Fic: The Alphabet of Rachel Berry part 18 (Glee)
Title: The Alphabet of Rachel Berry part 18
Author: meremortal2k5
Rating: R (Hard)
Word Count: 4500
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Spoilers: All aired episodes.
Authors Notes: were!peen weirdness. All mistakes are my own, especially concerning the religious/mythological content and the hour or so I spent on research.
Prologue
Part 1 - A Tale of Two Halves
Part 2 - Two add two
Part 3 - There’s no way, right?
Part 4 - Full Moon
Part 5 - The only exception
Part 6 - Urgent Matters
Part 7 - If you don’t ask
Part 8 - There is no cure for curiosity
Part 9 - Great aunt Lilith
Part 10 - Certainly not bigger than a bread bin
Part 11 - Is it me, or my penis, that you want?
Part 12 - Not exactly sweet dreams
Part 13 - We’re through
Part 14 - Making lemonade from lemons
Part 15 - Friends with benefits
Part 16 - The tell-tale VPL
Part 17 - Half way between Heaven and Hell
“See you later, Quinn.” I send a quick wave over my shoulder and dart towards my car as Quinn’s mother makes her way along the path to her home. “Nice to meet you, Mrs Fabray.”
“Who was that, dear?” I hear just as I slam my door shut, but I don’t look up.
“Just Rachel from Glee, mom.” Quinn replies before the sound of my engine drowns her out.
I pull away from the curb, keeping my eyes on the road ahead. It’s only after I’ve made the first turn off of Quinn’s street do I pull my little car back into the curb and drop my forehead to the steering wheel with an embarrassed huff. That was too close for comfort.
Just moments before Mrs Fabray had arrived home, Quinn had been mauling me against the front door. Not that I objected in the slightest. But, even as the older Fabray turned into her driveway, Quinn insisted that she continue to help me out with yet another erection. Seriously, I don’t think that I haven’t not been in a state of arousal since Quinn proved that my dick wasn’t broken.
Her hand had been in my pants, her fingers stroking up and down as best she could within the confines of my capris, and Mrs Fabray had just turned off the engine to her car. I could hear her heels telling me that she was walking along the path when I came all over Quinn’s fingers. I tried to grab them, to clean them off on my cami, but she just hissed at me about her mom seeing my stuff all over my top. She held her hand behind her back, kissed me quickly and told me that she’d see me in a couple of hours.
So, Quinn was currently greeting her mom while her hand was covered in my jizz. Awkward.
I take a deep breath before flicking down my visor. Staring in the tiny mirror, I’m happy now that I had gone against etiquette for greeting my future mother-in-law. I can’t help the smile that lifts my lips at that thought. I know, I know. Talk about putting the cart before the horse, but a girl can dream, can’t she? Anyway, back to my flushed complexion; kiss swollen lips and pupils that scream ‘high as a kite’ or ‘just experienced yet another fantastic orgasm at the hand of my stunningly attractive girlfriend’. Mrs Fabray would’ve known what we had been doing only moments before with one look at my face.
I return my visor and start the engine. I’ve calmed down enough now to drive safely and I have a date to organise.
…………………………….
I haven’t had much time to prepare, so there would be no extravagant picnic, and I didn’t have much cash at hand, so there would be no expensive restaurant, but I did have a plan that would hopefully sweep Quinn off of her feet. A movie - her choice, of course; dinner at Breadstix - where if conversation waned, we could talk about the movie, and then I will drive us to a secret spot I know just off of Coopers Pond, so that we can make out. Then it’s home before curfew with a shared kiss on her doorstep.
Simple, yet tried and tested by almost every courting couple since the early to mid-twentieth century. A lavish date, that I’ve only ever dreamed of taking Quinn on, could wait just a little longer.
I run past my daddy as he opens the door to our home. I can feel his amused eyes on me even as I sprint up the stairs.
“Don’t I even get a ‘Hi, daddy. Where are you going? Can I come?’?” He shouts after me.
I stop. Even though he’d opened the door just as I got there, I hadn’t realised that he was going out. Turning around, I look at him and smile brightly. “Hi daddy. Where are you going?”
He arches a dark brow at me and returns my smile. “I’m going to get sorbet. Your dad fancy’s something sweet and apparently, I’m not enough. Do you want to come with me? I’ll let you pick the flavour.”
I shake my head. “Sorry, daddy. Normally I’d love to, but I have to pick Quinn up in-” I duck my head so that I can see the wall clock in the living room. “Just under two hours. I need to get ready.”
“But you have two hours, sweetie.” My daddy gives me his big brown puppy dog eyes. “I hardly get to see you, and it only takes twenty minutes to get sorbet.”
Sighing softly, but still smiling, I descend the stairs and walk over to him. I wrap my arms around him, forcing him to lean down so that I can press a kiss to his cheek. “Sorry, daddy. I’ll be home by eleven thirty; we can have hot chocolate together.”
“Fine.” He sighs dramatically and I giggle. “Go do whatever it is you girls do that takes so long.” He shakes his head.
“Love you, daddy.” I throw over my shoulder before dashing back towards the stairs.
First, I need a date night preparation playlist. Then, I need to lay out what I want to wear, shower, dry and style my hair, get dressed, and then go meet Quinn.
Two hours is really cutting it close when I have no clue as to what to wear. I chew at my lip as I stare into my extensive wardrobe of clothes that all look very much the same. Suddenly, my cell phone beeps and I sigh at the interruption to my concentration - I swear that I was only seconds away from discovering the perfect outfit.
I read my text message out loud. ‘What are you wearing?’
My eyebrows reach for my hairline and I quickly tap out a reply. ‘Really, Quinn, I don’t think that this is the best time to attempt sexting again.’
A few seconds later, I get a reply. I sit down on the edge of my bed because if Quinn insists on getting naughty, who am I to protest? If we’re too late for a movie, it’s her fault.
‘I meant, dressy or casual? Lol.’ I stare at the three letter word at the end of her message. I really did despise text talk. That ‘lol’ could mean a dozen different things and I now had to decipher which one Quinn has meant. Lots of Love? (Probably not)Lots of Luck? (Damn, does she think I need it?) Lips on Lips or Lots of Licks? (Yeah, I could go for either one of those)
My cell beeps again before I can formulate a reply. ‘Laughing out loud, Rachel *sigh* Just tell me where we’re going so I can put some clothes on.’
Oh, so she was laughing at me. It was my turn to sigh now. Do I tell her where we’re going? Why not? ‘We’re going to see a movie of your choice, followed by dinner at Breadstix and then I thought we could drive out to Coopers Pond to make out.’ Wait, is Quinn naked right now? ‘Are you naked?’
‘Yes, but not for much longer now that I know to dress casual.’
Oh lord. I swallow thickly and look back over towards my wardrobe. Time is dwindling and I still haven’t chosen an outfit. A skirt with spanks? I want to be comfortable tonight, not restricted. Jeans are out of the question because everything would be way too obvious. My poor pant suit has suffered an irreparable accident (so says Kurt), so that is a no no. My gaze then settles on a top that I’ve never actually worn since Kurt convinced me to buy it.
I stand from my bed, leaving my phone on the bedside table, and pull the drapey black tube top from amongst my clothes and hang it on the door. I then flick through my pants to find a pair of dark coloured skinny jeans that I’d only ever worn for a performance. Paired with a pair of heeled ankle boots (also something that my best gay convinced me to purchase), I think that I’ve just found my outfit for tonight and the tube top is long enough to cover my crotch.
Honestly, taking a shower and doing my hair took me less time than picking out my date clothes. I have just walked under a fine mist of perfume, added the finishing touches to my make-up and I’m now looking through my accessories for something with a little colour. Perfect - an antique butterfly broach that my bubbeh passed on to me. It’s a little on the large side, but I feel that I need the veritable rainbow to offset all of the black.
I take one last look in the mirror to make sure I look okay, giving my hair a final primp, before taking a look at my watch. I still have almost thirty minutes before I drive over to Quinn's, so I check the listings for the local cinema.
"Rachel, baby?" My dad is calling up the stairs so I leave my room to see what he wants.
As soon as I get to the top of the stairs, I see Finn towering over my dad. Damn it.
“Hey, Rache.” He waves but I can see his eyes narrow as he looks at me. “Are you going out?”
I start my descent. “Quinn and I are going to see a movie.” Why did I never notice how squinty he was when we were dating? Probably because I was always chest level rather than eye level. I don’t know whether to be happy or sad that I don’t have that same problem with Quinn. “Speaking of which, I need to go?”
“Wait!” He reaches out for me as I gather my keys from the key hook labelled with a gold star. “I thought that we could talk. I’m sure that Quinn wouldn’t mind if you blew her off.”
I fought the urge to smirk at his choice of words. Yeah, I can be immature too. “I’m sorry, Finn, but you know how much I hate letting anyone down, and I really was looking forward to seeing a movie tonight.”
“But, Rache.”
I shake my head and huff. “Perhaps I wasn’t clear enough, Finn. I’m going out, and you need to leave me alone.”
His dark brows furrow and he crosses his arms over his chest. “Who are you really going out with? You’re not dressed like that for a movie, Rache.” I really dislike how he keeps shortening my name. “Is it Puck? Are you going out with him to hurt me?”
I grab his elbow and drag him towards the door. “I’m not doing anything to hurt you, Finn. When will you get that through your head? You and I are over; we have been for a while, but you’ve been too busy with the cheerleaders to really take much notice that I have moved on. It’s about time that you do the same. Now, please leave before I’m late.”
He scowls angrily at me but he no longer affects me the way he used to. I no longer feel infatuation, or what I thought was love, and I certainly don’t feel guilt as he changes tactics to give me his puppy dog look.
I just sigh heavily and point towards the front door. “If you continue to badger me, Finn, I will have no choice but to withdraw my offer of friendship.”
His mouth drops open in surprise at my threat.
“I had hoped that we could be friends, but your constant harassment has seriously made me reconsider.” I purse my lips. “Leave me alone, Finn.”
He swallows thickly. “Fine. Just don’t come running to me when your new friend shows you her true colours and you end up standing in the middle of the corridor covered in slushie. Quinn doesn’t like you, Rache, this is all just some twisted joke to her.”
“You’re wrong, Finn.” So very, very wrong. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have somewhere to be.” I pull open the door, waiting for Finn to leave before I follow him out. “I’ll see you later, dad, daddy.” I call back, knowing that both of them have been standing just the other side of the kitchen door listening in on my conversation.
“Have a good time, sweetie.” I hear just before I shut the door.
Finn is already in his truck, revving his engine, when I climb into my car. I watch him in my side mirror, staring at me before he slams his hand against the steering wheel and drives off. Releasing a shaky breath, I start the car and back out of the drive. I’m a little early, but hopefully Quinn won’t mind.
………………………………………………………….
I pull up in front of Quinn’s home with fifteen minutes to spare, so I grab the cell phone out of my purse. I text my girlfriend, letting her know that I’m here. A few seconds later, Quinn walks out of her home with a smile on her face.
“I would’ve come up to the house, Quinn,” I start apologising as soon as she opens the passenger side door. “But, I didn’t know if I should wait until the appropriate time before I approached. You could’ve still been getting ready.”
“I’ve been ready for an hour, Rachel.” She grins at me before flicking on the overhead light. Her hazel eyes take me in and she licks her lips. “Wow, you look great.”
“Really?” I smile widely at her. I hadn’t been sure when I'd picked out my outfit.
She nods her head and looks past me towards her home before clicking the light back off. She leans forward and presses a quick kiss to my lips. “Really great.” She swallows. "I feel under dressed."
I look down at my clothes and frown. "Isn't this casual?" Looking over at her in her summer dress, I think that she looks beautiful like usual.
She smiles at me as she touches my tube top. "More dressy/casual than regular casual. You look really good though, so don't worry about it."
My cheeks hurt because I'm smiling so wide. "So," I take her hand in mine. "Do you know which movie you'd like to see?"
She shrugs her shoulders. "The new Twilight if it’s something that you'd like to see too."
I purse my lips. I'm not the biggest Twilight fan; I have issues with the overall story and characters, but I have seen all of the previous movies. "Okay."
Quinn releases my fingers so that she can pull her seat belt around her. "So, how come you're early? Not that I mind." She smiles and places her hand on my thigh as I start to drive.
I sigh softly and quickly flick my gaze over to her. "Finn."
Her eyes narrow dangerously and I must confess that I feel a thrill at her possessiveness.
"I told him that if he didn't leave me alone, then I would rescind my friendship."
"You did?" She sounds surprised.
I nod before taking another quick look at her. "He's not going to be happy when he eventually finds out about us."
"Are you afraid of him?" The chill in her voice makes me shiver. "I won't let him hurt you, Rache."
I feel the corners of my lips turn up as she shortens my name. It just sounds so affectionate coming from Quinn and not at all grating like when Finn does it. "I'm not afraid of Finn Hudson, Quinn, but he is going to be angry, and we've both been on the receiving end of his anger before. Glee is going to be hell." I'm chewing on my lip now as I drive along one of the side streets, heading towards the centre of Lima.
"Pull over." Her voice is barely loud enough for me to hear over the sound of the engine but I hear and manouver my car towards the curb.
Once the car is stationary, I turn in my seat so that I can see my girlfriend fully.
"You broke up with Finn to make Glee an easier, happier place.” She takes a deep breath. “I know that this thing between us is new, and we’re figuring things out,”
“I’m not breaking up with you to make things easier.” I interrupt, not liking the direction of this conversation in the slightest.
“It’s just,” Quinn ducks her eyes. “I’ve made a lot of mistakes, Rachel, and I wasn’t nice to you, at all.”
I really had to bite my tongue so as not to blurt out how I really feel about her, how I never really felt about Finn.
“Glee’s important to you.” She stares at her fingers in her lap. “I’ll understand when you decide that I’m not worth the hassle that’s going to come when Finn and the others find out.”
I swallow thickly, fighting the tears threatening to spill from my eyes. I think that she just broke my heart because I have this sudden pain in my chest that flares every time my heart beats. “Quinn?” I breathe softly. When she doesn’t look up, I reach over and slip my fingers between hers, pulling her hand into my lap. “You’re worth more to me than Glee. Don’t ever forget that.”
She blinks at me and I watch as a few tears catch on her eye lashes.
“I never loved, Finn.” I look at her, her eyes, her mouth, and our hands together. “I thought I did at one point, but I know now that I never loved him.” I sigh. “I feel more for you right now, after only a couple of days, than I ever did for him.”
Her smile is tremulous. “He’s not going to like that you’ve moved on, and he’s really not going to like that you’ve moved on with me. Like you said, Glee is going to be hell when he finds out.”
I shrug. I am getting to a point where I couldn’t care less about Finn Hudson’s feelings. “I can deal with it if you can, Quinn. And, I suspect that our fellow Glee Club members will be more accepting of our new found relationship than you realise. If you think that mine and Finn’s tumultuous relationship made Glee uncomfortable, yours and mine could at times be considered worse. With us together, working together, and with Santana in the know, New Directions should be a team worthy of winning this year.”
“You think so?” Her lips turn up and she swipes at her eyes with her free hand.
I nod as I return her smile. “Finn will just have to get over me, no matter how difficult that may be. I am an excellent girlfriend after all.”
She giggle-snorts and I’m grinning like a fool for being able to cheer her up. “Maybe you should show him your penis.” She chuckles. “I have a feeling that he won’t bother you again if you do.”
I laugh loudly as I shake my head.
It takes us a little while to stop laughing and then stop kissing before I can pull back onto the road and continue on to the local cinema. Her hand is on my thigh again and I can feel her watching me as I drive.
“It’s a shame that we can’t find somewhere to be alone right now.” She sighs softly.
I glance at her quickly, knowing what she wants and wanting it too. “Yeah.”
She smiles and gives my thigh a gentle squeeze. We both know that we have to wait a little longer. There’s no way in hell that I’m having sex with her for the first time in the back of my car.
“So, how’s this going to work at school?” She asks, as I pull into the almost empty car park.
I wait until I pull into a space near the entrance before replying. “How do you want this to work at school, Quinn?” I was pretty easy going because I got to have a relationship with her. I really didn’t mind hiding it for a while, but I was starting to get the impression, especially with how physically affectionate Quinn is, that hiding our relationship status might be more difficult than I originally thought.
She takes a second and sits back against the car door. She’s looking me over and I can see a smile play on her lips. “I don’t know if I’m capable of keeping us a secret, Rachel.” Her smile slips and her brow furrows. “But I don’t want to have to stand in front of everyone and declare my sexuality, either.” She sighs and pouts adorably. “It’s not fair. If either one of us were a guy, we wouldn’t even need to talk about this.”
“You’re forgetting who I am, Quinn.” I reach out and touch her knee. “Even if either of us were male, we’d still be having a similar conversation because I’m Rachel Berry and you’re Quinn Fabray. We’re at opposite ends of the social and hierarchical spectrum.”
“I don’t care about that.” She shakes her head and I purse my lips. “Not anymore. Not after everything that’s happened.”
I lean back against my door so that I can look at her fully. “You really do want a relationship with me, don’t you?”
Her frown deepens. “Of course I do, don’t doubt that, Rachel.” Her shoulders slump then and I can see her ire diminish. “I’m so tired of hiding who I am and what I want.”
“What do you want?” I hold my breath.
Her hazel eyes sharpen as they focus on me. “You, for so long now, Rachel. I want to be able to hold your hand as we walk down the street or a corridor at school. I want to be able to kiss you at your locker. I’ve made so many mistakes trying to hide who I am, and it’s all because of others expectations. I don’t want to be Quinn Fabray anymore; I just want to be Quinn, who just happens to like Rachel.”
I smile at her as I release my breath. “Then,” I shrug my shoulders. “Let’s just be like everyone else.”
“What do you mean?” She picks at the fabric of her dress nervously.
“Why should we have to declare our sexuality?” I lean forward, my voice low and intense. “When I dated Finn, I didn’t have to tell anyone that I was straight, so why should we have to tell people that we’re gay? If anyone sees us kissing at my locker, then our sexuality should be pretty obvious.” I roll my eyes. “So, why should we have to confirm it?”
“You want us to act like no one is staring or gossiping about us behind our backs?” Quinn seems perturbed by the idea, but I nod.
“No matter what, we’ll be gossip fodder. Friends or lovers, people will talk.” I tilt my head to the side as I regard my girlfriend. “I am willing to keep us a secret though, if it makes things easier for you, Quinn.”
She takes in a shuddery breath and shakes her head at me. When she speaks, her voice is so quiet yet determined. “I can’t do that to either of us.”
I shoot forward then, pressing her back into the door as I lean over her to kiss her senseless. Our lips slant together in a hungry kiss. Her hands grip at my tube top, pulling me closer but I hiss as the gear shift catches my knee.
Quinn pushes at me, frowning at my pained breath but I press forward again, only more careful of my surroundings.
“Don’t stop.” I mumble against her lips until she kisses me back for a few moments, only to pull away again. I can’t help but whimper as the space between us widens, but she just chuckles softly.
She slowly brushes her thumb under my bottom lip and smiles softly. “So, we’re agreed?” Her eyes shine as she looks into mine. “No hiding?”
I’m still leaning over her, one hand against the door and one on the back of the chair, but I nod and return her smile. “No hiding.”
She sighs her relief and I can almost see the burden lift from her as her body relaxes. Her smiles trembles as she traces my jaw with her fingertips. “Not even from Finn?”
“Certainly not.” I huff. There is no way in hell that I’m going to let his childish attitude ruin my relationship with Quinn.
Her smile relaxes then as though our heavy conversation never occurred. “So, we should continue with our first date.” She arches a fine brow and her smile becomes teasing. “I thought it was supposed to be a movie, dinner and then making out? Not the other way around.”
I grin because I love playful Quinn, and after the previous turn in our conversation, we both need this. “I’m not particularly regimented when it comes to being alone with you, Quinn, and what with our date being relatively unplanned, unlike our second date, which I assure you, will be spectacular, I’m not opposed to spontaneity.”
Her smirk slips into a faux-pout as I talk. “But, if we’re making out, we’ll miss the movie.” She flutters her eyelashes at me and then starts to giggle.
I stare at her, my smile becoming impossibly bigger. “You know, you’ll seriously miss my extemporariness when I break out the power point presentation I’ll have prepared before our next date.”
She snorts. “Really?”
I shake my head as I laugh. “No. I don’t know why people think I plan the fun out of everything.” I’m still laughing when I slide back into my own seat. “I like to be prepared, but I’m not completely anally retentive.”
She snorts again before opening her door to climb out of my car.
I follow after her, rounding the car before locking it with a beep. “It was the anal word, wasn’t it?” I’m grinning as she dissolves into yet another fit of giggles. “I’m so happy to see, that no matter the seriousness of the situation, Quinn, the sense of humour of a teenager will always win out.”
She shushes me and we chuckle together as she links her arm through mine. She presses a kiss to my lips as we wait in line to get our tickets and I don’t think she even notices that no one really gives us a second look.
Tbc.
Author: meremortal2k5
Rating: R (Hard)
Word Count: 4500
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Spoilers: All aired episodes.
Authors Notes: were!peen weirdness. All mistakes are my own, especially concerning the religious/mythological content and the hour or so I spent on research.
Prologue
Part 1 - A Tale of Two Halves
Part 2 - Two add two
Part 3 - There’s no way, right?
Part 4 - Full Moon
Part 5 - The only exception
Part 6 - Urgent Matters
Part 7 - If you don’t ask
Part 8 - There is no cure for curiosity
Part 9 - Great aunt Lilith
Part 10 - Certainly not bigger than a bread bin
Part 11 - Is it me, or my penis, that you want?
Part 12 - Not exactly sweet dreams
Part 13 - We’re through
Part 14 - Making lemonade from lemons
Part 15 - Friends with benefits
Part 16 - The tell-tale VPL
Part 17 - Half way between Heaven and Hell
“See you later, Quinn.” I send a quick wave over my shoulder and dart towards my car as Quinn’s mother makes her way along the path to her home. “Nice to meet you, Mrs Fabray.”
“Who was that, dear?” I hear just as I slam my door shut, but I don’t look up.
“Just Rachel from Glee, mom.” Quinn replies before the sound of my engine drowns her out.
I pull away from the curb, keeping my eyes on the road ahead. It’s only after I’ve made the first turn off of Quinn’s street do I pull my little car back into the curb and drop my forehead to the steering wheel with an embarrassed huff. That was too close for comfort.
Just moments before Mrs Fabray had arrived home, Quinn had been mauling me against the front door. Not that I objected in the slightest. But, even as the older Fabray turned into her driveway, Quinn insisted that she continue to help me out with yet another erection. Seriously, I don’t think that I haven’t not been in a state of arousal since Quinn proved that my dick wasn’t broken.
Her hand had been in my pants, her fingers stroking up and down as best she could within the confines of my capris, and Mrs Fabray had just turned off the engine to her car. I could hear her heels telling me that she was walking along the path when I came all over Quinn’s fingers. I tried to grab them, to clean them off on my cami, but she just hissed at me about her mom seeing my stuff all over my top. She held her hand behind her back, kissed me quickly and told me that she’d see me in a couple of hours.
So, Quinn was currently greeting her mom while her hand was covered in my jizz. Awkward.
I take a deep breath before flicking down my visor. Staring in the tiny mirror, I’m happy now that I had gone against etiquette for greeting my future mother-in-law. I can’t help the smile that lifts my lips at that thought. I know, I know. Talk about putting the cart before the horse, but a girl can dream, can’t she? Anyway, back to my flushed complexion; kiss swollen lips and pupils that scream ‘high as a kite’ or ‘just experienced yet another fantastic orgasm at the hand of my stunningly attractive girlfriend’. Mrs Fabray would’ve known what we had been doing only moments before with one look at my face.
I return my visor and start the engine. I’ve calmed down enough now to drive safely and I have a date to organise.
…………………………….
I haven’t had much time to prepare, so there would be no extravagant picnic, and I didn’t have much cash at hand, so there would be no expensive restaurant, but I did have a plan that would hopefully sweep Quinn off of her feet. A movie - her choice, of course; dinner at Breadstix - where if conversation waned, we could talk about the movie, and then I will drive us to a secret spot I know just off of Coopers Pond, so that we can make out. Then it’s home before curfew with a shared kiss on her doorstep.
Simple, yet tried and tested by almost every courting couple since the early to mid-twentieth century. A lavish date, that I’ve only ever dreamed of taking Quinn on, could wait just a little longer.
I run past my daddy as he opens the door to our home. I can feel his amused eyes on me even as I sprint up the stairs.
“Don’t I even get a ‘Hi, daddy. Where are you going? Can I come?’?” He shouts after me.
I stop. Even though he’d opened the door just as I got there, I hadn’t realised that he was going out. Turning around, I look at him and smile brightly. “Hi daddy. Where are you going?”
He arches a dark brow at me and returns my smile. “I’m going to get sorbet. Your dad fancy’s something sweet and apparently, I’m not enough. Do you want to come with me? I’ll let you pick the flavour.”
I shake my head. “Sorry, daddy. Normally I’d love to, but I have to pick Quinn up in-” I duck my head so that I can see the wall clock in the living room. “Just under two hours. I need to get ready.”
“But you have two hours, sweetie.” My daddy gives me his big brown puppy dog eyes. “I hardly get to see you, and it only takes twenty minutes to get sorbet.”
Sighing softly, but still smiling, I descend the stairs and walk over to him. I wrap my arms around him, forcing him to lean down so that I can press a kiss to his cheek. “Sorry, daddy. I’ll be home by eleven thirty; we can have hot chocolate together.”
“Fine.” He sighs dramatically and I giggle. “Go do whatever it is you girls do that takes so long.” He shakes his head.
“Love you, daddy.” I throw over my shoulder before dashing back towards the stairs.
First, I need a date night preparation playlist. Then, I need to lay out what I want to wear, shower, dry and style my hair, get dressed, and then go meet Quinn.
Two hours is really cutting it close when I have no clue as to what to wear. I chew at my lip as I stare into my extensive wardrobe of clothes that all look very much the same. Suddenly, my cell phone beeps and I sigh at the interruption to my concentration - I swear that I was only seconds away from discovering the perfect outfit.
I read my text message out loud. ‘What are you wearing?’
My eyebrows reach for my hairline and I quickly tap out a reply. ‘Really, Quinn, I don’t think that this is the best time to attempt sexting again.’
A few seconds later, I get a reply. I sit down on the edge of my bed because if Quinn insists on getting naughty, who am I to protest? If we’re too late for a movie, it’s her fault.
‘I meant, dressy or casual? Lol.’ I stare at the three letter word at the end of her message. I really did despise text talk. That ‘lol’ could mean a dozen different things and I now had to decipher which one Quinn has meant. Lots of Love? (Probably not)Lots of Luck? (Damn, does she think I need it?) Lips on Lips or Lots of Licks? (Yeah, I could go for either one of those)
My cell beeps again before I can formulate a reply. ‘Laughing out loud, Rachel *sigh* Just tell me where we’re going so I can put some clothes on.’
Oh, so she was laughing at me. It was my turn to sigh now. Do I tell her where we’re going? Why not? ‘We’re going to see a movie of your choice, followed by dinner at Breadstix and then I thought we could drive out to Coopers Pond to make out.’ Wait, is Quinn naked right now? ‘Are you naked?’
‘Yes, but not for much longer now that I know to dress casual.’
Oh lord. I swallow thickly and look back over towards my wardrobe. Time is dwindling and I still haven’t chosen an outfit. A skirt with spanks? I want to be comfortable tonight, not restricted. Jeans are out of the question because everything would be way too obvious. My poor pant suit has suffered an irreparable accident (so says Kurt), so that is a no no. My gaze then settles on a top that I’ve never actually worn since Kurt convinced me to buy it.
I stand from my bed, leaving my phone on the bedside table, and pull the drapey black tube top from amongst my clothes and hang it on the door. I then flick through my pants to find a pair of dark coloured skinny jeans that I’d only ever worn for a performance. Paired with a pair of heeled ankle boots (also something that my best gay convinced me to purchase), I think that I’ve just found my outfit for tonight and the tube top is long enough to cover my crotch.
Honestly, taking a shower and doing my hair took me less time than picking out my date clothes. I have just walked under a fine mist of perfume, added the finishing touches to my make-up and I’m now looking through my accessories for something with a little colour. Perfect - an antique butterfly broach that my bubbeh passed on to me. It’s a little on the large side, but I feel that I need the veritable rainbow to offset all of the black.
I take one last look in the mirror to make sure I look okay, giving my hair a final primp, before taking a look at my watch. I still have almost thirty minutes before I drive over to Quinn's, so I check the listings for the local cinema.
"Rachel, baby?" My dad is calling up the stairs so I leave my room to see what he wants.
As soon as I get to the top of the stairs, I see Finn towering over my dad. Damn it.
“Hey, Rache.” He waves but I can see his eyes narrow as he looks at me. “Are you going out?”
I start my descent. “Quinn and I are going to see a movie.” Why did I never notice how squinty he was when we were dating? Probably because I was always chest level rather than eye level. I don’t know whether to be happy or sad that I don’t have that same problem with Quinn. “Speaking of which, I need to go?”
“Wait!” He reaches out for me as I gather my keys from the key hook labelled with a gold star. “I thought that we could talk. I’m sure that Quinn wouldn’t mind if you blew her off.”
I fought the urge to smirk at his choice of words. Yeah, I can be immature too. “I’m sorry, Finn, but you know how much I hate letting anyone down, and I really was looking forward to seeing a movie tonight.”
“But, Rache.”
I shake my head and huff. “Perhaps I wasn’t clear enough, Finn. I’m going out, and you need to leave me alone.”
His dark brows furrow and he crosses his arms over his chest. “Who are you really going out with? You’re not dressed like that for a movie, Rache.” I really dislike how he keeps shortening my name. “Is it Puck? Are you going out with him to hurt me?”
I grab his elbow and drag him towards the door. “I’m not doing anything to hurt you, Finn. When will you get that through your head? You and I are over; we have been for a while, but you’ve been too busy with the cheerleaders to really take much notice that I have moved on. It’s about time that you do the same. Now, please leave before I’m late.”
He scowls angrily at me but he no longer affects me the way he used to. I no longer feel infatuation, or what I thought was love, and I certainly don’t feel guilt as he changes tactics to give me his puppy dog look.
I just sigh heavily and point towards the front door. “If you continue to badger me, Finn, I will have no choice but to withdraw my offer of friendship.”
His mouth drops open in surprise at my threat.
“I had hoped that we could be friends, but your constant harassment has seriously made me reconsider.” I purse my lips. “Leave me alone, Finn.”
He swallows thickly. “Fine. Just don’t come running to me when your new friend shows you her true colours and you end up standing in the middle of the corridor covered in slushie. Quinn doesn’t like you, Rache, this is all just some twisted joke to her.”
“You’re wrong, Finn.” So very, very wrong. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have somewhere to be.” I pull open the door, waiting for Finn to leave before I follow him out. “I’ll see you later, dad, daddy.” I call back, knowing that both of them have been standing just the other side of the kitchen door listening in on my conversation.
“Have a good time, sweetie.” I hear just before I shut the door.
Finn is already in his truck, revving his engine, when I climb into my car. I watch him in my side mirror, staring at me before he slams his hand against the steering wheel and drives off. Releasing a shaky breath, I start the car and back out of the drive. I’m a little early, but hopefully Quinn won’t mind.
………………………………………………………….
I pull up in front of Quinn’s home with fifteen minutes to spare, so I grab the cell phone out of my purse. I text my girlfriend, letting her know that I’m here. A few seconds later, Quinn walks out of her home with a smile on her face.
“I would’ve come up to the house, Quinn,” I start apologising as soon as she opens the passenger side door. “But, I didn’t know if I should wait until the appropriate time before I approached. You could’ve still been getting ready.”
“I’ve been ready for an hour, Rachel.” She grins at me before flicking on the overhead light. Her hazel eyes take me in and she licks her lips. “Wow, you look great.”
“Really?” I smile widely at her. I hadn’t been sure when I'd picked out my outfit.
She nods her head and looks past me towards her home before clicking the light back off. She leans forward and presses a quick kiss to my lips. “Really great.” She swallows. "I feel under dressed."
I look down at my clothes and frown. "Isn't this casual?" Looking over at her in her summer dress, I think that she looks beautiful like usual.
She smiles at me as she touches my tube top. "More dressy/casual than regular casual. You look really good though, so don't worry about it."
My cheeks hurt because I'm smiling so wide. "So," I take her hand in mine. "Do you know which movie you'd like to see?"
She shrugs her shoulders. "The new Twilight if it’s something that you'd like to see too."
I purse my lips. I'm not the biggest Twilight fan; I have issues with the overall story and characters, but I have seen all of the previous movies. "Okay."
Quinn releases my fingers so that she can pull her seat belt around her. "So, how come you're early? Not that I mind." She smiles and places her hand on my thigh as I start to drive.
I sigh softly and quickly flick my gaze over to her. "Finn."
Her eyes narrow dangerously and I must confess that I feel a thrill at her possessiveness.
"I told him that if he didn't leave me alone, then I would rescind my friendship."
"You did?" She sounds surprised.
I nod before taking another quick look at her. "He's not going to be happy when he eventually finds out about us."
"Are you afraid of him?" The chill in her voice makes me shiver. "I won't let him hurt you, Rache."
I feel the corners of my lips turn up as she shortens my name. It just sounds so affectionate coming from Quinn and not at all grating like when Finn does it. "I'm not afraid of Finn Hudson, Quinn, but he is going to be angry, and we've both been on the receiving end of his anger before. Glee is going to be hell." I'm chewing on my lip now as I drive along one of the side streets, heading towards the centre of Lima.
"Pull over." Her voice is barely loud enough for me to hear over the sound of the engine but I hear and manouver my car towards the curb.
Once the car is stationary, I turn in my seat so that I can see my girlfriend fully.
"You broke up with Finn to make Glee an easier, happier place.” She takes a deep breath. “I know that this thing between us is new, and we’re figuring things out,”
“I’m not breaking up with you to make things easier.” I interrupt, not liking the direction of this conversation in the slightest.
“It’s just,” Quinn ducks her eyes. “I’ve made a lot of mistakes, Rachel, and I wasn’t nice to you, at all.”
I really had to bite my tongue so as not to blurt out how I really feel about her, how I never really felt about Finn.
“Glee’s important to you.” She stares at her fingers in her lap. “I’ll understand when you decide that I’m not worth the hassle that’s going to come when Finn and the others find out.”
I swallow thickly, fighting the tears threatening to spill from my eyes. I think that she just broke my heart because I have this sudden pain in my chest that flares every time my heart beats. “Quinn?” I breathe softly. When she doesn’t look up, I reach over and slip my fingers between hers, pulling her hand into my lap. “You’re worth more to me than Glee. Don’t ever forget that.”
She blinks at me and I watch as a few tears catch on her eye lashes.
“I never loved, Finn.” I look at her, her eyes, her mouth, and our hands together. “I thought I did at one point, but I know now that I never loved him.” I sigh. “I feel more for you right now, after only a couple of days, than I ever did for him.”
Her smile is tremulous. “He’s not going to like that you’ve moved on, and he’s really not going to like that you’ve moved on with me. Like you said, Glee is going to be hell when he finds out.”
I shrug. I am getting to a point where I couldn’t care less about Finn Hudson’s feelings. “I can deal with it if you can, Quinn. And, I suspect that our fellow Glee Club members will be more accepting of our new found relationship than you realise. If you think that mine and Finn’s tumultuous relationship made Glee uncomfortable, yours and mine could at times be considered worse. With us together, working together, and with Santana in the know, New Directions should be a team worthy of winning this year.”
“You think so?” Her lips turn up and she swipes at her eyes with her free hand.
I nod as I return her smile. “Finn will just have to get over me, no matter how difficult that may be. I am an excellent girlfriend after all.”
She giggle-snorts and I’m grinning like a fool for being able to cheer her up. “Maybe you should show him your penis.” She chuckles. “I have a feeling that he won’t bother you again if you do.”
I laugh loudly as I shake my head.
It takes us a little while to stop laughing and then stop kissing before I can pull back onto the road and continue on to the local cinema. Her hand is on my thigh again and I can feel her watching me as I drive.
“It’s a shame that we can’t find somewhere to be alone right now.” She sighs softly.
I glance at her quickly, knowing what she wants and wanting it too. “Yeah.”
She smiles and gives my thigh a gentle squeeze. We both know that we have to wait a little longer. There’s no way in hell that I’m having sex with her for the first time in the back of my car.
“So, how’s this going to work at school?” She asks, as I pull into the almost empty car park.
I wait until I pull into a space near the entrance before replying. “How do you want this to work at school, Quinn?” I was pretty easy going because I got to have a relationship with her. I really didn’t mind hiding it for a while, but I was starting to get the impression, especially with how physically affectionate Quinn is, that hiding our relationship status might be more difficult than I originally thought.
She takes a second and sits back against the car door. She’s looking me over and I can see a smile play on her lips. “I don’t know if I’m capable of keeping us a secret, Rachel.” Her smile slips and her brow furrows. “But I don’t want to have to stand in front of everyone and declare my sexuality, either.” She sighs and pouts adorably. “It’s not fair. If either one of us were a guy, we wouldn’t even need to talk about this.”
“You’re forgetting who I am, Quinn.” I reach out and touch her knee. “Even if either of us were male, we’d still be having a similar conversation because I’m Rachel Berry and you’re Quinn Fabray. We’re at opposite ends of the social and hierarchical spectrum.”
“I don’t care about that.” She shakes her head and I purse my lips. “Not anymore. Not after everything that’s happened.”
I lean back against my door so that I can look at her fully. “You really do want a relationship with me, don’t you?”
Her frown deepens. “Of course I do, don’t doubt that, Rachel.” Her shoulders slump then and I can see her ire diminish. “I’m so tired of hiding who I am and what I want.”
“What do you want?” I hold my breath.
Her hazel eyes sharpen as they focus on me. “You, for so long now, Rachel. I want to be able to hold your hand as we walk down the street or a corridor at school. I want to be able to kiss you at your locker. I’ve made so many mistakes trying to hide who I am, and it’s all because of others expectations. I don’t want to be Quinn Fabray anymore; I just want to be Quinn, who just happens to like Rachel.”
I smile at her as I release my breath. “Then,” I shrug my shoulders. “Let’s just be like everyone else.”
“What do you mean?” She picks at the fabric of her dress nervously.
“Why should we have to declare our sexuality?” I lean forward, my voice low and intense. “When I dated Finn, I didn’t have to tell anyone that I was straight, so why should we have to tell people that we’re gay? If anyone sees us kissing at my locker, then our sexuality should be pretty obvious.” I roll my eyes. “So, why should we have to confirm it?”
“You want us to act like no one is staring or gossiping about us behind our backs?” Quinn seems perturbed by the idea, but I nod.
“No matter what, we’ll be gossip fodder. Friends or lovers, people will talk.” I tilt my head to the side as I regard my girlfriend. “I am willing to keep us a secret though, if it makes things easier for you, Quinn.”
She takes in a shuddery breath and shakes her head at me. When she speaks, her voice is so quiet yet determined. “I can’t do that to either of us.”
I shoot forward then, pressing her back into the door as I lean over her to kiss her senseless. Our lips slant together in a hungry kiss. Her hands grip at my tube top, pulling me closer but I hiss as the gear shift catches my knee.
Quinn pushes at me, frowning at my pained breath but I press forward again, only more careful of my surroundings.
“Don’t stop.” I mumble against her lips until she kisses me back for a few moments, only to pull away again. I can’t help but whimper as the space between us widens, but she just chuckles softly.
She slowly brushes her thumb under my bottom lip and smiles softly. “So, we’re agreed?” Her eyes shine as she looks into mine. “No hiding?”
I’m still leaning over her, one hand against the door and one on the back of the chair, but I nod and return her smile. “No hiding.”
She sighs her relief and I can almost see the burden lift from her as her body relaxes. Her smiles trembles as she traces my jaw with her fingertips. “Not even from Finn?”
“Certainly not.” I huff. There is no way in hell that I’m going to let his childish attitude ruin my relationship with Quinn.
Her smile relaxes then as though our heavy conversation never occurred. “So, we should continue with our first date.” She arches a fine brow and her smile becomes teasing. “I thought it was supposed to be a movie, dinner and then making out? Not the other way around.”
I grin because I love playful Quinn, and after the previous turn in our conversation, we both need this. “I’m not particularly regimented when it comes to being alone with you, Quinn, and what with our date being relatively unplanned, unlike our second date, which I assure you, will be spectacular, I’m not opposed to spontaneity.”
Her smirk slips into a faux-pout as I talk. “But, if we’re making out, we’ll miss the movie.” She flutters her eyelashes at me and then starts to giggle.
I stare at her, my smile becoming impossibly bigger. “You know, you’ll seriously miss my extemporariness when I break out the power point presentation I’ll have prepared before our next date.”
She snorts. “Really?”
I shake my head as I laugh. “No. I don’t know why people think I plan the fun out of everything.” I’m still laughing when I slide back into my own seat. “I like to be prepared, but I’m not completely anally retentive.”
She snorts again before opening her door to climb out of my car.
I follow after her, rounding the car before locking it with a beep. “It was the anal word, wasn’t it?” I’m grinning as she dissolves into yet another fit of giggles. “I’m so happy to see, that no matter the seriousness of the situation, Quinn, the sense of humour of a teenager will always win out.”
She shushes me and we chuckle together as she links her arm through mine. She presses a kiss to my lips as we wait in line to get our tickets and I don’t think she even notices that no one really gives us a second look.
Tbc.