A/N: Ok so I had a great response to this, thank you all so much for comments, follows, favourites, and tummy scratch. As I'd mentioned this had come from a previous idea that got taken down so I went through a few of the chapters I had and re-worked/edited/wrote bits to bring you all a second chapter from Rachel's perspective.

I should mention I am quite medicated up at the moment trying to get rid of a cold so if there are any errors I did my best.

Disclaimer: As always I don't own anything and I'm not looking to offend anyone I'm just having some fun.

Parachute

Rachel Barbra Berry is pissed off.

It's not that you're naïve, you'd known a public declaration to Quinn was a risk and might not work out, but afterwards once Coach Sylvester had mega-phone insulted you off her field, Quinn had run after you, grabbed you in the School parking lot and kissed you. It wasn't a huge leap in logic to think everything had gone well and they could drive off into the sunset, roll credits, and live happily ever after, was it? I mean the fact that the Cheerios had helped you, surely this was the start of a new beginning.

Ok perhaps on reflection it had all been a little naïve, because there was no driving off into the sunset, Quinn had kissed you and then hurriedly left and the next day had been like any other. Quinn had given you that cold HBIC stare you'd come to know so well in junior year as you'd walked down the hallway and then bang a slushie facial from one of the football team along with a call of 'lesbo' from one of the accompanying Cheerios. That was new at least.

In fact the only thing that had changed in the last two weeks was 'RuPaul' and 'manhands' had been replaced with 'lesbo', 'dyke' and other variations. Something that you are oddly thankful for, because after everything that had happened with Kurt a change in name calling wasn't the worst thing that could have happened. So yeah, maybe you are naïve, publically declaring her love for a girl at school and not thinking of the potential consequences equals naïve.

But ok it's not really that naïve because it's not like the two of you haven't been leading up to this. There's been all these moments and sort of dates where you just connect and it's . . . agh it's electrifying and amazing and confusingly wonderful and magical, this plethora of emotions that makes you want to sing but also you'd happily be silent and content forever if you just had those arms around you or could hold Quinn's hand. It's like there's always been this two-sidedness to you and Quinn because regardless of how much she has tormented you, you have always gravitated towards her, no matter how much you think you hate each other you've always helped each other and when you think about it isn't that the set up for most musicals? The lead characters start out hating each other before falling madly and impossibly in love, look at Grease, look at West Side Story, Seven brides for seven brothers, even Wicked. No wonder you'd thought declaring your growing love for the girl via the medium of a public musical number had seemed like a good idea.

You also just needed more. No interaction between the two of you has been the same since Santana's party, the memory of your proximity, the feel of Quinn's hands and lips, you physically re-live it every time you are even just in the same room as the blonde and you know the other girl feels the same because as self-involved as people think you are, you are observant and aware, and you've seen the lingering looks and blushes.

The two of you have been spending more time together but it's all just too slow and you know you shouldn't push, that this must be difficult for Quinn, but she should understand, she should know that being with Rachel Berry means impulsive grand gestures, that you are an intense and dramatic soul who does not compromise who she is to suit others, while Quinn so easily switches and moulds to what people expect. It's frustrating and like you're constantly taking steps and leaps back and forth because you have seen and experienced how gentle and passionate Quinn can be in private, how genuinely happy and adorably nerdy, but then it's unsettling because in an instant she is back into that HBIC role and you're back at arm's length and there's nothing, no emotion.

That's what has you so pissed off, or rather who. Quinn. Two weeks and nothing. She's just ignored you; in the halls, in class, in Glee, your calls have gone unanswered, answerphone messages ignored, no responses to your texts. You had even gone round to Quinn's house, you'd been a regular to the Fabray residence before Quinn started ignoring you, and when Judy answers the door she gives you a sympathetic look, the woman loves you although she has no idea about the true intentions you have towards her daughter.

"Give her time Rachel. You know how stubborn she can be, I'm sure you girls will sort it out."

You have given her time and now you'd had enough. The slushie this morning and accompanying insult had been the last straw, you've reached your limit, and now wanting answers you are storming down the halls of McKinley in a red haze searching for Quinn.

It's probably for the best that when you do find the other girl she is walking alone to class, although in your current state of anger the presence of other people would have made no difference. As you catch up with the blonde you reach out and grab her wrist, spinning her round roughly.

"What the he-"

"You . . ." You're so angry but damn you haven't thought this through, haven't thought about what you would actually say when you found Quinn and now you are just staring at her, opening and closing your mouth. You see her look around and move to the side of the hallway, feeling a pull on your arm you realise you are still gripping Quinn's wrist and are being led by that grip through a nearby door. Once inside Quinn pulls her wrist away and closes the door, and you can see that you are in the upper level of the auditorium.

"Rachel."

You snap your eyes shut at her tone, oh god don't say anything else just say my name and leave it at that, as the thought of Quinn's rejection hits you and you squeeze your eyes more firmly shut in preparation, but there is just silence. You're starting to grow concerned that something has happened or you said some of that out loud and open one eye a fraction to take a peek, but you see that Quinn's focus isn't on you but the stage below.

Opening your eyes fully you follow Quinn's gaze to see a tall blonde sat with Brad at the piano. Sound, notes, a melody, eventually permeated your ears and brain and you realised they were playing a duet.

"I didn't know Brittany could play the piano."

You see Quinn furrow her brow at your comment, her gaze still fixed on the stage.

"Neither did I."

The sound of a deep breath being taken beside you draws your attention and your gaze meets that of the other girl's.

"What do you want Rachel?"

Her arms are crossed in front of her and the question is spoken in a low, quiet tone so as to not draw attention and disturb the pair on stage.

"I want a lot of things Quinn but I thought my singing to you expressed what I want quite well and from your response I thought it was mutual."

Quinn turns back to face the stage and you watch as she closes her eyes and raises a hand from her crossed arms to her face, closing her hand into a fist as she presses the backs of her fingers and knuckles to her face and mouth, you know this move, this is Quinn shutting off, don't let her.

"Correction I know these feelings are mutual Quinn, I may be naïve but I'm not that naïve."

There's the slightest upwards jerk at the corner of Quinn's mouth and the tiny action helps strengthen your resolve as you press on.

"I know this is complicated, well it is and it isn't, and it seems impossible but it's really not and going back to how things were isn't really an option here so can't we both just be honest and acknowledge that we like each other and work from there?"

The blonde remains unmoved and impassive, her eyes still closed, and it's exasperating. You suddenly feel drained and exhausted, the effort of chasing after Quinn, the stress of the last few weeks it just hits you, but you're Rachel Berry and you don't give up.

"Quinn I get that this isn't easy but it could be and I'm not going away I just-"

"What up Bs!"

The exclamation causes both of you to jump and back more into the shadows to keep yourselves concealed, you're still able to just see the stage and as you look down you see Santana emerge and approach Brittany and Brad.

You watch as Brittany jumps up excited and skips across the stage to envelope the Latina in a tight hug. Confusion clouds the blondes face as they part.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in class?"

"It's just Spanish. I mean seriously what can Mr Schue teach me, he barely knows his holas from his honchos. Plus you asked me to come."

"Oh yeah." Brittany giggles and you see Santana's face soften, as they clasp their hands together and swing them gently back and forth in the space between them.

"So what's this about?"

"I know you won't sing a song with me in Glee, but I thought maybe you'd sing one with me now, just the two of us?"

"Always Britt Britt."

Brittany is bouncing on the balls of her feet as Santana reaches a hand up to the other girl's cheek and pulls her down into a chaste kiss.

"Brad and I have just been practicing. You'll know it once you hear it just pick it up."

The tall blonde skips back to sit at the piano with Brad and with a nod they being to play a staccato tune and Brittany's voice fills the auditorium. It doesn't take long for Santana's voice to join in and as they blend together for the chorus you admit that they sound pretty amazing together and if you weren't aware of the Latina's fear of performing a duet with Brittany in public you'd suggest it for a future set list.

You chance a glance across to Quinn to share your opinion on their performance to find her staring at you, and you can't stop the knowing smile that spreads across your face. There's some parallel and similarity between the two girls on stage and the two of you, it's Santana and Quinn's fear that is holding them back, stopping them from following their hearts.

You feel the fingers of Quinn's hand brush against your palm and as they work their way to entwine with yours you give the other girl's hand a gentle squeeze. Subconsciously you register Brittany moving from behind the piano towards Santana and you catch the movement of their dancing together across the stage out the corner of your eye as you pull on Quinn's hand and bring the two of you face to face.

Your free hand moves up to cup the other girl's cheek and as your thumb runs over soft skin, Quinn leans into your touch, ducking her head until eventually your foreheads are pressed together. Encouraged by the intimacy of the action you let your fingertips flex and reach around to find the soft hairs towards Quinn's hairline at the back of her neck, knowing that scratching at them is a weak spot for the blonde. It's difficult to focus with the proximity but you catch the blonde's eyelids fluttering closed as you stroke through the fine strands and she nuzzles further against your hand.

At the sound of a contended hum you feel your heart swell and pulse pick up, the air between you is increasingly electrifying as you become fixated on the lips that are so close that as you wet your own dry lips you feel tingles through the tip of your tongue at the near contact. It only takes a little pull and a tilt of your head and your lips connect, just for a brief second as Quinn draws back.

"Rach-."

You don't want to talk, you don't want to reason or argue about this, you don't want to be ignored any longer, so your response is to take advantage of Quinn's parted lips, and reconnect yours around her bottom lip. This time it sparks a mutual slow exploration and as your lips move together you relish in the softness and tingle that spreads throughout your body. Your fingers thread more tightly into blonde hair, pulling the two of you closer together as hands and arms slide around your waist and moans are swallowed into open mouths.

The feeling of light headedness means you reluctantly have to pull apart but you're quick to bring your foreheads back together, not wanting to lose this closeness and intimacy yet.

"Rach."

"Yes."

"Look at me."

You're hesitant to move, to lose something that feels so indescribably right and mind-blowing and hasn't been given a fair chance. Slowly you open your eyes to meet bright hazel ones.

"I like you."

The smile that spreads across your face is unrestrained and wild.

"I like you too Quinn."

It's the only response you can manage to articulate right now and Quinn breaks out in a matching broad smile before she brings your lips back together and you just revel in the words, in the feelings you have at their being spoken, the now empty stage and its events forgotten for the time being.

A/N2: As always comments and reviews are magical.

The song I had in mind for Brittany and Santana to be singing was 'parachute' hence the title of this chapter. I know it's a song that has been used quite a lot in various fics but it does just hit the right notes, as it were. I don't know how well people will be acquainted with it but I know and love this song through the cover version Cheryl Cole did, and that is what I was listening to when this idea came to me. Actually this originally started out as a Brittana fic which evolved but the basic idea has remained. Anyway, my point (there is one I promise) I have such a strong visual in my brain for this and it's difficult to put it in words, the Cheryl Cole version has a sort of tangoesque feel to it, go youtube it and watch the music video (I love the choreography in her videos) and I kind of see Brittany and Santana using hints of that. Also in her version towards the end when she's singing the 'I won't fall out of love' bits, it's kind of done in a round and harmonised which I like and would work well in my scenario of two people singing it. Hopefully that made some kind of sense and just gave a sneak peek into my brains inner workings.