A/N - Hey everyone!
Chapter 7 – Here's to Possibilities
Jaxon was sitting on the floor of the living room watching TV while Quinn was busy switching the laundry. He was watching a cartoon when he reached behind himself to grab his sippy cup from the coffee table. His hand accidentally hit the remote and the channel changed. He started to pout, upset that his show was gone, but when he heard music and singing he brightened. Jaxon loved music and he especially loved to sing. His mama even told him that he was a good singer.
On the TV screen was a band playing music and he saw a pretty brown haired woman walking around the stage singing. Jaxon was mesmerized by the amazing voice of the singer and he sat perfectly still like a statue just staring at her.
Quinn walked into the living room carrying a load of clean clothes in her arms. She heard music coming from the TV and assumed Jaxon's cartoon show had a musical number. But when she dropped the clothes on the couch and turned to see the screen, she froze when her eyes landed on the one and only, absolutely gorgeous Rachel Berry, singing with New Directions.
Jaxon whipped around and saw his mama. "Mama!" he said excitedly as he pointed at the TV. "Look, Mama! She beau'ful singer!"
Swallowing the lump in her throat, Quinn nodded, "Yes, she is, baby. Her uh… her voice is very beautiful."
Jaxon's eyes were fastened onto Rachel again and he watched as she moved around the stage, singing her heart out. "She pretty," he said.
"Yes, she is," Quinn whispered, her own eyes unable to leave Rachel's face. "She is the most beautiful woman in the world." Her heart ached for not having the brunette in her life, but then a heavy flood of guilt fell onto her shoulders as she reminded herself that it was her own fault for not telling Rachel about Jaxon in the first place.
The song ended, and Jaxon clapped like crazy, jumping up and down. When Quinn looked at the screen and saw Rachel's mega watt smile, she was in awe as she looked down at her son and saw that exact same smile on his face. Her heart broke for the little boy who might not ever meet his other mother and know how much he was just like her.
Quinn went to turn the channel, but Jaxon stopped her, "No! No, Mama! Wait! Wait!" he exclaimed as he jumped up and down.
The blonde nodded and turned to begin folding their clothes. A few minutes later, the commercials ended and Ellen appeared on the screen with the members of New Directions, all sitting on stools to the host's right. Quinn sat down on the couch, holding a pair of Jaxon's shorts in her hands as she focused on what the talk show host was saying to the band.
Every time Rachel laughed, Quinn's heart would skip a beat. It amazed her how much the singer still affected her, even after all these years.
When Rachel told Ellen that she didn't have a girlfriend, the blonde let out a long breath she didn't even realize she had been holding.
Then after Rachel listed off the characteristics she was looking for in a girlfriend, Jaxon turned to Quinn and said happily, "Like you, Mama! You smart, like read, nice."
Quinn smiled sadly. "Yeah, baby. It sounds like she's looking for someone just like me."
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The art gallery had been busy the last few days, but both Quinn and Mike were relieved when today was slow, so they decided to close early and go out for a drink before heading back to their own houses.
They were sitting at a small table at their favorite bar that was just a couple blocks away from the gallery. They had been going there for a few years and knew most of the staff. The bar's owner was one of their most loyal customers because he had an obsession with paintings and would buy a few new pieces every month.
Brittany loved coming to the bar because on weekends it had karaoke and she loved to drag the Latina up on stage, Santana grumbling the whole way, but then she would always end up singing a lovey-dovey song to her blonde girlfriend.
"So… I happened to DVR an episode of Ellen the other day and I watched it last night," Mike subtly commented as their waitress set down their drinks and gave Quinn a flirtatious wink before walking back to the bar.
"Oh yeah?" Quinn asked nonchalantly, ignoring the waitress and taking a sip of her wine.
Mike knew that his blonde friend already knew exactly what he was talking about but she just wanted to avoid the conversation. But Mike, knowing how Quinn actually felt, even if the blonde didn't want to admit it to herself, was not going to let it go. "Yeah. And to my surprise New Directions was on. They sang their newest release and the crowd loved them. Not to mention they all went crazy over that hot piece of fine ass of a lead singer. Dude, that girl can sing!" He took a sip of his beer, then commented innocently, "I bet she is a wild one in the sack. Hmmm… I wonder who I can ask who would possibly know that answer?"
Quinn sat, glaring at her business partner. "I know what you are doing, Mike, and it's not going to work," she warned.
But Mike just kept talking, "And it was great, because after the band performed, Ellen asked them all these questions that the fans had sent in. Some were lame, but some were actually very informative. Like, one asked the lead singer… oh what was her name?" He looked up at the ceiling like she was thinking really hard.
Quinn folded her arms and rolled her eyes at her friend's little show. "Rachel?"
Mike's eyes opened wide and he pointed at Quinn, exclaiming, "Yep! Rachel, that's it!… Anyway, one fan asked Rachel if she had a girlfriend and what she looked for in a girl. And do you know what? I thought her answer was quite interesting. She said that she didn't have a girlfriend, which was cool and the audience went wild. Then she described her perfect girl… and I thought to myself, 'That description sounds really familiar. It sounds just like someone I know.' Then it hit me! Quinn! Rachel Berry was describing Quinn Fabray as her perfect girlfriend!"
"Shut up, Mike," Quinn said, but she couldn't completely hide the small smile tugging on her lips.
"Oh come on, Q!" the man exclaimed. "I know Rachel has spent years going to parties and sexing girls-"
Quinn glared at him, but he hurried on.
"-but that was then. It sounds like to me, Quinn, and to the rest of the country, that she is ready to settle down and have a real relationship. She looked very sincere and even vulnerable when she was talking about the type of girl she wanted to be with. And that girl is you," Mike said, pointing at the blonde. "You know I love Jaxon like he is my own, but you both deserve to be happy… and maybe Rachel Berry could be the one to do that."
Quinn took another sip of her wine. "First answer me this question, Mike." When he nodded, she continued, "Why the hell are you even watching Ellen? Isn't her show a little girly for you?"
Mike huffed. "No. I watch her for her dance moves."
Quinn chuckled. "Okay, sure you do."
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A week later Quinn was on her way home from work and decided to stop at the grocery store real quick to pick up some food essentials. Standing in the checkout line, her gaze fell to the cover of People magazine where she was greeted with a cover photo of Rachel Berry.
The singer looked beautiful in the picture. Her dark brown eyes were shining, her brunette hair fell loosely around her shoulders and her smile was coy, but entrancing. Overall, the photo pulled Quinn in.
As she waited for the customer in front of her to move down the line, Quinn picked up the magazine.
'Exclusive interview with Grammy Award winning singer Rachel Berry. She talks about her life, her loves and what we can expect next from New Directions!'
Quinn flipped through the pages to the interview and was only able to catch a glance at one of the pictures before the cashier asked,
"Excuse me, Miss? Do you want me to ring that magazine up for you too?"
Quinn quickly closed the magazine and glanced up at the cashier, a surprised and melancholy look crossed her face as she nodded wordlessly. Did she just see a photo of the one and only Rachel Berry brandishing a tattoo that looked exactly like her gold necklace?
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Quinn was sitting on the floor in her living room playing toys with Jaxon and Brittany. She gazed over at her son and saw he had his 'imagination' face on. He always looked that way when he was creating something or dreaming up a magical land, or some random hot jungle or the many other places his mind came up with. He had always had a huge imagination, and Brittany was a huge help in that area. The dancer was always helping him make up new places or people, creating their own little world. Every one of Jaxon's stuffed animals had a name and a full back story. Even his favorite dark blue blanket, Lankie, had a name and a complete background.
Quinn brushed a lock of wavy brown hair out of his face and all she felt in that moment was her love for her son. Quinn would do anything for him and wanted to make sure that he knew his mother would always be there for him, no matter what.
The day she gave birth to him, she'd made a promise to herself that she would witness all his milestones. And she had. She got him through teething, taught him how to walk and talk, introduced him to the beauty of nature and art and how to be polite and caring.
When Jaxon was born, Santana and Brittany decided to move right next door to Quinn's house to help her out with the newborn. They had only planned on staying a few months at most, but three years later they were still there, helping the mother everyday, which Quinn was eternally grateful for. She didn't feel so overwhelmed with them around.
Both Brittany and Santana loved the little boy as if he was their very own and they would do anything for him. It was almost like Jaxon had three parents in his life, which was wonderful on most days.
There were the days when Brittany and Jaxon would bake cookies and decide to have a flour fight while Quinn was at work. Or the time Quinn was tucking him into bed, and right as she turned the light off, he said, "fuck you." Yeah. Santana faced the wrath of Quinn's anger that night and the Latina still sometimes has dreams of the blonde chopping her up into little pieces.
Rachel Berry would always seem to cross Quinn's mind when Jaxon did something that she knew he didn't get from the Fabray side of the family. The way his smile beamed brightly when he was excited or proud of something he had done, was definitely from Rachel. He was also naturally expressive, even from when he was an infant, and Quinn undeniably knew that wasn't a trait from her. Then there was his need to always be naked. Santana just told her that it was a boy thing, they subconsciously wanted to show off their junk. But as Quinn recalled, Rachel had always been very open when it came to her nakedness and expressions of her body; though Quinn had to admit that the brunette singer did have a great body. Lastly there was also the obvious fact that Jaxon didn't look at all like Quinn. Pretty much everything was from Rachel. If Rachel had been a boy, she would have looked exactly like Jaxon.
Quinn sighed, subconsciously rubbing her gold necklace pendant. On numerous occasions she had thought about finding a way to get a hold of the rock star and letting her know about Jaxon, but then what? Rachel probably didn't even remember her. She was just one girl in a sea of thousands of girls Rachel saw everyday. Just another one night stand.
After they all played on the floor for a while, Quinn could tell that the little boy was slowing down. She kissed the top of his head and asked, "Are you tired and ready for bed, Jax?"
The small boy shook his head no, not wanting to go to bed, he was having fun with his mama and Britt-Britt.
"Well I'm tired. Do you want to go to sleep in my bed with me tonight?"
This time he nodded. The last couple nights, Jaxon had woken up crying in the middle of the night from nightmares, so she decided that she wanted to snuggle with him tonight and keep him close to her.
Brittany gave Jaxon a big hug good night, then Quinn carried him upstairs to her bedroom. She sat the little boy down on her large bed, then walked over to the closet to put her sleep clothes on.
When Jaxon saw his mama getting ready for sleeping, he stood up and began pulling his shirt off, asking, "Mama, me naked?"
Quinn laughed tiredly. "You can sleep without your jammies, but you still have to wear a diaper."
He pouted but agreed.
When Quinn walked out of the bathroom a few minutes later, she found Jaxon sitting on her bed completely naked and looking up at her innocently.
Quinn arched her eyebrow and put her hands on her hips. "Jaxon Berry Fabray, where is your diaper?"
Jaxon began chewing on his finger and reluctantly pointed down to the carpet where his diaper laid.
"Why aren't you wearing it?"
"'iaper wet," he told her. "Need new one."
He looked up at her with the innocent face of an angel, and Quinn tried not to laugh. "Good point. Okay. Let me go get a new one and then we're going to sleep."
He nodded and even laid down on the comforter so he would be ready when his mama came back.
Five minutes later, with a clean diaper and teeth brushed, Jaxon was snuggled in a warm bed with his mama's arms around him. It was the safest place in his small world.
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Rachel Berry sat in the control room of her home studio, concentrating on the track of music she was producing. Her pencil tapped against the soundboard as she silently critiqued her usage of an electric guitar in one particular part of the song. She wasn't sure if she liked it or not.
Finally shaking her head at her original decision, she stopped the playback and wrote down a new idea in her notebook. She then pulled on her headphones, typed a few commands into her computer and used her piano keyboard to create music that sounded like it was coming from a cello. She adjusted a couple of the sliders on the soundboard to the levels she wanted, then pressed the Record button. She began playing the new notes and continued throughout the chorus of the song and then stopped until the bridge where she added more.
She stopped the recording, then listened to the playback and nodded, finally satisfied with the choice of instrument for those parts of the song.
"Are you still in here?"
Rachel turned around at the voice of her best friend and saw the blonde lawyer standing in the doorway, her arms folded.
The diva grinned. "Oh come on, Cassie! All this awesome equipment finally got installed and now I just want to play with it," she said excitedly, like a little girl at Christmas. "Listen to this…" she pointed to the computer screen and then played several bars of a song on her piano keyboard. The faces of the two women lit up as the notes filled the screen, then Rachel manipulated the notes, added the sounds of a couple different instruments, adjusted a few levels on the soundboard - and viola!
The singer started the playback of the song and leaned back in her chair, grinning and nodding her head to the beat.
"That's incredible, Rach!" Cassandra told her. She was impressed at how naturally talented Rachel was at producing original music.
Rachel nodded, stopping the tape and writing a few more notes in her notebook.
"Does that mean you're finally ready to bite the bullet and play with the big boys by owning your own recording company?" Cassie asked, hope clearly shining in her eyes. "You've already picked out the building and I've contacted the owner to see how much he wants for it and, believe me, it's totally reasonable."
Still concentrating on her notebook, the singer shook her head. "Not yet. We just finished up the tour and I'm still in the process of acquiring additional money for a large down payment from a few photo shoots and interviews that I have scheduled. But hopefully in two months we can begin all the paperwork."
Cassie grinned. "You and I have always wanted this, Rach, and I can't believe it is finally going to happen!" Cassie leaned down and gave her best friend a kiss on the top of her head.
Rachel chuckled. "I know! It's going to be awesome. And hopefully when New Directions' contract is up next year at the record label, we will be able to sign them to our new label. It's going to be sweet!"
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"Santana, I'm too old to go to a Halloween party," Quinn whined to her best friend as the Latina followed her into the kitchen.
Santana rolled her eyes. "Shut up, Q. You're only 25. Motherhood hasn't made you age 50 years."
Quinn ignored the comment, and started pulling food out of the fridge to make something for dinner. It had been a long week at the art gallery and all she wanted to do tonight was snuggle with her little boy and watch a movie.
Tomorrow was Halloween and Jaxon wanted to dress up as a rock star. When he'd first told Quinn his idea, she'd just closed her eyes and mumbled, "Of course you do." She hadn't realize that genes could be so strong until she had Jaxon. It was like she was raising mini-Rachel.
Santana knew how hard Quinn had been working for the past few years and she admired her best friend for standing strong through all the hard times. She also knew that Quinn needed time away every so often from her daily life to just be able to relax and let go. So when one of her regular customers at her club invited her to his annual Halloween party, the Latina couldn't turn the invitation down. She knew the guy had successful friends in all sorts of industries and Santana Lopez was not one for turning down the opportunity to make new contacts.
"Oh come on, Quinn," Brittany chimed in as she carried Jaxon into the kitchen and set him down in his highchair. "I've already picked you out the perfect costume!" She hurried back into the living room to get it.
"Don't show it to her now, B!" Santana called after her girlfriend. "There's young eyes in here!" She looked over at Jaxon and gave him a wink.
He grinned back up at her, his finger in his mouth, looking adorable.
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"I can't believe they talked me into this," Quinn grumbled as she pulled her costume on. She felt ridiculous.
However, she knew that it would probably do her some good to get away from her normal life for one night and just unwind. But how was she supposed to relax in this outfit? Quinn looked at herself in the mirror again and shook her head. The white leather mini-skirt was so tight she was amazed she'd gotten it on in the first place. She had on red stiletto heels-courtesy of Santana's strip club-that made her ass look amazing. She would admit that she liked that particular part of the costume, at least. However, the white shirt was much tighter than what she normally wore, and the buttons stopped lower than she liked. 'The girls were definitely going to be on display tonight,' she thought.
Quinn took a deep breath, smoothing down her skirt. She badly needed to find some confidence in order to pull off this look. She pinned her hair up in a bun and wrapped the stethoscope around her neck.
'Here goes nothing!' She took one last look in the mirror and headed out of her bedroom to meet her friends.
Santana's jaw hit the floor when she saw Quinn come into the living room. "Holy shit, Q!"
"Language, Santana," Quinn warned.
"The little guy didn't even hear me, Darcy is putting him to bed," she defended herself.
Darcy was a very nice teenage girl who had been Quinn's babysitter for a couple years. Jaxon loved her and was always excited when he knew she would be coming over to watch him.
"Still-"
"Wow! You look smoking hot, Quinn!" Brittany interrupted the other blonde before her two friends could start a fight. "If I didn't love San, I'd definitely be taking you home tonight."
Quinn blushed and looked down at the outfit. "Thank you, Britt. You don't think it's a little much?"
Brittany laughed at her friend and pulled her toward the door. "It's exactly enough! Now… Let's go and have some fun!"
Quinn smiled and followed her friends to the car.
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Rachel didn't even want to go to this stupid party. Halloween wasn't exactly her favorite holiday, and she had no idea how Noah had even gotten her to agree to go. Her bandmates had been hounding her for weeks, and she finally just caved. Actually it was more like Cassie had threatened to kidnap her and take her to the party anyway. So the singer decided she might as well go of her own free will. Their tour was over and they had some time to relax for a few months, so she decided to just suck it up and try to make the most of the night. At least she'd get to have some drinks and enjoy the people-watching.
Rachel looked in the mirror and put the finishing touches on her costume. The black corset laced up the front with a small red string which matched her red heels. She paired the outfit with skin tight black leather pants. She figured that if she was going out on the town, she might as well have some fun. She touched up her red lipstick and headed out the door.
The dance club was packed with people mingling and trying to have conversations over the loud music. The dance floor itself was large and took up most of the space. A bar was on one side with tables and booths all around to accommodate the customers.
Rachel could feel the energy radiating off all the hot bodies surrounding the bar and over on the dance floor. She slipped her black mask over her face and found her way over to the rest of her friends who were sitting in their usual booth.
"Rach, you made it!" Puck, dressed in disco clothing with a multi-colored mask on, exclaimed and handed the lead singer a shot glass.
"Only for you guys," she stated and downed the drink. She slid in next to Cassie and gazed around the club, tapping her hand on her leg to the beat of the music.
"Here…" Puck said loudly, getting the brunette's attention.
Rachel looked over at him and saw in his outstretched hand he held a condom. She scoffed in disgust, "Sorry, but I always carry my own. Besides, I don't trust any brand that sponsors you, Noah."
Puck looked offended. "Hey! For your information, that condom company paid me an outrageously amount of money to be in their commercial. Plus… I got a lifetime supply of free condoms. What better deal could there possibly be?" he smirked. "And this one is glow-in-the-dark! How cool is that?!"
Rachel rolled her eyes. "I'll just stay with my tried-and-true brand, thank you very much. Besides, I don't screw around anymore, Noah. You know that."
This time it was Puck who rolled his eyes. "Oh come on, Rach! You used to be so much more fun! What happened to that girl who could drink me under the table then leave with the most gorgeous babe in the club?"
"She grew up," the singer told him.
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When the three women pulled into a parking space outside the dance club, Santana turned around and threw a white mask at Quinn.
"What's this for?" Quinn asked, looking down at the mask in her lap.
Brittany piped up, her voice all bubbly with excitement. "The Halloween party is a masquerade!"
"Of course it is," Quinn muttered. At least if she saw anyone she knew, no one would be able to recognize her; that was a definite plus, especially in this outfit.
Quinn slipped the mask on and took a deep breath before getting out of the car and making her way into the loud club. She knew she looked good, after Jaxon was born she'd worked her butt off to get her taut and toned body back. She could handle a night out and some drinks with her best friends. This was going to be fun, at least that was what she kept telling herself.
She was following her best friends-who were dressed as a devil and an angel, obviously-through the door, when she suddenly stopped. There were tons of people already crammed in the club! She groaned under her breath. All she wanted to do was just find a place to sit and drink the night away. But of course, Brittany had other plans.
"Let's go dance!" the bubbly dancer yelled in order to be heard over the music.
Quinn reluctantly allowed herself to be drug onto the dance floor and into the sweaty throng of people.
Before long, Santana, Brittany and Quinn were busting a move and taking shot after shot. Brittany, being a very talented dancer, liked to throw her arms up in the air and let loose, her body naturally following the beat of the music. Santana was more of a bump and grind girl. The three women danced together for awhile, then Quinn bowed out, motioning toward the bar for another drink.
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For the last half hour, Rachel watched as the sexy blonde nurse danced with two other women out on the floor. She was finding it hard to concentrate on what her friends were saying. But she didn't care. All she cared about was that mystery woman. Who was she?
Unfortunately it was impossible to tell since she was wearing a mask, but still…
She did look a little familiar to the singer. But for the past few years, every blonde she saw always reminded her of Quinn. And Rachel had finally succumbed to the idea that she would never see the one woman she truly had feeling for ever again.
She took another shot of whiskey before standing and making her way toward the blonde. She knew it wasn't Quinn, but-like she'd done with every other blonde for the last four years-she pretended it was and enjoyed living in the fantasy.
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Quinn was finally able to make her way through the throng of people. She was standing at the bar, waiting for the bartender to come over and take her order when she heard a seductive voice whisper behind her ear.
"Well, hello there, nurse…"
Quinn turned around, her eyes immediately falling to the most exquisite breasts she'd seen in a long time. And it took effort to pull her eyes away from the gorgeous mounds. Her gaze raked up a smooth tan neck, over a strong jaw and black mask, finally focusing on a pair of bright chocolate brown eyes. Quinn's heart skipped a beat at the sight.
Both women simply stared at each other for a moment, unable to find any words. The sparkage in the air between them was intense.
"Can I buy you a drink?" the brunette asked, her voice dripping with sex.
Quinn could feel her face flush. How could a complete stranger make her feel this way? "Um… okay, sure," she replied, internally smacking her forehead for such a stupid reply. "I'll have a vodka, please." She tried, but couldn't pull her gaze away from the woman.
She watched as the brunette turned to the bartender and placed their orders. While the masked brunette was turned, Quinn was busy admiring the woman's legs. The black leather pants she wore hugged every curve, making Quinn's mouth water. Her eyes traveled up to a perfectly toned ass. There was a tiny sliver of skin visible below the corset, and Quinn couldn't help but wonder how soft it would feel against her own skin. She realized a second too late that the brunette had turned back to face her and caught her openly admiring her body. Quinn blushed, a small smile on her lips as she looked up into those mesmerizing eyes.
The mystery brunette was smiling back. And Quinn watched as those brown eyes traveled down to the top of her shirt and back up, stopping at her lips. The stranger licked her lips slowly and handed Quinn her drink. "Here's to possibilities," she said, holding up her own drink and giving Quinn a wink as their glasses touched.
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The dance club was feeling stuffy and Quinn needed to get some air.
She was washing her hands in the ladies room when Brittany and Santana plowed through the door.
"What the hell was that?!"
Quinn turned to look at Santana's wide eyed expression. "What was what?"
"Don't shit with me, Q. You know what I'm talking about." When the blonde didn't offer up any information, the Latina rolled her eyes.
Brittany grinned like a giddy little girl. "The eye sex with the hot brunette! You two practically made a baby out there!"
Quinn blushed, mortified that she'd been caught lusting over the stranger. But she couldn't help but think of those luscious lips. She imagined them against her skin and it sent a shiver down her spine. "She just bought me a drink. It was no big deal."
"No big deal?! Dude! She's smoking hot!" Santana exclaimed.
"Are you gonna ask her out?" Brittany was nearly bouncing in excitement. She'd been trying to get Quinn to go on a date for months, but she always got the 'I'm just too busy…' brush off. So she was determined to not let this one go. "You need to get her number, Quinn. Seriously!"
"I don't even know what she looks like! Her mask covers half her face," Quinn retorted.
"Do it anyway," Santana told her in her famous 'Don't you dare try to disagree with me' tone. She smacked her friend on the ass then took her girlfriend's hand and walked out of the bathroom.
Quinn laughed at the interaction and turned to leave as well. But she only took two steps before a certain masked brunette entered.
Rachel had been standing at the bar and watched as the blonde nurse turned and headed toward the bathroom. Something was different about this particular blonde. Rachel could feel the difference. It was… familiar.
And Rachel had only ever felt that way one other time. With one other person.
But… it couldn't be. She shook her head.
Could it?
No.
Rachel set her glass down and headed straight to the ladies room. Determined to find out.
Moments later, the two women stood and stared into each other's eyes. Those eyes were definitely familiar to Rachel. The way light brown swirled within the green, making the blonde's eyes pop. The spark shone bright, pulling Rachel into their depths.
She couldn't handle the intensity anymore. She quickly closed the distance and claimed the soft lips she'd been thinking about all night. The electricity sparking between them was unimaginable. She felt the blonde melt into the kiss as it grew more heated. Fire ignited in Rachel's stomach.
When she finally pulled away, she rested her forehead against the blonde's as both women attempted to catch their breaths.
"Wow," Rachel murmured. But when the blonde didn't say anything, Rachel became nervous. "I-I'm sorry if I overstepped any boundaries. I just…"
"It's okay," the blonde reassured her.
Rachel smiled, relieved. The last thing she ever wanted to do was offend this woman. Then the blonde smiled and Rachel's heart hitched in her throat.
That smile.
She'd been dreaming of that smile for four long years.
She slowly lifted her hand, her fingers lightly brushing over a soft creamy cheek as she made her way up to the white mask that was framing those bright hazel eyes. She gently took a hold of the mask and lifted it up and off the angelic face.
All the air whooshed out of her lungs. Then a smile as big as the universe split her face as her eyes feasted on the goddess before her.
"Quinn."
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A/N - Yay they met again! :) What's going to happen now?