Quinn Fabray

'Let me love you'

: This is ridiculous! How much pressure can one physically withstand without bursting into tears of frustration?

: Still haven't started huh?

: Am I that transparent?

: Just a little. It is 3 am after all.

: I'm well aware of the time Quinn. You know I do own a clock.

: Really? Is that so? Then tell me, were you aware of the fact that maybe…. Let's say that I might be sleeping? Because you know, normal people tend to sleep at night…

: Sleep is irrelevant. The average human being will sleep away about a third of their lifetime. And during those precious hours, time is wasted when one could have been doing something else. Right now, my situation is a lot more important than sleep. The weight of the world is in my hands. People are counting on me!

: Rachel, it's just a speech

: Just a speech? I-I can't even comprehend the words that I'm reading right now! This isn't just a speech! It's the VALEDICTORIAN speech.

: You're not going to let me sleep at all tonight are you?

: How can you even say that? As an acting Valedictorian yourself, how can you justify yourself by implying that this speech is meaningless and insignificant?

: That's not how I meant it alright! I'm just a little cranky

: Because I woke you up at 3o'clock in the morning.

: Yes. I'm sorry if I offended you.

: Apology accepted. Now, help me! How far have you gotten on your speech?

A heavy sigh flew from my lips as I rolled over to the bedside table and turned on the light. My eyes caught on fire and burned with an immense pain. Small tears threatened to fall as I shielded my eyes away from the light. With all the strength I could muster I slowly sat up in bed, resting my head against the headboard. I stared down at my phone, exhaustion taking over. Its 3:24 am. And I feel like utter shit. My eyes feel swollen and blurry. This is the fourth time that Rachel Berry has woken me from sleep for the past two weeks since we started texting each other. The first time it happened, it was after 1am. Her excuse? She needed help on a math problem that she couldn't figure out. From there, the other times had slowly progressed to later and later hours, the excuses altogether disappearing.

: So far, about halfway. I texted.

The minutes slowly ticked by. She still hasn't texted back. I glared at my phone with a sudden annoyance. My fingers tapped the edge of the phone, willing the little light on it to flash. My patience was starting to wear. What the hell is she doing? What's taking so damn long? I could be sleeping right now. Did she go to sleep? Ohhh, hell no! My inner crankiness was starting to claw at my chest. If she thinks that she could wake me up just to fall asleep on me she has got… Suddenly the phone started buzzing. Speaking of…. Immediately I answered the phone.

"Quinn?" Her soft and quiet voice came through.

"I'm here." I murmured into the phone with a small smile.

There was a silent pause. Instantly I was met with that indescribable tension that seeped from the phone and into my skin. My entire body felt a lot warmer than usual. I threw the blankets off of me while I waited for her to continue. I could hear her breathing through the phone. She was trying to figure out what she was going to say. It's understandable. Lately I've had to do the same. I wonder what's going on in that head of hers. I'll bet marvelous things happen in there. Magic? Beauty? The back of my throat started to feel a little bit like sandpaper the longer the silence went on. But I couldn't bring myself to say anything. I stared down at my legs, biting down on my lower lip, waiting with anticipation and uneasiness.

"I'm really sorry about waking you up." She whispered into my ear.

I shivered as her gentle words reached me. My heart was racing like a roaring train. Just breathe, girl. Calm down. Let's not… think about…. "It's okay." I croaked out.

Rachel snorted into the phone. "And suddenly I've forgotten what I wanted to say." She stated.

A large smile broke out across my face. "Really? That doesn't happen very often." I replied with a playful manner.

"You'd be surprised by how much it's been happening lately." She threw out.

I was glad at the moment that I was in the confines of my room because I could feel my face heating up like a sizzling grill. Fuck, why is it so hot in here? A heavy cough from my throat easily broke the eerie tension, giving me time to focus. "Last I remember you asked me for some advice on your speech?"

"Ohh, r-right…., uhm, well I just…. I don't know how to do this!" Rachel expressed. "This is the first time that I've ever had a blank mind while writing a speech. I usually have a general idea of what I want to say and plan out a very thorough rough draft. But, this time… I don't know what to say or what to write. And I'm freaking out. I've been researching and analyzing several speeches from various well known celebrities, trying to come up with concepts that reflect exactly what I'm…."

I breathed out heavily trying to cut off the small diva. "Woooah. Hold on there Rach. Slow down. Take a breath alright."

"Quinn I….."

"Please do as I say, before you say anything else."

There was a loud frustrated sigh that rang out through the phone. A second later shuffling occurred along with the steady flow of breath. The silence lasted for about a minute until Rachel collected herself again.

"Okay. I'm calm now." Rachel spoke.

"Good. Now before you say anything else, let me just say this. For starters this speech doesn't have to be figured out overnight. You have time to figure this out. So don't freak out. Everyone has a hard time trying to figure out what they want to say."

"I know. I just don't know what to say. It's so frustrating!" Rachel huffed into the phone.

"You can't be too hard on yourself. I had an easier time with mine because the people at my school have no idea who I am. All they are going to remember about me is that I was the smart girl that gave them their grad speech. And that's all. In your case it's different because you actually grew up with your classmates. Everyone knows who you are. That's a lot of pressure to take on. But I know that you can do it."

"And how am I supposed to do that?" she asked quietly.

I gazed up at my ceiling and drew in a quiet breath. Thoughts seemed to be rolling around in my head. It's really hard to explain to someone what's on your mind. It's even harder to put it into words. My eyes glanced over my clock. 3:54 am. Yeah, I'm definitely not sleeping tonight. I nibbled on the edge of my lip and looked back up at the ceiling. The only thing that came to mind was to tell the truth. "Just be yourself and speak from the heart. Of all the things you've learned from your time at McKinley what is it do you want people to take from it? Think of what you want to share with your class. What's the one thing you want people to remember about you? This is your chance to finally tell your classmates what you think, and to finally express yourself. I mean, this is your moment Rachel. It's your moment."

There was another long silence that took over the phone. Again that same tension oozed back to the surface. I dug my fingernails into my forearm to try and steady the lightheaded feeling I was getting. After a few more seconds I couldn't stand lying in bed anymore. Immediately I hopped off the bed and started pacing back and forth. My eyes kept looking to the bedroom clock and back to the phone. She still wasn't saying anything and it was making me nervous. She was still on the line because I could hear her breathing.

"Rachel, are you still there?" I asked a little breathlessly.

Instantly I heard her come back to reality. "I- yes, I'm still here. Sorry, I just kinda zoned out there for a few minutes. You know that was very thought provoking. And I really do believe I know what to write now, or at least an idea has formed. And I do have you to thank for that."

Relief swelled within my chest and suddenly the uneasiness in my stomach started to settle. A fresh breath of air filled my lungs as I chuckled softly into the phone. "I did get Valedictorian for a reason, you know."

"I never doubted you were smart Quinn."

I shrugged my shoulders and took a seat on the edge of my bed. "I know that, but it's not very often that you need my help."

"I suppose that is true. But everyone needs help. And I'm glad that you could. You really did save me."

A light blush heated across my face. "Anytime." I replied back.

There was a small lull in the conversation that gave me some time to finally settle myself back into bed. Exhaustion had finally smacked my body like a fierce wave. My head dropped into the pillow, ear pressed up against the phone. "Can I ask you something? I'm rather curious about something that you've brought up."

"Sure." I replied as I threw an arm around the back of my head.

"You said that in order to write this speech that you have to speak from the heart correct?" she asked with uncertainty.

"Yes." I agreed.

"Well…" she paused. There was a silent murmur that passed through the phone that I couldn't hear. "I was wondering what yours had to say."

"My what?" I asked a little confused.

Rachel laughed a little before puffing into the phone. "Your heart."

Suddenly my body went up in flames. What does my heart have to do with anything? This isn't even relevant to the conversation! My eyes widened to the size of basketballs. Every nerve in my body was going off. An alarm somewhere in the depth of my mind had been triggered. This was one of those times where I had to choose my words carefully. Why? I had no idea. But knowing me, something stupid or idiotic would come out of my head. Nervously I shuffled around in the bed looking at something that would get me out of this. My fingers gripped around the phone tightly. "I… It just…" My face was heating up like an oven. For some reason I just couldn't find the right words. "I was just honest." Came the reply.

The diva snorted. "Well, that was very vague."

An uneasy shiver ran down my arm. "That's all you're getting from me at this type of morning." I ended.

Rachel laughed softly. "Fine. Fair enough! I can take the hint. So, anyways, how are things going with uhhhm, what's his name again? Johnny?"

"Jimmy." I sighed. "And things are fine."

She hummed into the phone as if she were in thought. "Is he taking you to Prom?"

"Yeah, he is." I replied.

"That- that's good. I mean I know you really like him, and it's pretty obvious that he does too. It would make sense that you two would go to prom together."

Why does this feel awkward? This shouldn't feel awkward. "Yeah we like each other a lot." Okay, now that just sounded fucking retarded. 'Yeah we like each other a lot.' As if she didn't already know that. Fuck I need to get off this phone already. The exhaustion is getting to me. "What about you? Who's taking the future Prom Queen of McKinley?"

In my mind I could picture the small diva rolling her eyes at this moment. "I've only been nominated Quinn. I haven't won anything yet."

"There's not a doubt in my mind that you won't win."I replied.

"Oh, so now you can see the future?" she asked in a teasing manner.

I chuckled. "Obviously, there's a lot you don't know about me."

"Right, like you harboring secret superpowers?"

A large smile swept across my face. "Well, technically you're not supposed to know about them. They are meant to be a secret for a reason."

"But I know about them now. So, what are you going to do with me?" she asked.

"Well, there are things I could do to you that would make you scream." I blurted out.

Immediately my jaw dropped open. All the air in my lungs disappeared. My body quickly sat up. OHHH, FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST SAY? WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST….. SAY SOMETHING! At any moment my heart was going to rip out from beneath my chest by how fast and hard it was beating. "I-I-uhhh I did-didn't mean-" I shook my head and sucked in a shaky breath. "That sounded a little differently in my head… I didn't mean for it to come out like that."

"Right." Rachel replied hastily.

"You know, it's getting late. And- I- uhhh I've got this huge test that I just remembered I had to study for… And it's in the morning. It's history. Art history to be exact. So I should let you go to sleep or do whatever it is you were going to do because it's late."

"Yeah, it is really late." The diva breathed out.

"Right, so goodnight then." I stated in a rapid tone.

"Goodnight Quinn."

I quickly hung up the phone without another word. My eyes closed tightly as I flung my phone to the other side of my bed. What the fuck is wrong with me? Omg, what the fuck did I just do? I sounded like…. A pervert. Flashes of images quickly flooded into my head at the thought. Loud moans filled my head like a musical. More images filtered in of twisted limbs, lips pressed against damp tan skin, and bodies writhing in pleasure. I quickly buried my head into my pillow trying to get rid of the vivid pictures. But one image flooded to the forefront of my mind like an angry rhinoceros.

:Long dark hair fell down across the expanse of a tan and muscular back. Deep dark brown eyes were snapped shut. Beautiful pink lips were wide open mewling out with ecstasy. Sweat dribbled down her face. Her body was shaking and writhing with conviction. Finally her head tilted back to the headboard, her voice screaming out with pleasure. 'Quinn!':

My eyes popped open. "OH MY FUCKING $&#"

"You look like shit." Mandy commented as she took a seat next to me on my front porch.

I gave her a glare before rolling my eyes and flicking her off. The red head smiled and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. "Ahhh, Quinn! Don't be like that! You know I was just messing with you. Besides you already know how hot I think you are. You could never really look like shit."

"Sure." I muttered with a small smile.

Soft lips pressed into my cheek. "Come on! I'm trying to make you feel better. Would you rather me get Jimmy?"

I pulled my gaze from the spot I had been focusing on and directed them to the girl beside me. "No." I replied quickly.

One of Mandy's eyebrow rose, her face shifting into curiosity and amusement. Blue eyes studied me like a hawk. An uneasiness rushed over me as her eyes burned holes into my skin. What if she finds out? She doesn't know anything! Don't be stupid! She can't read your mind! Just play it cool, don't give anything off. I've got nothing to hide. Really I don't. Nothing whatsoever… Mandy immediately pulled back, her eyes knowing. Suddenly a large and vicious smile crossed her face.

"It's Rachel isn't it?" she stated with certainty.

The blood drained from my face. "W-what?"

"Omg! It is!" Mandy squeaked out, her hands going to her lips. Laughter soon sprung out from the other girl.

I shook my head, hands shaking ever so slightly. "No, it-its not! I don't even know what you are talking about?"

"Don't play dumb with me Quinn. I can see it all over your face."

Seriously? I'm not that good at hiding stuff anymore. I'm out of practice. "You don't know what you're talking about." I tried once again. There was something bubbling in the pit of my stomach.

Mandy shook her head and smiled. "No, I know what I'm talking about. It's you who seems to be confused."

My breathing got heavier as I started leaning away from the other girl. "Rachel and I are friends." I blurted out.

Her smile got even wider. "Now that's interesting. I never said anything that mentioned that the two of you were anything but."

I clenched my fists into a ball. My heart was racing. Small streaks of sweat started rolling down my neck. It was suddenly hot. Invisible walls were closing in around me. Mandy's laughter kept growing louder and louder. It made me sick to my stomach. Fear was forcing its way into me through its dark sticky tentacles. My entire body was shaking uncontrollably. The tides were roaring. The storm was already here. "Stop it. Please don't do this." I begged.

"Do what?" Mandy laughed.

"THIS! Just cut it out!"

There was a change in Mandy's demeanor. Immediately the large smile fell off her face. Her big blue eyes were running over me, concern etched onto her face. "Quinn-

Without looking at her I stood up on jelly like legs. "NO! JUST STOP! BECAUSE I CAN'T DO THIS! I CAN'T-" Bile quickly rose up to the back of my throat. Oh god…. I quickly sprinted around the side of the house. Soon after, large mushy chunks of bile spewed from my mouth. My stomach squeezed. Hard. More contents came out until there was nothing left. Small tears were rolling down my face as I collapsed down next to my bile spill. Another presence was soon next to me. A warm arm wrapped around me in a comforting manner.

"You like her." Mandy stated in whisper.

It wasn't true. It couldn't be. We were just friends.

A large and strong hand tangled with mine. Warm. That's how it felt. Warm. We were linked by contact. The connection. Our connection. Small brown eyes looked into mine. So many emotions were running through his eyes. But the one that stuck out the most was the one that he was looking at me with. I could feel his energy all over me. He was exuding everything. It was almost intoxicating. He smiled down at me, his free hand running down the length of my face. His soft fingertips brushed against the side of my neck.

Slowly he leaned down and our lips met. Slow. Nice. Warm.

I pulled back and tightened my hold on his hand and pulled him towards the car. We walked the few feet we had left across the movie theater parking lot. My mind was racing more so than ever. It hadn't stopped since I had seen Mandy a few days ago. The more I thought about it, the more I just wanted to push. To shove. Fight. I needed to. I had to. There was no other choice.

As soon as we reached the car I had finally had enough. I needed more. I needed to feel something different. Something that wouldn't remind me of her. Wordlessly I shoved Jimmy roughly against the car. His back pressed against the side door. My hands grabbed onto his shirt and pulled him into me. Our lips met. The energy around us changed instantaneously. The boy immediately responded with just as much enthusiasm. His hands quickly wrapped around my face bringing me even closer. The kiss deepened. He groaned.

My nails scratched down the length of his neck. This time a growl came out of him. I could feel his hands quickly travel down my back and straight to my ass. In no time he lifted me with ease. My legs automatically wrapped around his waist. I breathed heavily into the side of his neck as he fumbled to get the backseat door unlocked. After a few tries he finally got the door open. We both tumbled into the back. Heavy panting took over as soon as he slammed the back seat door shut. He hovered over me planting kisses down the length of my jaw. I bit my lip as I grabbed the edge of his shirt and lifted up. His hands quickly went up and I took it off him. Dark muscular tan skin greeted my eyes like a delicious treat. Again our lips met. And from there on the waves continued to storm.

More clothes came off. Licking, scratching, moaning. A small trail of blood was leaking out from the side of Jimmy's thick neck. His veins were popping out everywhere. I ran my hands down his back as he positioned himself. I turned my head off to the side and closed my eyes. Waiting for the inevitable. Suddenly there was a hand in my hair ushering me to look up. My eyes met with his. Suddenly his face shifted and he quickly got off of me.

"W-What are you doing?" I asked breathlessly, sitting up in my seat.

The boy looked over at me with a stern look. "We can't do this."

"I-I don't understand…" I trailed off.

Soft brown eyes looked over at me with a sudden sadness. "You don't want to do this."

I looked at him like he was growing another head. Uhhh, did he not just witness me attack him? I was confused as fuck. "If I didn't want this, then I wouldn't have started it." I explained.

Jimmy huffed out and threw his shirt back on. Then he paused and looked over at me. He studied me closely before leaning in. "Tell me." He started off. "If you had really wanted this, then why are you crying right now?"

My eyes narrowed at him. "I'm not-"

One of his fingers swept underneath my eyes and captured a sudden moist tear. When had that happened? I didn't understand. Why the hell was I crying? Hell, I hadn't even noticed that I was. This didn't make any sense. "I don't understand." I expressed with a breathless voice.

Jimmy gently rubbed my arm. "It's okay. You're not ready. And that's fine. I don't mind waiting. I would wait forever for you Quinn. So here is what we are going to do. We are going to put on our clothes and then go out for some ice cream. And then I'll take you back home. Sound good?"

"Yeah, sure." I replied in a monotone voice.

Once we were done and back on the road only one realization surfaced.

I wanted Rachel Berry.

: YOU FUCKING OWE ME Q!

: I know that, but I really can't

: I'm not taking no for an answer. I need you. I can't do this without you! I am so lost and just the thought of seeing them together is enough to make me puke. PLEASE! I'm fucking begging right now. You at least owe me this much.

: QUINN?

: QUINN? BETTER ANSWER ME

: Alright, I'll do it.

: Really? Oh thank GOD! Thanks Q. I really do appreciate this.

: But I'm not staying longer than an hour. TOPS! Understand.

: Yes, Just an hour and then we can blow it off.

: Promise?

: YES! Now just relax alright. I don't know why you're getting so bent out of shape over Prom.

: It's not the prom I'm concerned about

: Look, everyone misses you. And besides, this will be a good surprise.

: I don't think so

: Trust me. It will be.

Ohhhhhhhh, Quinn is going to McKinley's prom. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Things are heating up!. Next chapter will be Rachel, and then after her… PROM. Excited? Let me know how much! Thanks for reading!