Your Turn
DISCLAIMER: GLEE AND THEIR CHARACTERS DO NOT BELONG TO ME.
Tuesday II
A/N: School starts in a couple of days guys...Hopefully I'll be able to finish this series before things get really busy. Final year and all...
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1PM and Rachel's sitting on her couch staring at an empty television screen. She's spent the past hour or so thinking about, who else? Quinn Fabray. Those words, her voice, that tone, it wouldn't escape her mind. She wouldn't allow it to escape her mind.
Did it really happen? Of course it did. Rachel Berry takes pride in her memory and observation skills and that moment definitely happened.
Quinn Fabray told one, Rachel Berry that she loves her. If the brunette were to hear those words only a month ago she'd probably die of either shock or laughter. The whole concept of the most beautiful woman in the world who used to be enemy number 1 in love with her was something extremely hard to swallow. The young diva was having a hard time as it is absorbing the fact that she even liked her.
Oh yeah. The blonde never had a chance to answer her question because she ended up rambling like usual. Old habits die hard, of course. Not that Rachel minded. It's good for a person to be expressive, especially if that person was planning on becoming a star on Broadway.
What happens now though? Should Rachel run into the arms of the blonde now that she claims to love her? She was already done forgiving her for the past but the brunette's insecurities were beyond those of the average teenage girl.
"Oh!" she exclaims, rushing towards her laptop to open her WordPad. Perhaps a list of Pros and Cons is a sufficient way to deal with this.
"Pros," the girl reads outloud before listing them. "Quinn's...beautiful, without a doubt, she's an honour roll student, she's a great singer albeit occasionally sharp, she's a great dancer, a much better kisser than Finn, she understands my Vegan needs, she's very tender when we're...out together."
Rachel takes in a deep breath before going over to the cons, "She's called me names since I can remember, she's thrown slushies in my face, she's written horrendous comments on my myspace page, she's a girl," this point strikes an odd one in Rachel...did that really matter? So she deletes that last one...though the thought doesn't exactly leave her mind.
She then clicks on the Pros side again and writes, "She's apologized for everything," and following up by deleting everything on the cons list.
With a sigh she returns to the Pros side, "She has a dazzling smile, she has gorgeous skin, she always smells nice, I like her." Her breathing picks up as she stares at the monitor. Those last three words...maybe if she just saw it. "I lo-"
That's when her phone buzzes.
hey Rachel! wanna feed the ducks w/ me? -B
Is Santana with you? -Rachel
ye, but she wants u 2 come 2! -B
The young diva stares aghast at the small screen before her, doing her best not to lose her grip on the cell.
Seriously? Don't play jokes on me, Brittany. -Rachel
just come, pls? -B
The brunette releases a sigh.
Fine. -Rachel
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Today Rachel feels like a tank top and skirt combination is necessary since the weather outside was pretty extreme. She walks casually towards the duck pond, wondering why in the world would Santana want to see her. Maybe hell hath frozen over and they were going to make amends or something. Or even better, become friends.
When the clearing of the path showed the pond, Rachel automatically smiles at the two girls holding hands while talking. It must have been nice to be so...obviously in love. The light was perfectly shining off their faces as well. It was a like a scene from a movie or something.
"Hello," Rachel says timidly, hoping that she's not interrupting a sweet moment between the two.
"Oh hey!" Brittany greets, immediately running over to hug Rachel. The brunette returns the hug just as affectionately before meeting the gaze of Santana.
"Hello, Santana," the young diva greets, offering a smile. Her eyes try to meet Santana's darker ones.
"Okay, listen up Berry," her tone is a little harsh yet...soft at the same time. It was almost music to Rachel's ears, but shocking at the same time.
"E-Excuse me?"
"Tell me straight up, do you like Quinn?"
"She does, San!" Brittany cheerfully says, throwing her arms around the latina and snuggling her head into the smaller girl's shoulder. It would look awkward if Brittany wasn't so adorable.
"I want to hear her say it, baby," Santana cooes, patting the blonde's head.
"I...I do," she replies with less hesitation, nearly blushing at the thought of the list she was making on her laptop. And it's not like it was her first time admitting it or...well having someone else admit her feelings. Brittany was already way too aware of it. Despite her...slowness at times, the girl was painfully observant.
"Good," the Latina replies before returning her attention back to the ducks. They were quacking and eating bread crums and swimming around and doing duck...type things.
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"How was your day?" Rachel asks the both of them, trying to lessen the awkwardness of the situation. However only Brittany gives her the attention.
"We've been here since dawn!" the blonde admits, nodding furiously. Rachel raises her eyebrow at this.
"Sa-"
"Don't say anything, Berry," Santana threatens, shooting a bitch-glare at the other brunette. She just knew that Rachel would make a very lengthy point of how the latina was obviously very much whipped.
The rest of the time is spent in near silence as Rachel finds the ducks to be incredibly adorable...and not only the ducks, but the couple next to her. She didn't mind not being addressed too often, but relishes in the softness and happiness that emitted itself from Santana's body. It was odd yet refreshing at the same time. Brittany had some sort of hold on the latina and everytime they held hands or hugged, it was as if they were one person. Like they melded together, like they fit together. It was so painfully romantic and Rachel wanted something like that.
"Say, Brittany," Rachel manages to pull her courage from the serenity of the situation, "How did you know that you loved Santana?"
The young diva flinches when the Latina sends a disapproving glare. But she doesn't say a word when Brittany smiles at her.
"You mean, how did I know that I love S?" Rachel nods, "Well, it wasn't hard for me to realize it. Sex was always better with San and she makes me happy."
Rachel turns to Santana to hear her answer, "Same thing," she says simply instead of ignoring the question.
It seemed so easy for the two of them. Sex was better? They make each other happy? And here they are as if they were perfect for each other. The type of love so many people struggled to find.
"It took her a while to admit it though," the blonde follows up, kissing the tanned girl on her forehead, "San is actually a little insecure sometimes."
Vulnerable Santana was definitely cute, Rachel thinks as a blush spreads across the small cheerleader's face.
"I wish I was as sure as yourself, Brittany," Rachel says, hanging her head a little low.
"I still don't get why you and Q haven't like, made out yet."
"Ew, B, can we not think about it?"
"Why? I think it's hot."
"And I think I'm about to throw up."
"Not on the ducks!"
"Ladies!" Rachel interrupts, firmly standing up now, "Enough with this arguing. Anyway, to answer your question, Brittany, me and Quinn are not an item."
"Remember, B? Quinn was complaining about it when she came by this morning."
"Oh yeah."
Rachel stares at the two as they remember what happened that morning. Was Quinn really that serious about her? What should she do?
"How did you two come to terms with your... sexuality?" Rachel interrupts again, remembering her list from earlier. She nearly whispered the last word, blushing only a tad bit.
"I'm sexy," the blonde responds simply.
"Who gives a fuck about sexuality, Berry?" she crosses her arms and rolls her eyes, "I didn't expect to hear that question from you, Ms. I have two gay dads. Geez."
"How was Rachel made if both the parents are guys?"
"Surrogate mother or something like that."
"Huh?"
"One of the dads gave their sperm to some lady."
"Wow, what a nice lady. Pregnancy is so uncool and like...painful. Who would do it for a stranger?"
"Um, Brittany and Santana?," she interrupts once again, sheepishly this time.
"Yeah?" the two say in unison.
"I have a question."
"Duh."
"How long exactly has Quinn...liked me?" she didn't want to use the word 'love' in case the other pair had no idea.
Santana and Brittany turn to each other before nodding.
"Sometime after we all joined Glee club."
And that's when Rachel fainted.
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"Britt, stop crying, she's not dead."
"But she hasn't moved in an hour!"
"She's breathing though, look, her chest is rising and falling," the latina did her best to console her best friend, rolling her eyes at how stupid the situation was. Stupid Berry, going into denial and shock and ruining her day out with Brittany.
Rachel snaps awake, her head colliding with Santana's.
"Why you little-"
But before Santana can say anymore, Rachel had run off, leaving a trail of dust.
"What was that all about, San? Are you okay?" Brittany caresses Santana's forehead as she says this, concern clear in her eyes.
"Berry was just being a moron in denial, Britt, it's all okay." The two press their foreheads together after, the sensation of the blonde against her skin healing all wounds and melting all thoughts of murdering one, Rachel Berry. Their hands also tangle together before Santana leaves a kiss on Brittany's lips.
"Hey San?"
"Yeah B?"
"Can you dance like a duck for me again?"
"..."
"I'll do that thing you like."
"Of course I'll dance like a duck for you, B."
A/N: Read and review please~ Believe me, it helps the mind and fingers work.