Hey readers, sorry that this story is so choppy and the chapters are so short. But my idea around this concept was a journal. In my personal life, my journal jumps from here to there, never really making sense. So with that in mind, I hope you stick with me. It's my first fanfic and I'm enjoying writing it.
Thanks for taking a chance with me :)
Chapter 5
For a moment, as I was watching Rachel leaving Santana's house, I imagined myself holding her hand. Walking out of the house like it was a double date, that we were okay. But I did nothing, absolutely nothing. Even as I thought, Hey Rach, you're really beautiful under the moon right now. I let my shoulders slump over and started walking away; in that moment, I pitied myself.
"Quinn? Is that you?" Her voice echoed softly around us. She really did look beautiful.
I turn, "uhm, yeah. Hi Rachel."
"Are you okay? Do you need a ride home?" She looked worried, her brow knitted together. It was all too much. She was too much.
"I'm fine, thanks though"
The phone rang.
Rachel: " Hello, this is Rachel Berry. How may I help you?"
She was ridiculous. But I couldn't help the slow smile spread across my face.
The other end: "where are you?"
Rachel: " patience is a virtue you need to learn."
It was Finn.
I knew it. Even though I was a good distance away from the phone, I could tell it was Finn. He talks loudly on the phone.
"Have you left your house yet?"
Her house? I know I looked confused because Rachel glanced my way, hey eyes pleading with me.
"Yeah, I'll see you in ten. "
"Right, okay bye. Love you."
"Bye."
Secretly, I hated knowing that she was going to Finns. I enjoyed these quiet intense moments with her. She reminded me that I was alive.
" So uhm, I'll see you around Quinn. Unless you need a ride…" She looked uncomfortable.
I shake my head, "I'll be seeing you" and I turned and walked away.
When I arrived at home, I couldn't stop the chaos in my head. Maybe the best way to describe me that night was harmoniously crazy.