You Hit Like a Girl (13/?)
Title: You Hit Like a Girl (13/?)
Rating: PG 13
Pairing:Quinn/Rachel, Puck/Rachel friendship
Spoilers: Season 1 compliant, AU Season 2.
Summary: The summer after her sophomore year, Rachel Berry has three goals: 1. Prepare for Glee 2. Befriend Quinn Fabray 3. Create a Lasting Romance with Finn Hudson. By the fourth week of summer she’s completely failed two of them. Now what is she supposed to do?
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
On Thursday morning, Rachel woke up before her alarm went off at 6 a.m. Her whole body was vibrating with excitement. She couldn’t wait for her date with Quinn. As Rachel worked out on her elliptical, she allowed herself to wonder about their upcoming evening together. She really didn’t know what to expect. Would they go out somewhere where people would recognize them? Because even though it would probably just look like two friends going out, most of Lima knew that Quinn Fabray was not friends with Rachel Berry. They did not just hang out. Especially since apparently Rachel was Puck’s sex slave. Maybe Quinn would set up something small and private, like a picnic in a concealed location or something like that. Rachel wouldn’t mind. A date with Quinn was a date with Quinn and Rachel hoped to God that there would be a good night kiss at the end.
Rachel went down to breakfast with a goofy smile on his face. She really couldn’t help it. She was surprised to see both of her fathers at the breakfast table but realized her dad must have convinced her daddy to take the morning off. She greeted them both cheerfully before sitting down at pulling out her phone.
Rachel: Good morning, Quinn ☺ Today is the day.
She set her phone down and dug into her breakfast. After a few moments she become aware of the fact that the room was silent and she looked up to find her fathers looking at her curiously. Elias was leaned back in his chair studying her as if she were a criminal. Hiram had an eyebrow raised and his head was tilted to the side.
Rachel internally panicked. Had they found out about the go kart track? How did they find out so quickly? She was fairly sure they hadn’t filled out a police report. Rachel planned to tell them after her date with Quinn so she didn’t run the risk of them grounding her. Oh God, she still had to tell Quinn about what really happened on her bro date. Maybe Quinn wouldn’t ask. Was it lying if she conveniently forgot to tell her?
Rachel shook her head slightly and plastered a smile on her face. “Can I help you with something?”
Hiram smiled. “You’re just awfully chipper this morning.”
“Well, it is a rather beautiful morning.”
Hiram and Elias exchanged a glance.
Elias crossed his arms. “What did you and Noah do?”
Rachel huffed, “Daddy, I have-“
“Rachel.”
She sighed, “We may have gotten banned from the go kart track.”
Hiram gasped, “What?!”
“We didn’t do anything illegal! And technically, the rules didn’t specifically state that we couldn’t have a sword fight while driving. IF anything, we should sue-“
“Rachel,” her dad hissed, scandalized.
Rachel pouted. She could tell he was working himself up to a rant. But then Elias started laughing.
“Like in one of those action movies?”
Rachel smiled in relief, “Exactly! It was so amazing, Daddy. We were swerving-“
Hiram slapped his hands on the table, “You’re both insane. Elias, don’t encourage her. And you, miss, if they hadn’t banned you, I would have.”
Rachel pouted slightly and went to go back to her breakfast when her daddy cleared his throat.
“What else did you do? You weren’t home until after eleven.”
Rachel folded both of her hands in her lap and looked carefully at each of them.
“You have to promise to listen to the whole story. No interruptions or gasps of indignation, please.”
Hiram narrowed his eyes but acquiesced. Elias nodded.
“We went to a bar. But! only because it was the only place open with vegan food choices. We didn’t drink at all, but there was this salsa that was absolutely to die for. In fact-“ Rachel noticed Elias raise is eyebrow. “I digress. We ate food and we actually met the new football coach. She’s agreed to let me try out next week. Isn’t that exciting?!”
Rachel bounced up and down in her seat and clapped her hands.
Hiram pinched the bridge of his nose but Elias gave her an amused smile.
“That’s awesome, Rachel, but you shouldn’t have been at the bar.”
“I know, I know, but now I get to try out!”
“Do you think you’re ready? Do you know what position you’re going to try out for? I know you can’t be quarterback, but what about a running back?”
“Well-“
Hiram cut her off, “No! We are not going to ignore the fact that she got banned from the track and that she snuck into a bar! Try out? Woohoo, my pumpkin gets to voluntarily be crushed by a bunch of stupid boys. I think some one needs to be grounded.”
Rachel gasped, “Dad! You can’t! Daddy, you can’t let him!”
Hiram pursed his lips, “Your father does not ‘let’ me do anything, missy. And why exactly shouldn’t I ground you?”
Rachel’s eyes genuinely began to water, “Because I have a date tonight!”
Her fathers frowned and exchanged a glance.
Elias leaned forward. “Rachel, you haven’t mentioned that you were seeing anyone. Young lady, you know we don’t keep secrets like that in this house. Who is it? The only people I know that you’ve seen lately are Noah and Quinn.”
Rachel sighed, “The only reason I haven’t mentioned anything before is because I was irritated with you for keeping a secret from me.”
Hiram frowned, “What secret is that?”
“That I’m a lesbian.”
Elias laughed and Hiram looked exasperated.
“Rachel, that’s not something that as parents you just tell your child. You had to figure it out on your own. When did you figure it out?”
Rachel crossed her arms, “Noah helped me earlier this summer.”
Her fathers faces scrunched up and Rachel’s eyes widened.
“Eww! Not like that! We just talked. It was that night we slept in the tree house.”
“Rachel Barbra Berry, you knew all summer long and you let your father and I worry that you might bring home another ridiculous boy?”
“You deserved it.”
Elias tapped the table, getting their attention. “So who are you going on a date with?”
Rachel felt the giddy smile spread across her face again, “Quinn.”
Her dad gasped and her daddy looked impressed.
“How long have you two been dating? Oh my goodness, was the other morning one of your first lovers’ quarrels?”
Rachel blushed, “Actually, we didn’t get together until after our ‘lovers quarrel’ as you put it. Tonight will be our first official date.”
“Aww. Elia, out pumpkin is going to have her first lady date.”
“Dad!”
Elias chuckled, “And a cheerleader too. Our daughter must be a little stud.”
Rachel buried her face in her arms and groaned.
Her phone went off.
“Ooo, is that Miss Fabray? You’d better check.”
It was.
Quinn: Good morning, and it is. I’ll pick you up at 6, okay?
Rachel: Okay. But I feel I should warn you that my dads know and they might do something embarrassing.
Quinn: Wait. You mean you didn’t tell them before? I thought you told your dads everything?
Rachel could practically see the frown on Quinn’s face.
Rachel: I was being petty. Dad withheld a piece of vital information from me, so I was doing the same. It had nothing to do with my feelings for or my faith in you.
Quinn: Okay. The big one’s a cop, right? He won’t have a gun will he?
Rachel: I make no promises.
Quinn: Rachel!
Rachel: I would never let anyone hurt you. Never.
Quinn: Yeah, well, you’d better have that calendar ready.
Rachel: Of course. I’ll see you at 6.
Quinn: At 6.
Rachel looked up from the phone to see her fathers smiling softly at her.
“She’s picking me up at 6.”
Hiram rolled his eyes playfully, “I guess I won’t ground you, then. But no more bars. Now, what outfit do you have picked out? Is everything ready?”
Rachel’s face paled, “Oh God. I don’t have anything to wear!”
Rachel never completely understood why people asked if she missed having a mother. She had never had one in the first place, so there was nothing to miss. Between her fathers and her Aunt Sue, she had everything she needed-except for a source of fashion advice. The three primary role models in her life spent most of their lives in uniforms. Her daddy wore his jersey all through high school and then traded it in for a police uniform. Hiram had never dressed like a normal human being. In college his wardrobe turned to scrubs, lab coats, and the occasional suit. And Sue, Sue had gone from cheerleading uniform to the uniform of a Marine, and then to the track suits that she was known for. They let little Rachel pick out whatever she wanted and it wasn’t always a good thing. Rachel loved her sweaters and her argyle. It was comfortable, slightly dressy, and functional. But, she wanted to look absolutely spectacular for her date with Quinn.
It was at times like this that she really wished her fathers were stereotypical gay men or that she and Kurt were actually friends. They did have a lot in common, if only they could get past their petty differences. Kurt would know exactly how to dress her in order to get that pretty blush to appear on Quinn’s face. She wanted to look so good that Quinn would have no other choice but to kiss her.
After going through her closet three time she sent a text to Puck.
Rachel: What do I wear?
Puck:….clothes?
Rachel: For my date!
Puck: I’m your bro, Superstar, not your chick friend.
Rachel: Just tell me what would look hot.
Puck: You and Fabray on a date. Seriously, it doesn’t matter what I think looks hot. It matters what baby mama thinks.
Rachel: Which is?
Puck: Jesus. Just think about all the times when Fabray was up in your business.
Rachel: Noah Puckerman! I cannot wear sweaty workout clothes or a football uniform on my first date.
Puck: Think about it. Fabray has a thing for butch Rachel.
Rachel; I am not butch!
Puck: Babe, I’m just saying Fabray seems to get a little hot under the collar when you wear the pants in the relationship.
Rachel:…I hate that I must admit you’re right.
Puck: Knock her dead, Superstar. I expect details.
At a quarter to six, Rachel was pacing in her living room while her dad looked on amused and her daddy stood watch by the door. Rachel had opted for a pair of black skinny jeans, a simple pink blouse, and a light black jacket. Quinn hadn’t specified whether or not she should dress up and Rachel had tried to pick something that could go either way.
By 5:55 Rachel was trying not to destroy the calendar in her hands out of anxiety.
At promptly 6 o’clock, there was a knock on her front door. Her dad kept her still while her daddy answered it. They heard voices murmuring and then, finally, her daddy called out to her.
“Rachel, your date’s here.”
Rachel took one last shaky breath and walked out to the door.
Quinn was standing next to Elias looking incredibly nervous. She was beautiful. Her hair was down and she was wearing a simple yellow dress and a white cardigan. When she looked up at Rachel, her eyes darkened and a very faint blush spread across her cheeks. It made Rachel gulp.
“H-Hello, Quinn.”
Quinn smirked lightly and then she ducked her head before holding out her hand.
“This is for you.”
Rachel took a step forward. There, in the palm of Quinn’s hand, was a dusty pink rose. Not the stem, just the blossom. It was almost as if she had been too scared to bring flowers, but wanted to bring Rachel something. The brunette smiled broadly and took the flower out of her hand, her fingers lightly grazing Quinn’s palm.
“Thank you.”
“Your welcome,” Quinn murmured softly.
Elias cleared his throat and they both jumped slightly.
He smiled. “You two had better get going. Remember Quinn, have her back before 11. I’d hate to have to send out a patrol car to find you.”
“Daddy,” Rachel hissed.
Quinn just stood a little taller and smiled confidently, “Yes, sir.”
Hiram took the rose from Rachel, “Both of you’d better be safe and have a nice night.”
They both nodded and he ushered them out of the door.
“You look very beautiful, Quinn. I hope Daddy didn’t scare you.”
Quinn smiled softly, “You do too. And he was fine. a lot better than I imagined. I expected more threats and maybe a shot gun.”
“Daddy is an excellent judge of character and I think he as impressed by the was you so thoroughly interrogated him about my whereabouts when I was off practicing with Noah.”
Quinn smirked, “Hey, no one was going to come between me and finding out where my Rachel was.”
Rachel’s stomach fluttered and she bit her lip, “Except that he successfully resisted your questioning.”
Quinn scowled as they stopped in front of her care, “He’s a police officer. It wasn’t fair.”
Rachel chuckled before quirking her eyebrow, “Whatever you say. Are you going to let me in your car?”
Quinn’s lips quirked before she put her hands firmly on her hips. “I believe I told you that you wouldn’t be allowed in unless I was given my calendar.”
Rachel patted the calendar tucked underneath her arm. “It’s right here. I’ll give it to you after we’re safely inside. I’d hate for you to just be using me for my superior organizational skills. You might just drive off once you have it.”
Quinn rolled her eyes and unlocked the car. “Darn it. You’ve foiled my nefarious plot.”
Rachel slid into the passenger seat. “That’s me: Rachel Berry, Nefarious Plot Foiler since 2005.”
Quinn wrinkled her nose, “Only since 2005? What were you before then?”
Rachel winked, “Nefarious Plot Developer, of course.”
Quinn laughed and Rachel handed her the calendar. Quinn looked over the calendar and then quirked her eyebrow.
“Power Rangers, Rachel?”
“You said it had to be cooler than Noah’s. And when I told him what I was making you, he got jealous.”
“Yeah?”
“Most definitely.”
“So, I’m the pink one. Hm. I thought the green one was a boy?”
“It doesn’t matter. The Green Ranger was the best and Rachel Berry is always the best.”
Quinn chuckled, “Isn’t the White Ranger technically the best?”
Rachel pouted, “Quinn, the Green Ranger has a dagger flute. A dagger flute!”
“He was also, technically, evil.”
Rachel gasped, “He was not. He merely got caught up in the wrong crowd. And, he switched sides so he could be with the Pink Ranger.”
Quinn grabbed Rachel’s hand lightly and smirked, “You really are a dork, aren’t you? Are you ready to go?”
“Of course. Are you ready to go?”
Quinn paused and Rachel could see the worry in her eyes. She squeezed her hand. Quinn squeezed back.
“Of course I’m ready.”
Rachel nodded and Quinn let go of her hand and started the car. They drove in comfortable silence until Rachel let the curiosity get the better of her.
“So, where are we going?”
“Breadstix.”
Rachel couldn’t help the look of disappointment that flashed briefly across her face, but she covered it up quickly.
“That sounds lovely.”
“I saw that look. What’s wrong? Is it not good enough because-“
“Quinn, it’s fine.”
“Rachel…” Quinn’s voice was stern.
“Fine. It’s just that they have a terrible vegan selection and I’ve never been impressed with their salad.”
She glanced at Quinn, expecting to see a frown, but instead there was a pleased smirk.
“I guess it’s a good thing I called ahead and made a special request.”
Rachel gasped, “You can do that? You did that for me?”
Quinn shrugged, ‘Technically, you can’t, but Santana practically owns the place since she eats there so often. I asked her to do me a favor.”
Rachel raised her eyebrows, “Santana Lopez helped you get the chefs to cook a special meal for Treasure Trail?”
Quinn fidgeted slightly.
Rachel frowned, “She doesn’t know.”
“It’s not like that, Rachel. I just wanted this to be between us tonight. I promised Santana I’d tell her everything after the date was over. I just wanted to have our date first. I mean, what if I blow it? Or you decide you don’t want to be out with someone who isn’t ready to hold your hand in public?”
Rachel slowly reached over and put her hand on Quinn’s thigh. “It’s okay, Quinn. I knew exactly what I was getting myself into when I accepted this relationship. We don’t have to do this. I understand if you’re not read. A lot of people we know go to Breadstix frequently and one of them could see us. They’ll be bound to ask questions. The fact that you showed up to my door with a flower in your hand means more to me than you could ever know.”
“I should have brought a whole bouquet.”
“Quinn. It was beautiful. And there’s no need to rush. We can go back to my house and watch a movie or something. We don’t have to go.”
Quinn shook her head, “We do, Rachel. I’m not going to hide you away like some dirty little secret. I’m not ashamed of you and I can’t be ashamed of me.”
“Quinn.”
“We’re going. I promised myself I didn’t get to kiss you again until I took you out on a real date. If I can’t do that, I don’t deserve to kiss you.”
Rachel bit her lip, “Well, then, what are you driving so slow for? We should be halfway done with our meal by now.”
Quinn smirked, “You want a kiss that bad, huh?”
Rachel hummed, “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll decide I don’t kiss on the first date.”
Quinn scoffed, “Sure, Berry, we both know you can’t get enough of me.”
Rachel smirked, “Actually, Fabray, I think it’s the other way around. After all, you were the one who stalked me for almost a week.”
Quinn snapped her jaw shut and scowled at the road. Rachel laughed.
Thankfully, no one they knew was at the restaurant. Quinn looked slightly apprehensive and Rachel wanted to reach out and grab her hand, but she didn’t.
“Relax,” She murmured. “As far as they knew, we’re just two friends.”
Quinn took a breath and released it slowly before smiling.
“I know, but we’re not. Our waiter better not flirt with you. I might have to hurt him and stiff him on the tip.”
Rachel chuckled, “Out of the two of us, he’d be more likely to flirt with you. Besides, we could get an old woman.”
Quinn’s eyes flashed, ‘Well, she’d better not flirt with you either.”
Rachel bit her lip, “I feel it is my duty to inform you that I find it incredibly appealing when you’re possessive. Even if I don’t approve of you hurting my bro.”
Quinn blushed and glanced around before leaning forward slightly, “I’ll keep that in mind.” She leaned back. “Speaking of Puckerman, what did you guys do last night? Did you just ride go karts until 10 o’clock and then go eat?”
Rachel fidgeted, ‘We did the arcade too. We left at 9:30 and over our late dinner we met the new football coach. She said I could try out.”
Quinn frowned slightly and then smiled, “I’m happy for you. I know how much you really want to do that. I still don’t like it, but I’m going to support you.”
“Thank you, Quinn. You’re the best.” Rachel looked around. “The waiter sure is taking a long time to get here.”
“I know and they don’t seem to be that busy. Hey, Rachel, did you say you left the track at 9:30? Because I thought it closed at 10.”
Rachel nodded.
Quinn raised an eyebrow, “But last night you said you stayed until they threw you out.”
Rachel looked down, “Well, you see, I-“
“Rachel Berry! You promised not to do anything stupid!”
“I didn’t! It was brilliant! They just didn’t agree with us.”
Quinn rolled her eyes, “Is there anything else you didn’t tell me?”
Rachel sighed, “We went to the bar for dinner.”
“What?! I’m going to kill-“
“Quinn! We just ate. No beer. No loose women. We just ate.”
Rachel reached out to grab Quinn’s hand but she caught herself and grabbed her napkin instead. Quinn’s face softened.
“You two are trouble together.”
Rachel nodded, “I know. We always have been. You looked through enough pictures to see how close we were. In elementary, teachers made special plans just to try to keep us out of trouble. We bring out each other’s mischievous sides. We always will. Can you handle that?”
Quinn searched Rachel’s face for a second before nodding, “I still reserve the right to kick his ass if you get hurt. And you have to tell me when you do things. No hiding things, got it?”
“Got it.”
“Good. Now, where is that waiter?”
As if on cue, a young man in his 20’s stepped up to the table writing on his order pad with a tray under his arm.
“Hello ladies. What can I-“ Suddenly he squeaked and dropped the tray in front of him like a shield. “Please don’t hurt me!”
Rachel blinked for a second before she recognized him. It was her daddy’s boss’s son, the boy she had beat at the fight club.
Quinn looked startled and glanced between the two of them.
Rachel plastered a smile on her face, “Good evening. Are you here to take our orders?”
“Yeah. Right. Orders.”
“Well, I believe Quinn is ready to order, aren’t you Quinn?”
The blonder narrowed hey eyes at Rachel before turning to the waiter who still hadn’t lowered the tray.
“Yes. We’d like two waters. I’ll have the alfredo and she’ll have the Santana Lopez special.”
If anything, the waiter looked even more frightened after he heard Santana’s name and he practically ran from the table.
Quinn stared at Rachel with her eyebrow raised.
The brunette gave her a sheepish smile, “He sure left fast.”
“Rachel.”
“Fine. But you cannot be upset because this was before you even acknowledged my existence.”
Quinn sighed, “Fine.”
The waiter scrambled back to them and slammed two glasses of water on the table before scurrying off.
Rachel ran her hands over the cool glass. “Remember when Noah and I got into that fight?”
Quinn nodded, her jaw tense.
“Well, I had to go to the fight club to fight him. They wouldn’t let me at him unless I beat someone else first. Our waiter was that poor individual. I defeated him in less than five minutes.”
Quinn’s eyebrow twitched, “You went to the fight club.”
“ And won the purse, but I haven’t been back since and neither has Noah.”
Quinn closed her eyes for a minute and bit her lip. “He’s so scared of you he looks like he’s going to pee his pants.”
Rachel shrugged, “I told you, Quinn, I’m a trained capoeirista. I can be quite frightening.”
Quinn opened her eyes. They were dark again. “It’s kind of hot.”
Rachel’s breath hitched. The blonde was giving her that look again, the one where she looked like she wanted to devour her. She could feel her face start to heat up and her fingers ached to touch some part of the girl in front of her. The waiter came back with a basket of breadsticks, breaking the trance.
As far as Rachel was concerned, the rest of the dinner was pretty fantastic. Much to Rachel’s surprise, the Santana Lopez special was delicious. Every once in a while Quinn would get a little self conscious and she’d get quiet and a little snappy. Rachel would just smile and quiet down too until Quinn would take a breath and offer Rachel a small smile. Rachel asked Quinn about cheerleading and her mother. They talked about Glee and Quinn listed with an amused smile to the comprehensive list of songs Rachel listed off.
When the waiter came, he dropped off two checks. Quinn frowned. Rachel just pulled out her purse.
“Rachel, what are you doing?”
“Paying for my meal.”
“But this is a date. I’m paying for you”
“There’s nothing wrong with splitting the cost of the date fifty fifty. One party paying for another parts feeds into the heteronormative stereotypes where the man is the only provider and pays for everything.”
Quinn leaned forward and plucked the bill out of Rachel’s hand. She made sure to hold eye comtact.
“Mine.”
Rachel just nodded.
After dinner, they went to the movie theater and Quinn gave Rachel a defiant stare before buying both of their movie tickets, They went to some romantic comedy that had been playing long enough that the theater was only half full.
In Rachel’s humble opinion, the only reason to go on a date to the movies was to sit close and hold hands. But even in the dark theater Quinn was sitting with her hands firmly in her lap. She wasn’t leaning away from Rachel but she definitely wasn’t leaning towards her either. Rachel’s fingers had been itching to touch the blonde all through dinner and now that they were close it was ten time worse.
Finally, halfway through the movie, Rachel decided she’d have to try. She leaned forward and slid her jacket off. Quinn glanced over quickly and raised her eyebrow. Rachel gave her a half smile and set her jacket down so that it was mostly on her lap but partially on Quinn’s. She waited long enough for Quinn to become engrossed in the movie. Slowly she slid her hand under the jacket. When Quinn didn’t move, Rachel slowly placed her hand next to Quinn’s leg. She let the back of her hand brush Quinn’s thigh. The blonde jumped. Rachel kept her eyes towards the screen, but she could hear how Quinn’s breathing had picked up. She didn’t move her hand, just left it there giving Quinn the option to take it. A while later she heard Quinn take a deep breath and then, ever so slowly, she slid her hand under the jacket and rested it against Rachel’s, the tips of their fingers barely intertwining. Rachel smiled the rest of the movie and when she looked out of the corner of her eyes, Quinn was smiling too.
After the movie, Quinn drove Rachel home.
“I believe that the next time we decide to watch a movie at the theater, we should see what horror films are playing.”
Quinn quirked her eyebrow, “You didn’t like the movie?”
“Oh, no. I thought that it was more than adequate. Romance, comedy, and action are my favorite genres.”
“No musicals?”
Rachel gasped, “That goes without saying.”
“Then why do you want to go see a horror movie? I don’t like them. Give me suspense or drama, but horror, unless it’s cheesy horror, really creeps me out. I spend the whole movie wrapped around the nearest pillow hiding my eyes.”
Rachel smirked, “Exactly. Except you won’t have a pillow, you’ll have me. And nobody at the theater will bat an eyelash.”
Quinn chuckled, “Smooth, Berry, real smooth. Like that move with the jacket earlier.”
“Admit it, you were impressed.”
“Maybe a little.”
Rachel turned serious, “Thank you for holding my hand.”
“Thank you for giving me the chance to take it.”
They pulled up in front of Rachel’s house.
“Walk me to my door?”
“Of course.”
Rachel’s heart thudded harder in her chest the closer they got to her house. When they stopped in front of her door, she turned to smile shyly up at the blonde, who kept her hands clenched in front of her.
“I had a wonderful time tonight.”
Quinn bit her lip, “So did I.”
“Even if it was terrifying?”
“Only a little terrifying.”
“Well, I think we should definitely do it again.”
“I agree.”
Rachel stepped closer, smirking lightly. “So, I think you earned your good night kiss.”
Quinn’s eyes darkened as they flicked to her lips, “Yeah?”
Rachel hummed and stepped closer, their bodies almost touching.
Quinn stepped back, “Wait.”
Rachel frowned, “What is it?”
Quinn looked down guiltily, “I…we’re on your front porch..anybody could see us… I’m not ashamed of you, I just…”
“It’s okay.”
Quinn searched her face, “Yeah?”
Rachel nodded and jerked open the door and walked into the house.
“Rachel…”
Quinn sounded so broken. Rachel raised her eyebrow, “Are you going to come in? Just because I can’t kiss you in front of my house doesn’t mean I don’t intend to kiss you inside of my house.”
Quinn smiled and stepped forward, only to hesitate. “What about your dads?”
Rachel grabbed her hand and tugged her inside before closing the door and calling to her parents.
“Dad! Daddy! Stay in the living room for at least another ten minutes, okay?”
“Sure thing, pumpkin!”
Quinn looked absolutely mortified. Rachel smirked at her and took a step forward, effectively trapping her.
She tapped her gently on the nose.
“I guess next time you should pick the porch or no kiss at all.”
Quinn scowled at her, “Maybe I don’t even want to kiss now.”
Rachel sighed dramatically, “Your loss.”
She started to step back but Quinn snagged her by the belt loops and pulled her back.
“I don’t think so.”
Rachel fisted one hand in the front of Quinn’s shirt and used the other to lightly trace Quinn’s jaw.
“You don’t, do you?”
Quinn hummed before closing the distance between them. It was different than their first kiss. More solid. Their lips brushed together repeated, longer, more pressure , and Rachel was having a hard time resisting the urge to run her tongue across Quinn’s bottom lip. Quinn pulled back, her cheeks flushed red and her eyes shining, and rested her forehead against Rachel’s.
“Best first date ever.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“So I earned a second date?”
“Most definitely.”
Quinn brushed her lips against Rachel’s forehead. “I have to go.”
Rachel nodded but didn’t move. They stood there like that for a few moments, their bodies pressed together, hearts beating fast, and then Quinn smiled.
“Okay, I really have to go.”
Rachel stepped back, “Okay.”
“Good night, Rachel.”
“Good night, Quinn.”
Rating: PG 13
Pairing:Quinn/Rachel, Puck/Rachel friendship
Spoilers: Season 1 compliant, AU Season 2.
Summary: The summer after her sophomore year, Rachel Berry has three goals: 1. Prepare for Glee 2. Befriend Quinn Fabray 3. Create a Lasting Romance with Finn Hudson. By the fourth week of summer she’s completely failed two of them. Now what is she supposed to do?
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
On Thursday morning, Rachel woke up before her alarm went off at 6 a.m. Her whole body was vibrating with excitement. She couldn’t wait for her date with Quinn. As Rachel worked out on her elliptical, she allowed herself to wonder about their upcoming evening together. She really didn’t know what to expect. Would they go out somewhere where people would recognize them? Because even though it would probably just look like two friends going out, most of Lima knew that Quinn Fabray was not friends with Rachel Berry. They did not just hang out. Especially since apparently Rachel was Puck’s sex slave. Maybe Quinn would set up something small and private, like a picnic in a concealed location or something like that. Rachel wouldn’t mind. A date with Quinn was a date with Quinn and Rachel hoped to God that there would be a good night kiss at the end.
Rachel went down to breakfast with a goofy smile on his face. She really couldn’t help it. She was surprised to see both of her fathers at the breakfast table but realized her dad must have convinced her daddy to take the morning off. She greeted them both cheerfully before sitting down at pulling out her phone.
Rachel: Good morning, Quinn ☺ Today is the day.
She set her phone down and dug into her breakfast. After a few moments she become aware of the fact that the room was silent and she looked up to find her fathers looking at her curiously. Elias was leaned back in his chair studying her as if she were a criminal. Hiram had an eyebrow raised and his head was tilted to the side.
Rachel internally panicked. Had they found out about the go kart track? How did they find out so quickly? She was fairly sure they hadn’t filled out a police report. Rachel planned to tell them after her date with Quinn so she didn’t run the risk of them grounding her. Oh God, she still had to tell Quinn about what really happened on her bro date. Maybe Quinn wouldn’t ask. Was it lying if she conveniently forgot to tell her?
Rachel shook her head slightly and plastered a smile on her face. “Can I help you with something?”
Hiram smiled. “You’re just awfully chipper this morning.”
“Well, it is a rather beautiful morning.”
Hiram and Elias exchanged a glance.
Elias crossed his arms. “What did you and Noah do?”
Rachel huffed, “Daddy, I have-“
“Rachel.”
She sighed, “We may have gotten banned from the go kart track.”
Hiram gasped, “What?!”
“We didn’t do anything illegal! And technically, the rules didn’t specifically state that we couldn’t have a sword fight while driving. IF anything, we should sue-“
“Rachel,” her dad hissed, scandalized.
Rachel pouted. She could tell he was working himself up to a rant. But then Elias started laughing.
“Like in one of those action movies?”
Rachel smiled in relief, “Exactly! It was so amazing, Daddy. We were swerving-“
Hiram slapped his hands on the table, “You’re both insane. Elias, don’t encourage her. And you, miss, if they hadn’t banned you, I would have.”
Rachel pouted slightly and went to go back to her breakfast when her daddy cleared his throat.
“What else did you do? You weren’t home until after eleven.”
Rachel folded both of her hands in her lap and looked carefully at each of them.
“You have to promise to listen to the whole story. No interruptions or gasps of indignation, please.”
Hiram narrowed his eyes but acquiesced. Elias nodded.
“We went to a bar. But! only because it was the only place open with vegan food choices. We didn’t drink at all, but there was this salsa that was absolutely to die for. In fact-“ Rachel noticed Elias raise is eyebrow. “I digress. We ate food and we actually met the new football coach. She’s agreed to let me try out next week. Isn’t that exciting?!”
Rachel bounced up and down in her seat and clapped her hands.
Hiram pinched the bridge of his nose but Elias gave her an amused smile.
“That’s awesome, Rachel, but you shouldn’t have been at the bar.”
“I know, I know, but now I get to try out!”
“Do you think you’re ready? Do you know what position you’re going to try out for? I know you can’t be quarterback, but what about a running back?”
“Well-“
Hiram cut her off, “No! We are not going to ignore the fact that she got banned from the track and that she snuck into a bar! Try out? Woohoo, my pumpkin gets to voluntarily be crushed by a bunch of stupid boys. I think some one needs to be grounded.”
Rachel gasped, “Dad! You can’t! Daddy, you can’t let him!”
Hiram pursed his lips, “Your father does not ‘let’ me do anything, missy. And why exactly shouldn’t I ground you?”
Rachel’s eyes genuinely began to water, “Because I have a date tonight!”
Her fathers frowned and exchanged a glance.
Elias leaned forward. “Rachel, you haven’t mentioned that you were seeing anyone. Young lady, you know we don’t keep secrets like that in this house. Who is it? The only people I know that you’ve seen lately are Noah and Quinn.”
Rachel sighed, “The only reason I haven’t mentioned anything before is because I was irritated with you for keeping a secret from me.”
Hiram frowned, “What secret is that?”
“That I’m a lesbian.”
Elias laughed and Hiram looked exasperated.
“Rachel, that’s not something that as parents you just tell your child. You had to figure it out on your own. When did you figure it out?”
Rachel crossed her arms, “Noah helped me earlier this summer.”
Her fathers faces scrunched up and Rachel’s eyes widened.
“Eww! Not like that! We just talked. It was that night we slept in the tree house.”
“Rachel Barbra Berry, you knew all summer long and you let your father and I worry that you might bring home another ridiculous boy?”
“You deserved it.”
Elias tapped the table, getting their attention. “So who are you going on a date with?”
Rachel felt the giddy smile spread across her face again, “Quinn.”
Her dad gasped and her daddy looked impressed.
“How long have you two been dating? Oh my goodness, was the other morning one of your first lovers’ quarrels?”
Rachel blushed, “Actually, we didn’t get together until after our ‘lovers quarrel’ as you put it. Tonight will be our first official date.”
“Aww. Elia, out pumpkin is going to have her first lady date.”
“Dad!”
Elias chuckled, “And a cheerleader too. Our daughter must be a little stud.”
Rachel buried her face in her arms and groaned.
Her phone went off.
“Ooo, is that Miss Fabray? You’d better check.”
It was.
Quinn: Good morning, and it is. I’ll pick you up at 6, okay?
Rachel: Okay. But I feel I should warn you that my dads know and they might do something embarrassing.
Quinn: Wait. You mean you didn’t tell them before? I thought you told your dads everything?
Rachel could practically see the frown on Quinn’s face.
Rachel: I was being petty. Dad withheld a piece of vital information from me, so I was doing the same. It had nothing to do with my feelings for or my faith in you.
Quinn: Okay. The big one’s a cop, right? He won’t have a gun will he?
Rachel: I make no promises.
Quinn: Rachel!
Rachel: I would never let anyone hurt you. Never.
Quinn: Yeah, well, you’d better have that calendar ready.
Rachel: Of course. I’ll see you at 6.
Quinn: At 6.
Rachel looked up from the phone to see her fathers smiling softly at her.
“She’s picking me up at 6.”
Hiram rolled his eyes playfully, “I guess I won’t ground you, then. But no more bars. Now, what outfit do you have picked out? Is everything ready?”
Rachel’s face paled, “Oh God. I don’t have anything to wear!”
Rachel never completely understood why people asked if she missed having a mother. She had never had one in the first place, so there was nothing to miss. Between her fathers and her Aunt Sue, she had everything she needed-except for a source of fashion advice. The three primary role models in her life spent most of their lives in uniforms. Her daddy wore his jersey all through high school and then traded it in for a police uniform. Hiram had never dressed like a normal human being. In college his wardrobe turned to scrubs, lab coats, and the occasional suit. And Sue, Sue had gone from cheerleading uniform to the uniform of a Marine, and then to the track suits that she was known for. They let little Rachel pick out whatever she wanted and it wasn’t always a good thing. Rachel loved her sweaters and her argyle. It was comfortable, slightly dressy, and functional. But, she wanted to look absolutely spectacular for her date with Quinn.
It was at times like this that she really wished her fathers were stereotypical gay men or that she and Kurt were actually friends. They did have a lot in common, if only they could get past their petty differences. Kurt would know exactly how to dress her in order to get that pretty blush to appear on Quinn’s face. She wanted to look so good that Quinn would have no other choice but to kiss her.
After going through her closet three time she sent a text to Puck.
Rachel: What do I wear?
Puck:….clothes?
Rachel: For my date!
Puck: I’m your bro, Superstar, not your chick friend.
Rachel: Just tell me what would look hot.
Puck: You and Fabray on a date. Seriously, it doesn’t matter what I think looks hot. It matters what baby mama thinks.
Rachel: Which is?
Puck: Jesus. Just think about all the times when Fabray was up in your business.
Rachel: Noah Puckerman! I cannot wear sweaty workout clothes or a football uniform on my first date.
Puck: Think about it. Fabray has a thing for butch Rachel.
Rachel; I am not butch!
Puck: Babe, I’m just saying Fabray seems to get a little hot under the collar when you wear the pants in the relationship.
Rachel:…I hate that I must admit you’re right.
Puck: Knock her dead, Superstar. I expect details.
At a quarter to six, Rachel was pacing in her living room while her dad looked on amused and her daddy stood watch by the door. Rachel had opted for a pair of black skinny jeans, a simple pink blouse, and a light black jacket. Quinn hadn’t specified whether or not she should dress up and Rachel had tried to pick something that could go either way.
By 5:55 Rachel was trying not to destroy the calendar in her hands out of anxiety.
At promptly 6 o’clock, there was a knock on her front door. Her dad kept her still while her daddy answered it. They heard voices murmuring and then, finally, her daddy called out to her.
“Rachel, your date’s here.”
Rachel took one last shaky breath and walked out to the door.
Quinn was standing next to Elias looking incredibly nervous. She was beautiful. Her hair was down and she was wearing a simple yellow dress and a white cardigan. When she looked up at Rachel, her eyes darkened and a very faint blush spread across her cheeks. It made Rachel gulp.
“H-Hello, Quinn.”
Quinn smirked lightly and then she ducked her head before holding out her hand.
“This is for you.”
Rachel took a step forward. There, in the palm of Quinn’s hand, was a dusty pink rose. Not the stem, just the blossom. It was almost as if she had been too scared to bring flowers, but wanted to bring Rachel something. The brunette smiled broadly and took the flower out of her hand, her fingers lightly grazing Quinn’s palm.
“Thank you.”
“Your welcome,” Quinn murmured softly.
Elias cleared his throat and they both jumped slightly.
He smiled. “You two had better get going. Remember Quinn, have her back before 11. I’d hate to have to send out a patrol car to find you.”
“Daddy,” Rachel hissed.
Quinn just stood a little taller and smiled confidently, “Yes, sir.”
Hiram took the rose from Rachel, “Both of you’d better be safe and have a nice night.”
They both nodded and he ushered them out of the door.
“You look very beautiful, Quinn. I hope Daddy didn’t scare you.”
Quinn smiled softly, “You do too. And he was fine. a lot better than I imagined. I expected more threats and maybe a shot gun.”
“Daddy is an excellent judge of character and I think he as impressed by the was you so thoroughly interrogated him about my whereabouts when I was off practicing with Noah.”
Quinn smirked, “Hey, no one was going to come between me and finding out where my Rachel was.”
Rachel’s stomach fluttered and she bit her lip, “Except that he successfully resisted your questioning.”
Quinn scowled as they stopped in front of her care, “He’s a police officer. It wasn’t fair.”
Rachel chuckled before quirking her eyebrow, “Whatever you say. Are you going to let me in your car?”
Quinn’s lips quirked before she put her hands firmly on her hips. “I believe I told you that you wouldn’t be allowed in unless I was given my calendar.”
Rachel patted the calendar tucked underneath her arm. “It’s right here. I’ll give it to you after we’re safely inside. I’d hate for you to just be using me for my superior organizational skills. You might just drive off once you have it.”
Quinn rolled her eyes and unlocked the car. “Darn it. You’ve foiled my nefarious plot.”
Rachel slid into the passenger seat. “That’s me: Rachel Berry, Nefarious Plot Foiler since 2005.”
Quinn wrinkled her nose, “Only since 2005? What were you before then?”
Rachel winked, “Nefarious Plot Developer, of course.”
Quinn laughed and Rachel handed her the calendar. Quinn looked over the calendar and then quirked her eyebrow.
“Power Rangers, Rachel?”
“You said it had to be cooler than Noah’s. And when I told him what I was making you, he got jealous.”
“Yeah?”
“Most definitely.”
“So, I’m the pink one. Hm. I thought the green one was a boy?”
“It doesn’t matter. The Green Ranger was the best and Rachel Berry is always the best.”
Quinn chuckled, “Isn’t the White Ranger technically the best?”
Rachel pouted, “Quinn, the Green Ranger has a dagger flute. A dagger flute!”
“He was also, technically, evil.”
Rachel gasped, “He was not. He merely got caught up in the wrong crowd. And, he switched sides so he could be with the Pink Ranger.”
Quinn grabbed Rachel’s hand lightly and smirked, “You really are a dork, aren’t you? Are you ready to go?”
“Of course. Are you ready to go?”
Quinn paused and Rachel could see the worry in her eyes. She squeezed her hand. Quinn squeezed back.
“Of course I’m ready.”
Rachel nodded and Quinn let go of her hand and started the car. They drove in comfortable silence until Rachel let the curiosity get the better of her.
“So, where are we going?”
“Breadstix.”
Rachel couldn’t help the look of disappointment that flashed briefly across her face, but she covered it up quickly.
“That sounds lovely.”
“I saw that look. What’s wrong? Is it not good enough because-“
“Quinn, it’s fine.”
“Rachel…” Quinn’s voice was stern.
“Fine. It’s just that they have a terrible vegan selection and I’ve never been impressed with their salad.”
She glanced at Quinn, expecting to see a frown, but instead there was a pleased smirk.
“I guess it’s a good thing I called ahead and made a special request.”
Rachel gasped, “You can do that? You did that for me?”
Quinn shrugged, ‘Technically, you can’t, but Santana practically owns the place since she eats there so often. I asked her to do me a favor.”
Rachel raised her eyebrows, “Santana Lopez helped you get the chefs to cook a special meal for Treasure Trail?”
Quinn fidgeted slightly.
Rachel frowned, “She doesn’t know.”
“It’s not like that, Rachel. I just wanted this to be between us tonight. I promised Santana I’d tell her everything after the date was over. I just wanted to have our date first. I mean, what if I blow it? Or you decide you don’t want to be out with someone who isn’t ready to hold your hand in public?”
Rachel slowly reached over and put her hand on Quinn’s thigh. “It’s okay, Quinn. I knew exactly what I was getting myself into when I accepted this relationship. We don’t have to do this. I understand if you’re not read. A lot of people we know go to Breadstix frequently and one of them could see us. They’ll be bound to ask questions. The fact that you showed up to my door with a flower in your hand means more to me than you could ever know.”
“I should have brought a whole bouquet.”
“Quinn. It was beautiful. And there’s no need to rush. We can go back to my house and watch a movie or something. We don’t have to go.”
Quinn shook her head, “We do, Rachel. I’m not going to hide you away like some dirty little secret. I’m not ashamed of you and I can’t be ashamed of me.”
“Quinn.”
“We’re going. I promised myself I didn’t get to kiss you again until I took you out on a real date. If I can’t do that, I don’t deserve to kiss you.”
Rachel bit her lip, “Well, then, what are you driving so slow for? We should be halfway done with our meal by now.”
Quinn smirked, “You want a kiss that bad, huh?”
Rachel hummed, “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll decide I don’t kiss on the first date.”
Quinn scoffed, “Sure, Berry, we both know you can’t get enough of me.”
Rachel smirked, “Actually, Fabray, I think it’s the other way around. After all, you were the one who stalked me for almost a week.”
Quinn snapped her jaw shut and scowled at the road. Rachel laughed.
Thankfully, no one they knew was at the restaurant. Quinn looked slightly apprehensive and Rachel wanted to reach out and grab her hand, but she didn’t.
“Relax,” She murmured. “As far as they knew, we’re just two friends.”
Quinn took a breath and released it slowly before smiling.
“I know, but we’re not. Our waiter better not flirt with you. I might have to hurt him and stiff him on the tip.”
Rachel chuckled, “Out of the two of us, he’d be more likely to flirt with you. Besides, we could get an old woman.”
Quinn’s eyes flashed, ‘Well, she’d better not flirt with you either.”
Rachel bit her lip, “I feel it is my duty to inform you that I find it incredibly appealing when you’re possessive. Even if I don’t approve of you hurting my bro.”
Quinn blushed and glanced around before leaning forward slightly, “I’ll keep that in mind.” She leaned back. “Speaking of Puckerman, what did you guys do last night? Did you just ride go karts until 10 o’clock and then go eat?”
Rachel fidgeted, ‘We did the arcade too. We left at 9:30 and over our late dinner we met the new football coach. She said I could try out.”
Quinn frowned slightly and then smiled, “I’m happy for you. I know how much you really want to do that. I still don’t like it, but I’m going to support you.”
“Thank you, Quinn. You’re the best.” Rachel looked around. “The waiter sure is taking a long time to get here.”
“I know and they don’t seem to be that busy. Hey, Rachel, did you say you left the track at 9:30? Because I thought it closed at 10.”
Rachel nodded.
Quinn raised an eyebrow, “But last night you said you stayed until they threw you out.”
Rachel looked down, “Well, you see, I-“
“Rachel Berry! You promised not to do anything stupid!”
“I didn’t! It was brilliant! They just didn’t agree with us.”
Quinn rolled her eyes, “Is there anything else you didn’t tell me?”
Rachel sighed, “We went to the bar for dinner.”
“What?! I’m going to kill-“
“Quinn! We just ate. No beer. No loose women. We just ate.”
Rachel reached out to grab Quinn’s hand but she caught herself and grabbed her napkin instead. Quinn’s face softened.
“You two are trouble together.”
Rachel nodded, “I know. We always have been. You looked through enough pictures to see how close we were. In elementary, teachers made special plans just to try to keep us out of trouble. We bring out each other’s mischievous sides. We always will. Can you handle that?”
Quinn searched Rachel’s face for a second before nodding, “I still reserve the right to kick his ass if you get hurt. And you have to tell me when you do things. No hiding things, got it?”
“Got it.”
“Good. Now, where is that waiter?”
As if on cue, a young man in his 20’s stepped up to the table writing on his order pad with a tray under his arm.
“Hello ladies. What can I-“ Suddenly he squeaked and dropped the tray in front of him like a shield. “Please don’t hurt me!”
Rachel blinked for a second before she recognized him. It was her daddy’s boss’s son, the boy she had beat at the fight club.
Quinn looked startled and glanced between the two of them.
Rachel plastered a smile on her face, “Good evening. Are you here to take our orders?”
“Yeah. Right. Orders.”
“Well, I believe Quinn is ready to order, aren’t you Quinn?”
The blonder narrowed hey eyes at Rachel before turning to the waiter who still hadn’t lowered the tray.
“Yes. We’d like two waters. I’ll have the alfredo and she’ll have the Santana Lopez special.”
If anything, the waiter looked even more frightened after he heard Santana’s name and he practically ran from the table.
Quinn stared at Rachel with her eyebrow raised.
The brunette gave her a sheepish smile, “He sure left fast.”
“Rachel.”
“Fine. But you cannot be upset because this was before you even acknowledged my existence.”
Quinn sighed, “Fine.”
The waiter scrambled back to them and slammed two glasses of water on the table before scurrying off.
Rachel ran her hands over the cool glass. “Remember when Noah and I got into that fight?”
Quinn nodded, her jaw tense.
“Well, I had to go to the fight club to fight him. They wouldn’t let me at him unless I beat someone else first. Our waiter was that poor individual. I defeated him in less than five minutes.”
Quinn’s eyebrow twitched, “You went to the fight club.”
“ And won the purse, but I haven’t been back since and neither has Noah.”
Quinn closed her eyes for a minute and bit her lip. “He’s so scared of you he looks like he’s going to pee his pants.”
Rachel shrugged, “I told you, Quinn, I’m a trained capoeirista. I can be quite frightening.”
Quinn opened her eyes. They were dark again. “It’s kind of hot.”
Rachel’s breath hitched. The blonde was giving her that look again, the one where she looked like she wanted to devour her. She could feel her face start to heat up and her fingers ached to touch some part of the girl in front of her. The waiter came back with a basket of breadsticks, breaking the trance.
As far as Rachel was concerned, the rest of the dinner was pretty fantastic. Much to Rachel’s surprise, the Santana Lopez special was delicious. Every once in a while Quinn would get a little self conscious and she’d get quiet and a little snappy. Rachel would just smile and quiet down too until Quinn would take a breath and offer Rachel a small smile. Rachel asked Quinn about cheerleading and her mother. They talked about Glee and Quinn listed with an amused smile to the comprehensive list of songs Rachel listed off.
When the waiter came, he dropped off two checks. Quinn frowned. Rachel just pulled out her purse.
“Rachel, what are you doing?”
“Paying for my meal.”
“But this is a date. I’m paying for you”
“There’s nothing wrong with splitting the cost of the date fifty fifty. One party paying for another parts feeds into the heteronormative stereotypes where the man is the only provider and pays for everything.”
Quinn leaned forward and plucked the bill out of Rachel’s hand. She made sure to hold eye comtact.
“Mine.”
Rachel just nodded.
After dinner, they went to the movie theater and Quinn gave Rachel a defiant stare before buying both of their movie tickets, They went to some romantic comedy that had been playing long enough that the theater was only half full.
In Rachel’s humble opinion, the only reason to go on a date to the movies was to sit close and hold hands. But even in the dark theater Quinn was sitting with her hands firmly in her lap. She wasn’t leaning away from Rachel but she definitely wasn’t leaning towards her either. Rachel’s fingers had been itching to touch the blonde all through dinner and now that they were close it was ten time worse.
Finally, halfway through the movie, Rachel decided she’d have to try. She leaned forward and slid her jacket off. Quinn glanced over quickly and raised her eyebrow. Rachel gave her a half smile and set her jacket down so that it was mostly on her lap but partially on Quinn’s. She waited long enough for Quinn to become engrossed in the movie. Slowly she slid her hand under the jacket. When Quinn didn’t move, Rachel slowly placed her hand next to Quinn’s leg. She let the back of her hand brush Quinn’s thigh. The blonde jumped. Rachel kept her eyes towards the screen, but she could hear how Quinn’s breathing had picked up. She didn’t move her hand, just left it there giving Quinn the option to take it. A while later she heard Quinn take a deep breath and then, ever so slowly, she slid her hand under the jacket and rested it against Rachel’s, the tips of their fingers barely intertwining. Rachel smiled the rest of the movie and when she looked out of the corner of her eyes, Quinn was smiling too.
After the movie, Quinn drove Rachel home.
“I believe that the next time we decide to watch a movie at the theater, we should see what horror films are playing.”
Quinn quirked her eyebrow, “You didn’t like the movie?”
“Oh, no. I thought that it was more than adequate. Romance, comedy, and action are my favorite genres.”
“No musicals?”
Rachel gasped, “That goes without saying.”
“Then why do you want to go see a horror movie? I don’t like them. Give me suspense or drama, but horror, unless it’s cheesy horror, really creeps me out. I spend the whole movie wrapped around the nearest pillow hiding my eyes.”
Rachel smirked, “Exactly. Except you won’t have a pillow, you’ll have me. And nobody at the theater will bat an eyelash.”
Quinn chuckled, “Smooth, Berry, real smooth. Like that move with the jacket earlier.”
“Admit it, you were impressed.”
“Maybe a little.”
Rachel turned serious, “Thank you for holding my hand.”
“Thank you for giving me the chance to take it.”
They pulled up in front of Rachel’s house.
“Walk me to my door?”
“Of course.”
Rachel’s heart thudded harder in her chest the closer they got to her house. When they stopped in front of her door, she turned to smile shyly up at the blonde, who kept her hands clenched in front of her.
“I had a wonderful time tonight.”
Quinn bit her lip, “So did I.”
“Even if it was terrifying?”
“Only a little terrifying.”
“Well, I think we should definitely do it again.”
“I agree.”
Rachel stepped closer, smirking lightly. “So, I think you earned your good night kiss.”
Quinn’s eyes darkened as they flicked to her lips, “Yeah?”
Rachel hummed and stepped closer, their bodies almost touching.
Quinn stepped back, “Wait.”
Rachel frowned, “What is it?”
Quinn looked down guiltily, “I…we’re on your front porch..anybody could see us… I’m not ashamed of you, I just…”
“It’s okay.”
Quinn searched her face, “Yeah?”
Rachel nodded and jerked open the door and walked into the house.
“Rachel…”
Quinn sounded so broken. Rachel raised her eyebrow, “Are you going to come in? Just because I can’t kiss you in front of my house doesn’t mean I don’t intend to kiss you inside of my house.”
Quinn smiled and stepped forward, only to hesitate. “What about your dads?”
Rachel grabbed her hand and tugged her inside before closing the door and calling to her parents.
“Dad! Daddy! Stay in the living room for at least another ten minutes, okay?”
“Sure thing, pumpkin!”
Quinn looked absolutely mortified. Rachel smirked at her and took a step forward, effectively trapping her.
She tapped her gently on the nose.
“I guess next time you should pick the porch or no kiss at all.”
Quinn scowled at her, “Maybe I don’t even want to kiss now.”
Rachel sighed dramatically, “Your loss.”
She started to step back but Quinn snagged her by the belt loops and pulled her back.
“I don’t think so.”
Rachel fisted one hand in the front of Quinn’s shirt and used the other to lightly trace Quinn’s jaw.
“You don’t, do you?”
Quinn hummed before closing the distance between them. It was different than their first kiss. More solid. Their lips brushed together repeated, longer, more pressure , and Rachel was having a hard time resisting the urge to run her tongue across Quinn’s bottom lip. Quinn pulled back, her cheeks flushed red and her eyes shining, and rested her forehead against Rachel’s.
“Best first date ever.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“So I earned a second date?”
“Most definitely.”
Quinn brushed her lips against Rachel’s forehead. “I have to go.”
Rachel nodded but didn’t move. They stood there like that for a few moments, their bodies pressed together, hearts beating fast, and then Quinn smiled.
“Okay, I really have to go.”
Rachel stepped back, “Okay.”
“Good night, Rachel.”
“Good night, Quinn.”