A/N :: Hope you enjoy this chapter, it contains a flash back that is very important.
As always, all mistakes are my own.
Disclaimer :: No, I do not own Glee yet, it still belongs to Ryan Murphy, but it would be a nice gift.
Rachel sighed inwardly when Sue let the matter drop, a cheerful smile rising to her face, as she turned her attention to the menu in front of her. It was still as non-vegan friendly as it always had been, but that really did not matter, there were still items on it that she could eat, thus, she made her decision and set the menu down, her eyes meeting Quinn's hazel ones, and they shared a nervous laugh. This caught everyone's attention, though no one said anything, most too afraid of what the combination of scary-Quinn and scary-Rachel would bring to say anything, and those that weren't, were still clueless about what exactly was going on, or knew better than to bring it up again.
"Rachel, I am curious, how do you like my new hair?" Quinn questioned, and while it was a simple question, it caught Rachel completely off guard.
"I lo-, I like it Quinn, it suits you," she replied, with a smile, trying hard not to think back to that first night they spent together in Quinn's dorm room, talking and laughing about the different looks they had tried over the years, and which ones they preferred on the other. However, the more Quinn smiled at her, the farther into her memory Rachel retreated, allowing the memory to fill her up.
They had just gotten back from karaoke night at the bar on campus and they were both a tad tipsy, Rachel more so than Quinn, who had become quite used to holding her liquor, unlike Rachel, who only drank on special occasions, after the 'Blame it on the Alcohol' debacle. Quinn had opened to her closet to pull out a scrapbook, originally wanting to show Rachel a picture of something or other, when Rachel distracted herself, by looking through Quinn's closet. The lack of sundresses surprised Rachel, as did the amount of dark-colored clothing in the closet.
"Hey Quinn, what's with your closet? I thought you were still mostly sundresses," Rachel asked, and Quinn just laughed, standing up from where she sat on the bed, and moving up behind her brunette friend.
"Nah, after that, thing, with my professor, I let go of the innocence. Besides, I like the jeans better, you can do so much more in jeans than you can a dress or skirt, did you know that?" Quinn laughed and Rachel laughed too, as she reached a hand up and gently grabbed a few locks of Quinn's blonde hair.
"I liked you better with short hair, and the pink had been a nice touch, you should dye it back sometime, but only if you cut it."
"You liked my short hair better? Everyone claimed I looked better with it longer. The pink had been a nice touch; I wish I hadn't dyed it back blonde so quickly." Quinn paused for a moment, before she continued, "I like your new look, though I do miss those short skirts." Rachel's eyes widened and she turned to Quinn, who had a devious look in her eye.
"Why would you miss the skirts?"
"Because they showed off those lovely legs of yours, that's why."
"Oh, oh, oh; are you a lesbian Quinn?" The question must have caught Quinn off guard because she took a few steps back. "I mean, if you are, that's okay, I am just, curious, is all."
"Well, more bisexual than lesbian. Why are you curious?"
"Oh, no reason, I just, I had always thought that, maybe, but then you only dated boys when we were in high school, but the way you looked at Santana sometimes, just seemed a possibility," Rachel said, a blush rising to her cheeks, as Quinn moved closer to her, so close that they were barely half an inch apart. Her breath caught in her throat as Quinn leaned in, her lips coming ever so close to touching her left ear.
"Really now, and why were you observing me so closely?" Quinn whispered huskily into Rachel's ear, Quinn's breath on her neck causing goose bumps over her skin, and her breath to catch in her throat once again.
"I, you always interested me Quinn, even before we officially met. You were beautiful and I wanted, I wanted, I wanted-"the feeling of Quinn's lips on her neck caused Rachel to stop in her tracks, her eyes fluttering shut at the electricity that spread through her body.
"You wanted what?" Quinn asked into Rachel's neck, and the brunette inhaled sharply.
"You," she exhaled, without even realizing what she was saying. However, the sound of knocking pulled Quinn to her senses, and she stepped away from Rachel rather quickly. The force of the separation snapped Rachel back to reality and her face turned the deepest shade of scarlet possible. "Who's that?" she asked as Quinn looked at the door.
"Probably my roommate, I'll be right back." With that, Quinn was moving towards the door, and Rachel found herself alone with her thoughts.
A few minutes passed before Quinn returned, and when she did, she was not alone. Next to her was a tall, raven-haired beauty with alabaster skin and blue eyes. Quinn introduced her roommate, and the three spent the rest of the night laughing and carrying on about fashion decisions that they regretted from high school.
When Rachel returned to reality, the waiter was working his way down the table, taking orders, and she had to pick her menu up, acting as if she was trying to remind herself what she was ordering, to hide the blush that was beginning to cross her face. Quinn was looking at her with a raised eyebrow, meaning Quinn noticed Rachel's trip down memory lane, which likely meant that the others had as well. However, before she could question it further, the waiter ready for her order, and she gave it to him, before handing over her menu, hoping that her face was not too red.
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The next chapter should be up soon, like, later today soon.