towel around herself, she padded into the main room, smiling as she heard Quinn singing softly to herself as she cooked.
"You have a lovely voice, Quinn," the brunette commented. "And whatever you're cooking smells fantastic." And you are the prettiest, most gorgeous girl I have ever met she thought but did not say.
Quinn turned, her playful smirk faltering slightly as she saw what Rachel was—or wasn't, rather—wearing. The blonde busied herself with turning off the stove and dishing the vegan stir fry onto two plates and setting them on the counter.
"It's completely vegan," the cheerleader assured the singer as they both perched on the bar stools and dug in, talking and joking.
Quinn has changed so much in the past few years the brunette mused. She's…more understanding now, more thoughtful. Maybe we can finally be friends…or perhaps more…No. Don't go there; don't expect too much or you'll scare her off. Focus on an attainable goal, like winning a Tony or being Quinn Fabray's friend.
It wasn't until she had put the plates in the sink and brought out a bowl of fruit—because honestly, Quinn wasn't a vegan and didn't know what else they could have for dessert—that Quinn finally asked, "So, Rachel, why aren't you wearing the clothes I gave you? Do you not like them or are they too big or…?"
The diva laughed warmly at the slight sound of worry in the other girl's voice. "No, the clothes are excellent. I just didn't want to put them on until my hair dries. I don't want to get them wet. It's just something I've always done."
The blonde swallowed and nodded, forcing herself to act normal. "As long as everything is okay," she replied lightly.
"Everything is more than okay," Rachel answered sincerely, causing Quinn to pause and look into her eyes. Chocolate ones met hazel as the brunette placed her hand over Quinn's, ignoring the fluttery feeling in her stomach as she did so. "I am thrilled that you and I are able to move on from our previous enmity and forge what I am sure will become a wonderful friendship."
Too much too close much too close Quinn's mind babbled as she pulled her hand away.
"What makes you think we're friends now, Berry?" she demanded gruffly, breaking eye contact.
"Oh…I'm sorry…I just thought…" The blonde felt a stab of guilt as she felt Rachel wilt beside her.
Quinn sighed. "No, I'm sorry. You're right; I would like us to be…friends," she admitted. Or more than friends. Again Quinn tried to push away the thought.
The singer visibly brightened and leaped from her stool. Pulling Quinn as well, Rachel wrapped her arms around the taller girl's waist in an enthusiastic hug, almost knocking her over.
Hesitating at first, Quinn returned the hug, retaliating by spinning the petite brunette around, both of them laughing and shrieking in joy.
After Quinn set her down, Rachel realized her towel had come loose, though the girls were still hugging enough that it hadn't fallen off. Blushing, she tried to fix it but Quinn beat her to it.
Rachel was unable to look away from those beautiful hazel eyes as the blonde's slender fingers grazed across her chest, tucking the corner of the towel securely. Both girls' hearts were thumping wildly as Quinn's hand moved to Rachel's cheek, again brushing a lock of brown hair behind her ear.
Later, neither girl would be able to recall who had initiated the kiss, but they liked to think that it was mutual. Rachel tilted her head up as Quinn leaned down, until finally, their lips met.
In that moment, nothing else mattered—not the past, not their reputations, nothing but how soft Quinn's mouth was and how Rachel's lips tasted like cherries and how everything felt so, so right.
Their first kiss was sweet and perfect and better than either had ever dared to hope.
When they broke apart, both a little out of breath, the only thing Quinn could think to say was, "Do you want to stay for dinner?"
AN 2: Sorry if you all hate me now, but I'm not sure how far/fast this relationship should go. Suggestions? Also, I think the other kids in Glee club will be in the next chapter, because I love the Unholy Trinity friendship and there will probably be some mild Finn bashing as well. I've never written more than a two-shot before, so I'd love if you guys could leave your ideas in the reviews. Should I keep going with this story?
Until next time, peace.