Your Turn

DISCLAIMER: GLEE AND THEIR CHARACTERS DO NOT BELONG TO ME.

Wednesday II

A/N: WOW! The response to the last chapter was amazing. Anyway, I'd just like to remind you all that this was inspired by Playing Games. I didn't really want it to be too similar or anything and I hope I've made that clear by now. On with the show! Warning: This is packed with FLUFF!

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9PM and Rachel is out the door, alerting her fathers that she'll be taking an evening stroll. The wind was cool and the girl is clad in a simple argyle tshirt and skirt, like usual. Her hair is in braids, representing her day spent tending to her backyard, getting ready for Saturday's party.

The night air was crisp and cool, but not too cold so that Rachel shivered. It was refreshing, really. The brunette breathes deeply with every small gust of wind and begins humming a little tune.

The park is illuminated with street lights and the sky is illuminated with stars. It was perfect, really perfect. Rachel had set out on a mission to clear her thoughts. Now that her party was finished being planned and her backyard and house was already set up, she had plenty of time to concentrate on the one subject that kept her head spinning round.

Quinn Fabray.

She's getting sick and tired of the countless text messages asking her when she'll be asking the blonde out or if they already made out yet, the latter coming mostly from Puck. And oddly enough, nothing has come from Finn in a long time either. Not that she minds, it's just easier like this for now.

Rachel decides that the best place to think is underneath the giant tree that she sings under for the kids. She often comes to that area to sing at night when she didn't want her neighbours complaining about the sound. For some reason, no matter how loud she would sing, no one would come to complain.

And then she sees it and her breath is nearly taken away. Those golden locks illuminated by moonlight and starlight, and that pale and delicate face that looks to the sky as if asking a question.

"Quinn?" Rachel calls out, practically running towards the sitting ex-cheerleader.

Quinn looks surprised but completely ecstatic to see the brunette. She offers her a seat next to her.

"How do you know about this place?" Rachel then asks quietly, offering a curious face.

The blonde bites her bottom lip, "I've seen you sing here at the park before..."

"Ah! Were you the one who informed Puck, Matt and Mike about my location?"

Quinn simply nods as Rachel raises her eye brow, "Why didn't you come too?"

The blonde smiles softly at the plea in her voice, "I was busy that day Rach." that and she wanted the boys to weed out the facts from Rachel.

Then silence. The small brunette is switching her focus from the sky to Quinn's illuminated face while fidgeting in her spot. She's still standing up and her hands are hidden behind her back, her aura screaming shyness. The blonde is simply staring at Rachel, trying to invoke some sort of reaction. This goes on for about 2 minutes, but it seemed like an eternity to Rachel.

"I like you," the young star spits out, her face blushing under the moonlight.

Quinn smiles at this, slightly surprised but once again, incredibly ecstatic.

" I know," she responds simply, smirking at the way Rachel flinches to that statement.

"And you like me..." she continues, not bothering to ask Quinn how she knows of her feelings.

"Thank you, Captain Obvious," the blonde replies sarcastically, earning her a playful eyeroll from the brunette.

"And so, according to most relationships I've experienced, read about or seen on the media...When you put two and two together-"

"I know, Rach. I already asked you out."

Some more silence as Rachel tries to distract herself from Quinn's perfect smile. If she wasn't careful, she could easily pounce on the girl. And perhaps kiss her. And perhaps escape into the hazy dream that was her hair and her body and...

"What? Still not ready yet?" Quinn asks, interrupting Rachel's train of dirty thoughts.

The brunette wants to say that yes, she is ready but the words just don't want to come out. Instead she manages to say, "Can we not discuss this right now?"

The blonde sighs, trying to hide her aggravation. Rachel was seriously testing her patience. Now if only she wasn't so into the stubborn girl.

More silence passes before Quinn collapses onto the cool grass, extending her arms around her and giggling as her hair falls around her face. Rachel watches her curiously, smiling at how adorable the Fabray was being. Then blushing afterwards when Quinn flashes that damn, perfect smile of hers towards her direction.

"Come lie with me," the blonde asks, not caring how dirty that might sound and loving the fact that Rachel wouldn't think of it like that.

"I..." the brunette mumbles, bringing a finger under her chin, "That's not very sanitary, Quinn. You know- AH!"

And with that, Quinn pulls the smaller girl towards her, causing her to fall onto the ground. There's a shriek as the two tumble and roll around in the grass. They look as if they were five year olds, having a senseless wrestling match. Rachel was trying to find her centre and Quinn was simply taking advantage of the moment. There were giggles and shouting, but no one got hurt. If Rachel didn't feel so embarrassed, she'd want the moment to turn into some sort of 'Can You Feel the Love Tonight' moment. After a few rolls, the two manage to stop, side by side, with a clear view of the starry night sky.

There's another silence, but this one isn't awkward at all.

"The stars are gorgeous tonight," Rachel almost whispers, turning a little to see Quinn staring right back at her. She's blushing, but she's not looking away this time.

"They seem especially more beautiful tonight," Quinn responds before returning her attention to the sky.

It's only seconds before Rachel shyly maneuvers with her hands, trying so desperately hard to find Quinn's fingers. But the second they're found, is the second they intertwine and the second that time stops.

And the girls exhale at once.

"I usually come here when I'm feeling down," Quinn says, running her thumb over the back of the brunette's hand.

"Is that so? Rachel replies, concerned, "What's the matter, Quinn?"

The blonde gives Rachel a look and she understand immediately.

"Oh. I'm sorry."

Quinn scoffs, "It's not your fault, Rach. It's my fault. I should've known that being the head cheerleader would bite me in the ass someday."

"Language."

"Uh, yeah, sorry. Anyway, don't apologize. Really, it's my fault for falling for such a stubborn girl like you. And to think, I thought I had you at your party."

"You did."

"But?"

"I just couldn't."

"You just couldn't what?"

"Quinn, can we not ruin the moment with this senseless babbling? We're underneath the stars, holding hands and I can barely seem to concentrate on anything or anyone else. It's probably the most romantic scene I've been in my entire life and I'd rather it not be interrupted with argueing."

The blonde can only laugh at this and squeeze Rachel's hand tenderly. She guesses that it'd be too much to ask for anything more. Life was never easy, but she really did wish that everything would fall into place right now and that they would just get on with their lives already. Too bad Rachel's such a drama queen and needs to think this over so much. God, what did she see in her again?

And there's that silence again. Rachel didn't even care that her cellphone was buzzing in her pocket. It was probably someone from New Directions asking her what to bring for the party or something.

"Quinn, do you mean it?" the brunette then asks, looking at the blonde next to her.

"That you're stubborn?" the girl teases, smirking.

"No! When you declared...your love to me...was that?"

"God, Rach. Must you make it sound so dramatic?"

A whimper.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. It's just..."

Rachel stares at Quinn, her eyes shining with something the blonde just couldn't put her finger on.

"Rachel, I have never even felt love until that night with you at the karaoke place."

The blonde could swear that those were tears forming at the corners of Rachel's eyes.

"I did very much enjoy your rendition of that Police song."

"I know, you told me that it was 'nearly perfect'." The two laugh in unison, Quinn turning over to spoon the smaller girl.

She feels Rachel shudder and tense beneath her.

"Is this okay?" she asks cautiously, playing with Rachel's hair with her free hand.

"Y-Yes," the young diva responds, hoping that the star light wasn't revealing her very pink face.

And the two stayed in that position for the next possible hour. At least, that's what it felt like. Quinn found Rachel's hair to be incredibly enticing and Rachel didn't want to be anywhere else in the world. She felt like she fit so perfectly into Quinn's arms that if they were to seperate, she'd feel some sort of emptiness or loss.

"Hey Quinn," the brunette mutters, breaking their long silence, "Can you sing for me again?"

The blonde giggles at this request, the shaking of her body causing Rachel to giggle in return.

And with a breath, Quinn begins her serenade and Rachel simply closes her eyes. She doesn't want to take up too much time with the song, seeing that it was getting late so she decides to start with the second verse.

"Maybe I know somewhere deep in my soul that love never lasts.
And we've got to find other ways to make it alone.
Or keep a straight face.
And I've always lived like this keeping a comfortable distance.
And up until now I sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness.

Because none of it was ever worth the risk.

Well you are the only exception.
You are the only exception.
You are the only exception.
You are the only exception.
You are the only exception.

I've got a tight grip on reality,
but I can't let go of what's in front of me here.
I know you're leaving in the morning when you wake up.
Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream.

You are the only exception," she repeats this line over and over again and it causes goosebumps to form on Rachel's skin. The tears from earlier finally emerge from her eyes and she just feels so overwhelmed with happiness. Was this really happening?

"And I'm on my way to believing. Oh, and I'm on my way to believing," and with that, Quinn sits herself up and brings Rachel along with her.

"It's getting late," the blonde mutters, screaming at herself internally for not allowing the two to fall asleep together on the grass. She notices the tears in the brunette's eyes and almost asks about them, but soon she realizes that they were tears of joy. In that moment she's completely satisfied, but at the same time she wants to hug the girl and never let go and fall back into their earlier routine. But good things must always come to an end.

"You're right. My dads are probably really worried at the moment," Rachel replies, not looking at Quinn, knowing that her face was pouting and red.

Quinn doesn't say much afterwards, but plants a very soft and tender kiss on the smaller girl's lips before whispering a goodnight.

A/N: Hey guys! My first week of school was pretty great. Though I must tell you now that I'm banned from the computer unless it's the weekend, which includes friday. So expect an update once a week from now on. Please review, and hang in there!