Another chapter for you guys...
SORRY FOR THE GRAMMAR MISTAKES, IT'S HORRIBLE AAARGHH :$
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Quinn
"Quinn? What are you doing here?"
Quinn just stands there, frozen, a few meters away from Rachel. What's Rachel doing here? And where's Puck? Oh god. Puck. He must have planned this. Quinn realizes she has yet to say something and that Rachel's still watching her with a frown.
"Uhh, I came here with Puck. What about you?" She brings out, voice trembling.
Rachel's frown turns into a gentle smile. Quinn loves that smile so much.
"I came here with Kurt, actually. But he's already gone for five minutes. He went to the toilets." Rachel shrugs.
Okay. Definitely a set-up. But she can't let Rachel notice it. Not yet.
Rachel breaks the silence. "Well, since our dates both left for hopefully a small amount of time, we can sit down somewhere, right?" Before Quinn can reply, Rachel already walked to the table she just left from. God, help me. Quinn walks after her and sits down at the other side of the table.
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Puck
"You never said the blind date was QUINN."
Puck looks at Kurt with an annoyed expression.
"Do you have a problem with that?" He snaps. He really starts to sound like Quinn.
"Actually, I don't. I always knew they have a sparkling chemistry. And I like those stories in movies where two people hate each other and it turns into love." Kurt looks dreamily at Puck. He suddenly feels creeped out.
"You're not gonna jump ME, right? You're not my type." Puck says fearfully.
Kurt laughs. "You're not my type, either. Don't worry, I'm only attracted to attractive men." Kurt looks at the table with Rachel and Quinn again. They actually started talking now. Puck scowls next to him and gives him a kick in his side. Kurt almost screams but Puck puts a hand on his mouth, silencing him. He looks around.
"We have to get out of here." He hisses.
Kurt protests against the hand that's still on his mouth. "Mffff Ive smm hmm" He mutters.
"Wait, what? Oh, pardon. I'll remove my hand." He evilly grins.
Kurt scoffs. "I said, NO, I want to see the date!" He puts his arms around himself, looking like a stubborn little boy.
Puck rolls his eyes and pulls Kurt with him to the other exit, at the back of the restaurant. Kurt protests by putting his whole weight in the game, which isn't that much, so Puck grabs his legs and lifts him over his shoulder, grinning while listening to Kurt's silent curse words that slowly fill the air.
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Quinn
After an awkward conversation about school, the silence returns. Quinn swallows loudly. Rachel plays with her spoon. Suddenly, Rachel looks up. Their eyes lock. Help. Those beautiful eyes. She feels her insides melt.
"They set us up, hmm?" Rachel quietly asks. Her cheeks flush red.
Quinn nods slowly. "I think so, yes..." She answers, closing her eyes.
"But why would they do that?" Rachel frowns. Apparently she does that every time she's thinking about something. Quinn looks amused at her.
"OH!" Rachel's eyes snap wide open. "I know it! They want us to be friends! Of course! They don't know we already are! The sweethearts..." She smiles brightly.
Quinn rolls her eyes. She knows EXACTLY why Puck set her up with Rachel. Not gonna happen, Puckerman.
"I think they're just being assholes." Quinn states.
Rachel gasps. "Quinn! Language! And Kurt isn't an asshole... He's an angel" She says resolutely.
Quinn chuckles. Rachel grins evilly at her.
"Are you laughing at me, Quinn Fabray?" She asks playfully.
"Of course not, miss Berry. It's just that Kurt... He's a bitch." Quinn honestly says.
Rachel gasps again. "You don't talk about people like that, Fabray! And Kurt is a really sweet boy. He helped me with my make-up today."
Quinn is thankful for that. The make-up looks wonderful, she has to give him that. Rachel never looked more beautiful than today. Quinn smiles. Rachel looks questionably at her.
"What are you thinking?" She says suspiciously.
"Nothing. Just that Kurt did a good job with the make-up. You look hot." She gulps at her own words. Did she just say that out loud? She used the word hot. She said it to RACHEL.
Rachel blushes furiously. "Gee, thank you, Quinn" she says shyly.
Quinn smiles sweetly at her, mentally slapping herself for her outburst. Sure, Rachel looks smoking hot, but it's not a ladylike manner to say that out loud to someone. She feels like a horny teenage boy.
It's silent again. Quinn taps with her fingers on the table, feeling terribly uncomfortable.
She clears her throat. "So, I never actually asked how terrible your date with Finn was."
Rachel looks oddly at her. "At a scale from one to ten? definitely eleven."
Quinn nods. "So... I thought you liked him." She nervously taps her feet.
"I thought so, too... But there was no spark, you know? I wait for my person." She sighs. Quinn gulps at the mention of 'my person'.
"And what's your person like?" She nervously asks, not looking Rachel in the eyes.
Rachel hesitates for a moment, but decides she trusts Quinn enough to tell her more. She starts talking.
"My person... My person is sweet, makes me feel loved without her knowing. She likes Alice in Wonderland, I guess. She's romantic, buys me flowers. She writes me love-letters, explaining her love for me. She's mysterious. She's so unsure about herself, and that's a shame because she's a wonderful person. Although she might fake her awesomeness in real life. She's my everything, although I don't know who she is."
Quinn feels tears welling up, but she hides it. Being an ice-cold bitch for such a long time isn't that bad, especially when you need it in times like this. She gulps.
Quinn looks up to Rachel, and she sees she's crying. Why is she crying? Quinn's the one that's supposed to feel sad! Ashamed, even. She's a coward for not telling her love for this small brunette.
"Why are you crying?" She asks worriedly.
"You're obviously having troubles with me being gay." Rachel chokes, tears streaming down her face.
"Oh, no, not at all, Rachel. Not at all." She smiles sweetly at her. Rachel sniffles.
"Are you sure?" Rachel asks, still looking sad. Quinn feels so bad for thinking she looks terribly adorable right now.
"Of course, Rach. You're my friend. It's really brave of you to tell me this." And it only makes me more like a coward
Quinn pulls a tissue out of her bag and gives it to Rachel. Rachel mutters a 'thank you', her eyes still puffy from crying.
Quinn suddenly gets an idea to cheer Rachel up.
"You know what? Enough of this dramatic stuff, we're gonna re-create your date with Finn. Your first date with someone is ruined, and I can't let that happen." Quinn jumps off her chair excitedly. Rachel looks amused at her. She smiles tearfully at Quinn.
"You're really saying this right now? You want to re-do my date?" She smiles brightly, and the crying is soon forgotten.
"Yes. What's strange about that?" Quinn grins proudly.
Rachel chuckles. "Nobody ever wanted to go on a date with me. Well, Finn... But..." She shuts her mouth.
Quinn feels anger building up inside. Rachel is beautiful, wonderful, sweet, caring and the most generous person she ever met in her entire life and still nobody wants to date her. What's wrong with those people?
"They don't deserve you. You're wonderful, Rach. So I'm gonna make your first date amazing. An amazing date for a wonderful person." Quinn smiles sweetly at her.
"Oh shut up, you're making me cry again." Quinn sees tears welling up again. She rolls her eyes. Rachel has always been an overdramatic person.
"Before we start this whole cry-thing again, I'm gonna take you with me now." Quinn pays for the drinks and grabs Rachel's hand in her own. Emotions run through her body. They fit perfectly. Suddenly, Quinn realizes she's staring at their locked hands for quite a time, and as she looks up she sees Rachel's bright smile. Beautiful.
"Okay, let's go, princess. I have an idea, but first we have to go to your house and after that, we're going to mine to pick something up, too." Quinn pulls her with her outside, getting into her car. At least Puck didn't take the car with him.
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"Funny girl? Why do you need Funny girl?" Rachel looks confused at her.
Quinn smiles. "Don't ask too many questions, you."
Rachel sighs. "You don't know how much I hate it when I don't know what someone's doing."
"Don't attack me, then." Quinn chuckles, while getting into the car again, ready to go to her own house.
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Quinn's parents aren't home. Surprise, surprise. She walks to the basement, grabbing the thing she needs. Good thing she left Rachel in the car. She would probably start asking about her parents.
Quinn's parents aren't that much at home. Her mom works in the afternoon and leaves in the evening, to get drunk at the local bar. Her dad is a very busy man. He has his own business, is very loved in this town. Unbelievable, because Quinn thinks he's a jerk. If she doesn't please him, he'd turn into a terrible man. He never hurt her physically, but he sure did mentally. According to him, she's a shame for the whole family. The first time he hurt her with his words, was when she got a B- for a test. He didn't care that the reason for it was that her mom vomited the whole day, and she had to clean it up. Be the good daughter.
But that's not important. She has to make a girl happy today. She looks at the video projector in her hands. It's an old one. She got it from her grandmother, before she died. Her grandmother knew how much she loved the projector when she was a kid and slept at her grandparents for multiple days in a row, every holidays. When she was little, they would show her films with it. It was magical to see The Lion King on such a big screen, just in front of her nose, whenever she wanted. She grabs the projector screen and puts a blanket around it. She puts the video projector in a bag and walks away, out of the basement.
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"Yeesh, you really made work of it." Rachel looks at the hidden projector screen. It's big, Quinn has to admit that.
Quinn smiles softly. "Yes, of course. I have to make something of this date, right?"
Rachel blushes. "You're a good friend, Quinn."
Right. A friend. This is all meant to be friendly. Quinn smiles halfheartedly.
"You're, too, Rachel." To avoid awkward silent moment, she puts the video projector and screen in the back of the car. She walks to the front of Rachel's car-door and holds it open.
"Get in, beautiful." Rachel flushes red at the 'beautiful' part, and gets into the car.
"Where are we going?" She asks, as Quinn finally sits down next to her.
"You'll see." Quinn answers mysteriously, and she drives off.
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Yup. That's it for today. Hopefully, I can update this week. But I have a test-week next week, so I don't know if I can, guys :$ However: review, follow, favorite... All that stuff xD
Sorry if this story disappoints you, I'm not very good in writing. It's a miracle that I had the guts to even post this story... But it means a lot to me that people actually read this. So, thank you.