I'm sorry if anyone was confused by the last two lines, they weren't meant to be there they were just some lyrics I had stuck in my head.
'Quinn, how did you know? I've always wanted to come here but I didn't want to come by myself.'
I laughed at how excited she looks, she looks like a three year old on Christmas. 'I didn't but I thought you'd like it.'
'Well I do.' She just looks so happy right now.
…
We were now sat in the club, talking whilst listening to the performers.
'You're better than all of them, you know?' I told her sincerely.
She turned to face me and giggled a little at the comment. 'Thank-you, Quinn.' She looked in thought her a moment. 'We should probably talk about stuff, shouldn't we?'
'Later, just enjoy yourself now.'
The performer walked off of the stage, bowing on his way. He was okay.
'The next singer is Quinn Fabray, make your way to the stage.' A overly perky man announced from the stage. Rachel was sat staring at me with a soft smile, almost as if she were daydreaming.
I reached the edge of the stage and as people realised I was in a wheelchair two men, obviously a couple, stood and offered to lift me up. I was glad for their kindness and thanked them.
'This song is for a very special women who sings far better than I can but ' I paused the nerves getting to me. 'here goes.'
I looked into her eyes and forgot about everyone else in the room.
Why do I just lie awake and think of you?
I need some sleep.
Tomorrow I have things to do.
Every time I close my eyes I see your face,
So I try to read, but all I do is lose my place.
Am I obsessed with you?
I do my best not to want you.
But I do all the time.
I do all the time.
I just had to call you up and say hello.
I know it's 3 AM.
And I saw you awhile ago.
But I still have this aching pain to hear your voice
To know your there
I don't seem to have any choice.
As I sang the chorus again I could the the tears in her eyes, I had tears in my own.
Am I obsessed with you?
I do my best not to want you.
But I do all the time.
I do all the time.
I'm so sorry I just had to wake you up.
I feel so lonely by myself.
Is this the way it feels when you're in love?
Or is this something else?
Am I obsessed with you?
I do my best not to want you.
But I do all the time.
I do all the time.
But I do all the time, I want you all the time.
Am I obsessed with you?
I was stuck sat there for a second taking in the people standing and applauding me, I was in shock. Rachel looked like she was too stood beside our table in the back, tears flowing down her face, hands in front of her like she was waiting for an embrace. I rolled to the edge of the stage again and the two men lifted me down, telling me I was amazing and wishing me look with my girl, I smiled at them.
'Quinn...' She was striding forward and pulled me up for a hug, deciding to sit on my lap because she wanted to hold me for longer so I rolled us both back to our table, the crowd finally stopped clapping and turned back to the stage. 'That was beautiful, I've never heard you sing like that.' She said into my neck.
'Thank-you, I've never sung to you before.' I whispered into her ear.
'You really are a charmer, Quinn Fabray.' She pulled back but still sat on my lap and I could feel every move her legs made against mine. How the hell am I going to survive the night?
'You know you like it.' I winked at her and she blushed and giggled.
Her face turned serious and she leaned back onto my shoulder to listen to the next singer. 'I know I like you.' She spoke softly.
'I like you too.' It was that simple, it was all we needed to say.
…
'Are you ready to leave?' I asked an hour later, after just sitting there listening, occasionally commenting on the singers or the song selection. The men who had helped me, sang a duet and I'd made Rachel stand up and applaud them and they'd waved to us.
'I don't want it to end yet.' She's so cute.
'Who said it had to?'
'Let's go.' She stood and pushed me to the door.
Standing outside she looked puzzled and kind of cold. 'So where exactly are we going?'
'Just go that way.' I raised my arm and pointed. ' You don't have to push me.'
'I don't mind, I would rather do that than watch you do it, I still feel bad.'
'Rach. Stop.' She complied and I turned to face her, she looked distort, remembering what happen, probably. 'It wasn't your fault, it was mine, I should have pulled over or replied when I stopped or something but I didn't. We're not going to blame anyone though because I'm getting better, it's already happened and it won't help anything to feel bad about it. I just … I had to get there, I had to stop it from happening. You weren't happy I could see it in your eyes, you just thought it was better than having nothing and he was the first person to treat you well. I'm so sorry that I didn't treat you right for so long and I'm trying to make it up to you now. I'm going to, I promise.'
'Quinn...No one has ever paid that much attention, I don't know how you knew that. You are going to walk again, you still feel them, right?' I nodded. ' I forgave you already for what happened so you don't need to make it up to me but you are doing a wonderful job at it by the way.' She was smiling again by the time she'd finished.
'I can definitely feel my legs, yes. You were sat on me for an hour, remember?'
'Oh, I'm so sorry, that must have hurt.' She looked genuinely horrified by the thought of hurting me, it was sweet.
'No, it didn't hurt. I meant that...umm...have you seen your dress?' I asked, nervously.
Her cheeks reddened considerably. 'I...I didn't realise that...umm...yeah.'
I laughed it off. 'It was a nice feeling though. Let's carry on walking, go left at the end of the street.' I turned and she started to push me again.
'Why don't you just tell me where we're going?'
'That's no fun.'
….
We turned the last corner about five minutes later.
'The park?'
'Yes, is that bad?' I asked, regretting everything already.
'No, no, no. It's just such a simple thing that everyone overlooks and it's lovely, Quinn.'
She pushed me again to a bench a little bit down the path, she then picked me up and put me onto the bench and sat very closly next to me. The trees surrounding us looked beautiful in the moonlight, I know another thing that looks beautiful.
'Rach, you look beautiful but you also look cold, I tuck off my jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. She just sat their shocked for a few moments and then that smile covered her face again.
'Thank-you, for everything.' She said it with so much emotion that I don't think I can take it.
'Why are you saying thank-you, you deserve it all. Hell, you deserve the world and I'm going to try my best at giving it to you.' I picked up her hand that was resting between us and intertwined her fingers with mine.
I could see it happening, her head slowly moving towards me but she looked uncomfortable, sat sideways on the bench and maybe I was over thinking everything but I really wanted to be able to stand before I kissed her.
'Rach... Just stop a second okay?' She froze, looking mortified. 'I want to kiss you, okay? Don't think that it's that.' She looked less horrified but not completely. 'It's just that I really want to be able to move my legs when I kiss you, I want it to be perfect.'
'Oh.'
'I'm sure kissing you any time would be perfect but I just don't want to look back and think that I couldn't walk, I know that it sounds stupid but it's just... how I feel and I want to make it special.'
'I understand, Quinn. I really just want to kiss you right now but I'll wait if that's what you want.' She looked dishearten but I could tell that she did understand.
'Yes, thank-you.' She leant her head onto my shoulder and started to draw patterns on the back of my hand holding hers with her free one; her soft touch sent shivers up my back.
We sat like that for awhile just allowing ourselves to be in that moment.
'The Finn thing, I'm sorry, he shouldn't have done that.' What was she saying? Outing me? How's that her fault?
'I know that he shouldn't have but that was nothing to do with you, it's not your fault.' She sat up so we were both facing each other, her eyes breathtaking in the moonlight.
'I guess but he's a jackass, I can't believe I ever talked to him, never mind get engaged to him. I think it all comes down to you. Sophomore year, I thought I was jealous of you being with him but I think it was him I was jealous of for being with you but I was too scared to admit it to myself. Seeing Kurt being constantly hurt everyday doesn't really give you much hope for what would happen.' Her eyes were so sad now, I bet mine were too because Kurt went through so much for so long and no one did anything about it, including us, it was horrible to think of now.
'I understand what you mean, when I freaked out last week it was because I realised what was going on between us, I just wanted to be with you so much and it scared me. I was so scared Rachel, my upbringing was so traditional, whatever that's supposed to mean, that it really scared me to death and I tuck it out on you and I'm so sorry. You can't possibly know how bad I feel and I left you alone whilst you were dealing with Finn and I can't forgive myself.'
'You really need to quit taking everything out on yourself, don't blame yourself forever for the few mistakes in your life. It's a little clique but everyone makes mistakes. It's a very scary thing to deal with for everyone, Quinn, even me who was raised by two dads and we live in Lima which might as well be the homophobic capital. I've dealt with comments about my dads all my life and it just makes me more proud to be their daughter because they've been through all that and still love each other so much.' How did she become so understanding? Really? It baffles me.
'Thank-you.' I kissed her head as she lay her head onto my shoulder again and we just sat with each other again, occasionally talking about things that didn't really matter or make sense. I've never felt more comfortable than I am with her.
…
Now, outside her front door with her sat on my knees, I felt as if the whole night had gone past too quickly because now she had to leave.
'I really should go.'
'Yeah.' I replied but she made no attempt at moving.
'I don't want to.' She whined like a two year old but it was cute.
'I know, me too.'
'Call me when you get home?'
'Of course.' Then she turned so she was facing me more and leant forward and kissed my cheek again, a action that I was really beginning to love. This kiss lasted longer than it had before and I missed it horribly as she pulled back, wrapped her arms around my waist, hugged me tightly and then stood up.
'Tonight was really perfect, I hope you'll take me out again some time.' She grinned, already knowing that I would be doing.
'Is tomorrow too soon?' I ask nervously, knowing that not seeing her now would be torturous.
'Not soon enough.' She was still smiling and I haven't seen her smile this much in such a long time. She began to take my leather jacket off her arms. I held a hand out.
'Keep it, it looks better on you anyway.'
'It looks huge, Quinn.' She laughed, the arms were far too long and yes, it did look huge.
'Yeah but it's mine, it looks perfect.' I just wanted her to have something of mine, okay? It signifies something, that this is serious.
'I hate to agree but you make a very valid point.' She leant back into me and gave me another hug and kiss on the cheek as she pulled away.
'Goodnight, Rachel.' She reluctantly opened her door and walked inside, giving me one last smile before closing the door.
'Goodnight, Quinn.'
I'm sorry about the whole song thing, I don't usually like them but that song in my head and could only imagine Quinn singing it and it's Obsessed- Miley Cyrus. And I don't really like her music but the lyrics went so well. Oh and the date wasn't that great of an idea but I actually forgot that Quinn was wheelchair bound.