My Only Exception 9/20
“Hey,” he said softly with his signature dope smile.
They had dated all summer and Finn was a good guy, really. He treated Quinn with respect, didn’t push her about sex, took her out to eat, complimented her outfit; but she didn’t love him. She never did. In all honesty, she dated him for power, for status. She went along with it and kissed him softly on the cheek.
“Hey, Finn,” she replied into his ear, well aware that everyone in school was watching them, them being the new “it” couple. It felt good, really good.
Later that month, she had heard that her boyfriend had joined the glee club, or in other words, committed social suicide. And that was not the worst of it; she had seen him looking at the brunette in the ugly sweaters with a look he never gave her. It was a look of desire. Her blood boiled at the thought of losing her popularity to a girl who barely knew how to dress herself; but there was something else mixed in with the anger, something akin to jealousy. Quinn wasn’t jealous of the girl because she was practically stealing her boyfriend. That would be the anger part; she was jealous because the girl seemed to know exactly who she was and what she wanted. It was fascinating. All her life Quinn was told what to do, be an honors student, be popular, be a Cheerio, date a football player, don’t have sex until marriage, blah blah blah. The brunette was strolling down the hall, a pep in her step, clutching her books to her chest, humming softly. Then, out of no where, a Neanderthal passing as a football player hurled a grape slushy right into her face. That’s when Quinn really saw Rachel for the first time. It was that look that had Quinn hooked. It was a look first of pain, then of humiliation, then of more pain, then of contemplation, and then of confidence. Rachel wiped some of the ice and corn syrup out of her eyes, picked up her now purple books, and walked proudly to the restroom, head held high. That was the moment Quinn Fabray fell for Rachel Berry. She didn’t know her name, had never spoken a word to the girl, but that was when she knew.
And it scared the shit out of her. Being a girl and liking another girl was a sin, probably one of the worst sins besides murder and adultery and there was now way in hell anyone would find out about it. And what is the perfect cover for liking someone you shouldn’t? Publically hate them. So that was just what Quinn did. It was the perfect plan. She used Finn as the excuse for the hate being that Rachel and Finn were in “love” and kissing behind her back; but she never hated Rachel, not for a second. What she felt for Rachel then was a combination of jealousy, admiration, and desire.
Then things got worse with Finn. He rarely acknowledged her presence in the hallways other than the occasional wave or smile. Quinn shouldn’t have cared so much; she didn’t really love him, but she still wanted someone to tell her she was pretty, someone to love her and remind her of that daily. Finn just wasn’t cutting it. That was where Puck fit into the picture. One day, a particularly bad day, Puck stopped by her locker with a smirk on his face.
“Hey, babe,” he said confidently, his rough hand running down Quinn’s arm.
“Ew,” she remarked, pulling away from his touch.
The guy wouldn’t take the hint.
“You look hot, Quinn. Wanna come over tonight?”
Quinn looked down. She didn’t really want to spend a night alone with Puck. He was a pig, a woman loving, pig. But he said she looked hot. Finn never told her she looked hot. And it felt good; it made her heart swell for a moment, albeit a short lived one. So she said yes and consented to a night spent with Noah Puckerman, the soon to be father of her unborn child.
A few weeks after they had had sex, Quinn was late on her period. Quinn rushed to the pharmacy and bought a pregnancy test. When she got home to an empty house, her parents being at some formal dinner, she raced to her room and slammed the door shut. As she sat on the toilet, her hands shook violently and her eyes filled with tears, those tears soon spilling over the edge. Carefully Quinn laid the test on the counter and washed her hands meticulously, procrastinating looking at the results. After drying her hands with her pink towel, she picked up the test as her eyes dropped down to the piece of plastic that was to determine her future. A pink plus sign. It felt like the walls were crushing her as she saw her entire world collapse. She dropped the thing in disgust and ran to the toilet as a wave of nausea overtook her body. After she was finished she brushed her teeth and walked into her room and collapsed onto her bed. Then she fisted a pillow and shoved her face into it, letting out a deafening scream, a scream that no one but her and the pillow would hear.
After that night, Quinn prayed that she would never feel that way again, not that God would even listen to a pregnant teenager; but sitting in the hospital bed, staring at her bewildered mother, that familiar feeling of nausea fell over the blonde once more. Somehow, despite this feeling, she felt relieved. She had finally admitted it to her mother. Her shoulders relaxed momentarily and her mind suddenly cleared; all she could see was Rachel, her brown luscious locks, her golden skin and deep brown eyes. Then she met the gaze of her mother. The eyes staring back at her were terrified, horrified, mortified at the girl staring back at her.
“I said, I’m gay,” she said with a little more confidence.
This was it. There was no turning back now. The ball was in her mother’s court.
“I-,” her mother looked down, almost in shame, “are you sure?”
Quinn almost burst out into laughter at the question. Was she sure?
“Yes, Mother, I am sure.”
A tear slid down her mother’s face, a look of disappointment, complete and utter disappointment etched onto her pale face. It was the look her father had given her the night he discovered she was pregnant; but somehow this was worse. This was her mother, the woman who should never under any circumstances leave her or shut her out. She was her mother. Mothers never leave their children ever. That was just a fact, a law of nature.
“I don’t understand. I raised you right. I took you to church every Sunday. I provided you with everything you ever needed, food, clothing, toys, whatever you wanted. This is how you repay me? You tell me you’re gay? Is this some kind of joke?”
How could her mother think she was joking? Here she was revealing her biggest secret to her mother and all she could ask was if it was a joke? As if this was something to joke about.
“No. This is not a joke,” she whispered, a tear rolling down her cheek even though she had spent the better part of five minutes willing it not to fall.
Her mother turned her back to her daughter and let out a brief sob as her body trembled. Then something changed in the woman’s body language. Her shoulders tensed and she flattened out her skirt before turning around to face her daughter. The look on Mrs. Fabray’s face caused chills to run down Quinn’s back. It was expressionless, emotionless, robotic. Now Quinn was staring at Mrs. Judy Fabray, no longer at her mother.
“Well, it was nice seeing you. I must be on my way. Take care,” she said robotically as she held her hand for a shake.
A hand shake? What the hell was this a business deal? This couldn’t be happening. Her mother had just promised she wouldn’t leave her again.
“Wait, that’s it?” she choked out, “I can’t live with you anymore?”
Suddenly, Quinn regretted rejecting her mother’s offer. She hadn’t thought about what would happen once the baby was born. She knew she wouldn’t want to live with Puck anymore if she gave up her child; that would be much too painful. Now the offer sounded incredible. She wanted her mother back now that it seemed she was losing her so quickly. It felt like she was holding a handful of sand and her mother was slipping through the cracks of her hand. All she ever wanted was her mother to hold her, accept her, and tell her she loved her and that is was going to be okay, that they were going to be okay.
The woman stopped dead in her tracks at the sound of her daughter’s broken voice. She sounded like her five year old self again, scared after having a nightmare.
“I’m sorry. I cannot have someone in your condition living under my roof.”
“My condition?” she yelled, suddenly angry again at her mother’s ignorance.
“Yes. I must be going now.”
Quinn forced herself up, as painful as it was.
“No! You can’t just leave,” she begged, “Mommy, please, please I’m sorry please don’t leave. I need you, Mommy, I need you so much. You- you can’t leave me again.”
And then her mother did something remarkable; she turned her back on her crying daughter and walked out of the silent room. Quinn bowed her head as she felt her heart brake in half. The doctor placed a hand on her shoulder comfortingly.
“Please,” she whispered, “I’d really like to be alone.”
The man nodded and left the room quietly, leaving blonde to herself. Quinn didn’t know what to do; she felt numb, although that might have been the painkillers. She began breathing heavily, almost hyperventilating as she felt her chest contract in pain. It felt like a rock was living on her heart making it harder to breath, harder to live. Her mother had just abandoned her, again. All she wanted was her mother to accept her and love her. This was worse than her father kicking her out of her home. Pregnancy was not permanent and she had always imagined just running back into her mother and father’s arms as if nothing had happened. Being gay was permanent; it wasn’t something that would go away in nine months. She couldn’t believe she had been naïve enough to think that her mother wouldn’t care about her sexuality. Of course her mother would care. She was a die-hard Christian. Now she was gone. Her body shook as she sobbed into her hands.
Suddenly there was a knock from the door and Quinn’s head shot up at the sound. And there was Rachel standing in the doorway, her face stained with tears and her hands twisted into fists.
Rachel walked towards the bed slowly; Quinn avoided her eyes. Rachel sat down in the chair next to the bed and released a deep breath she’d been holding. Quinn looked over at the girl sitting beside her in the crappy hospital chair and found she was staring at her too. Brown and hazel collided, anger with love, confusion with desire. Then it was Rachel’s turn to do something remarkable. She lifted herself out of the chair, walked over to Quinn and brushed a stray blonde hair away from the porcelain face. A petite body came into the bed and melded with the blonde, their bodies fitting perfectly.
“It’s okay, Quinn. I’m here. Shh, honey, it’s alright. I’ve got you.”
Quinn was overwhelmed by the smell of her hair, the feel of her touch. Her heart felt like it had suddenly been jolted to life. They rested in the bed together, their legs touching underneath the blanket; the touch lit Quinn on fire. Quinn nuzzled herself into Rachel’s shoulder and cried. A throbbing pain occupied her chest and sobbing into the brunette seemed to be the way to lessen the anguish in her heart.
Rachel held on tightly to the blonde in her arms and rested her head upon Quinn’s. When Rachel heard what Quinn’s mother had said, her blood literally boiled and she felt the urge to do much worse than slap the woman. How could her mother reject Quinn so openly when a few seconds ago she was begging her daughter to come home and forgive her? It infuriated her, but she put her anger inside. Now all Rachel wanted was for Quinn to be safe and happy, despite what the girl had done to her in the past. Rachel slipped her arms around Quinn’s hips and held the girl securely in her grasp. The blonde was sobbing harder and harder. Quinn felt like her heart had a gaping hole in it where her family used to be; but lying there with Rachel as she stroked Quinn’s hair and whispered sweet nothings into her ear, it seemed like the hole was being filled with something else, something akin to love, compassion.
The sobbing lessened to sniffling and Rachel didn’t care that her shirt was soaked. She was holding Quinn in her arms; there was no where else she wanted to be. Quinn calmed down after a while, and for a few moments they just laid in each other’s arms, reveling in each other’s warmth and scent. Quinn gazed up at Rachel and her eyes connected with the deep brown ones gazing right back down at her.
“Hi,” Rachel whispered softly as she leaned her chin onto Quinn’s head.
Quinn smiled faintly, but there still was a lingering pain in the remarkable expression, her hazel eyes tainted with grief.
“Hey,” she breathed back, her breath overwhelming Rachel’s senses.
How could someone who had a baby and almost died have such sweet breath?
Quinn’s expression changed and became serious.
“Rachel, I need to tell you something,” she whispered nervously.
Rachel decided not to tell Quinn she had overheard the conversation between her and her mother. If Quinn was going to come out, she wanted it to be because Quinn wanted to, not because Rachel had heard it through the door to her room.
“Okay,” Rachel said calmly.
Quinn took a deep breath and closed her eyes, bracing herself for what she was about to do.
“I-I’m sorry for what I said in the auditorium. I was out of line and I really didn’t mean what I said. It’s just this is really scary for me, Rachel. Our relationship, it scares me because I want it and when I kissed you, I wanted it so badly. Then I remembered what my parents had told me all my life. Being gay is wrong. Liking a girl is wrong. But Rachel it just didn’t make sense! Kissing you didn’t feel wrong; it felt right. So I freaked out and did what I always do. I pushed you away when all I wanted to do was pull you in closer. You have been so kind to me even though I practically tortured you this year and I repay you by insulting your family and calling you a freak. I’m so sorry, Rachel. I understand if you don’t think you’ll be able to forgive me.”
Rachel’s eyes were unreadable. Normally the brunette wore her heart on her sleeve, her emotions plain as day; now she was indecipherable. Quinn’s heart rate sped up, causing the monitor to beep a bit louder; neither girl noticed. They were so lost in each other; the entire world melted away, heart monitor included, leaving the two girls alone in their own world.
“I forgive you, Quinn.”
Quinn let out a sigh of relief. Rachel wasn’t mad. It really was going to be okay. Then Quinn shifted her position so she could look Rachel straight in the eye. There was one more thing she had to tell the girl.
“There’s one more thing,” she began.
Rachel nodded and encouraged her to continue.
“I-,” she began.
Pull it together, Fabray.
“Rachel, I’m gay.”
Rachel smiled at the nervous girl in her arms. She had known all along and finally Quinn had realized it. Did this mean she liked her though?
“Me too,” Rachel whispered back, her smile growing exponentially.
Quinn smiled back and was more than relieved she had gotten that off her chest. Rachel leaned into Quinn, their faces barely touching but touching just enough that it sent an electrical charge to run through both girls. Quinn shivered at the touch, only wanting more. She could feel Rachel’s breath on her cheek and her heart was pounding out of her chest. Then their lips touched ever so slightly and Quinn cupped Rachel’s face in her hands. And then it was over and Quinn stared deeply into the chocolate eyes she had fallen for almost a year ago, looking for something she longed to see; then she caught it, that sparkle, that light that illuminated the brunette’s face. She was glowing. Rachel reached for Quinn’s hand and intertwined their fingers. Then Rachel remembered the boy sitting in the waiting room sporting a dated Mohawk.
“I think I should go get Puck. He’s been anxious to see you.”
Quinn pulled her back into the bed.
“Stay with me, Rach?”
Rachel smiled at the term of endearment. She slowly brought Quinn’s hand up to her lips and placed a chaste kiss onto the warm skin.
“Forever.”
They had dated all summer and Finn was a good guy, really. He treated Quinn with respect, didn’t push her about sex, took her out to eat, complimented her outfit; but she didn’t love him. She never did. In all honesty, she dated him for power, for status. She went along with it and kissed him softly on the cheek.
“Hey, Finn,” she replied into his ear, well aware that everyone in school was watching them, them being the new “it” couple. It felt good, really good.
Later that month, she had heard that her boyfriend had joined the glee club, or in other words, committed social suicide. And that was not the worst of it; she had seen him looking at the brunette in the ugly sweaters with a look he never gave her. It was a look of desire. Her blood boiled at the thought of losing her popularity to a girl who barely knew how to dress herself; but there was something else mixed in with the anger, something akin to jealousy. Quinn wasn’t jealous of the girl because she was practically stealing her boyfriend. That would be the anger part; she was jealous because the girl seemed to know exactly who she was and what she wanted. It was fascinating. All her life Quinn was told what to do, be an honors student, be popular, be a Cheerio, date a football player, don’t have sex until marriage, blah blah blah. The brunette was strolling down the hall, a pep in her step, clutching her books to her chest, humming softly. Then, out of no where, a Neanderthal passing as a football player hurled a grape slushy right into her face. That’s when Quinn really saw Rachel for the first time. It was that look that had Quinn hooked. It was a look first of pain, then of humiliation, then of more pain, then of contemplation, and then of confidence. Rachel wiped some of the ice and corn syrup out of her eyes, picked up her now purple books, and walked proudly to the restroom, head held high. That was the moment Quinn Fabray fell for Rachel Berry. She didn’t know her name, had never spoken a word to the girl, but that was when she knew.
And it scared the shit out of her. Being a girl and liking another girl was a sin, probably one of the worst sins besides murder and adultery and there was now way in hell anyone would find out about it. And what is the perfect cover for liking someone you shouldn’t? Publically hate them. So that was just what Quinn did. It was the perfect plan. She used Finn as the excuse for the hate being that Rachel and Finn were in “love” and kissing behind her back; but she never hated Rachel, not for a second. What she felt for Rachel then was a combination of jealousy, admiration, and desire.
Then things got worse with Finn. He rarely acknowledged her presence in the hallways other than the occasional wave or smile. Quinn shouldn’t have cared so much; she didn’t really love him, but she still wanted someone to tell her she was pretty, someone to love her and remind her of that daily. Finn just wasn’t cutting it. That was where Puck fit into the picture. One day, a particularly bad day, Puck stopped by her locker with a smirk on his face.
“Hey, babe,” he said confidently, his rough hand running down Quinn’s arm.
“Ew,” she remarked, pulling away from his touch.
The guy wouldn’t take the hint.
“You look hot, Quinn. Wanna come over tonight?”
Quinn looked down. She didn’t really want to spend a night alone with Puck. He was a pig, a woman loving, pig. But he said she looked hot. Finn never told her she looked hot. And it felt good; it made her heart swell for a moment, albeit a short lived one. So she said yes and consented to a night spent with Noah Puckerman, the soon to be father of her unborn child.
A few weeks after they had had sex, Quinn was late on her period. Quinn rushed to the pharmacy and bought a pregnancy test. When she got home to an empty house, her parents being at some formal dinner, she raced to her room and slammed the door shut. As she sat on the toilet, her hands shook violently and her eyes filled with tears, those tears soon spilling over the edge. Carefully Quinn laid the test on the counter and washed her hands meticulously, procrastinating looking at the results. After drying her hands with her pink towel, she picked up the test as her eyes dropped down to the piece of plastic that was to determine her future. A pink plus sign. It felt like the walls were crushing her as she saw her entire world collapse. She dropped the thing in disgust and ran to the toilet as a wave of nausea overtook her body. After she was finished she brushed her teeth and walked into her room and collapsed onto her bed. Then she fisted a pillow and shoved her face into it, letting out a deafening scream, a scream that no one but her and the pillow would hear.
After that night, Quinn prayed that she would never feel that way again, not that God would even listen to a pregnant teenager; but sitting in the hospital bed, staring at her bewildered mother, that familiar feeling of nausea fell over the blonde once more. Somehow, despite this feeling, she felt relieved. She had finally admitted it to her mother. Her shoulders relaxed momentarily and her mind suddenly cleared; all she could see was Rachel, her brown luscious locks, her golden skin and deep brown eyes. Then she met the gaze of her mother. The eyes staring back at her were terrified, horrified, mortified at the girl staring back at her.
“I said, I’m gay,” she said with a little more confidence.
This was it. There was no turning back now. The ball was in her mother’s court.
“I-,” her mother looked down, almost in shame, “are you sure?”
Quinn almost burst out into laughter at the question. Was she sure?
“Yes, Mother, I am sure.”
A tear slid down her mother’s face, a look of disappointment, complete and utter disappointment etched onto her pale face. It was the look her father had given her the night he discovered she was pregnant; but somehow this was worse. This was her mother, the woman who should never under any circumstances leave her or shut her out. She was her mother. Mothers never leave their children ever. That was just a fact, a law of nature.
“I don’t understand. I raised you right. I took you to church every Sunday. I provided you with everything you ever needed, food, clothing, toys, whatever you wanted. This is how you repay me? You tell me you’re gay? Is this some kind of joke?”
How could her mother think she was joking? Here she was revealing her biggest secret to her mother and all she could ask was if it was a joke? As if this was something to joke about.
“No. This is not a joke,” she whispered, a tear rolling down her cheek even though she had spent the better part of five minutes willing it not to fall.
Her mother turned her back to her daughter and let out a brief sob as her body trembled. Then something changed in the woman’s body language. Her shoulders tensed and she flattened out her skirt before turning around to face her daughter. The look on Mrs. Fabray’s face caused chills to run down Quinn’s back. It was expressionless, emotionless, robotic. Now Quinn was staring at Mrs. Judy Fabray, no longer at her mother.
“Well, it was nice seeing you. I must be on my way. Take care,” she said robotically as she held her hand for a shake.
A hand shake? What the hell was this a business deal? This couldn’t be happening. Her mother had just promised she wouldn’t leave her again.
“Wait, that’s it?” she choked out, “I can’t live with you anymore?”
Suddenly, Quinn regretted rejecting her mother’s offer. She hadn’t thought about what would happen once the baby was born. She knew she wouldn’t want to live with Puck anymore if she gave up her child; that would be much too painful. Now the offer sounded incredible. She wanted her mother back now that it seemed she was losing her so quickly. It felt like she was holding a handful of sand and her mother was slipping through the cracks of her hand. All she ever wanted was her mother to hold her, accept her, and tell her she loved her and that is was going to be okay, that they were going to be okay.
The woman stopped dead in her tracks at the sound of her daughter’s broken voice. She sounded like her five year old self again, scared after having a nightmare.
“I’m sorry. I cannot have someone in your condition living under my roof.”
“My condition?” she yelled, suddenly angry again at her mother’s ignorance.
“Yes. I must be going now.”
Quinn forced herself up, as painful as it was.
“No! You can’t just leave,” she begged, “Mommy, please, please I’m sorry please don’t leave. I need you, Mommy, I need you so much. You- you can’t leave me again.”
And then her mother did something remarkable; she turned her back on her crying daughter and walked out of the silent room. Quinn bowed her head as she felt her heart brake in half. The doctor placed a hand on her shoulder comfortingly.
“Please,” she whispered, “I’d really like to be alone.”
The man nodded and left the room quietly, leaving blonde to herself. Quinn didn’t know what to do; she felt numb, although that might have been the painkillers. She began breathing heavily, almost hyperventilating as she felt her chest contract in pain. It felt like a rock was living on her heart making it harder to breath, harder to live. Her mother had just abandoned her, again. All she wanted was her mother to accept her and love her. This was worse than her father kicking her out of her home. Pregnancy was not permanent and she had always imagined just running back into her mother and father’s arms as if nothing had happened. Being gay was permanent; it wasn’t something that would go away in nine months. She couldn’t believe she had been naïve enough to think that her mother wouldn’t care about her sexuality. Of course her mother would care. She was a die-hard Christian. Now she was gone. Her body shook as she sobbed into her hands.
Suddenly there was a knock from the door and Quinn’s head shot up at the sound. And there was Rachel standing in the doorway, her face stained with tears and her hands twisted into fists.
Rachel walked towards the bed slowly; Quinn avoided her eyes. Rachel sat down in the chair next to the bed and released a deep breath she’d been holding. Quinn looked over at the girl sitting beside her in the crappy hospital chair and found she was staring at her too. Brown and hazel collided, anger with love, confusion with desire. Then it was Rachel’s turn to do something remarkable. She lifted herself out of the chair, walked over to Quinn and brushed a stray blonde hair away from the porcelain face. A petite body came into the bed and melded with the blonde, their bodies fitting perfectly.
“It’s okay, Quinn. I’m here. Shh, honey, it’s alright. I’ve got you.”
Quinn was overwhelmed by the smell of her hair, the feel of her touch. Her heart felt like it had suddenly been jolted to life. They rested in the bed together, their legs touching underneath the blanket; the touch lit Quinn on fire. Quinn nuzzled herself into Rachel’s shoulder and cried. A throbbing pain occupied her chest and sobbing into the brunette seemed to be the way to lessen the anguish in her heart.
Rachel held on tightly to the blonde in her arms and rested her head upon Quinn’s. When Rachel heard what Quinn’s mother had said, her blood literally boiled and she felt the urge to do much worse than slap the woman. How could her mother reject Quinn so openly when a few seconds ago she was begging her daughter to come home and forgive her? It infuriated her, but she put her anger inside. Now all Rachel wanted was for Quinn to be safe and happy, despite what the girl had done to her in the past. Rachel slipped her arms around Quinn’s hips and held the girl securely in her grasp. The blonde was sobbing harder and harder. Quinn felt like her heart had a gaping hole in it where her family used to be; but lying there with Rachel as she stroked Quinn’s hair and whispered sweet nothings into her ear, it seemed like the hole was being filled with something else, something akin to love, compassion.
The sobbing lessened to sniffling and Rachel didn’t care that her shirt was soaked. She was holding Quinn in her arms; there was no where else she wanted to be. Quinn calmed down after a while, and for a few moments they just laid in each other’s arms, reveling in each other’s warmth and scent. Quinn gazed up at Rachel and her eyes connected with the deep brown ones gazing right back down at her.
“Hi,” Rachel whispered softly as she leaned her chin onto Quinn’s head.
Quinn smiled faintly, but there still was a lingering pain in the remarkable expression, her hazel eyes tainted with grief.
“Hey,” she breathed back, her breath overwhelming Rachel’s senses.
How could someone who had a baby and almost died have such sweet breath?
Quinn’s expression changed and became serious.
“Rachel, I need to tell you something,” she whispered nervously.
Rachel decided not to tell Quinn she had overheard the conversation between her and her mother. If Quinn was going to come out, she wanted it to be because Quinn wanted to, not because Rachel had heard it through the door to her room.
“Okay,” Rachel said calmly.
Quinn took a deep breath and closed her eyes, bracing herself for what she was about to do.
“I-I’m sorry for what I said in the auditorium. I was out of line and I really didn’t mean what I said. It’s just this is really scary for me, Rachel. Our relationship, it scares me because I want it and when I kissed you, I wanted it so badly. Then I remembered what my parents had told me all my life. Being gay is wrong. Liking a girl is wrong. But Rachel it just didn’t make sense! Kissing you didn’t feel wrong; it felt right. So I freaked out and did what I always do. I pushed you away when all I wanted to do was pull you in closer. You have been so kind to me even though I practically tortured you this year and I repay you by insulting your family and calling you a freak. I’m so sorry, Rachel. I understand if you don’t think you’ll be able to forgive me.”
Rachel’s eyes were unreadable. Normally the brunette wore her heart on her sleeve, her emotions plain as day; now she was indecipherable. Quinn’s heart rate sped up, causing the monitor to beep a bit louder; neither girl noticed. They were so lost in each other; the entire world melted away, heart monitor included, leaving the two girls alone in their own world.
“I forgive you, Quinn.”
Quinn let out a sigh of relief. Rachel wasn’t mad. It really was going to be okay. Then Quinn shifted her position so she could look Rachel straight in the eye. There was one more thing she had to tell the girl.
“There’s one more thing,” she began.
Rachel nodded and encouraged her to continue.
“I-,” she began.
Pull it together, Fabray.
“Rachel, I’m gay.”
Rachel smiled at the nervous girl in her arms. She had known all along and finally Quinn had realized it. Did this mean she liked her though?
“Me too,” Rachel whispered back, her smile growing exponentially.
Quinn smiled back and was more than relieved she had gotten that off her chest. Rachel leaned into Quinn, their faces barely touching but touching just enough that it sent an electrical charge to run through both girls. Quinn shivered at the touch, only wanting more. She could feel Rachel’s breath on her cheek and her heart was pounding out of her chest. Then their lips touched ever so slightly and Quinn cupped Rachel’s face in her hands. And then it was over and Quinn stared deeply into the chocolate eyes she had fallen for almost a year ago, looking for something she longed to see; then she caught it, that sparkle, that light that illuminated the brunette’s face. She was glowing. Rachel reached for Quinn’s hand and intertwined their fingers. Then Rachel remembered the boy sitting in the waiting room sporting a dated Mohawk.
“I think I should go get Puck. He’s been anxious to see you.”
Quinn pulled her back into the bed.
“Stay with me, Rach?”
Rachel smiled at the term of endearment. She slowly brought Quinn’s hand up to her lips and placed a chaste kiss onto the warm skin.
“Forever.”