Yeah. I'm an asshole. Trust me you don't hate me as much as I hate myself for not updating. Sadly, I got no feedback for question's but it doesn't really matter. The Spanish will be italicized and bolded, but it'll be in English.. because I really don't want to butcher it since I'd be using Google Translate.
"So, now that we've got them all translated, do you want to type out our answers in Spanish and English so we know what to say for the interview?" Quinn questioned. They were currently sprawled out on the bed, with Quinn laying on her stomach near the foot of the bed and Rachel with her back up against the headboard, sitting with her legs crossed.
Rachel nodded, stretching out her arms above her head, pulling them behind her. Quinn couldn't help but admire the volleyball player's abs, not noticing how she subconsciously bit her lip. Rachel noticed, and she couldn't help but grin because holy fucking hell that was hot. As to why Quinn was biting her lip, she was as clueless as ever. She hopped off the bed, "Imma go get some food, want to come?"
"Didn't you just eat like 20 minutes ago?"
"Exactly. That was 20 minutes ago." Rachel stated, as if there was nothing wrong with that. "You coming?" Quinn slid off the bed, walking ahead of her and towards the stairs. Yes, Rachel thought. Being the pervert that she was, she slowed down her pace so that she would be at just the right step to stare at Quinn's backside as they walked down the staircase. Yes. She was a pervert, but do she got a booty? She doooo.
. When Rachel got to the kitchen, she quickly popped open the fridge, looking for something to eat. "So wadya want to eat? What's your favorite type of food? We can order something if there's nothing here that you like," Rachel said.
"I believe that that was one of the questions for our interview," Quinn mused.
"What we wanted for take out?" Rachel's eyes grew wide.
"No, silly, what your favorite type of food is." The petite brunette gave her a look when she called her silly. It just sounded really weird, but she kind of liked it.
"Oh, so what is it?"
"You'll find out when we do the interview," Quinn smiled.
"So, wadya want to eat now?" Rachel questioned.
"I'm good with whatever."
"Pizza it is," Rachel shrugged. After getting approval from Quinn she pulled out one of the many frozen vegan pizza's in her freezer. She let the oven preheat before sliding it into the oven. "So… should we bring down our laptops to work on it while we wait?"
"Yeah, the sooner we get this over with, the better." Rachel couldn't help but be a little bit offended by the statement, even if that wasn't what Quinn was intending.
Quinn had already finished her answers by the time the pizza was done, so she decided to help the brunette by taking out the pizza and setting it on top of the stove to let it cool. Rachel still had a few questions left. She looked up and noticed, the odd look Quinn was giving the pizza.
"Trust me, Quinn when I say that that pizza is one of the best you'll ever taste, Santana and Puck can vouch for that." Quinn had yet to ask how exactly Santana and her were so close.
So, she decided to just ask Rachel herself. The curiosity was killing her. "How do you know Santana so well?"
"Oh, uh we hung out a lot over the summer," Rachel shrugged, averting her eyes from Quinn's questioning look. Knowing full well that she wasn't happy with the answer she gave her. She quickly tried to finish the last few questions of their assignment.
She hopped up from her chair as soon as she was done, noticing that Quinn was still standing there deep in thought, probably still trying to figure out their relationship. Rachel pulled out the pizza cutter from one of the drawers, and scooted in next to Quinn. After cutting up the pizza, she picked up one of the slices, and held it in front of Quinn's face encouraging her to take a bite. Quinn looked at her shyly, (holy shit that was cute) before taking a small bite from the corner of the pizza. Quinn couldn't help but let out a small moan when she realized how deliciously amazing the pizza was. Her eyes widened, as she blushed scarlet red. Rachel had totally just wet her pants hearing that. "Uhm.."
Rachel chuckled, "I told you it was good! Don't worry about it, besides if a girl appreciates food enough to let out a moan like you just did, you know she's a keeper."
Quinn gave her a look, but on the inside she melted, liking what Rachel had said a bit too much. Rachel thought she was a keeper...
"I mean, uh, not for me but like if a guy were to hear a girl do that then he should know that she's probably a perfect girlfriend." Rachel cleared her throat, taking a bite of her own slice of pizza, not noticing the disappointment on Quinn's face who continued to eat her pizza as well.
After they finished eating and cleaning up, they migrated back upstairs, with Rachel a few steps behind, admiring the view. If Rachel and her thoughts were wrong, then she did not want to be right.
"So by record he means like actually record, right? Or does he want us to video tape it?"
"I'm pretty sure we need to voice record it."
"Cool beans. I really don't feel like putting on clothes," the volleyball player stated. Quinn smiled at this.
"Okay, so let's get started," The cheerleader opened up a voice recorder application on her laptop, and pressed record. When Quinn did the introduction, Rachel couldn't help but chuckle at how cute she was, making Quinn stop the recording.
"If you keep laughing, we're never going to get this done."
"That's fine with me," Rachel shrugged, wanting to spend more time with the head cheerleader.
"Well, unlike you, I actually have plans later," Quinn hissed.
"Ouch, who said I didn't have plans?"
"You did, just now." Quinn rolled her eyes.
"No, I said that I wouldn't mind spending more time with you," Rachel clarified, much to Quinn's delight. Afternoon Delight. "Not that it's any of your business, I actually do have plans, I have open gym later and then I might workout with some of my teammates afterwards."
"Is that all you do, Rachel? Play volleyball?" Quin mocked.
"Pretty much, Is cheerleading all you do?"
"No.." Rachel cut her off.
"Oh, really? Then what are your plans for later?" Rachel smirked.
"Actually, if you hadn't cut me off I would have said that I have a social life. I'm going to a party."
"Oh." Rachel replied calmly; however, Quinn could detect her shock. It was no surprise to Rachel that Quinn would be going to a party, but she was surprised that Quinn actually had plans and wasn't making it up. "Boring," Rachel deadpanned.
"I think you're the first person to ever tell me that parties are boring," Quinn laughed.
"I don't see what's appealing about a bunch of sex-driven teens grinding and getting shit-faced," Rachel explained.
"I don't know, maybe it's just being able to let go for a while."
"You partake in this… getting shit-faced? I wouldn't expect cool and collected head cheerleader Quinn Fabray to get wasted… well at least in front of people."
"You're right, I'm not, but I can see where they're coming from." Rachel nodded. For her, volleyball was her getaway but it made her wonder what exactly Quinn wanted to get away from. She was perfect. "Anyways, we should probably hurry up and get this over with, since we both seem to have plans."
"Sounds good." Quinn quickly did the introduction then asked Rachel what her favorite color was.
"My favorite color is light green."
"Why?"
"No reason."Because it's the color of your eyes. Did that sound as gay as I thought it did?
"Quinn, what is your favorite color and why?"Rachel thought it would be better to try and put some of the questions together to save time.
"My favorite color is light blue because it's pretty."
"What is your favorite sport?"
"Volleyball, of course." Quinn rolled her eyes at this, it was obvious to anyone.
"Why?"
"Because, it's what I love. It's one of the main things I look forward to. It's my lifeline." Rachel shrugged when Quinn gave her a look that made her think she was judging her.
"What's your favorite sport and why?"
"Cheerleading because it gives me power."Quinn looked at Rachel, knowing exactly what she was thinking, and stuck her tongue out at her.
"Berry, what's your favorite subject and why?"
"Definitely not Spanish,"Rachel muttered, but she knew that was a lie because that was her main class with Quinn. "Probably, Chemistry because it's interesting."
"What is your favorite subject?"
"English, because you don't have to memorize any formulas." Not that that was a problem for her. She was a straight 'A' student.
"What's your favorite type of food?" Rachel asked, grinning.
"Italian."Is it because people usually associate Breadstix with Italian food? Even though it was far from legit Italian food.
"What is your favorite type of food, Rachel?"
"Japanese, I guess."
"How do you get to school?"
"A magical flying carpet. I drive a car." Rachel stated, annoyed that such a simple question would be in this interview. Even asking for a favorite color could have more depth to glared at her, biting her cheek to keep herself from laughing.
"How do you get to school?"
"I carpool, to save the planet."Rachel held her hand dramatically to her heart as though Quinn was Miss America and had just said one of the most inspirational speeches of a life time.
"Where do you want to go to college?" Quinn asked, rolling her eyes at Rachel's display.
"Anywhere I can play volleyball, honestly. Where do you want to go to college?"
"An Ivy League or a nice private school."
The questions went on in a similar manner, most of them were pretty simple. They learned a lot about each other through those few question When they finally reached the 20th question for each person, they stopped the recording, finally finished.
"Ugh, I hate Mr. Shue. He probably won't even understand what we just said," Rachel groaned, lying back on her bed.
"True… anyways, you really want to go to college to play volleyball?" Quinn wondered. Why she was so interested in this, Rachel had no idea.
"Well yeah, Quinn like I said earlier, volleyball's pretty much it. It's probably the one thing I care most about," besides you. "I've already sent in some recruiting videos, and I've gotten a few replies, and recruiters are planning to watch some of our game, mostly for the seniors though...but what about you miss Ivy League?"
"I'm working really hard for it, but I'm not all too concerned about getting in, it's mostly for my parents." Rachel noted the obvious contempt in her voice.
"Oh, well where do you really want to go?"
"I mean, it would be nice to get into an Ivy League school but the odds of me getting in are pretty slim, I actually think the UC schools are kind of nice. California's gorgeous.. well it looks beautiful from what I've seen at least," Quinn smiled, looking at her laptop to see what time it is. It was only half past two. Quinn wondered when Rachel had open gym, but she didn't have to get ready for her party until five and she wanted to spend more time with the brunette. So, she decide to stall. After discreetly hiding a saved file of the recording onto her usb, she 'accidently' deleted the main file. Whoops.
I know, I haven't updated in FOREVER and I'm overwhelmed with guilt, and hopefully if you guys are still reading this, know that I'm sorry for not updating in so long. The reason that Rachel and Quinn are flirty one second and then not the next is because of how unsure they are with how the other might feel and yeah.. they have a weird relationship. Ugh, I just want them to make out already.. but it's going to happen soon :3 I just want them to develop some more. Sorry if there's a lot of errors.. I just really want to post it already before I go to bed because it's Finals Week. Wish me luck, even though I don't deserve it from you guys.