Your Turn
DISCLAIMER: GLEE AND THEIR CHARACTERS DO NOT BELONG TO ME.
Wednesday
6AM like usual, Rachel jumps out of bed and pulls on a pair of shorts and a tank top. To finish it off she ties her hair up, plugs her earphones into her head and begins her 'Jogging Playlist'.
It was a nice, summer Lima day and the brunette didn't really feel like staying inside on her elliptical. Jogs were nice to do at least twice a week and today seems suitable. Locking the door behind her she begins her treck towards the park.
However along the way she finds herself side by side a very familiar boy. He was wearing a red headband, a muscle shirt, shorts and something that looked along the lines of goggles.
"Hey Rachel," he finally says, turning to her staring figure. Rachel? Subtle? Never.
"Kurt?" she replies, recognizing his voice. There wasn't many boys like Kurt in Lima. In fact, the closest thing would probably be her parents.
"I've never seen you on this route before," Rachel continues, the two slowing down their pace in order to make talking easier.
"I started jogging a while ago because Mercedes thinks I'm getting fat."
Rachel almost doesn't answer, but after a meaningful pause she manages to say, "How long is your routine?"
"Oh, just one hour each morning. It's not that much right now, but I'll get around to extending the time," he breathes easily, flashing Rachel a toothy but tiresome grin.
"Is that so?" Rachel replies, not returning the smile, "I go for about 2 hours when I decide to jog instead of simply using my elliptical."
Kurt decides not to continue this conversation, knowing that it wouldn't go anywhere. Seriously, if he was to continue, he wouldn't be able to prevent himself from yelling at her to shut up.
After crossing a wooden bridge, the took make a silent consensus to stop for a 5 minute breather and water.
"So," the boy mutters after gracefully chugging down half his water bottle.
"So?" Rachel repeats, closing her star encrusted waterbottle.
"What's the deal with you and Finn?"
Odd, was Kurt still interested in him after living with him for so long? And why would he bring it up? Sure they've become friends now but Rachel still thought of it as a touchy issue.
"We are no longer together, Kurt," she replies sternly, "That's what the deal is. I'm sure that I've made that point clear at my party."
The Hummel nods, a small smile on his face, "What happened?"
"Nothing. There's nothing, therefore we are nothing. I no longer have the same feelings that I used to have for him."
"Is that right?"
"Yes, and although I must make it a point that he's as straight as an arrow," she hopes that her words don't hurt the boy's feelings. After all, they'd been sort of more or less bitter towards each other over the year, she could at least try to maintain whatever friendship they had now.
He laughs, "Oh, don't worry about me Rachel. I'm not interested in him anymore, especially after seeing him for who he truly is after living with the big guy for so long."
"I see," she takes another sip of water, looking away.
"So," another pause, he looks at her curiously, as if he was on a mission.
"So?" she repeats again, getting sick of the questions.
"What's the deal with you and Quinn?"
A pause. Rachel wants to react properly, she wants to react correctly and without any dripping suspicion. But it was impossible.
"Excuse me?" she squeaks immedietely, her pitch so high that only dogs could hear her.
Kurt smiles coyly, Rachel not catching on, "What's going on between you and Quinn?"
"There's nothing going on, Kurt. She hates me, we both know that."
"What makes you think she hates you, Rachel?"
"She calls me Treasure Trail, RuPaul, she drew pornographic pictures of me on the bathroom stall-"
"Hold up, Rachel honey, relax."
And she tries.
"When was the last time she did all of that?"
The young diva can't respond right away, in fact she has no response. She cannot recall the last time it had occured.
"Exactly, she doesn't hate you," Kurt confirms, motioning for the two to continue their jog.
"She was playing with me," the brunette replies, looking forwards at the path before her, "The party, she was just toying with me. Whatever she feels, whatever I felt, it can't be real."
"Wait a second," jackpot, "What did you feel?"
"I was aroused, Kurt."
"Okay, too much information there, Rachel-"
"I wanted to kiss her, I wanted to make her mine."
"Seriously, you should stop-"
"But it doesn't make any sense. She's made highschool horrible for me, teasing me, using her popularity to keep mine down, she's even thrown a slushie at me."
"Rachel, people change."
Another moment of silence. Kurt waits for some sort of answer, his eyes darting towards her every couple of seconds.
"I don't get it Kurt, she's never been nice to you either."
He sighs, "Like I said, people change. Quinn's different now."
"Why are you doing this?"
"Because I'm concerned about yours and Quinn's well being," that and he's a nosy son of a bitch...and also, Quinn actually asked him to do it. He may be friendlier with Rachel now, but he didn't exactly find spending an hour jog with the Berry to be something to look forward to. A threat and a half later and he's talking to Rachel anyway.
"I see," Rachel responds half heartedly, not entirely sure what to read of this situation. She's thought about Quinn for a while now, in fact the reason she was so firm with Finn was because she was sure she had some sort of feelings for the blonde girl and she needed to make sure all other obstacles were out of her way.
The rest of Kurt's hour passes in seconds as the awkward silence between them became pure silence. He waves goodbye to her as she's left alone to think on the trail.
xxxx
"Hey Quinn," the boy mumbles, holding the phone close to his ear.
"You sound tired, how was the run with Rachel?"
"It was okay, she didn't talk as much as I thought she would."
"What happened?"
"She said you 'aroused' her."
The other end bursts into laughter, Kurt simply rolls his eyes.
"Seriously though, Quinn. You never explained this sudden interest in Rachel Berry of all people. I thought your kind had high standards or something."
Quinn decides not to comment on that last part, "I'm not suddenly interested, Kurt. I've liked her for a while now."
"And how long is 'a while now'?" he was honestly very curious. He makes a mental note to discuss this later with Mercedes.
"A while after joining Glee club."
The day seems to be chopped full of silence. While Kurt stands, gaping at no one, Quinn fiddles a little with her golden locks.
"I didn't think you'd be that surprised, Hummel," she teases, rolling her eyes playfully.
"Quinn Fabray and Rachel Berry. Together. I'd love to see the day."
"And you will. Soon. I'll make her mine."
"I'm not so sure about that Quinn, Finn hasn't given up yet," he recalls the boy mumbling something about Rachel the other day.
She scoffs over the phone, offended by this so called challenge, "She already says that she's not interested in him. They have like, no chemistry. I knew that from the beginning."
"Yeah, sure," Kurt responds, pretending to be bored of the conversation, when secretly he just wants to run to Mercedes' house.
"Listen to me, by the end of summer, Rachel Berry will be mine."
"You have no idea how disturbing that sounds coming from you."
"Shut up, Kurt," she retorts, feigning offense.
"Listen, Quinn. I know I haven't exactly been friends with Rachel or really liked her until recently, but don't hurt her feelings, okay? You better not be joking about all this."
"Believe me, I'm not joking."
"Okay then, talk to you later Quinn. And good luck."
"I don't need luck."
"Right, later."
"Later."
Quinn sighs into her pillow, throwing her cell across her bed. She needs to make this perfect. Rachel Berry, although quick to fall for Finn, Puck and Schuester has never showed any interest in a girl until her little 'aroused' comment. It was time to take action, especially since the girl was so dense to not pick up anything at her part.
"Rachel Berry," Quinn mutters to herself, determined, "You will be mine."