So, here I am again. With another chapter. Firstly, I want to thank you all for the favorites, follows and reviews. It really means a lot to me . Second: Have fun reading…
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Rachel
It's friday. Rachel always loved fridays because fridays always meant it's almost weekend. It saved her from the horrible mess she's confronted with at school. Two whole days without slushies, awful nicknames… But now… She realizes that she's going to miss school, only because of the sweet letters she can't receive in the weekend. She never thought she would even think that, nor that she would have a friend. Well, a secret friend. Can you count that as a friend? That's the question that's been haunting Rachel's mind the last few weeks. She knows one thing for sure: she's currently in the choir room, facing Quinn who's sitting in the corner with a book in her hands. She's just standing there, watching Quinn read without her knowing, waiting till she has the guts to walk into the room and ask what Quinn's doing here. Just as she's ready to walk up to her, a voice behind her interrupts her. A loud, booming voice. Damn you, Finn. "RACHEL! Hi!" He exclaims happily. She wants to slap him so bad. Quinn looks up and her eyes widen as she sees her standing there, watching her. O god, she must look like a stalker right now. Rachel clears her throat and turns around, annoyed. "Well, hello Finn." She grits her teeth. Finn frowns but his face almost immediately turns into a massive grin again. He shuffles with his feet, looking nervously all of sudden. "I just… I wanted to ask…" He begins. Rachel waits. In the corner of her eye, she sees that Quinn is waiting too. "I wanted…" He coughs, his cheeks flushed. Rachel feels herself becoming impatient. "I wanted…" He starts, again. He looks like he's about to faint. It's kind of sad if he wasn't so damn annoying. "Just throw it out, Finn." Rachel sighs. Finn looks at her through his eyelashes. "Do you… doyouwanttogooutonadatewithme?" Rachel is now the one who's frowning. "Can you repeat that? Slowly?" She asks gently. It takes all her strength to not roll her eyes now. "Do you want to go out on a date with me? Tonight?" He finally brings out. Rachel's eyes widen. God, why hasn't she done a better job avoiding him? "Uhhm, well…" Rachel chokes out. She feels Quinn watching her from the corner. Damn, maybe Quinn wants her boyfriend back. She'll kill her if she says yes. Rachel swallows nervously. "Uhh…" She murmurs. Finn looks expectantly at her. He gives her a sweet smile. It's heartbreaking to see him disappointed, Rachel still knows that from the last time. She makes a choice. Maybe a bad one. "Okay." She says, feeling awful. She'll just talk to him afterwards to tell him that she isn't interested in him as more than a friend. That's a good plan, right? Finn's smile grows and before Rachel knows it, he's hugging her and kissing her cheek. "Thank you, Rach!" He says happily. Rachel feels terrible for doing this to him, but she fakes a smile. "Can I pick you up tomorrow night at seven?" He asks hopeful. His eyes are sparkling and it's cute, it really is. Too bad she feels nothing for him. "Yeah, that's okay, I think." She painfully nods. He nods excitedly and turns around, still mouthing 'thank you' at her. He whistles while he walks away. She sighs and her happy expression turns into an annoyed one. That's when she realizes that Quinn's still watching her. As she turns her head, she locks eyes with her. Rachel gulps. Quinn is watching her with a not-so-happy expression and after a while of just glaring at each other, Quinn puts the book into her bag and throws the bag over her shoulder. Then she walks, furiously, out of the choir room, not minding that she walks into Rachel's side while doing so. Rachel rubs her aching side. She just made Quinn freaking Fabray angry and she's terrified of what will happen after the weekend. It can't be anything good, right?
It's terrible weather outside. And of course this is the day that she has to walk home from school because her dads are on a small vacation to family in England. Rachel sighs while half walking, half running home. A voice startles her. "Are you trying to be sick again? I thought we changed that after the conversation we had in the bathroom." Rachel turns around, and finds Quinn looking out of the window from her car. Rachel gapes at her. "Saw a ghost, Berry?" Quinn smirks, amused at her. Rachel shakes her head, still startled. "Well, jump in, Berry. You'll get sick if you keep doing this." She stops the car and waits. Rachel looks confused at her. "Don't you understand what I'm saying or what? I offer you a ride home, crazy." She laughs. She must look ridiculous right now. Rachel can only nod and walks up to her car, getting in. As she closes the door, Quinn speaks again. "Good girl. That wasn't that hard, right?" She starts the car, ready to get on the road again. Rachel stares at her for a moment, trying to soak this all in. "Why are you being friendly to me these days?" She asks. Quinn looks at her for a second, before looking at the road again. "I can be friendly, you know. Maybe I want to change my life. Be a better person." Quinn shrugs. Rachel keeps silent. "And I can't just let you get sick, right? A sick Rachel Berry is no fun at school. That would be torture for me too" She chuckles. Rachel frowns. "You mean like, no fun because I'd be sick at home and you and your followers can't throw slushies at me? Or, you can't insult anyone?" She sort of snaps. "About that; we have plenty of other kids to insult or throw slushies at, don't worry. But I'm not going to do it anymore." Quinn smiles at her for a second. Another one of those short, adorable smiles. Rachel's eyes widen. "But you're the head cheerio. You have to do that to stay in the team, right?" She asks. Quinn shrugs, again. "Sue Sylvester might be my cheerleading coach, but she's not my boss. I can live the way I want. She has nothing to say about that. And if she wants to throw me out of the team; I have a powerful family. She would lose her job." Quinn almost looks proud by saying this and Rachel feels herself becoming annoyed. "Congratulations with that. Must be fantastic to be a spoiled bread because of your family" She snaps. It might be unfair but Quinn's family is not that friendly to her own family. They even tried to get Rachel away from her dads because it's "sinful". Quinn suddenly makes a sharp turn and parks her car into a parking place. Quinn grabs her arm. Rachel's shocked at the sudden contact. "What do you have against my family?" She snarls at Rachel. Rachel frowns. "They are awful to my family." She snaps back. She slaps Quinns hand away from her arm. "And they hate gay people." She adds. Quinn stares at her with a strange expression that Rachel hasn't seen before. They just keep staring at each other for a few seconds. "You don't know my family." She suddenly says, quietly. Rachel grabs Quinn's hand, after hesitating for a few seconds. "No, I don't know them. But I hear stories from my fathers about how they treat us. And that's not right." Rachel gently says. Quinns eyes tear up. "I hear things about your family, too." She chokes. Rachel strokes her thumb over Quinn's trembling hand. "What do they say?" She asks, trying to make Quinn comfortable enough to open up. "They… They say that your dads stole you from a woman who thought it would be good that you would be raised by them, but she was just confused and mentally ill because your dads manipulated her. And now you're going to be evil, too." Her bottom lip trembles. Rachel never thought she would see ice-queen Quinn cry. It's heart wrecking to see. "Do you think that, too?" Rachel asks, nervous for the answer. "I don't know anymore." Quinn says, terrified. "You make me feel so damn confused, Rachel. And I hate you for it." Quinn shakes her head, trying to make herself forget. "Quinn. Quinn. Please look at me. Quinn." Rachel tries to reassure her. Quinn sobs even more. "You can't help it that you're confused. You're raised by parents who made you think that this is true. There's nothing wrong with you, Quinn." She strokes Quinns back. Quinn nods, swallowing heavily "I'll try to never hurt you again, Rachel. I promise. I'm gonna be a good person for you." Rachel is confused by these words, but she nods, not wanting to upset Quinn even more. "Just calm down, okay? But don't fall asleep, I want to be home before tomorrow, you know." Rachel jokes. Quinn chuckles. They stay silent for a few minutes, and then Quinn starts the car again. "Let's leave the dramatic talks for what they are and bring you home. You're still soaked, by the way. I assure you that you're sick tomorrow. And it's sort of my fault." Quinn sounds guilty. Rachel slaps her leg playfully. "Don't start again. You said it yourself: we're past the dramatic talks, remember?" Quinn sighs and nods. The remaining part of the ride home, it's mostly Rachel softly singing along to the radio and Quinn just chuckling along with it. After half an hour, Quinn stops right in front of her house. "Well, here you go." Quinn smiles. Rachel smiles back. "Thank you for bringing me home save, Quinn." She thanks her. Quinn shrugs. "Sorry I was such a crying mess." She apologies. "You have nothing to feel sorry for. I think it is really brave of you to open up like that." Rachel looks at her hands. "…Can I hug you?" She asks quietly. Quinn chuckles. "Sure." She opens her arms and Rachel falls into them. She wraps her own arms around Quinn and savors the moment for as long as it takes. Rachel has to admit it feels really good and save to be here in the car with Quinn, in her arms. It's still strange to say that about someone who's made her life a living hell, but it really feels nice. She sighs happily. "Uhhm, Rach, I don't want to be rude but I can't breath." Quinn murmurs. Rachel quickly pulls herself of Quinn. She blushes. "Sorry." She says. Quinn grins. "Now you're the one who says sorry for no reason." She says, amused. Rachel shrugs, cheeks still flushed. She opens the door and steps outside. "Thank you, again." She says to Quinn, who's already starting her car again. "No, thank you." Quinn says back and it looks like she really means it. "…And good luck with you date." She adds. Rachel hears something in her voice. Anger? Jealousy? Rachel can't quite place it, but she decides to just do like she didn't notice it. "Thanks! Have fun with… your ride home." Okay, lame. Quinn laughs and waves for a last time, before pulling of, and riding away. Rachel stares until the car is gone. Well, she can add this to her "Weirdest things in Rachel Berry's life" list…
That evening, Rachel indeed feels terribly sick. But she doesn't feel herself caring much about it. Firstly because she doesn't have to go on a date with Finn (but the date is replaced to Monday. Damn.), secondly because she can't help thinking about Quinn and her beautiful, beautiful laugh… And thirdly because she's received a message from her stranger.
-Rabbithole17: So, did you have a nice day today?
-Broadwaystar0110: Writing a message…
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I was bored… Again… But I have to study, too. Ha, life is terrible sometimes :P. See you next time, and keep reviewing and stuff!