It starts with a kiss (4) GLEE!
Title: It starts with a kiss
Pairing: Quinn/Rachel
Rating: M ;D
A/N: Enjoyyy c:
"You give me butterflies,"
Rachel smiles shyly, but she doesn't say anything. Quinn just smiles down at Rachel, because she doesn't really know what to say, but she's happy just looking into those big brown eyes.
Don't get it wrong, that nervous twist in her stomach hasn't gone completely. Because her head's still spinning, and she isn't sure what she's doing. She doesn't know where this is going, or where she even wants it to go.
But Rachel makes her feel these butterflies that no one else ever had. Not Finn, and definitely not Puck.
"You should go inside," Quinn says, but with a warm smile that just makes Rachel want to do whatever she says. So she nods, while a grin spreads across her lips.
Rachel goes up on her toes and kisses the blonde's soft cheek gently. Quinn smiles.
"Thank Rach." She said quietly. "Go get some sleep,"
That was the first night in 3 years that Rachel didn't record a video of her singing. Because this was the first night in 3 years that she's felt fulfilled. The first night she went to bed smiling.
No one would notice that she hadn't updated her Myspace videos anyway. Her heart twitched as she thought of how little anyone cared about her. But she discards that thought quickly, because Quinn cares about her.
She gives Quinn butterflies.
She smiles feeling tired. She lets sleep take over, and she enters into a dream world.
Quinn drives herself home, thinking of the kiss. Her stomach jumps, nervous and fluttery, in a good way and a not so good way.
But eventually, when she does get home, it's a smile that wins her sleep.
***
The brunette wakes up, and for once she isn't dreading school. By no stretch of the imagination does she think that Quinn is her girlfriend, but maybe... maybe they're dating?
When Quinn wakes up, her first recollection of last night makes her smile. Then she hesitates, because last night is over and now she has to take the next step. And she doesn't know what step to take.
She eats breakfast for the first time in days. Just toast, because she's a little late. Then she unlocks her car and drives off to school.
Rachel is up earlier than Quinn, of course, because she has a perfect routine to follow. She takes a quick shower, washing her hair with her raspberry shampoo and conditioner, moisturizes, brushes on a little eyeshadow, and draws on a thin line of eyeliner, before going downstairs for breakfast.
"Hi Dad," She smiles at the house husband. Her other dad has already gone to work.
"Hey honey, you look happy today," He smiles, happy to see his little girl smiling before school for once.
"I am," She grins, tucking into the bowl of fruit her father had prepared.
"Why so good pumpkin?" He says, sounding particularly gay.
"It's a long story. I promise I'll tell you both tonight though," She smiles.
"Oh, come on. Give me a preview at least," He winks at his daughter playfully. She thinks it over. What harm could it do?
"I kind of had a date last night," She says, a slight blush spreading across her cheeks. Her typically gay dad, unlike her other dad, squealed and clapped.
"Really!? Who with!"
"I'll tell you tonight Dad!" She grinned, rolling her eyes. "I'm going to be late!" She rushes, hands him the empty bowl and walks out of the door with a slight skip in her step.
He's really happy for his little girl. She deserves a nice boyfriend, he thinks.
***
Rachel walks into school with a grin, holding her books close to her chest. It's going to be a really good d-
"Loser." She's soaked. A football player laughs loudly, high-fiving his gorilla friend as the purple slushie drips down her face. Tears spring to her eyes instanly.
Quinn walks into the halls just in time to see Rachel running off to the bathrooms. An instant reaction; irrational rage. She's too angry to analyse why she's angry, what it means. But she doesn't go after those idiots. She goes after Rachel.
"Rach?" She rushes into the bathroom to see Rachel on the floor with her head in her hands. She's crying. The blonde rushes over to her side, getting to her knees next to the sobbing girl.
Quinn grabs her towel she keeps for after cheer practice from her bag.
"Come here," She whispers as she wipes the bright purple from the smaller girl's face. It stained her favourite fluffy white towel, but she didn't mind. Quinn hesitates.
"You know, the purple one was always my favourite." She tells Rachel. She looks up at Quinn and blinks in confusion. "I think it's the one I hate most now." She finishes. The brunette just nods, still a little teary, but looking a lot cleaner.
"You okay?" She asks Rachel.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." She says, her tone is cold. Quinn frowns.
"What's wrong?"
"I'll never be like you Quinn. I'll never be accepted by your cheerleader friends and their jock boyfriends." Quinn listens to Rachel's words, and they hurt a little.
"Rach..." She starts, trying to think. "You shouldn't care if they accept you."
"But I do care, Quinn."
"If they don't accept you... Well, then I don't accept them." She says fiercly, her eyes blazing with hurt and anger. "And I'm going to talk to those idiots. They'll regret doing that to my g-" She stopped what she was saying quickly, but Rachel still caught it. Rachel said nothing though. "They'll regret it." She promised.
"Thanks, Quinn." Rachel said with tears still in her eyes. It made the blonde's heart hurt.
"Come on," She takes her hand and pulls her to the playing fields.
Their hands lose contact as they reach more public areas. Quinn isn't ready for that yet, but Rachel's okay with it. She isn't ready either.
"HEY MORONS." Quinn yells, closing in on the two best friends. They both turned to look at her, taking notice of Rachel.
"We gonna have some fun with the freak?" One laughed.
"Listen, you dick," Quinn grabbed his shirt and pulled him down to her level. "If you ever do that to her again, I will personally castrate whatever genitalia that you guys don't have in eachothers thoats." She glared at them with rage pumping through her veins. Rachel jumped at the vicious words, but was sort of flattered. And she found it sort of funny how the football players just nod. Everyone fears Quinn.
She lets go of his shirt and pushes him back. "Good."
They walk away together.
"Wow, Quinn." Rachel says in shock. "No one's ever defended me like that before." They reach somewhere private, and Quinn turns to her.
"I don't know what we're doing Rach. But I do know that, regardless of whatever's happening... I don't want to see you crying like that again." Quinn looked into Rachel's dark eyes, and it made the brunette's stomach flutter.
"Thank you,"
"So, I was thinking maybe, we could go somewhere tonight. Or you could come back to my place. I just... I don't know. Talk. Maybe. I mean, we should. Talk, that is." Was Quinn nervous? Rachel placed a comforting hand on Quinn's arm.
"Relax, Quinn. I'd be happy to talk." Quinn breathes a sigh of relief. "But I have to go home first for a little while. I have to talk to my dads about something," Rachel remembers, and true to her promise, she fully intends to tell all.
"Okay. Come round my house at about 7:30? Is that okay?"
"Perfect." Rachel smiles, trying to ease Quinn up a little.
***
Rachel rushed home to talk to her dads. They were both sitting at the kitchen table just chatting. Then they go silent when Rachel enters the room. It creeps her out.
"What?"
"You know what. Tell us everything," her daddy says with a smirk. Rachel grins and sits down at the table, facing her dads.
"Okay. You're not going to believe this." She begins. Her dads look at her intensely. "I've got a date tonight, at 7:30." They all grin. "It's... with Quinn Fabray." Silence.
They all look at eachother for a second.
"The popular girl you always talk about?" The taller of the two ask.
"Uh huh."
"Isn't she a cheerleader?" The rather short man asked.
"Yup."
Silence again.
"Be careful baby," Rachel rolls her eyes.
"You know, just because she's a popular, pretty cheerleader, doesn't mean she couldn't be interested in someone like me."
"Sweetie, we aren't saying that," He tries to reason.
"I know what you're saying." Rachel said feeling hurt. She leaves the house, her confidence shaking a little. They're right. How could someone like Quinn ever like her.
She gets in her car and goes to Quinn's house early.
Pairing: Quinn/Rachel
Rating: M ;D
A/N: Enjoyyy c:
"You give me butterflies,"
Rachel smiles shyly, but she doesn't say anything. Quinn just smiles down at Rachel, because she doesn't really know what to say, but she's happy just looking into those big brown eyes.
Don't get it wrong, that nervous twist in her stomach hasn't gone completely. Because her head's still spinning, and she isn't sure what she's doing. She doesn't know where this is going, or where she even wants it to go.
But Rachel makes her feel these butterflies that no one else ever had. Not Finn, and definitely not Puck.
"You should go inside," Quinn says, but with a warm smile that just makes Rachel want to do whatever she says. So she nods, while a grin spreads across her lips.
Rachel goes up on her toes and kisses the blonde's soft cheek gently. Quinn smiles.
"Thank Rach." She said quietly. "Go get some sleep,"
That was the first night in 3 years that Rachel didn't record a video of her singing. Because this was the first night in 3 years that she's felt fulfilled. The first night she went to bed smiling.
No one would notice that she hadn't updated her Myspace videos anyway. Her heart twitched as she thought of how little anyone cared about her. But she discards that thought quickly, because Quinn cares about her.
She gives Quinn butterflies.
She smiles feeling tired. She lets sleep take over, and she enters into a dream world.
Quinn drives herself home, thinking of the kiss. Her stomach jumps, nervous and fluttery, in a good way and a not so good way.
But eventually, when she does get home, it's a smile that wins her sleep.
***
The brunette wakes up, and for once she isn't dreading school. By no stretch of the imagination does she think that Quinn is her girlfriend, but maybe... maybe they're dating?
When Quinn wakes up, her first recollection of last night makes her smile. Then she hesitates, because last night is over and now she has to take the next step. And she doesn't know what step to take.
She eats breakfast for the first time in days. Just toast, because she's a little late. Then she unlocks her car and drives off to school.
Rachel is up earlier than Quinn, of course, because she has a perfect routine to follow. She takes a quick shower, washing her hair with her raspberry shampoo and conditioner, moisturizes, brushes on a little eyeshadow, and draws on a thin line of eyeliner, before going downstairs for breakfast.
"Hi Dad," She smiles at the house husband. Her other dad has already gone to work.
"Hey honey, you look happy today," He smiles, happy to see his little girl smiling before school for once.
"I am," She grins, tucking into the bowl of fruit her father had prepared.
"Why so good pumpkin?" He says, sounding particularly gay.
"It's a long story. I promise I'll tell you both tonight though," She smiles.
"Oh, come on. Give me a preview at least," He winks at his daughter playfully. She thinks it over. What harm could it do?
"I kind of had a date last night," She says, a slight blush spreading across her cheeks. Her typically gay dad, unlike her other dad, squealed and clapped.
"Really!? Who with!"
"I'll tell you tonight Dad!" She grinned, rolling her eyes. "I'm going to be late!" She rushes, hands him the empty bowl and walks out of the door with a slight skip in her step.
He's really happy for his little girl. She deserves a nice boyfriend, he thinks.
***
Rachel walks into school with a grin, holding her books close to her chest. It's going to be a really good d-
"Loser." She's soaked. A football player laughs loudly, high-fiving his gorilla friend as the purple slushie drips down her face. Tears spring to her eyes instanly.
Quinn walks into the halls just in time to see Rachel running off to the bathrooms. An instant reaction; irrational rage. She's too angry to analyse why she's angry, what it means. But she doesn't go after those idiots. She goes after Rachel.
"Rach?" She rushes into the bathroom to see Rachel on the floor with her head in her hands. She's crying. The blonde rushes over to her side, getting to her knees next to the sobbing girl.
Quinn grabs her towel she keeps for after cheer practice from her bag.
"Come here," She whispers as she wipes the bright purple from the smaller girl's face. It stained her favourite fluffy white towel, but she didn't mind. Quinn hesitates.
"You know, the purple one was always my favourite." She tells Rachel. She looks up at Quinn and blinks in confusion. "I think it's the one I hate most now." She finishes. The brunette just nods, still a little teary, but looking a lot cleaner.
"You okay?" She asks Rachel.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." She says, her tone is cold. Quinn frowns.
"What's wrong?"
"I'll never be like you Quinn. I'll never be accepted by your cheerleader friends and their jock boyfriends." Quinn listens to Rachel's words, and they hurt a little.
"Rach..." She starts, trying to think. "You shouldn't care if they accept you."
"But I do care, Quinn."
"If they don't accept you... Well, then I don't accept them." She says fiercly, her eyes blazing with hurt and anger. "And I'm going to talk to those idiots. They'll regret doing that to my g-" She stopped what she was saying quickly, but Rachel still caught it. Rachel said nothing though. "They'll regret it." She promised.
"Thanks, Quinn." Rachel said with tears still in her eyes. It made the blonde's heart hurt.
"Come on," She takes her hand and pulls her to the playing fields.
Their hands lose contact as they reach more public areas. Quinn isn't ready for that yet, but Rachel's okay with it. She isn't ready either.
"HEY MORONS." Quinn yells, closing in on the two best friends. They both turned to look at her, taking notice of Rachel.
"We gonna have some fun with the freak?" One laughed.
"Listen, you dick," Quinn grabbed his shirt and pulled him down to her level. "If you ever do that to her again, I will personally castrate whatever genitalia that you guys don't have in eachothers thoats." She glared at them with rage pumping through her veins. Rachel jumped at the vicious words, but was sort of flattered. And she found it sort of funny how the football players just nod. Everyone fears Quinn.
She lets go of his shirt and pushes him back. "Good."
They walk away together.
"Wow, Quinn." Rachel says in shock. "No one's ever defended me like that before." They reach somewhere private, and Quinn turns to her.
"I don't know what we're doing Rach. But I do know that, regardless of whatever's happening... I don't want to see you crying like that again." Quinn looked into Rachel's dark eyes, and it made the brunette's stomach flutter.
"Thank you,"
"So, I was thinking maybe, we could go somewhere tonight. Or you could come back to my place. I just... I don't know. Talk. Maybe. I mean, we should. Talk, that is." Was Quinn nervous? Rachel placed a comforting hand on Quinn's arm.
"Relax, Quinn. I'd be happy to talk." Quinn breathes a sigh of relief. "But I have to go home first for a little while. I have to talk to my dads about something," Rachel remembers, and true to her promise, she fully intends to tell all.
"Okay. Come round my house at about 7:30? Is that okay?"
"Perfect." Rachel smiles, trying to ease Quinn up a little.
***
Rachel rushed home to talk to her dads. They were both sitting at the kitchen table just chatting. Then they go silent when Rachel enters the room. It creeps her out.
"What?"
"You know what. Tell us everything," her daddy says with a smirk. Rachel grins and sits down at the table, facing her dads.
"Okay. You're not going to believe this." She begins. Her dads look at her intensely. "I've got a date tonight, at 7:30." They all grin. "It's... with Quinn Fabray." Silence.
They all look at eachother for a second.
"The popular girl you always talk about?" The taller of the two ask.
"Uh huh."
"Isn't she a cheerleader?" The rather short man asked.
"Yup."
Silence again.
"Be careful baby," Rachel rolls her eyes.
"You know, just because she's a popular, pretty cheerleader, doesn't mean she couldn't be interested in someone like me."
"Sweetie, we aren't saying that," He tries to reason.
"I know what you're saying." Rachel said feeling hurt. She leaves the house, her confidence shaking a little. They're right. How could someone like Quinn ever like her.
She gets in her car and goes to Quinn's house early.