Fic: I Remember Our Love (3/?)
Title: I Remember Our Love (3/?)
Pairing: Quinn Fabray/Rachel Berry
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. Just having a little fun.
A/N: Thanks to all the reviews so far. They mean a lot. And as always I hope to make the person who's prompt I'm fulfiling happy.
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“Morning, Rach.” Choruses of hellos greet Rachel as she walks down the hallway of McKinely High.
“Good morning, Mercedes, Artie…and…” she tries hard to remember the girl’s name as they walk past each other.
“M-my name i-is Tina,” she stutters over her shoulder to the short brunette as she continues to walk down the hallway.
“Right, Tina! Sorry!” Rachel continues to walk down the hallway with her books clutched to her chest and a bright smile on her face.
Things had been looking up since Quinn followed her to the bathroom and wiped her tears. She returned to class and everyone else took turns introducing themselves. Rachel found a home with the four people that she concluded didn’t belong with the others. She still didn’t remember them but that was ok. They still accepted her.
She dumps her books from last class in her locker and closes it, only to see Quinn at her own locker. With that boy that called her creepy. What was his name….Noah! She smiles once Quinn glances over at her and Quinn briefly returns it before focusing on Puck again.
“Look, Quinn. I don’t mind that you and Berry are doing the horizontal. I just ask that you let me participate every now and again.”
Quinn removes the smile from her face and her eyes from Rachel to glare up at Puck with a disgusted face. “We aren’t doing anything, Puck, so back the hell off. And stop talking so loudly,” she says to him, trying to keep her voice low.
“On a serious note, what the hell is going on? Are you dating her or not? Besides,” he says while flexing his muscles, “I thought you and I had something going on.”
She fixes him with a blank expression. “Puck, I think you have something ‘going on’ with just about every girl in school.”
“Not true baby,” he says with a wounded expression. “I don’t have something going on with every girl in the school. Just the hot ones.”
She gives him a ‘shut-the-hell-up’ look just as Rachel approaches them. “Hi, Quinn!” She smiles dreamily at the blonde. Then she acknowledges Puck in an attempt to be cordial. “Noah.”
“’Sup, Berry,” he says in a nonchalant voice. “I’ll let you and your lover have some alone time.” He sends Quinn a smirk as he adjusts his bookbag on his shoulders and walks off.
Quinn turns to her locker to retrieve books for her next class as Rachel eyes her. “You look really pretty today, Quinn.”
“Thanks, Rachel,” she says as she turns to the brunette, looking for something to compliment. She takes in the argyle, knee socks, and penny loafers and realizes that this is going to be difficult. Leave it to Rachel to return from amnesia and still dress like an ‘Annie’ reject. “Your hair, it’s…nice.”
Rachel beams up at the taller girl and Quinn returns her smile before closing her locker. “I’ll, uh, walk you to class.”
“You’re so chivalrous, Quinn,” she says, garnering a slight blush from the blonde.
“Yeah, whatever,” she says with no real malice in her voice.
Rachel grabs her hand as they stroll. “So, Quinn, as you know, we are indeed dating. That being said, I think that it would only be traditional if you came over for dinner and met my dads.”
Quinn groans. “Do I have to, Rachel?”
“It is only right. If you want, I can have dinner at your house as well and meet your-”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Quinn says uneasily.
“They are not accepting of your sexuality, are they?”
Quinn almost wants to laugh at the question. Her sexuality? She’s straight. The only reason she’s doing this is to humiliate her enemy. And, you know, also for Puck. But, every time Rachel looks at her with so much love, she questions everything.
“No,” she says quietly. “I don’t think they would accept my sexuality.”
Rachel looks at the blonde with utter determination. “Well then, it is their loss to not get to know their daughter for who she is.”
“Rachel…”
“I mean it, Quinn,” she says firmly. “You are a great and wonderful person, and if your parents are too narrow minded to see that, then they are missing out on what an amazing person you truly are.”
She feels her eyes become misty, but she stomps the feeling down, refusing to cry in a semi crowded hallway. “Thank you, Rachel. That was…sweet.”
And it was. It was the sweetest thing that Quinn’s ever heard anyone say. Let alone to her. Sweet things were rarely said to her. Boys were…not the most poetic. And try as he might, Puck would never be able to say what Rachel said with as much emotion and dedication.
“So, I can expect you at my house this evening at six?” the brunette asks once they approach her class.
Quinn stops in front of her. “Sure. Six sounds…good.”
“Thank you for walking to me to class, Quinn.” She steps up to the taller girl and kisses her on the cheek, lips dangerously close to the blonde’s own.
She smiles, somewhat smugly, at Quinn’s frozen expression and strolls into class.
Once Quinn’s regained control of her senses, she walks back down the hallway to her own class, muttering something about a “damn tease.”
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Quinn’s nervous. She’s currently standing outside of the Berry household and she’s nervous. And she doesn’t know why. It’s not like she’s dating Rachel. Well, not really anyway. But she’s clutching dandelions in a vice like grip and she's four minutes late even though she arrived three minutes early and yeah, nervous.
She balls the fingers of her unoccupied hand up into a shaky fist and knocks on the door.
“I’ll get it!” A male voice resounds, muffled by the door.
Moments later the door swings open. “Hi!” Quinn’s enveloped in a suffocating hug. “I’m Robert. You must be Quinn.”
“Yes, sir,” she replies nervously, blushing under his scrutiny.
“You’re absolutely gorgeous! I can see Rachel has great taste.”
“Daddy!” A high pitched voice makes its presence known. “Leave Quinn alone and let her in the house.”
“Oh hush, Rachel,” he replies as he receives the flowers, steps aside and allows Quinn to enter. She’s no more than two steps into the house before deceptively strong arms wrap around her waist. “Hi, Quinn.”
Without even thinking, Quinn returns the hug and murmurs a “Hi” to the other girl.
“Rachel, let the girl breathe.” A tall man walks up to Quinn and extends his hand. “Hi, I’m James. I would hug you, but Rachel seems to be taking care of that.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Berry.”
“Oh please, call me James. It’ll get confusing having to call both Robert and me ‘Mr. Berry.’”
She smiles gratefully at the man as Rachel removes herself from the hug and grabs her hand. “Come on, Quinn. Daddy isn’t finish cooking yet, so we can watch TV in my room.”
They walk up stairs to Rachel’s room and James calls after them. “Leave your door open.”
“Leave them alone, James. You remember what it was like to be their age,” Robert chastises.
“I do remember,” he says with a reminiscent smile on his face. “That’s why I suggested they leave it open.”
Robert blushes from his own memories as he sets the table.
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Quinn sits on Rachel’s bed as the brunette searches for her TV remote. Retrieving it, she sits beside Quinn on the bed.
It’s quiet for a moment. Quinn’s eyes flitter over everything in the room as Rachel fiddles with the hem of her shirt.
“I’m really glad you came over today, Quinn,” she says adoringly.
“It was no trouble.”
“Come sit up here with me,” Rachel gets up and crawls to the top of her bed.
Quinn turns around a bit too quickly and catches sight of Rachel’s shapely ass in the air as she treks up to the head of her bed. Rapidly darkening hazel eyes trace long, toned, tan legs from knees to surprisingly lace panties. A tongue peaks out to wet suddenly dry lips as Quinn continues to stare.
Once Rachel makes it to the head of the bed she notices Quinn isn’t behind her. She looks towards the end of the bed and sees blonde hair curtaining a face that has a slight…flush? Why was Quinn blushing? Surely she couldn’t have been staring, right? Rachel’s lips slip into a smirk. “Oh, Quinn?”
Quinn is broken out of her trance by the brunette’s voice. She shakes her head of thoughts she shouldn’t be having and crawls up the bed to sit next to Rachel, wondering all the while what the hell she was doing. What was she thinking? Surely she couldn’t want Rachel Berry. Surely she wasn’t gay. Nope. Not possible.
Rachel sees the furrowed brow on the blonde’s face and decides not to tease her as she turns on the TV.
Deciding on a rerun of ‘Friends’, Rachel hooks both her arms around Quinn’s and rests her head on the blonde’s shoulder.
Hyper aware of her surroundings, Quinn stiffens at the intimate gesture. Her eyes widen and every instinct she has is telling her to run. But Quinn Fabray is not a runner. Everyone else may be, but she is not.
The smell of strawberries, from Rachel’s hair, wafts through the air between them and, against her own accord, Quinn can feel the tendons in her shoulders loosen and turn to rubber. Wide eyes become slightly hooded by the intoxicating scent and Quinn finds that her body is beginning to lean more heavily onto the smaller girl’s.
Pretty soon, her mind begins to wander. She replays the memory of Rachel’s ass in the air and notices minute details that she refused to pay attention to before. Details such as how smooth her legs were, the flexing of her thighs as she crawled up the bed, the color of her panties. Red. Heat begins to flood Quinn’s face as well as pooling between her legs and she sucks in a breath and holds it.
“You’re so quiet, Quinn,” Rachel comments after a moment of silence. She lifts her head from Quinn’s shoulder to peer up at her. “Is there something wrong?”
Quinn meets Rachel’s gaze with a shaky smile. “Nothing’s wrong, Rachel.” Rachel examines the girl, trying to see what was wrong and Quinn can’t seem to stop staring.
A hesitant hand brushes her pale cheek and Quinn can’t help the fact that she leans into it. Her heart beat picks up as her eyes dart from Rachel’s eyes to her lips. Lips that are inching closer and closer to her own. Hazel eyes slip shut right after dark brown. Lips millimeters apart, Quinn feels as if she can feel Rachel’s lips on her own. The sound of someone clearing their throat breaks them out of their moment.
Both girls pull away with blushes flaming their faces. James smiles knowingly at the two girls as he calls to his husband downstairs. “Robert, you owe me five dollars!” He turns back to the two girls, feeling too much sympathy to tease them. “Dinner’s ready,” he takes in their flustered appearances one more time and chuckles to himself as he travels back down stairs.
Rachel bounds down stairs ahead of the blonde and takes a seat at the table. “Quinn, sit next to me!”
Feeling nervous again, both about the situation that occurred in Rachel’s room and about being near her parents, Quinn says nothing as she slips into the seat next to Rachel.
“Here you go, sweetheart.” James hands a plate to Quinn.
“Thank you, Mr. Berry,” she says as she gratefully receives the plate.
“Now, Quinn, what did I tell you to call me?” he asks with faux seriousness.
“Right,” she says with an embarrassed blush. “Thank you…James.”
Once everyone’s settled into dinner, Robert takes a sip of his drink before sitting it down. “So, Quinn,” he says, eyes deadly serious, “what are your intentions with our daughter?”
Said girl does a spit take with her own drink as her eyes go wide. “Um,” she starts, fidgeting with her fork, “I…”
Both men start laughing and Rachel huffs in indignation. “Daddy! That wasn’t very nice. Quinn may never want to come back ever again.” She pulls the momentarily traumatized girl into her arms and Quinn’s too shell shocked to do anything.
Once Robert’s laughter dies down, he addresses Quinn. “I’m sorry, Quinn,” he says with mirth in his voice. “But I simply couldn’t resist.”
She smiles at the man once she realizes it was all a joke. With a tint of mischief in her eyes, she replies. “It’s alright, Robert. I’ll just have to think of a suitable prank as payback.”
Robert’s joke worked wonders and managed to diffuse the nervous tension in the room. The rest of dinner went off without a hitch. However, every now and again, Quinn had to remove Rachel’s hand from her thigh. She was able to enjoy her meal…with only minor groping.
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At around eight o’clock Quinn waves goodbye as she walks to the front door, Rachel in tow. They step outside and Quinn lingers, not really wanting to leave such a close and loving atmosphere.
“This was really fun, Quinn. I’m glad you came,” Rachel takes a step forward, signaling.
Quinn unconsciously mimics her movements, bringing them even closer. “Yeah, it was fun. Your dads are really cool people. You act just like them,” she chuckles.
Rachel smiles at Quinn inadvertently calling her ‘cool’. “You’ll come over again, right? This won’t be the last time?”
“I can’t promise I’ll come over every time, but this was definitely not the last time.”
Grinning from ear to ear, Rachel doesn’t even ask this time as she steps forward and envelops Quinn in a tight hug. And the blonde returns it without hesitation. She keeps telling herself that this is just a job. The hugging, the promises to visit, the almost kiss; all of this was for a job. A means to an end. And what was the end? Rachel Berry in tears and Santana with a broken phone as she rode off into the sunset with Puck. If this was the end that was supposed to happen, then why did it make her queasy? Not the broken phone part because Santana can go to hell. And if she was honest with herself, she was pretty indifferent as far as Puck was concerned. Besides, she didn’t care for fairytale endings anyway. No, it wasn’t those things that made her queasy.
Hurting Rachel made her queasy. Seeing the brunette in tears made her angry. She hugs the smaller girl tighter and buries her face in her hair, willing the thoughts away.
“Your hair smells good,” she whispers.
Rachel pulls back slightly to look her in the eye. “Thank you.”
Hazel eyes dart to full, pouty lips for the second time that night and Quinn doesn’t even try to resist when Rachel leans in and connects their lips.
Small hands fist into Quinn’s shirt, right below her breasts as full lips brush against full lips. They kiss languidly for a second until Rachel gets bold. She drags her tongue along Quinn’s bottom lip and whimpers when her lips part to accept her. Fingers brush against Quinn’s nipples as Rachel tightens her hold on the shirt even more. Quinn moans throatily into Rachel’s mouth at the unexpected touch.
She grasps Rachel’s hips and pulls her closer. The immediate friction is indescribable and Rachel’s hips begin a subtle rock against her own and Quinn feels hot. When a smooth, bare thigh slips between her legs and up her skirt to touch her through damp lace, Quinn stumbles back with a gasp.
“What’s wrong?” Rachel rasps out and the sound of her voice causes Quinn to throb.
“Nothing,” she pants. But that was a lie. Everything was wrong. “I just remembered I had a lot of homework to do and needed to get home.”
Rachel smiles, glad that her girlfriend is alright, and hugs the blonde one more time. “Goodnight, Quinn,” she whispers, then plants a kiss on a pale cheek.
“Goodnight, Rachel.” Quinn walks to her car, hops in and waves at Rachel one more time before driving off.
She stops at a light and buries her face in her hands. What was going on? Wasn’t she straight? Wasn’t she into Puck a couple weeks ago? Why did she have so many questions? Her answer is Rachel. Rachel fucked everything up royally. But even before Rachel, she had Santana to blame. That stupid smirk and her stupid ideas of tormenting ‘the troll’. And Brittany for going along with it; egging Santana on.
Quinn sighs tiredly, as a horn behind her alerts her to the green light. She drives forward as she thinks about how no one is really to blame but her. It’s her fault for agreeing to the plan. Her fault for kissing Rachel. And most importantly, and the scariest of all, it was her fault for liking Rachel.
Her eyes widen at the realization. “I like her?” she questions herself. She doesn’t even give herself a chance to ponder the answer before she shakes her head back and forth. “No, I don’t like her. I can’t like her.”
She sighs yet again at her own lie and slumps in her seat as she continues the drive back to her house. “Rachel Berry what have you done to me?”