I just posted a new chapter yesterday but I thought I might as well post a new one. I love where this is heading so far. Enjoy.
She was utterly shocked. Quinn Fabray had just kissed her. In her dorm room. In New York. Rachel was confused, she didn't know what to think.
She sat on her bed and pulled her laptop into her lap, and looked up Quinn on MySpace. Yeah she still had one, don't hate.
Maybe Quinn had her number on here. As she was scrolling through her feed she saw a picture of Quinn and her mother, looking happy. Then she went farther and found one of her and Finn. It didn't make her feel very well.
Finally she found her contact info and saw that her number was on the page. She copied it and quickly called Quinn.
After a couple rings the call was declined and she heard, "Hey this is Quinn, i'm not at the phone right now. Either i'm busy or just don't want to talk to you. Leave a message and maybe ill get back to you."
Rachel sighed and left a message, "Its me, call me back. I'm really confused and I need some answers Quinn." she threw her phone on her bed. She was suddenly really tired.
The diva removed her laptop and placed it on her desk, then laid down. She felt her eyes start to water. Not this again. I wont let this happen.
She drifted off into a dreamless sleep, and was awoken by a buzz of her bedazzled phone. Groggy, she got up and picked it up off the desk. It was nearly three a.m. who was possibly texting her?
"Sorry." It was from an unknown number. No, it was Quinn's. She sent back a quick text, "Quinn, what was that? Talk to me. Please."
After not hearing anything after a couple minutes she sighed. The diva guessed it was a good thing she was woken, she got up incredibly early to shower anyways.
People got rather annoyed she took so long doing her shower rituals that she started to go very early in the morning. Now was the most perfect time as ever even though she didn't get her full eight hours.
Rachel grabbed her shower bag along with other products for her face and a towel and made her way to the dorm showers.
Walking into the well lit room she placed her items on the counter and removed her robe after making sure no one was there. She adjusted the water and after it was at the right temperature, she got in.
She felt all the aches and worry was away from the hot water. She didn't know why Quinn was doing this to her, why she was doing this to herself.
Rachel thought she was over the blonde. But that kiss, it was like ripping open healing wounds. She never did really find anyone attractive at NYADA, she was more interested in her studies.
She stayed in the shower for a couple more minutes and vigorously washed her hair and conditioned it. Slipping on her robe, she stepped out into the freezing air. The brunette wrapped a towel around her wet hair and did her face routine.
After thirty minutes, everything was complete. No wonder people got mad, it took quite a while to get it all done. She grabbed all her things and headed back to her room.
Rachel forgot to lock her door, but figured no one would walk in at three a.m. She turned on her light and gasped. Sitting on her desk was a single rose with a note, "Words cannot explain how I feel. All I know is, you're my star."
There was no name for who had sent this. But she had an idea of who did. This must mean that Quinn is still In New York. This is so confusing. She sighed to herself, what was she going to do?
She texted Quinn again, "thanks for the rose. Can you please text me or call me?" she immediately got a response. "I don't know what to do, Berry. I don't know if I can show my face to you again."
Rachel sat down on her bed. Then sent a text back. "Tomorrow is Saturday, well today is. We need to talk, Quinn. Meet me at Central Park at 12?"
She didn't get a response for several minutes, then she texted. "Maybe, Berry. Ill see about it, but don't get your hopes up."
Rachel just giggled at this. First Quinn poured her heart out, then she tries to act menacing. She really never understood the blonde.
The diva decided she was going to get some studying done for other classes. She really needed to sleep but Quinn wouldn't stay out of her head and so sleep wasn't happening anytime soon.
Finally it was around twelve. So Rachel decided to walk. She loved walking around New York. It was just so beautiful. All the flashing lights, Broadway.
She finally made it to Central Park. It was also beautiful, all the trees and benches. The park. She sat on a bench that faced the park and waited for Quinn. She honestly didn't know what she was gonna say to her.
Rachel didn't know where this was gonna go. She didn't know what Quinn wanted, she barely knew what she wanted herself.
She waited for ten minutes, then thirty, an hour. No sign of the blonde. Rachel sighed to herself. Why did she even come out here? Why was she trying so hard for someone who probably didn't even want her?
Quinn was so hard to understand. Why couldn't she just come out and tell her what she wanted? It would be so much easier. But Quinn was playing games, and Rachel was done playing.
She pulled out her phone and sent a text, "I'm done with the games Quinn. You need to step up and tell me whats going on or just don't talk to me at all."
Rachel stood up, brushed off her skirt, and walked back to her dorm.