AN: Okay so the conflict of this fic (as every story needs a conflict) is soon approaching. Some of you have made some guesses and all of them have been great. I really wish I could use all of them but I can't. I'm not sure if there is actually a word to describe what will happen (there probably is) but I hope that it feels original enough.
After a few good morning kisses, Rachel went to the bathroom to freshen up for the day, leaving Quinn all alone in her bed. Her morning routine would take a while and in that time Quinn found herself humming a tune. She was happy, happier than she had been in, she couldn't even remember how long. But there was a lingering thought in the back of her mind that told her that something wasn't right. She tried not to think about it. She tried not to ruin everything, but as she glanced at her bag she couldn't help but think of her spell book and wonder, what if?
It was a silly thought, or at least that's what she told herself. It just seemed like an odd coincidence. Of course it could have been luck or maybe even fate. Quinn liked the idea of it being fate. She waited for Rachel to finish up in the bathroom and when she was done, Quinn borrowed a towel and took a shower. After, they had a nice big breakfast with the Berry men. They ended up taking separate cars to school, which saddened Quinn, but they agreed to enter the building together.
Through traffic they stayed close to one another and when they reached the school parking lot they exited their respective vehicles and met up at the main entrance. Rachel latched on Quinn almost immediately, wrapping her arm around Quinn's waist and nuzzling her face into her neck. Quinn's cheeks reddened and she wrapped her own arm around Rachel's shoulders. They walked in together with Quinn focusing on the hallway in front of them and Rachel focusing on Quinn.
The way Rachel was staring at her made Quinn a little nervous. Luckily no one in the halls paid them any mind. Quinn escorted Rachel to her locker and helped her carry her books to her first class. When they got there, Quinn gave Rachel a peck on the cheek to which Rachel responded by kissing her right on the lips. A random passerby happened to witness their interaction and promptly walked into an open locker, falling flat on his back. Quinn glared at the boy and he scrambled to his feet before cowering away in fear. Rachel giggled and pecked Quinn on the cheek. "Don't be mean."
Quinn had expected Rachel to be more upset with her behavior and the fact that she didn't seem to be made her feel so much more guilty. "Sorry."
"It's okay. I'll see you later."
They parted and Quinn headed off to class with a bit of a spring in her step. When she had first seen Rachel and first fallen in love, Quinn had felt the most amazing and terrifying feeling that she had ever experienced before. What she was feeling now was very similar to that but it wasn't scary. It was bright and warm and nothing, not even that lingering thought in the back of her mind, could ruin her mood. A moment later she was proven wrong when Santana bumped into her.
"What are you so happy about?" she asked with smirk that said that she already knew.
She knew that it would easier to just tell her; she would have ended up telling her eventually anyway. Quinn didn't really want to tell her though. She knew Santana and she knew that if Santana knew then she wouldn't have s single moment to enjoy what she now had. That irritated her. "Do you really have to ask?"
After a moment of though Santana answered, "Nope, but I'm asking anyway."
"You already know why," Quinn pointed out, striding past her best friend. Behind her Santana doubled her pace so she could get in front of Quinn and halt her movement. Quinn growled but Santana was unfazed.
"All I want is for you to say it."
Quinn didn't quite believe her, but there really was no avoiding it. She grit her teeth together. "Fine. Me and Rachel are together now. Happy?"
"Very." And then Santana did the unexpected and stepped out of the way without a word. Quinn rose an eyebrow at her, but wasn't about to question her behavior. She continued on towards her class and she went down the hall she heard Santana call out, "Britt is going to want that double date!" And that pretty much explained why she was being nice, and it also ensured that she'd have make that double date happen soon. But before that, Quinn wanted to make sure that she at least had a normal date with Rachel first.
She hadn't much time to think about that. Things had just happened so fast. One day she was picking on her and pulling her hair (for the spell of course, not because she just wanted her attention) and the next they were making out on top of Rachel's bed. It was the kind of thing you'd miss if you blinked. They were together now and they hadn't even gone out once. Quinn didn't like that and she set her mind to remedying the situation.
In between doing her work she tried to plan out the perfect date. She knew that the Lima Community Theatre was having an upcoming performance of Les Mis. It wasn't Broadway, but it was the closest thing that Lima had… that is if you didn't count Rachel Berry. Quinn had no doubts that Rachel could easily outperform anyone down at the theatre, but she'd still appreciate their shows. It was a safe bet to see a musical for their first date, but admittedly Quinn just wanted to do something nice for her girlfriend.
Her girlfriend. The words sounded so weird in her head, but in a good way.
It would be a while until she would next see Rachel, and in that time Quinn wanted to prepare for her date. There wasn't much she could do aside from plan, but there was one vital piece of information that she really needed. It was sad to admit but Quinn had no idea of when the show was supposed to be. Musical theatre wasn't exactly the most popular thing in Lima so show times were often far apart and fairly random. She could easily drop by later on and find out, but she was already planning to spend some time with Rachel. And she wanted to at least get things partially set up before asking her out. She didn't like having to do so, but she sent out a text.
Quinn: Hey, can you do me a favor?
Almost instantly her phone buzzed, indicating a response. Her face scrunched up in disgust as she read the single word. Of course he would end up answering like that.
Puck: Anytime ;)
She had expected something like that, and she almost began to regret trying to ask for his help. But as it was, Puck was the only person right now that might cut class to help her out. Santana was another option, but since she currently had a class with Brittany, the likeliness of her assistance was pretty low. Puck on the other hand would be easy to convince. All she had to do was give him a reason to leave school for a while.
Quinn: Not like that you pig!
Puck: Oh come on. You know you want it.
Quinn threw up a little in her mouth. This was so not worth it.
Quinn: Forget it, I'll do it myself.
She was about to stuff her phone back into her bag but then it buzzed in her hand. Quinn sighed. There was no telling what was next. There was a chance that he was apologizing, but there was also an equal chance that he was being his typical perverted self. Quinn decided to take the risk and read his text. If there was anything wrong with it she swore that she'd kill him.
Puck: Wait, I'm sorry.
Quinn waited a bit before responding.
Quinn: So you'll help?
Puck: Sure, I guess.
Quinn started typing down what she needed him to do, but mid text her phone buzzed again.
Puck: Does this have anything to do with Rachel?
Quinn swallowed thickly. It was the second time that someone had asked her about Rachel. She couldn't really blame them. After the scene Rachel had made the day before it was completely understandable if people were curious. And the fact that Quinn had chased after Rachel would only bring up more questions. Her thumbs were idly hovering over the keypad of her phone. A minute or so had probably passed since his text was sent. He, just like Santana, would easily guess that she was lying.
Quinn: Maybe.
Quinn: Yes. We're together now all right?
After some thought she realized that there was no point in lying. Puck wasn't the smartest guy around, but he would have been able to piece things together after hearing what she wanted him to do. She waited for him to get back to her. But then a minute passed by and then another and no text came. There were a multitude of reasons explaining why, but Quinn was feeling impatient.
Quinn: Puck?
Puck: Give me a sec. I'm picturing it.
Needless to say, Quinn didn't text him back for a while. Eventually though, she was able to able to get him to check when the next show would be. It took a while, but he was able to her the information that she wanted before the end of second period. It was great timing because it gave her the perfect opportunity to ask Rachel out. And even better, the next show would be later on in the week. When the bell rang she quickly made her way to her next class and eagerly awaited Rachel's arrival.
Quinn opened her mouth to ask her out, but before she could get a word out, Rachel's lips were on her own and Rachel's tongue was down her throat. She was shoved against a locker and she could feel a small, delicate hand inching its way up her cheerleading skirt. Quinn was about to get lost in the sensation of it all, but then she remembered that the two of them were in the middle of the hallway. With some difficulty, she pulled back.
She glanced around and just as she had guessed, there were quite a few eyes on them. She gave them a glare and then gently tugged Rachel into the class. She had a feeling that her glare was nowhere near as effective as it could have been as her cheeks were bright pink. Quinn had no idea where this side of Rachel came from, and while it made her kind of nervous it also excited her. Quinn already knew a lot about Rachel, but she knew that there were plenty of things that she didn't know about. And she couldn't wait to learn every little about her.
Apparently she was staring because after a while Rachel curiously turned to her and gave her a little look. "Is everything all right Quinn?"
"Yeah," she spoke out quickly. "I'm just… I can't believe that I'm lucky enough to have you."
"Aww, that's sweet Quinn but I'm the one that's lucky. I have Quinn Fabray as my girlfriend."
"But I have Rachel Berry as my girlfriend."
"That you do," Rachel replied with a giggle.
"Speaking of which, I realized that we kind of did things out of order." Rachel turned to her, raising a perplexed eyebrow. She looked confused, which in turn made her look cute, or cuter than usual. "The two of us just suddenly became a couple and we never got to go out. So I was wondering if you wanted to go the Lima Community Theatre with me later this week. They're performing Les Mis." Quinn expected Rachel to squeal out or for her eyes to light up or maybe even for her to tackle her to the ground and kiss her, but Rachel did none of these things. Instead, her smile fell slightly. The change was small. One could have easily missed it if they weren't paying close enough attention. But Quinn noticed.
"That's so sweet Quinn, but are you sure that you don't want to do something else instead?"
"Like what?" Quinn tried not to sound upset at Rachel's disappointed tone.
"I don't know," Rachel shrugged. "Something that you'll enjoy."
"No," Quinn assured. "I'll love it. I know I will." Those words seemed to be enough.
"Okay. This is going to be so much fun. I love you Quinn."
"I love you too Rachel."
AN: Okay, so I just want to reiterate what I've already told in this chapter. Quinn did consider the possibility of the spell working. I did not bring that up in the last chapter because I didn't want to take away from the magic (pun intended) of Rachel and Quinn's first kiss.
Also two things
1. LaurenKnight13 good eye. I will not say more than that.
2. In a previous chapter there was a review asking about a G!P spell being in the spell book. And I'm just wondering if there's anyone interested in that. It's not something I've ever written before but if there's enough demand for it I suppose I could write a one-shot for this verse that revolves around that. Thoughts?