They Could Be Wrong (Lianne La Havas)

I swallowed back the bile in my throat as I packed my suitcase.

I was serious about leaving the loft.

My welcome had been over stayed and I was currently burning a bridge.

Tonight was enough to show me that.

She was off the floor at least and that was a step above the state that I had left her in.

Rachel was feeding her all sorts of junk and tea, trying her best to cheer Q up.

But it wouldn't work.

She needed me and only me because I was the one that took her hope and shattered it.

I had been an asshole and yet Q still sat here waiting for me.

And then there was Rachel, who was reaching across the table and holding a little too tight to Quinn's hand for my liking.

What topped it off though, was the fact that she was attempting to whisper but I heard every word.

"You can tell me if she hurt you Quinn. I promise that I will protect you."

"She didn't do anything to me, Rachel."

"Why don't you stay here for the night and rest, we can deal with this in the morning."

"No."

"She is bad for you. She's a broken shell of herself. Don't fall for her..."

Quinn was up on her feet and toppling the chair in the next second with a sneer on her lips.

"Don't you dare try to tell me what to do! If I want to fuck Santana in the middle of the gosh damn floor...then I will!"

I stood there watching and smiled to myself when Quinn refused to say God instead of gosh.

Once a church girl, always a church girl.

I reached out and pressed my hand to the small of her back.

"Are you ready?"

She looked up at me with tears in her eyes and nodded.

"Beyond ready."

Despite the way that I had practically treated her like shit, Q still let me hold her hand.

Not once in the walk to the subway, on the train or at the station did she let go.

We didn't speak, just clung to each other.

Words were just not what we needed.

Action.

On my part and on hers...but for the moment...words would just get in the way.

At the train station I had let her buy our tickets and then waited with her for our train to be called.

She looked antsy and so I gently rubbed at her thigh.

I had expected to be going back to school with her but when the train for Ohio was called and she stood...I froze.

"What the fuck, Q?"

"Just for the weekend...just come home with me?"

It was the first thing that she said to me and when she said it, I couldn't turn her down.

There was just too much hurt in her tone.

How much of that was from me?

If she wanted to go home, then I wouldn't argue it.

Of all the graduates, she had been back home the least and so if she was asking for this, she had good reason.

"Okay, Q."

She smiled and slipped her hand back into mine.

And it felt right.

We felt right.

I was acknowledging it now...even if it freaked me out.

Something was happening between us.

My chest was tight and my breaths were sharp and she turned to watch me.

Under her gaze, I felt myself calm down.

How had she done that with just a look?

"I'm not asking for forever...don't freak on me Lopez."

I smirked as I followed her onto the train.

"I'm not freaking."

"Yea you are...but you know what?"

I looked at those eyes and I was entranced as we took our seats.

There was no question in her eyes about anything that could happen between us and that made me want to run but I couldn't.

I was already in this...whatever this was...I was in.

"What?"

"You spent years fighting to lead, fighting to be who you were...needing to prove everyone wrong but right now...you don't need to fight this."

"And why would I want to fight right now?"

"Because this could be something more."

"And if it's not?"

"Not?"

She actually looked stumped, as if this not being something more was impossible.

"What if you're wrong, Q?"

"What if I'm not?"

"Then God help us."

"Can you at least try?"

"All you had to do was ask." I whispered.

She smirked and we fell into another silence.

Either one of us could be wrong but she wanted to let it happen and I was thinking that maybe I shouldn't fight it.