A/N: Okay, guys! Sorry it took soooo long to get this up here. Between, school, life, and lack of time, I just didn't feel any motivation to write for anything outside of school. BUT! School is out, I have a crazy fun job, and I'm happy now. That being said, I'm very much excited to be back writing for you guys, and I hope you all stuck with me through this HUGEEEE updating gap! Sorry for any mistakes, I tried to get them all but I almost always read what's supposed to be there instead of what's actually there.
Thanks for reading, as always! I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I have enjoyed having you as readers thus far.
~Kay :)
"So, BB-Q, tell me about this crush I keep hearing about." Dad says with a cheesy grin, casually popping a chip in his mouth like he didn't just mention one of the biggest struggles of my life. Santana gwaffs as I tense up. I guess a nice Saturday lunch while watching the game with my Dad and best friend was too much to ask for.
I clear my throat and lean back into the couch as smooth as possible. "Well, Dad, there's not much to say because I'm not crushing on anybody or anything except for a cup of ice." But is it really a crush if you're in love?
"That's not what Santana told me earlier, and that's definitely not what your body language says. Especially during the past week." He chuckles with a wink and casts a quick glance at my crotch, causing Santana to give a full belly laugh into her sandwich. I feel my skin heating up with complete mortification.
"Oh, my God, Dad! Really?!"
He raises his hands in mock surrender while Santana struggles to stay in her seat. "All I'm saying is that I'm the one who has to wake you up in the morning, and sometimes I see and hear things while you're sleeping, Quinn." I feel a blush rising from my chest to my ears. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, sweetie. It happens to the best of us as a sign of growing up. I remember when I first met your mom. I could not keep my mind off her, " His eyes get a faraway look in them as his reminiscent smirk grows. "I thought about her when I heard anything close to her name . Whenever I smelled something that reminded me of her I would immediately want to call her. I thought about her most in the shower, though. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about, Quinnie. You know our walls are kind of thin, so I hear you say Rachel's name every day, even when you think I'm sleep. And then-"
"Dad! " I interject, using my old bitch voice paired with the signature eyebrow raise. "I am not having this conversation with you, especially not with Santana here laughing at everything we say ." I almost feel bad for my outburst when I see the way their started expressions as any trace of laughter disappears. It was just that I was starting to feel really uncomfortable talking about these things with a parent, especially in front of company. I couldn't even talk about boy crushes with my birth (?) parents without being reprimanded, let alone celebrated.
My dad studied me with concern and a hint of at uncertainty before giving an absolute nod, slaps the table and stands up. As he walks towards me I begin to feel a wave of dread wash over me. This was the first time I've ever disrespected my new parents, I don't know what kind of punishments they give.
He sat down beside me with a sigh and scratched the back of his head before he spoke in a soft but firm voice. "Look, Quinn... It's-"
"I'm sorry, Dad. I didn't mean to be so disrespectful in front of company, even if it is just Santana." I ignore her indignant cry and give him my full attention with pleading eyes. I just-"
He cuts me off with a comforting hand on my shoulders. "Whoa, Q Bug, calm down and breathe. Stop looking at me with those puppy dog eyes." He chuckles. "I don't know where that came from, but I was going to say that it's okay to not want to talk about certain things with me, or anybody for that matter. But you can always talk to your mom and I, anytime for anything." He says earnestly.
"Really?" I ask, hopeful that I have understanding parents, and honestly, still a little uncertain that this is not a dream. He grins with a nod and bumps my shoulder with his.
"Yeah, now shut it with all the mushy stuff. Really, Q, stop acting like such a pussy!" Santana almost yells in my face. And the moment is ruined. Gotta love Santana.
"Shut up, San! Nobody asked for your two cents!"
"And everybody has asked you to grow two balls, but you don't see us walking around complaining that our wish never got granted." She says with a shrug and smirks into her handful of chips.
I feel myself blush and my fist clenching by my side. Dad steps in before I can say anything. "Girls, now is not the time. You can do that whenever I'm gone." He glanced at his watch and swore as his eyes widened in surprise before he jumped up, shoved the rest of the sandwich down his throat, and got his jacket. "I have to go take care of something for your mother before she gets home."
"What is it? Some tampons, maybe it's Maybelline?" Santana asked, laughing at her god-awful joke.
Dad just soon his head and chuckled. "Not this time, buddy. Besides, when someone loves a woman as much as I love my wife, they wouldn't care if they had to go buy tampons dressed in drag." he winks in our direction before walking over to the door and calling over his shoulder. "But this is just a surprise for your mother. MAKE SURE YOU DON'T TELL HER ANYTHING, GIRLS!"
And then there were two.
"You know what he's getting her?" Santana asks after a beat. I shake my head no, to which she only gives a grunt in response. We fall into a long span of comfortable silence while watching the game, both of our minds somewhere else.
"Hey, Q?"
"Yeah?"
"You still don't have any balls."
"...I know."
I should just ask Rachel out... No, it's too soon, plus she might not even be into me like that. But then again, she did that thing with the brownies the other day... But what if she's just bi-curious? I know I have a dick and all, but I'm still a girl. And what if she doesn't know to call us girlfriends? Oh my fuck, what if I'm just an chick-with-a-dick experiment for her?! I don't think-
My rising insecurities are quickly shut down when my phone vibrates on the desk. I get off the bed to get it, and it takes every fiber in my being to not smash my phone in a panic when I see it was the girl who's on my mind who text me.
10:22 Pm
Rachel: Hey
We had been texting more and more, our friendship was developing rapidly. Sometimes I tried to flirt with her but she kept shooting me down. But sometimes she would be the one to flirt. On those days it felt like someone stuck a hanger in my mouth and a rod in my dick. Wait.. The rod reference was bad. That would hurt a lot. But it was just really hard.
10:22
Me: Hey, Rach. How are you?
10:23
Rachel: Good. Bored... You?
Is that an invitation for something?
10:25
Me: Oh, that sucks. I'm pretty good. I'm just chillin' right now. You wanna come over?
I hope that wasn't coming on too strong.
10:28
Me: I didn't mean to come over, come over. Just to go up on the roof and chill or something.
10:30
Rachel: Relax. I wasn't worried about that, I just went to take a piss lol. I'll be there in a little bit.
10:30
Rachel: Besides, you couldn't handle it if I came over, came over.
That last message leaves my mouth dry and imagination wild. Maybe she'll be in her pajamas. Short shorts and a tank top... Not that I know that's what she wears to bed or anything. I jump and hurriedly wipe off the drool when my phone suddenly rings.
"H-hello?"
"Come on and open the door, Quinnie. I'm outside."
"Okay, hold on." I throw my shoes on and hurry down the stair, still talking into my cell. "My parents when out on a date night to celebrate something Dad just made up in his head, so we have the house of ourselves."
"Oh, cool. I'm not having sex with you, though." She says with a smirk in her tone.
"Don't flatter yourself, Rach." She'll never know that I'm more than dreaming about it. I open the door and end the phone call. She chuckles and saunters past me, going upstairs like she owns the place.
"It's not flattering myself if it's true, Quinn." I catch up to her and steer her away from the bed, even though that's where I'll want her later. Wink. Wink. "What are you doing? I thought we were going to hang out."
"We are hanging out; it's just going to be on the roof." I smile and take her hand and lead her onto the roof. Rachel gives me a weary look but sits down next to any anyway.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" She starts awkwardly. Knowing that she might be just as nervous as I am calms me down and we start and easy conversation.
Don't sweat it, Q-Dog. She's just another bee who wants a piece of this honey. She may think she's ready, but she ain't ready! Ain't nobody ready for this dick! ...Alright, Q-Dog, let's calm this down and ask her out. Don't make the hype face in front of her, focus on what she's saying about vegans liking bacon. All right, calm down and give her a minute. Don't just throw yourself at her. Look up from the cleavage and look at the stars.. Awww! She has stars in her eyes. Christ, I need to back off and give her some time, make myself seem smart and eligible. Did I use that word right? Never mind, just grow some balls and -
"Go out with me on Wednesday night?" I blurt, interrupting her and my inner monologue. "Like, a date? Do you want to go on a date with me, Rachel Berry?" Fuck.
"You want to go on a date with me?" Rachel asks, her lips curling into a small smile. I rub the back of my neck and give a sheepish nod.
"Yeah, Rachel, I do. I mean, I've wanted to ask you out on a date for a long time now. Sooo… yeah. " I chuckle, trying to down play the extent of my nerves.
"But, I basically just met you. We've only known each other for a few weeks."
"Sometimes," I start with a sigh. "Sometimes you just know, Rachel. And there are some days where I feel like I've know you for a whole year."
She blushes with a smile at what she doesn't know is the truth. "You don't even know anything me, Quinn." She says meekly. I know that I love you.
"Then teach me."
"Quinn..."
"Teach me everything there is to know about you. I want to know if you've had any pets, what your favorite songs are, and the food you hate so I can screw up and accidentally order it because I thought it was your favorite. I want to know you, Rachel." I try to convey every ounce of hope and conviction in my words and facial expressions. I lean closer and tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. "Will you teach me? Please?" I don't know why, but I whispered that part. Maybe because we have a vibe going on and I don't want to ruin it. Maybe because it looks like she really wants to kiss me, and I know I really want to kiss her.
Rachel turns her head and bites her lip, blushing and mumbling to herself. After about what fees like forever, she finally looks back at me a with concentration etched on her face. "I'm afraid of heights."
"What?" I ask, genuinely confused at the turn of events.
"You said you want to know everything about me. Well, I'm afraid of heights and I came up here just for you. Congratulations, you just learned something." My angel finished with a smirk, reminding me just how much I loved that about her. "You can learn more on our next date."
I couldn't stop the broad grin that took over my face even if I tried. "This is a date?"
"It was." She smirks and gets up from her spot to go back into the house.
"Don't I get a end of the date kiss?!" I ask playfully, waking fully into my room as I trail behind her like a lost dog. She just looks over her shoulder with a wink and saunters off.
"Maybe next time, Quinn Kong."
Thank God for maybe...
A/N: THERE IT IS! Did you like, love it, hate it?! LET ME KNOW! lol I needed to make a shift so there will actually be a story in this story. This is the leverage I need to jump forward. From here on out there will be more character development, self discovery, drama, and FABERRY! Yayyyyy! (That was a lot more enthusiastic than I actually am lol) Please Review.
Thanks in advance!
~Kay :)