When Quinn comes back into the room about an hour or so later, freshly showered and with a breakfast tray in her hands, she's glad to see Rachel still fast asleep. She tiptoes quietly over to the bed and places the tray on the nightstand. She kisses Rachel on the forehead, and picks the tray up again when Rachel starts to stir.
Rachel opens her eyes to Quinn beaming, holding a tray and looking beautiful. "Hi." Rachel says with a smile.
"Hi. I made you breakfast!" Quinn says eagerly, setting the tray in Rachel's lap when the still drowsy girl sits up. A simple plate of fruit, and a bowl of Rachel's favorite vegan cereal. Quinn watches for Rachel's reaction to her presentation.
"Come here." Rachel leans up as Quinn leans down, and with a soft kiss Quinn is reassured.
Quinn sits at the end of the bed, her legs curled under her, and watches Rachel eat. Rachel looks back at her, and soon they're having a staring contest. Quinn starts to laugh when Rachel continues eating without breaking eye contact and Rachel shouts a contempt, "I win!"
Quinn reaches over to the nightstand for the phone she'd pretty much forgotten about, and opens it to find a surprising amount of text messages.
Sylvester wants me to tell you we have an emergency practice, but she didn't tell me to tell anyone else. Watch out, I don't know what's going on. –Santana
Coach Sylvester is having a special practice just for you…maybe it's a party! –Brittany
Quinnie, we need to have a talk. –Mom
Q. Practice. Three pm. Meet me in my office first. –Sue Sylvester
Make that one pm. –Sue Sylvester
Something is seriously going down. Sue has been bugging me about making sure you go to the 'practice' all morning. –Santana
Quinn sighs and types out a response to Santana and Sue, telling Santana not to worry, and telling Sue that she'd be there.
Rachel finishes her breakfast quickly, and sets her tray aside. She sees Quinn's distraught look.
"What's wrong?"
Quinn hands Rachel her phone, and Rachel flips through the texts quickly. "Oh. That's probably not good."
Quinn looks to Rachel's bedside clock and sees that it's already nearing eleven. Two hours until the 'practice'. She looks back to Rachel and sees that the smaller girl is pouting. "What is it, Rachel?"
Rachel sighs, "I thought I had you all day."
Quinn knows that she should be more concerned about Rachel's sadness, but mainly she just thinks that Rachel is cute. And she doesn't really blame herself. The pout, the bed head…Quinn is quite sure that no one has ever looked cuter than Rachel does now.
When Quinn leans towards her, Rachel is ready to accept the kiss she's sure is coming, but is surprised when Quinn just wraps her arms around the smaller girl and squeezes her tightly. Rachel is momentarily disappointed, but soon snuggles against Quinn and relaxes against her. After a few moments, Rachel begins to squirm. "Hold on, Cheerio."
Rachel climbs out of bed, carefully makes her bed, and then climbs into Quinn's lap. When Quinn is able to hold her much closer, Rachel sighs happily and tucks her head into Quinn's neck, closing her eyes and relaxing.
When Quinn starts humming their duet, Rachel smiles. But when Quinn reaches the part where Rachel is supposed to come in, she stops. "That's your part."
Rachel leans back and looks up at her. "But I like listening to you." Quinn smiles, but blushes. Rachel kisses her, and her embarrassment is forgotten. They stare into one anothers eyes in a comfortable silence.
Rachel almost doesn't want to speak, but the words come tumbling out of her, cutting through the silence. "Is there anything you need to talk about? About…all this stuff?" Rachel gestures awkwardly between the two of them.
Quinn chews on the inside of her lip. She knows Rachel wishes they didn't have to keep their relationship quiet. That's why she was asking. "I'm not sure. I guess I don't know what I'd want to talk about. When I'm with you, I'm comfortable with myself. But then we go to school or out in public and I'm just terrified that everyone knows. That they're judging me and I'll never get to…DO anything because of it. I feel ridiculous after the initial feeling, but while I'm in that moment, I'm almost…paralyzed with fear. As lame as that sounds."
Rachel kisses Quinn's cheek. "It doesn't sound lame. You're worried about your future. It makes sense."
Quinn nods slowly. "Yeah. I guess I am. My parents have made sure that every moment of my life; I've been working towards my future. It's important to me. I don't want to jeopardize it."
Rachel smiles and nods. Quinn continues, "But then I see your fathers. They're successful in their lines of work. They've got a nice house, a great daughter…" Rachel giggles and kisses Quinn at this comment "and they don't hide that they're…" Quinn trails off before saying the word.
Rachel takes Quinn's hands in hers. "Gay?" Quinn nods.
"Why don't you want to say the word?" Rachel asks.
Quinn ponders it for a moment. "Because that makes it real," she whispers.
"Do you think that you're gay?" Rachels asks quietly.
"I'm dating you. I slept with you. And I enjoyed it. Like a lot. That makes me gay, doesn't it?" Quinn asks.
"It could. Or it could mean you're bisexual. Or it could mean you're heteroflexible. Or it could just mean you like me bunches." Rachel giggles.
"I guess I don't know what I am." Quinn sounds worried, so Rachel looks her right in the eyes.
"And that's okay. You don't have to know what you are."
Quinn looks at her strangely. "But I want to know what I am!"
Rachel can't help but smile. "Okay then…who do you see yourself being with? When you look into the future, what do you see?"
Quinn blushes. Rachel gives her an odd look and asks, "What?"
Quinn kisses Rachel softly before saying, "I see you."
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It's almost five minutes after one before Quinn even pulls up to the school. She hadn't bet on Rachel asking to come with her, and she'd had to explain to the other girl that it was probably best if she wan't there.
She ran to Sue Sylvester's office, and wasn't surprised to see the woman sitting in her office chair, glaring.
"Sorry I'm late." Quinn starts to offer an excuse, but is cut off.
"Spare me, Q, I don't need your excuses. Though I am disgusted with your tardiness, I could really care less where you were."
Quinn nods, and sits quietly.
"Q, I got a call last night. From your mother."
Quinn could swear that her heart stops beating for a moment. "My mother?"
Sue nods. "Yes, your mother. Charming woman, might I add. She expressed some fears about who you were spending your time with here at McKinley. And I had to agree with her. I've started to notice similar things. I should've known that letting you stay in that Glee club too long would turn you soft."
"Coach Sylvester, I-"
"Save it, Q. I'm not interested. You've always been a favorite of mine. I thought you were strong enough to withstand the terrible Mr. Schuester, that mop-headed little bane of my existence, but I guess not."
Quinn lifts her head and looks at Sue. "What are you saying?"
"I want you out of Glee club."
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Rachel sits nervously on the living room couch. She hasn't been able to sit still since Quinn left. She figures that the meeting with Sue Sylvester has something to do with what happened between Rachel and Quinn's mother.
Rachel tries to sit and watch a movie, but ends up pacing the living room. She tries to sing her half of their duet, but that just makes her think of Quinn and worry more. Finally, she does the only thing she knows will calm her in this situation. She texts Kurt.
So I'm really worried about Quinn at the moment and I didn't know who to turn to and figured you'd be able to help me stop freaking out so much. –Rachel
What's up? –Kurt
Quinn has a meeting with Sue Sylvester. –Rachel
Oh god. –Kurt
That's what I'm saying. I don't know what to do. This is probably my fault. –Rachel
Hey, calm down. You're fine. Whatever it's about, Quinn will be able to handle it. She's knows Sue Sylvester well. –Kurt
You're probably right. But I'm worried. What if she's in a lot of trouble? –Rachel
If anyone would be in a lot of trouble, it'd be you, honey buns. –Kurt
That's true…-Rachel
So don't worry too much. I'm sure it's just "Official Cheerio's Business". –Kurt
Hopefully. –Rachel
So, you two getting it on yet? –Kurt
Talk to you later, Kurt. –Rachel
That means yes. –Kurt
Rachel rolls her eyes, but can't help but laugh. She feels slightly better, but is still worried about Quinn. Her heart skips a beat when she hears a car door slam outside. She runs to the front door and throws it open, and is face to face with Quinn.
Rachel gasps, not expecting Quinn to be so close already. "Hey."
Quinn smiles at her. "Hello."
Rachel's forehead wrinkles. "…So?"
Quinn looks at Rachel, who chews on the inside of her lip.
Quinn takes a deep breath. "I quit the Cheerio's."
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