(You and I) Collide (6/?)
Pairing: Quinn/Rachel
Length: 1,672
Rating: PG-13 so far.. might change in the future
Spoilers: Through "A Very Glee Christmas"
Summary: Quinn's tired of Sam, so decides to comfort Rachel after her break up with Finn. She never expected that comforting Rachel would lead to this. Quinn's POV.
A/N: My Winter break ends tomorrow, so I'm writing up a storm! You may get chapter 7 by tonight. Oh yeah, Happy New Year everybody! I hope you like this chapter, and please don't hate me.. Enjoy!
Winter break went slower than Quinn wanted it to. Coach Sylvester didn't bother having practice the first week, which was weird. Quinn spent the entire week texting with her favorite brunette and hanging out with Santana or Brittany. She hated that she couldn't hang out with them at the same time, but she knew how the Latina was. Every time Quinn would be with Brittany, the taller blonde would always ask if she had talked to Santana. The head Cheerio would always have to say no.
The only reason she hadn't talked to Santana about Brittany was because she was tangled up in her own feelings. Quinn had seriously considered flying to New York so she could be with Rachel, but she knew she didn't have enough money. She kind of wished she did have enough money because when the second week of Winter break rolled around, Coach Sylvester had them practicing for ten hours a day.
Luckily, Coach backed off a little on New Years Eve and only had a three hour practice. Once Quinn was home, she called Rachel.
"Hello, Quinn," Rachel screamed into the phone. Quinn could hear a large crowd of people yelling. She knew that the brunette was in Times Square to watch the ball drop.
"Hey, Rach," she yelled back.
"Are you going to watch the ball drop on TV?"
"Yeah! Maybe I'll see you!"
The blonde heard the other girl laugh.
"If I see the camera pointed in my direction, I'll hold up my 'Hi Quinn' sign!"
Quinn couldn't help but laugh. She wanted to be there with Rachel so badly, especially at midnight.
"So, do you have anyone to kiss at midnight," the brunette shouted.
"I did but they left for New York last week."
The two girls talked (more like shouted, Quinn thought) back and forth all night. Quinn's throat started to hurt around eleven-thirty, but she kept yelling. The blonde turned on her television five minutes before midnight. She smiled when Rachel appeared on her screen, looking absolutely beautiful.
"I don't see that 'Hi Quinn' sign, Ms. Berry," Quinn yelled and she saw Rachel's eyes go wide. A couple seconds later, the brunette was waving to the camera.
"You look beautiful," Quinn said. She knew the other girl didn't hear her.
"Oh my gosh, Quinn! Only two minutes left!"
The camera was still on Rachel's part of the crowd. The taller girl saw Rachel's dads standing next to her, but Quinn was only focused on the girl. The brunette was jumping up and down, making Quinn smile.
"Ten, nine, eight, come on! Quinn, you have to count down with me!"
"Five, four, three, two, one! Happy New Year," the girls shouted in unison. Unfortunately, the camera panned the entire crowd, and Quinn couldn't find Rachel.
"Happy New Year, Quinn!"
"Happy New Year, Rach!"
Quinn kissed the microphone softly and felt tears pricking at her eyes.
"I wish you were here," Rachel yelled.
"Yeah, me too."
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It was the day before school started up again. The third and final week of Winter break was the worst, but Rachel was coming home today. Nothing could bring her down.
"Q! We need to talk," a familair male voice came from behind her as she walked down the hallway. Cheerios practice had just ended, and she was hoping she wouldn't run into anyone. Rachel would be home by now and she needed to see her.
"Not now, Sam."
"It's important."
Quinn ignored the boy and whipped the glass door open.
"I need to be somewhere."
"It's about Rachel."
The blonde came to a stop at the mention of the brunette's name.
"What?"
"I was talking to Finn a little bit ago. He said that Rachel and him made up."
"So?"
"They're going out tonight."
Quinn's heart dropped into her stomach. She felt anger boiling inside. The cheerleader stomped over to Sam and glared.
"Are you lying to me, Evans?"
Sam shook his head and looked to his right. Quinn followed his gaze and saw Finn walking to his car, looking happier than ever.
"Go ask him," Sam said before walking away. The blonde marched over to the tall boy.
"Finn," she spit out through clenched teeth.
"Oh, hey Quinn. Can I help you?"
"Are you going on a date with Rachel tonight?"
Finn backed up when he saw the famous bitch glare Quinn was wearing.
"Um, yeah. Why?"
Quinn stepped closer to him before saying, "You don't deserve to go out on a date with her."
"When did you start caring about Rachel?"
"Ever since you stomped on her heart."
Finn turned to leave, but Quinn grabbed his arm. She dug her nails into his flesh.
"Ouch! What the hell, Quinn?"
"You've had enough chances with her, Hudson. You keep breaking her heart over and over again. It's not fair to Rachel."
"She can make her own decisions," he said as he tore his arm away, "and she has decided to go out tonight."
The words made Quinn's eyes water. Santana's plan had already been delayed because of New York. Now Finn was in the way.
"Quinn, are you-"
"Leave me alone, Finn."
"What's wrong?"
"Do you know how hard these last three weeks have been?"
He looked at Quinn in confusion. The blonde turned on her heel and walked away. She thought that nothing could ruin today. She thought wrong.
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Rachel had texted Quinn four times since the Cheerio got home. Quinn didn't want to see the brunette, or even talk to. Her heart had been torn apart and all she wanted to do was listen to sad music. Her phone beeped again, but this time it was a different brunette. Santana texted Call me now. Quinn pressed speed dial number three.
"Are you okay," Santana asked as soon as she answered.
"No," Quinn said quietly. Tears rolled down her face.
"Have you talked to her?"
"No."
"I'm going to kill Finn! He totally messed up the plan!"
Quinn heard a door slam on the other line.
"S, what are you doing?"
"I'm coming over. You can't be alone right now, Quinn."
"Thank you."
The blonde heard a click and she knew Santana had hung up. She looked at her phone and noticed she got another text from Rachel. Quinn gripped her phone tightly before chucking it at the wall across from her. She fell back on her bed and cried. A few minutes later, she heard her door opening.
"You really need to answer your phone," a voice other than Santana's said. It made Quinn jump. She rolled over so she wouldn't see the person's face.
"Sorry, Q. She called me and forced me to bring her here," Santana grumbled, obviously annoyed.
"Go away," Quinn muttered.
"She's talking to you, Berry."
"Quinn, I-"
"Go. Away!"
Quinn grabbed two fistfuls of her comforter as another rush of tears came.
"I'm not going anywhere until we talk."
"I don't want to talk. Just leave."
The bed dipped and she felt a hand on her back.
"Don't," Quinn yelled as she shot up, "You did this! I waited three weeks for you to get back, and this is what you do! I actually thought.."
Quinn got off the bed and walked over to Santana. The Latina wrapped her arms around the blonde and pulled her into a hug. Quinn shook violently as more and more tears poured out.
"Please go away," the head Cheerio whimpered.
"I'm not leaving."
The blonde pulled away from her friend and turned to face Rachel. Her heart shattered into a zillion pieces when she saw the brunette's face.
"Fine. If you won't leave, then I will."
Quinn grabbed her coat and Santana's wrist before walking out of her room. She slammed the front door and got in her friend's car.
"We're going to Brittany's."
"Quinn-"
"Shut up, S. Just drive."
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Santana stood across the room from Brittany, who was sitting next to Quinn on the couch. Quinn knew the Latina wouldn't want to come here, but she needed to get away from Rachel. Brittany's was the first place to come to mind. As soon as the taller blonde opened the front door, Quinn had latched on to her. Now that they were on the couch, Quinn let go and Brittany rubbed her back.
"It's just not fair, B! He constantly breaks her heart, and yet he still gets another chance!"
"Maybe Finn thinks it's a date, but Rachel sees it another way."
Quinn shook her head. She didn't believe that, mostly because if it was true, she would seem like the biggest jerk ever.
"I'm just so damn angry," Quinn shouted.
"Now you know how I feel," Santana mumbled. Both of the blonde girls looked up at her. Quinn looked over at Brittany, who had guilt written all over her face. She reached out and squeezed her friend's leg lightly. There was an awkward silence that grew in the room until Brittany's phone went off.
"It's Rachel."
Before Quinn could tell her not to answer it, the girl pressed the green button.
"Hello. Yes, she is here."
Both Quinn and Santana slapped their foreheads.
"Of course I'll pick you up!"
Santana rushed across the room and snatched the phone from the blonde. She put it to her ear before yelling into the device.
"Listen, Berry. Obviously Quinn doesn't want to talk to you. So how about you back the hell off and just let her calm down?"
The brunette hit the end button and handed the phone back to Brittany.
"Don't answer anymore of her calls," Santana mumbled before returning to her previous spot across the room. The phone went off again, and Brittany picked up.
"Brittany," Quinn screamed.
"I'll be there in five minutes," Brittany said before ending the call. She got off the couch and walked out of the house.
"Where to," Santana sighed. The front door opened again and Brittany poked her head in.
"You always leave your keys in your car. You're not going anywhere."
Length: 1,672
Rating: PG-13 so far.. might change in the future
Spoilers: Through "A Very Glee Christmas"
Summary: Quinn's tired of Sam, so decides to comfort Rachel after her break up with Finn. She never expected that comforting Rachel would lead to this. Quinn's POV.
A/N: My Winter break ends tomorrow, so I'm writing up a storm! You may get chapter 7 by tonight. Oh yeah, Happy New Year everybody! I hope you like this chapter, and please don't hate me.. Enjoy!
Winter break went slower than Quinn wanted it to. Coach Sylvester didn't bother having practice the first week, which was weird. Quinn spent the entire week texting with her favorite brunette and hanging out with Santana or Brittany. She hated that she couldn't hang out with them at the same time, but she knew how the Latina was. Every time Quinn would be with Brittany, the taller blonde would always ask if she had talked to Santana. The head Cheerio would always have to say no.
The only reason she hadn't talked to Santana about Brittany was because she was tangled up in her own feelings. Quinn had seriously considered flying to New York so she could be with Rachel, but she knew she didn't have enough money. She kind of wished she did have enough money because when the second week of Winter break rolled around, Coach Sylvester had them practicing for ten hours a day.
Luckily, Coach backed off a little on New Years Eve and only had a three hour practice. Once Quinn was home, she called Rachel.
"Hello, Quinn," Rachel screamed into the phone. Quinn could hear a large crowd of people yelling. She knew that the brunette was in Times Square to watch the ball drop.
"Hey, Rach," she yelled back.
"Are you going to watch the ball drop on TV?"
"Yeah! Maybe I'll see you!"
The blonde heard the other girl laugh.
"If I see the camera pointed in my direction, I'll hold up my 'Hi Quinn' sign!"
Quinn couldn't help but laugh. She wanted to be there with Rachel so badly, especially at midnight.
"So, do you have anyone to kiss at midnight," the brunette shouted.
"I did but they left for New York last week."
The two girls talked (more like shouted, Quinn thought) back and forth all night. Quinn's throat started to hurt around eleven-thirty, but she kept yelling. The blonde turned on her television five minutes before midnight. She smiled when Rachel appeared on her screen, looking absolutely beautiful.
"I don't see that 'Hi Quinn' sign, Ms. Berry," Quinn yelled and she saw Rachel's eyes go wide. A couple seconds later, the brunette was waving to the camera.
"You look beautiful," Quinn said. She knew the other girl didn't hear her.
"Oh my gosh, Quinn! Only two minutes left!"
The camera was still on Rachel's part of the crowd. The taller girl saw Rachel's dads standing next to her, but Quinn was only focused on the girl. The brunette was jumping up and down, making Quinn smile.
"Ten, nine, eight, come on! Quinn, you have to count down with me!"
"Five, four, three, two, one! Happy New Year," the girls shouted in unison. Unfortunately, the camera panned the entire crowd, and Quinn couldn't find Rachel.
"Happy New Year, Quinn!"
"Happy New Year, Rach!"
Quinn kissed the microphone softly and felt tears pricking at her eyes.
"I wish you were here," Rachel yelled.
"Yeah, me too."
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It was the day before school started up again. The third and final week of Winter break was the worst, but Rachel was coming home today. Nothing could bring her down.
"Q! We need to talk," a familair male voice came from behind her as she walked down the hallway. Cheerios practice had just ended, and she was hoping she wouldn't run into anyone. Rachel would be home by now and she needed to see her.
"Not now, Sam."
"It's important."
Quinn ignored the boy and whipped the glass door open.
"I need to be somewhere."
"It's about Rachel."
The blonde came to a stop at the mention of the brunette's name.
"What?"
"I was talking to Finn a little bit ago. He said that Rachel and him made up."
"So?"
"They're going out tonight."
Quinn's heart dropped into her stomach. She felt anger boiling inside. The cheerleader stomped over to Sam and glared.
"Are you lying to me, Evans?"
Sam shook his head and looked to his right. Quinn followed his gaze and saw Finn walking to his car, looking happier than ever.
"Go ask him," Sam said before walking away. The blonde marched over to the tall boy.
"Finn," she spit out through clenched teeth.
"Oh, hey Quinn. Can I help you?"
"Are you going on a date with Rachel tonight?"
Finn backed up when he saw the famous bitch glare Quinn was wearing.
"Um, yeah. Why?"
Quinn stepped closer to him before saying, "You don't deserve to go out on a date with her."
"When did you start caring about Rachel?"
"Ever since you stomped on her heart."
Finn turned to leave, but Quinn grabbed his arm. She dug her nails into his flesh.
"Ouch! What the hell, Quinn?"
"You've had enough chances with her, Hudson. You keep breaking her heart over and over again. It's not fair to Rachel."
"She can make her own decisions," he said as he tore his arm away, "and she has decided to go out tonight."
The words made Quinn's eyes water. Santana's plan had already been delayed because of New York. Now Finn was in the way.
"Quinn, are you-"
"Leave me alone, Finn."
"What's wrong?"
"Do you know how hard these last three weeks have been?"
He looked at Quinn in confusion. The blonde turned on her heel and walked away. She thought that nothing could ruin today. She thought wrong.
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Rachel had texted Quinn four times since the Cheerio got home. Quinn didn't want to see the brunette, or even talk to. Her heart had been torn apart and all she wanted to do was listen to sad music. Her phone beeped again, but this time it was a different brunette. Santana texted Call me now. Quinn pressed speed dial number three.
"Are you okay," Santana asked as soon as she answered.
"No," Quinn said quietly. Tears rolled down her face.
"Have you talked to her?"
"No."
"I'm going to kill Finn! He totally messed up the plan!"
Quinn heard a door slam on the other line.
"S, what are you doing?"
"I'm coming over. You can't be alone right now, Quinn."
"Thank you."
The blonde heard a click and she knew Santana had hung up. She looked at her phone and noticed she got another text from Rachel. Quinn gripped her phone tightly before chucking it at the wall across from her. She fell back on her bed and cried. A few minutes later, she heard her door opening.
"You really need to answer your phone," a voice other than Santana's said. It made Quinn jump. She rolled over so she wouldn't see the person's face.
"Sorry, Q. She called me and forced me to bring her here," Santana grumbled, obviously annoyed.
"Go away," Quinn muttered.
"She's talking to you, Berry."
"Quinn, I-"
"Go. Away!"
Quinn grabbed two fistfuls of her comforter as another rush of tears came.
"I'm not going anywhere until we talk."
"I don't want to talk. Just leave."
The bed dipped and she felt a hand on her back.
"Don't," Quinn yelled as she shot up, "You did this! I waited three weeks for you to get back, and this is what you do! I actually thought.."
Quinn got off the bed and walked over to Santana. The Latina wrapped her arms around the blonde and pulled her into a hug. Quinn shook violently as more and more tears poured out.
"Please go away," the head Cheerio whimpered.
"I'm not leaving."
The blonde pulled away from her friend and turned to face Rachel. Her heart shattered into a zillion pieces when she saw the brunette's face.
"Fine. If you won't leave, then I will."
Quinn grabbed her coat and Santana's wrist before walking out of her room. She slammed the front door and got in her friend's car.
"We're going to Brittany's."
"Quinn-"
"Shut up, S. Just drive."
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Santana stood across the room from Brittany, who was sitting next to Quinn on the couch. Quinn knew the Latina wouldn't want to come here, but she needed to get away from Rachel. Brittany's was the first place to come to mind. As soon as the taller blonde opened the front door, Quinn had latched on to her. Now that they were on the couch, Quinn let go and Brittany rubbed her back.
"It's just not fair, B! He constantly breaks her heart, and yet he still gets another chance!"
"Maybe Finn thinks it's a date, but Rachel sees it another way."
Quinn shook her head. She didn't believe that, mostly because if it was true, she would seem like the biggest jerk ever.
"I'm just so damn angry," Quinn shouted.
"Now you know how I feel," Santana mumbled. Both of the blonde girls looked up at her. Quinn looked over at Brittany, who had guilt written all over her face. She reached out and squeezed her friend's leg lightly. There was an awkward silence that grew in the room until Brittany's phone went off.
"It's Rachel."
Before Quinn could tell her not to answer it, the girl pressed the green button.
"Hello. Yes, she is here."
Both Quinn and Santana slapped their foreheads.
"Of course I'll pick you up!"
Santana rushed across the room and snatched the phone from the blonde. She put it to her ear before yelling into the device.
"Listen, Berry. Obviously Quinn doesn't want to talk to you. So how about you back the hell off and just let her calm down?"
The brunette hit the end button and handed the phone back to Brittany.
"Don't answer anymore of her calls," Santana mumbled before returning to her previous spot across the room. The phone went off again, and Brittany picked up.
"Brittany," Quinn screamed.
"I'll be there in five minutes," Brittany said before ending the call. She got off the couch and walked out of the house.
"Where to," Santana sighed. The front door opened again and Brittany poked her head in.
"You always leave your keys in your car. You're not going anywhere."