Ever since that day in the auditorium, Quinn had been even more distant. She'd ran out of the auditorium, leaving Rachel, and her journal behind. Filled with questions. Rachel was burning with questions, that needed answers. The last question that had burned its place in Quinn's mind, was 'Who is the girl?'
It was now Thursday evening. Quinn had stayed home for the past week, with her mother's permission. That wasn't so easy to get, but Quinn got her way. Like always. She was sort of like Rachel in that sense. When she was determined about getting something that she wanted, there was no turning back. Nothing that anyone could say, could get her to possibly change her mind.
Judy was out. She had left that afternoon, to go on a business trip, and she didn't arrive home until the Sunday coming up. A sudden knock on the front door startled her, and brought her out of her daze. Yet puzzled her. Who would be at the door? Her mom wasn't supposed to be home until Sunday, and she didn't order any pizza. The blonde took a glance down at her current outfit, and rolled her eyes in disgust. Sweatpants, and a baggy sweatshirt. Her hair was tied in a messy bun which sat on the top of her head. She definitely wasn't looking her best. But, it couldn't be anyone important. Maybe someone got the wrong house.
Quinn cleared her throat a little and took a deep breath before she opened up the door, her eyes widening in surprise. "Berry?"
"Hello, Quinn. Where have you been? Skipping school can go onto your attendance record, and that won't get you into great colleges that could be offered to you. Also, I have some questions for you." Without even asking, Rachel let herself in, and eyed Quinn's body up and down, causing the girl to shift nervously.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but my attendance record is none of your business. Come in, Berry," Quinn said with a roll of her eyes, and gently closed the door. "what are your questions?" An eyebrow quirked, and her arms were now folded across her chest as she leaned up against the wall.
"Well, I'm a little confused here. What about Finn, and Noah?" Rachel kicked off her rosy red ballet flats, which were tied together with a cute little bow.
"What about them?" The blonde scoffed, and made her way over to the couch, in which she took a seat on. Relaxed into the cushions.
"There's a girl that you fancy, at least, that's what your journal said. What about Finn and Noah? Didn't you love them? What happened with that?" Rachel followed Quinn like a lost little puppy, and took a seat beside the blonde on the couch.
"Of course I loved them, Berry. Why are you so concerned about this?" Butterflies arose in her stomach.
"Because, " Rachel scoffed, sitting up a little straighter on the couch, "because, I'm confused. I never knew you were- I mean, it's fine that you are. I just, never knew-"
Wow, Rachel was finally speechless. Quinn rolled her eyes, and shifted her body a little so that she could fully face Rachel. "I'm figuring myself out too, you know. I'm confused."
"What are you confused about, Quinn?" Rachel's eyebrows knitted together in confusion, and her hand landed upon Quinn's shoulder in comfort.
"My feelings. I'm wondering, if maybe she is my only exception. Have you ever gotten butterflies from a person? From the softest whispers? At even the smallest of touches?" Quinn's heart was racing beneath her chest. She wanted it to stop beating so fast. She wanted the butterflies to disappear. Just vanish.
"Yes, I know exactly what you're talking about, Quinn. It's okay. There's nothing to worry about." Little did Quinn know, was that Rachel was feeling the exact same thing. Though, it was hiding deep within her. Beneath the eyes, it was hiding.
"Look at me," Quinn adjusted herself again, to make sure that there was eye contact between them. It wasn't until that time they made true eye contact, that Quinn really recognized Rachel's beauty. She was breathtakingly beautiful. "Now, could you close your eyes for a minute? It'll just be for a minute."
Rachel looked more confused than ever. Was this just some prank? Her stomach tied in nervous knots, and it took her a few minutes to consider the idea, but she did it. She did as she was told, and her eyes slipped shut.
And slowly, inching her way towards Rachel's body, the distance between their lips grew shorter and shorter. The distance that was between them, before their lips would connect in a kiss, grew shorter and shorter. Quinn couldn't take it much longer. The pain and ache that grew tremendously as she waited for their lips to touch. She couldn't bare it any longer. She wanted to, no, needed, to feel Rachel's lips pressed against hers for the first time. Quinn moved in a little too quickly this time, and their lips crashed together. Was it the heat of the moment? Was it the way that their lips seemed to move so beautifully together? It was almost as though Quinn was a puzzle with a missing puzzle piece. All throughout her life, she had been in search for that puzzle piece, and now it was right in front of her. Rachel Barbra Berry was the missing piece of Quinn Fabray. Was Quinn, Rachel's missing puzzle piece?
A squeal of surprise left Rachel's plump lips, in which Quinn was kissing. Quinn was pouring every little bit of passion into the kiss, like she had been waiting for this kiss her entire life. Well, she had been waiting for it her entire life. She just didn't know it until this moment.
"Quinn," Rachel began, feeling her hands reach up to find their place on Quinn's shoulders. "what is going on?"
"Shh." Quinn whispered against the confused Rachel's lips. "Just, shh." She didn't expect Rachel to listen. But maybe this time she would. With the feeling of Quinn's lips working perfectly against hers.
It didn't take long until Rachel was dead silent. The only sounds that could be heard in the room now, were the sounds of the two girls. The kiss that was being shared between them. The faint sounds of the tiny whimpers that were escaping past Rachel's lips. It was only a kiss. A kiss that the two girls had never experienced in their lives. A kiss filled with nothing but passion, and love towards each other. This kiss could knock the wind right out of them. Blow them out of the world, shake up reality a little, for the best of everyone. It was nothing that they had ever experienced in their lives. For Quinn, it compared to her, when she was head cheerleader. For Rachel, it compared to when she was singing on stage.
And with another faint whimper, Rachel pulled away from the kiss. Breathless. Speechless. For once, Rachel was speechless. Their breathing was shallow, yet seemed to harmonize together perfectly.
"You're not saying anything. Is that a good thing, or is that a bad thing?" Quinn asked, a little nervously. Out of breath. Though, she hid the fact that she was out of breath from the kiss. If anything, Rachel would criticize her, and give her points on how this wouldn't happen.
"It's… I'm just taken aback. I didn't know that you felt this way about me, Quinn." Rachel's hands were still resting on Quinn's shoulders. Subconsciously tracing little patterns on it with the pad of her thumb. Even the slightest contact made shivers run up Quinn's spine.
"I didn't know, either. I didn't know, until we made that eye contact tonight, Rachel. I didn't know," Quinn's voice began to tremble as she spoke. "until the moment that our lips touched. That was when everything changed. I don't know if you felt the same love that I felt in that kiss, but I just wanted to let you know how I felt about it."
"You just called me by my real name," Rachel couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips. Hearing her own name come out of Quinn's lips was like the cherry that topped everything off "I felt something that I have never felt before. I never knew what love truly felt like, I've never truly experienced love. Until, well, now that is. I'm just so confused, Quinn. Why would you like me? I'm not usually one that someone would fall for. Look at us. You're the girl that everyone looks up to at school, you're like the leader. You're popular, beautiful, everyone likes you, Quinn. Why would you choose someone like me? The outcast? Face it, everyone hates-"
Another kiss. She couldn't take it. She couldn't take Rachel's words of disgust towards herself. Especially since she was so beautiful. Her beauty just blew Quinn completely away, and she was dumbfounded that it took her until now to realize the girl's true beauty. "Don't talk like that about yourself." Quinn breathed out against Rachel's lips, and pulled away from the kiss. The brunette only nodded her head in response, and stayed completely soundless.
"You're beautiful." As soon as those words left Quinn's lips, they burned a place in Rachel's mind.
"Thank you, Quinn," Rachel's head tilted downwards, facing her lap to try and hide the crimson shade on her face. "can I kiss you again?"
"Please, kiss me." Quinn laid down back on the couch and rested her hands on cushions, her eyes shifting to Rachel's. Their eyes met, and their hearts stopped. It was almost a natural response for Rachel, to lean down and connect their lips in a kiss. Their lips connected, and they both felt as though they didn't know where one body started, and the other body ended. They seemed to connect as one. A beautiful masterpiece. They wanted no end to this kiss.
"This is okay, right, Quinn?" Rachel asked, her body resting upon Quinn's, almost tentatively. She didn't know whether or not if it was going too far, or if Quinn felt comfortable with it just yet. After all, it was their third kiss.
"It's perfect." Words of reassurance. Quinn's hands found Rachel's, and their fingers laced together, making both of their hands begin to sweat. "It's okay, Rachel."
Rachel felt at home. Quinn was her shelter; and she felt safe in the warmth of the blonde's arms. So in them she snuggled into, her hands finding their place on the girl's slim waist, pulling her body up towards her own. Minute by minute, she gained more and more confidence. Quinn settled more comfortably into the couch, her knees bent slightly by Rachel's sides. She wanted more and more of Rachel. Not more, as in more that they both wouldn't be ready for, and able to handle, but she wanted as much of the girl as she could get. As much as she would let her have.
Rachel's lips parted after a few minutes of deep, passionate kissing, and Quinn took this opportunity for her tongue to slide between the girl's soft lips. The gateway to her mouth. Where their tongues would meet, and dance together perfectly. The beating of their hearts together, harmonizing, was the song in which they were dancing to. A moan fell from Quinn's lips, as their tongues fought together for dominance. Rachel obviously won, and took her golden opportunity to massage Quinn's tongue with her own, causing another moan to escape past the blonde's lips. "Rachel…" Quinn breathed out, and wiggled a little beneath Rachel's petite body.
"You're so squirmy." Rachel whispered and allowed a soft giggle to escape past her lips, causing Quinn to smile. She couldn't help but smile, at how absolutely adorable Rachel was. She pulled away slowly from the kiss, and pulled Rachel's small body down beside her own to snuggle into.
"You're adorable, Rachel." Rachel blushed at Quinn's compliment and hid her face in the blonde's shoulder in attempt to hide her blush, which obviously didn't quite work well on her behalf. It worked out for Quinn, to prove her own point. "See? Adorable." A grin appeared on Quinn's face, and she reached down to tuck a stray strand of the girl's brunette hair behind her ear.
"No, Quinn… If anyone in this room is to be adorable, surely it would be you." Rachel nodded her head quickly, three times. Quinn counted.
"Let's both just be adorable, then." Quinn whispered, pressing a kiss to the brunette's forehead, who happened to be pouting.
"No, just you," Rachel said, stubbornly. "you're the only adorable one in this room."
"Shh." Quinn silenced Rachel by connecting their lips in a kiss, knowing that it would definitely shut the girl up. It was sort of like her tool, you could call it. But it meant much more than that to her. Each time they kissed, it was like their first kiss. Her legs would go weak, her stomach would fill with butterflies, and she had to fight the urge to just kiss her all night. They kissed for a few minutes. Until Quinn pulled away, leaving Rachel longing for more. She noticed the girl's small pout as the kiss broke.
"You are the biggest tease that there is, Quinn. I'm absolutely positive of that." Rachel said with a shake of her head, and noticed the blonde just laying there, staring at her with a look of love in her eyes. Almost as though she didn't hear a thing that Rachel had said.
"I've actually been waiting for this, for so long." Quinn finally breathed out, her fingertips running up and down Rachel's arms, causing goose bumps to form beneath her touch.
"Quinn," Rachel began, and grabbed Quinn's hand to hold it in her own. Interlock their fingers together. "I think that deep down, we've both been waiting for this moment for so long. Maybe our entire lives. Each time I kiss you, I, I see fireworks. I feel fireworks. And each time I look at you, I feel like I'm complete."
"I feel like you're my missing puzzle piece. That you complete me. That I wouldn't be a whole without you." Were those tears, running down Quinn's cheeks? No, they couldn't be. But why would her cheeks be wet otherwise? Rachel reached her hand up to the blonde's face, and swiped the tears away with the pad of her thumb. Each time Rachel touched her, Quinn felt a jolt of electricity through her body. Rachel touched her, like she was a piece of delicate glass, and could shatter easily.
"You're crying, Quinn." Rachel breathed out, and carefully observed the features on the girl's face.
"You just make me feel so special," Quinn took a deep, nervous breath before she continued to speak. "I just have a question."
Rachel tilted her head to the side in confusion. Was it a bad question? Gulp. "Of course. What is your question, Quinn?"
Deep breaths. "Will you be my girlfriend?"