Quinn awoke the next morning with a buzz of excitement and a splitting grin. Yesterday was surreal to her. Quinn knew she was on par with the guys with her skill, but to be placed on varsity day one? It was a euphoric feeling.
The blonde stretched her limbs until she heard the relaxing pops here and there. She slid her back against the wall, her pillow comforting her lower back. Still drowsy, Quinn rubbed the sleep from her eyes as her mind drifted back to a certain singer.
Why does Rachel keep popping up in my mind? Quinn's brow lifted. It's strange, I never thought of San, Brit or Kurt this much? Quinn knocked the back of her head on the wall, not only that but I get this weird feeling around her like I am all giddy or a complete wreck in a weirdly good way. Especially yesterday, I was actually excited she came to see me play…
Quinn slapped her forehead in shame. Of course she did, duh the whole entire school showed up. Mike did say soccer is the hot commodity. Quinn giggles softly with a slight shake of her head. Seriously, I even have had dreams about her, picturing said singer. A dopey grin grew on her face as her thoughts lingered.
Which quickly faded realizing once again Rachel was invading her thoughts. Oh lord I just pictured her again, with that fucking smile. Staring at the ceiling, missing the galaxy and stars from home. I know I am human and won't deny she is beautiful. Heck, she's got legs for days that are damn sexy— Quinn's eyes widened. Wait, wait did I just say SEXY?! Her hands flew to her forehead. Did she catch a fever?
Quinn rushed out of bed to the banister that protected the loft occupant from falling off. She leaned over, watching Kurt scurry every which way getting dressed. "Kurt, I think I'm sick!" She quickly got out when he was in the vicinity.
Kurt glanced up to Quinn. She didn't look sick. He shook his head with an eye roll before entering his walk-in closet. "Quinn, have you seen my blue blazer? I can't seem to locate it." He poked his head out, looking up to the loft.
Quinn's brow twitched in annoyance from being ignored. She casually pointed to the shared bathroom. "You left it hanging on the bathroom door, saying 'Oh, this smells. I really need to air this out'." She quoted in her version of Kurt.
Kurt hmphed. He went over to the bathroom and opened the door. Behind it he saw the blazer. With a curious sniff, Kurt scrunched his nose in disgust. "Guess I'll have to go with the red one then…" He left the bathroom and beelined it to the closet, calling out, "So what do you mean you're sick, love?"
Quinn sighed, contemplating if she should tell Kurt about her thoughts. She bit her lower lip. Maybe… maybe he can make sense of all this? She took a breath of courage. "Well, I just had a thought about… someone who's a girl and uh… thought they were sexy…" Quinn nervously gripped the banister.
Kurt stood in front of his standing mirror by his closet. His eyes peeked at Quinn in the reflection. "A certain female, you say. How do you feel about said thoughts?" A w, I think my Quinn is finally realizing she's not as straight as she thought. He turned to face his friend with a sympathetic smile who in turn looked confused with herself.
Quinn grabbed the nape of her neck. "I felt… like this heat rushing through my body? Like I felt giddy and the want to touch them was strong." She blushed deeply. This isn't a very Christian girl thought process… "It's a strange feeling because I've never had this before. I never felt like this with either you, San, or Brit?"
Kurt tilted his head, observing Quinn's body language. Holding in the small smile at Quinn's innocent thought process. "Quinn, honey, tell me. How did you feel when you kissed your exes or around them?"
Quinns face scrunched in through, "Well, it felt like kissing my brother so I guess familiar? I mean," Quinn now looking at her hands on the banister, "I grew up in a household where the man is in charge, the wife basically bends to his will doing anything to please them. That I should be with someone of high status to not look poor or pathetic." Quinn's father and mother popped into her head when they last fought, "So, I've never really thought about them, I mean I thought I felt something with Jesse but," not Jesse's ugly face crowded her mind, "I didn't." Quinn answered with a casual shrug.
Kurt's eyes bugged out in disbelief. "Honey, no! That's not normal. By that I mean kissing is normal but not feeling anything in your heart or stomach, isn't. When you kiss this other person that you feel strongly about, honey, you get butterflies in your tummy and excitement feathers over your skin. And if it's passionate you feel a deeper craving that burns you from the inside that you can't think of anything else but them and—" Kurt cut himself off, fanning his burning cheeks. He needed to keep his own thoughts in check.
Quinn's face warmed at Kurt's examples. "Uh… oh."
"As well as being around them, you feel off when you're not with them or in their vicinity. You constantly have them on your mind wondering what they are doing, what they are thinking, or even what they think of you. With friends as you noticed, you don't care what or where or why."
Now she felt even more lost. The simple fact that she never felt any of that in which Kurt so eloquently describes, in any which way. Now though, with Rachel… She was always told same sex is a sin but thinking of her parents they never showed any affection so seeing that between San and Brit was a shock. Quinn eventually came to the conclusion that sort of relationship could happen to her. Quinn then thought of Jesse, I actually never cared what he did, yea I helped him with his game but because he was pathetic. Not because I actually cared about him and when he held me I thought I was feeling something but now that I think about it, it was the same as my friends. Actually no, it's uncomfortable. Quinn bit her lip, I can't like girls, I've never looked at girls the way San does…
Before they could continue their conversation further, a knock was heard. They both jolted with Kurt rushing into the bathroom in a flurry, "Quinn answer please!"
Quinn sighed. She hurried down the loft stairs and swung the door open to find none other than the object of her thoughts. "Rachel?" Quinn swallowed nervously. Her eyes dropped, taking in Rachel's attire. Wow she looks really good in a dress. She shook her inner turmoil away mentally. Wow what the, what was that! Quinn seriously! "Ra-Rachel, come in-in." Curse this stuttering mouth.
Rachel studied Quinn Fabray with great interest as soon as the door swung open. A small smile adored her features as she took notice of those hazel eyes scouring over her body. I get goosebumps every time he looks at me. Oh Rachel Berry, you have it bad and school hasn't even started . "I did not know of you and Kurt sharing a dorm room. How fabulous is that?" Rachel walked past the soccer player into the dorm, spinning on her heel to face Quinn who shut the door.
Quinn leaned against the door. "Yes, fabulous if you call having him constantly go over hair products every morning." She rolled her eyes but still maintained eye contact with Rachel who giggled along, causing Quinn to grin. But then Quinn's shoulders tensed slightly. "An-anyways, what brings you here, Rachel?"
Rachel gushed internally at how shy Quinn was. "Kurt." She said simply but was excited that Quinn asked the reason behind her arrival.
"Ah, right, Glee. He mentioned something about you being in Glee with him." Quinn felt an odd shift in her chest when Rachel casually said Kurt's name. What is wrong with me? Am I angry over this? Oh Lord, what is going on with me and why does this only happen around Rachel… Lost in her thoughts, Quinn didn't hear the rest of the sentences from Rachel's mouth.
Rachel blinked at Quinn, tilting her head. I suppose he didn't hear me. Oh well, it is what it is. I will try again another time. She glanced down at her watch. She and Kurt only had twenty minutes to get to the auditorium to prepare for the day's auditions. Rachel glanced back at Quinn. I yearn to pull him by his collar and kiss him. Is it so wrong that I do not wish to go to Glee and instead spend time here getting to know this handsome, athletic, man of my dreams… Rachel blushed profusely at her thoughts, gasping internally. Have I found my leading man?
"Oh Rachel, I'm so sorry! I had to change my entire outfit to match my red blazer." Kurt came up to Rachel, burning her from her thoughts. Kurt then noticed Quinn at the door. "Oh Quinn, hun? Earth to Quinn?" He waved his hand in her face until Quinn jerked and blushed just like Rachel was a second ago.
Quinn glanced between the two singers. Shit. Did I miss something? Play it cool, Quinn. She cleared her throat. "Uh, yeah I was just thinking of some plays to bring up to coach at our next practice." Yeah, I think that works. "Sorry, I didn't quite catch what you asked, Rachel." Quinn smiled sheepishly.
Kurt raised a brow then rolled his eyes.
"Oh it is quite fine. Nothing of grand importance. Kurt, shall we? I do not wish to be late. As Captain and Co, we must establish a good rapport with the team and be ready for any assistance they may be in need of." Rachel raised her chin, storming out but not without a soft goodbye to Quinn.
Kurt shook his head. "I love her, but I truly hate when she gets too demanding. Well, toot-a-loo Quinnie!" He cackled, leaving in a flash.
For a second, Quinn felt that she missed an opportunity with the singer but shrugged it off. She decided to head back up to her bed, plopping down on her belly. Hm, wonder how they all sound. I don't really hear Kurt sing much. He also mentioned Mercedes. I bet she's a powerhouse. Though the one I wouldn't mind hearing, no, scratch that, the one I want to hear is Rachel. If Kurt said she's popular then I wouldn't doubt her voice is to die for. Quinn wore a dopey smile.
An hour later Quinn stood up from her bed, stretching to the ceiling. She took the stairs down easily, straight to the bean bags. I feel like watching Phantom of the Opera, for whatever reason. Twenty minutes in, though, Quinn remembered she was supposed to fill in Santana about her placements. Getting her phone, Quinn grimaced at the time; she knew waking Santana up before ten am was a death wish.
She called anyway.
"Waddup bitch!" Santana answered on the second ring. "So let's cut the shit, did you make it or nah?"
Quinn smiled at Santana's directness. "Varsity, San."
Hooping and hollering was heard on the other line along with a high pitch scream which meant Brittany was with her. "Damn I knew my girl would be number one. I'll bet you had all those boys pissing in their pants!" she cackled.
Quinn rolled her eyes, "Actually, I made a few friends that also made it, so that's pretty cool." She shrugged. Quinn decided to leave out the other details about the mock game willingly.
"Q, you know what that means?"
Quinn gulped. "Aw, come on, San. I just want to rest today."
"Nope! I'm gonna go Lima Heights Adjacent on yo ass! We're gonna get our party on, bitch. Whether you likes it or not, gots me?" Santana spoke loudly. "We're already out the door so get your pretty ass off that bed of yours and get ready! Gots it?"
The phone went dead.
Quinn sighed. Looks like this is going to be a long weekend… Her phone then suddenly rang again. Really, Santana? She answered without looking at the caller ID, shutting the movie off. "What is it now?" Quinn asked casually as she climbed the stairs up.
"Quinnie, dear!" Her mother's voice exclaimed.
She stopped her movement. "Mother?" Quinn closed her eyes taking a deep breath, "What is it that you want?" with slight annoyance in her tone, she went back to searching for clothes with a muted sigh.
"Oh, Quinnie, can't a mother call her daughter for a simple check up?"
"What is it, mother?" Quinn placed the phone down on speaker as she twisted the bind on her chest more comfortably.
"Quinn! Don't you dare take that tone with me, young lady!" Judy spoke sternly. "You will be here for Sunday service and then attend dinner with your brother."
Quinn's eyes widened. She forgot her brother was in town for the weekend and Sundays services. I forgot I promised him I'd meet his new girlfriend… Shit! What about my hair?! "Uhm…I don't think I'll be able to make it Mom with all the school, uh, things I need to get ready since classes start next week." Could she have come up with a more lame excuse?
"No. You will be here. If not, then I will cut your phone and credit card. Do you understand me, Lucy?" The anger in her mom's tone was clear.
Damn…I need to get Kurt to find me a nice wig! Quinn nervously ran a hand through her short hair, biting her lip. "Fine I'll be there, Mom. I gotta go. Bye." She tossed her phone on her bed in frustration. Quinn closed her eyes again, inhaling slowly when a quiet knock disturbed her. She arched a brow before the noise turned to banging and a familiar, loud voice followed.
"Q! Hurry the hell up! It reeks in this damn hall!"
Quinn shook her head. She opened her eyes and grabbed her wallet that Kurt had picked out for her since the Latina burned her purse. She took the stairs by two, down to the door and yanked it open, dodging Santana's next bang. "Alright, alright let's go."
On their way out of the dorms, they passed none other than Finn Hudson.
"Oh, look who it is? None other than Pretty Boy." He smirked, looking real proud of himself, not taking notice of Quinn's friends on either side of her.
Quinn rolled her eyes. "Really? Is that the best you can come up with?" She scoffed at his constipated expression.
Finn stepped up into Quinn's personal bubble, blocking her. "You know what? I don't like you. I bet you think you're so better than everyone here. Well guess what? You'll never be good enough for the team; no one cares about you and your," —he gestured to her body— "pretty boy style. I bet you never had a girlfriend."
She arched a brow at him. "Seriously, what is your problem with me? You barely even know me?"
Santana slid between the two; her back toward Quinn. "Hey Jolly Green Giant, don't ya have some peas to can? Back the fuck up, yeah?" She shoved his chest. "And for ya information, Quinn's dated far more girls then your Pillsbury looking-ass can ever dream of. I'd bet you've never passed first base with a girl, let alone with yourself." Santana proudly smirked to herself with her arms crossed.
Finn stumbled back. He was clearly upset. "You bitch! Who the hell do you think you are?" He made to grab hold of Santana but Puck intervened.
"Dude, watch it. Don't pick a fight with a girl, it shows you're a wuss." He told Finn. With a head gesture, Puck got Finn to glance around at the growing crowd.
Finn angrily glared at the three in front of him. "Next time, Pretty Boy, you won't have your Rottweiler with you to protect you." He pointed at her before walking past with Puck.
"Damn Q. This the shit you're already dealing with?" Santana glanced at said girl who sighs and shook her head.
"Yeah, I don't know why he dislikes me. I mean all I did was sign up for soccer then play against him. I guess it's because I scored more than him, I don't know." Quinn shrugged.
"It's ok Q! You don't need his approval because you have us! Oh, and Kurt!" Brittany spoke cheerily as she wrapped her arms around Quinn's left arm. Brittany pulled Quinn forward through the dorm building with Santana following behind.
"Yeah fuck this joint! We about to party!" Santana hollered as they exited the building, turning to the Drama building where the guest parking was located.
"First, we need to eat. It's too fucking early to do shit." Santana commented as they left the parking lot.
Quinn brow quirked, "it's only eleven San?"
"To Fucking Early."
Quinn shook her head, making sure to text Kurt about the wig dilemma.
After eating and realizing they did not dress appropriately to party and still early for a club. They spent the next few hours at the mall.
Quinn once again with the bags sitting at a bench watching people pass. Thinking deeply about Kurt's words. I seriously doubt I'm thinking of Rachel as more than a friend. I'm just getting confused since I'm dressed as a boy that's all. Quinn nodded with a smile concluding why the unexplainable feelings are happening. Her phone binged with notification.
Kurt: Alright hun, calm down I know the right place for a hair emergency. We'll leave at six tomorrow! Bye!
Quinn sighed in relief, thank God for Kurt.
"Alright bitch let's change and get our fine asses to the party!" Santana yelled from the store across from Quinn, with a few head turns. Finding a restroom to change was easy but the drive was long.
After a two hour drive, the trio ended up at a club with their fake IDs that Santana had received from her brother. Before exiting the car they decided not to drink due to the morning mall agreement they had with Kurt tomorrow. Now entering the club at around nine at night.
Brittany pulled the girls on the dance floor soon enough, where they ended up getting lost in the music. As they dance, Santana and Brittany naturally hover closer to the other, their movements becoming more sensual.
I hope one day they can see how much they mean to each other, Quinn thought as she slipped away from the two in favor of something to drink. She smiled at her friends' love, only wanting their happiness. I wish people in this town weren't so against same sex couples, then they could be happy together. I hope we can all get out of here one day.
Quinn walked up to the bar, ordering herself a coke easily. As she waited for her soda, Quinn turned to lean her back against the counter. She looked around. I wonder how Santana found this place, it's really popping. Oh, is that… wait? Quinn took notice of two women in a corner both, making out. She blushed at their display of affection and glanced away. She started to notice more couples that follow suit.
Quinn finally noticed around her more in detail. Females and male couples along the booths and dance floor. She even noticed the DJ displaying the PRIDE flag on their gear. Quinns stomach flipped seeing all the females mostly kissing and dancing with each other. Is it getting hot in here? Quinn felt as if she was sweating and her clothes were becoming tight. Not that she has any issues, she's completely fine with San and Brit together.
Is this a gay or lgbtq club? Why am I feeling this way, it's fucking hot-.
"Here cutie. Enjoy your drink." The red-headed bartender winked, placing Quinn's drink near her.
Quinn blushed. "T-thank you." She took a sip of her cold soda when her friends suddenly appeared beside her.
"Bitch. You didn't get us a drink?" Santana took Quinn's glass and downed half the drink before Brittany ripped it away and took a sip with a silly smile. She then handed the drink back to an annoyed Quinn.
"This place has such amazing music, right Q?"
Quinn smiled at her blonde friend before looking at Santana. "San, how did you find this place?"
Said girl glanced at Brittany. "I ran into an old friend the other day when Brit and I were at Breadstix for lunch." Santana shrugged before Brittany pulled her back to the dance floor.
A raven-haired woman walked up to Quinn. "Hey there, sexy, how does a dance sound, hm?" She was about Quinn's height in a short blue low-cut dress. She ran a hand down Quinn's arm.
Quinn swallowed nervously. "U-u-uh," she gulped, "I a-actually, uh, just ordered this drink so, uh…"
"Leave the kid alone. You're obviously making him uncomfortable." A familiar voice spoke up before a man walked up behind the woman.
Quinn looked at the man in relief but quickly realized who it was. Shit! It's Frankie. Why the hell is he here? She quickly looked down at her drink, trying to come up with an excuse to leave.
"Aw, Frankie I just want to dance. Fine then. Dance with me." The woman pulled Quinn's brother away. She silently thanked God for not letting him really take a good look at her.
Quinn, confused why her good Christian brother would be in this type of bar, decided not to stay any longer. Can't let him see me like this, I mean recognize me! She downed her drink and slammed it on the counter before pulling out a twenty to tuck under the glass. Quinn then rushed to find her friends, grinding sensually on each other, in the crowd. "Hey, hey guys we need to get out of here." She talked over the music.
"WHY?" Santana yelled before being pulled by Quinn with a pouting Brittany following.
"Frankie's here!" Quinn frantically spoke, leading them to the exit. The fresh nightly air helped Quinn calm down.
"Why the fuck is your brother here?" Santana questioned while being dragged.
"I wanted to dance more!" Brittany kept pouting to and in the car.
"I know Brit-Brit, but it looks like Q's bro decided to crash our night. Wow, and it's only two in the morning." Santana checked her phone before buckling up. "Alright, so my place tonight since it's closer and my parents are out for the weekend."
They pulled out of the parking lot and drove. Halfway there Brittany fell asleep.
"Hey San, thanks for defending me today. It was really cool of you." Quinn smiled softly at her friend who shrugged in return.
"It's whatever. We, the unholy trinity, will always have each other's back no matter where and what we're doing." Santana grinned at Quinn who couldn't help but feel more at ease at her friend's words.
Quinn then remembered her brother, "so why do you think Frankie was there?"