Confessions (4/?)
Title: Confessions
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn, mentions of Brittany/Santana, and a few other minor pairings
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rachel likes Quinn and she's been practicing a few lines to get her attention.
Spoilers: All the episodes to be safe.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the characters
A/N: Thanks for reading and everything! Thanks to jacketweather for the polar bear line!
A/N2: I hope you guys enjoyed this!! Sorry it came so late. I was in the process of switching computers and I couldn't figure out where I kept the folder with all my fanfics on it! Hopefully I can continue to update regularly. (:
Part One | Part Two | Part Three
Quinn puts her books into her locker and pulls out her lab notebook. It’s Wednesday again, and that means that a certain diva will show up to her locker for her usual salutations before walking with her to class.
Quinn tries not to seem apprehensive as Rachel approaches. It’s become a daily occurrence--Rachel showing up and saying some pick up line, that is, not her getting butterflies in her stomach at the brunette’s appearance. The blonde shakes her head and takes her time inside her locker.
She’s pretending she doesn’t notice Rachel getting closer, but after fiddling with her books and staring at a rust mark in the back of her locker she becomes impatient. Where the hell is Berry and her morning greeting?
She grabs the book she needs for her class and shuts her locker before stalking off towards the brunette who’s concentrating on her cell phone. She stops before Rachel and taps her foot on the ground waiting to be noticed. It’s another two minutes before the other girl looks up from her seemingly new smartphone and to the girl in front of her.
“Quinn!” Rachel exclaims, putting a hand on her chest. “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there.”
“Yeah,” Quinn replies. “What’s taking you so long?”
A look of confusion is evident on the smaller girl’s face before she understands what the blonde was trying to say. She smirks before saying, “Why Quinn, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you were waiting for me to meet you at your locker.”
Quinn growls. “Well it’s a good thing you didn’t know any better.” The blonde sighs, releasing a breath and the irritation at being found out by the other girl. “I thought we were gonna walk to class together…” she trails off lamely.
“Oh I’m sorry about that! It’s just… there’s something wrong with my phone.” she holds of the electronic device and shrugs. “But I do apologize for my rudeness. We can go to class now.” She begins walking in the direction of the class before stopping and turning around. “Good morning, by the way.”
Quinn smiles softly. She hates to sound pathetic, but now that Rachel finally said her morning greeting, she feels like she can get started with her day. But it must be her feeling pathetic because she wants to help Rachel Berry with her phone problem.
“Rach-- Er, Berry! Wait.” Quinn power walks to the brunette, because no matter how pathetic she’s feeling, Quinn Fabray does not run after anyone.
“Yes, Quinn?”
“What’s the matter with your phone?”
Rachel smiles.
“Not that I care, but maybe I could help…?”
“Well,” the brunette starts; looking sadly at her phone. “It doesn’t have your number in it.” She lets out a sad sigh and holds up the phone for the cheerleader to take.
Quinn isn’t sure what’s happening, but that was one of the best lines Rachel had used that week! She didn’t think anything could beat the polar bear line she used yesterday.
-Flashback to Yesterday-
Rachel finds Quinn sitting in the library during her free period tapped her shoulder so she wouldn‘t scare her.
“Quinn?”
“Berry,” the blonde replies, not turning away from the book she was reading.
“How much does a polar bear weigh?”
Quinn spun around. “What?”
“How much does--”
“No, I know what you said, but I’m just wondering why you’d ask that.”
“It’s of vital importance, Quinn. So do you happen to know?”
“No, sorry…”
“Enough to break the ice.” Rachel grins; setting her books down in front of the other girl. “I hope you don’t mind if I sit here.”
-End Flashback-
She shook her head and grinned at the memory.
It probably had to due with the hopeful smile on the brunette’s face and the presentation she had put up, but Quinn couldn’t help herself: she started giggling.
This moment was definitely making her day.
Once she stopped laughing she rose an eyebrow at the little diva. “That’s all?” Then she grabbed Rachel’s phone and programmed her number into it. “Problem solved.”
She started to walk away, but stopped when she was about to open the door to their chem lab. “I have unlimited texts… just so you know.” She flashed Rachel a quick smile and walked into the room.
Rachel grinned.
This moment had definitely made her day… but the brunette couldn’t help but feel like something was missing.
“Oof!”
Rachel turned towards the noise. Quinn was on the ground looking into the classroom.
Ah, that’s what was missing. It wouldn’t be a morning without--
“Santana.” Quinn glared at her friend who was doubling over in laughter.
“Haha! Hey, Q? There’s something wrong with my bed!” Santana paused to let out another laugh, ignoring the heated glare from the blonde. “It doesn’t have you in it!”
“Shut up, S.”
Santana continued to laugh. “Aw,” she said with a mock pout. “Not gonna solve my problems too? What about unlimited sexts?”
Quinn’s entire face was red and she began to sputter random noises. “Sh--wha--I--um…” She pushed herself off the ground and past the laughing Latina. “Grow up, San. Seriously, how the hell do you do that every morning?”
It was a rhetorical question, but Santana answered it nonetheless. “I lived in Japan for three years.”
Apparently that was the answer for everything because Quinn nodded and took her seat.
Rachel shook her head at the other two girl’s antics before entering the classroom herself. She gave Santana a high-five… or she tried--Santana’s hand was too high and it ended up being a low-five, but it was close--and nodded at their bewildered teacher before taking her seat next to the flustered blonde.
--
Quinn avoided Rachel and Santana’s gaze for the rest of the class.
Her phone vibrated a few minutes before the class ended and she checked the text she just got.
From: Unknown 8:46am
Message:
I’d like to personally thank you for fixing my phone - I was having trouble working it without this vital piece of information. Also, you look lovely today. (:
-R
She was about to reply when her phone vibrated again. She opened up her new text and started laughing hard.
From: Unknown 8:47am
Message:
Sorry to send another message so quickly, but as you said earlier, you have the ability to receive unlimited text messages. But I digress, can you please explain to me what Santana meant when she said that she lived in Japan for three years?
-R
Quinn looked at Rachel and the brunette was blushing. She quickly stifled her laughter and ignored the looks she was getting from all the people in her class as she typed out a reply.
To: Polly Pocket
Message:
NP. Hm, are you saying I only look lovely TODAY? *raises eyebrow* Btw, S likes to think she’s a ninja or something. So whenever she can do something AMAZING (in her mind) she says it’s ‘cuz she’s “a Latina” or that she “lived in Japan.”
-Q
The bell rang as she received another text.
From: Polly Pocket 8:56am
Message:
Oh, that explains a lot! Thank you for telling me.
I’m sorry that I made you think you only look lovely on certain days, because that is entirely untrue! You always look stunning, but I thought it was custom to tell someone how beautiful they look despite the fact that they look gorgeous at all times of the day, every day of the year--I think the term is 24/7. I apologize, because you do ALWAYS look lovely. ;)
-R
Quinn couldn’t figure out what to say. She didn’t bother sending back a text, she just looked at Rachel shyly and said thank you before speeding out of the door.
She couldn’t make it without further embarrassment and bumped into a desk which caused her to trip into the trash can and knock it over. Her face was hot with embarrassment and her ears were burning as she quickly picked the trash bin up and tried not to look back at the brunette.
Rachel sat at her desk with her hands folded across the top.
She’d get Quinn Fabray to say yes sooner or later.
As Quinn stumbled out of the classroom, she had one thought on her mind.
I need to stop flirting with Berry. It'll be the death of me.
--
Part Five
Keep the lines coming and I'll try and put them in!
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn, mentions of Brittany/Santana, and a few other minor pairings
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rachel likes Quinn and she's been practicing a few lines to get her attention.
Spoilers: All the episodes to be safe.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the characters
A/N: Thanks for reading and everything! Thanks to jacketweather for the polar bear line!
A/N2: I hope you guys enjoyed this!! Sorry it came so late. I was in the process of switching computers and I couldn't figure out where I kept the folder with all my fanfics on it! Hopefully I can continue to update regularly. (:
Part One | Part Two | Part Three
Quinn puts her books into her locker and pulls out her lab notebook. It’s Wednesday again, and that means that a certain diva will show up to her locker for her usual salutations before walking with her to class.
Quinn tries not to seem apprehensive as Rachel approaches. It’s become a daily occurrence--Rachel showing up and saying some pick up line, that is, not her getting butterflies in her stomach at the brunette’s appearance. The blonde shakes her head and takes her time inside her locker.
She’s pretending she doesn’t notice Rachel getting closer, but after fiddling with her books and staring at a rust mark in the back of her locker she becomes impatient. Where the hell is Berry and her morning greeting?
She grabs the book she needs for her class and shuts her locker before stalking off towards the brunette who’s concentrating on her cell phone. She stops before Rachel and taps her foot on the ground waiting to be noticed. It’s another two minutes before the other girl looks up from her seemingly new smartphone and to the girl in front of her.
“Quinn!” Rachel exclaims, putting a hand on her chest. “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there.”
“Yeah,” Quinn replies. “What’s taking you so long?”
A look of confusion is evident on the smaller girl’s face before she understands what the blonde was trying to say. She smirks before saying, “Why Quinn, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you were waiting for me to meet you at your locker.”
Quinn growls. “Well it’s a good thing you didn’t know any better.” The blonde sighs, releasing a breath and the irritation at being found out by the other girl. “I thought we were gonna walk to class together…” she trails off lamely.
“Oh I’m sorry about that! It’s just… there’s something wrong with my phone.” she holds of the electronic device and shrugs. “But I do apologize for my rudeness. We can go to class now.” She begins walking in the direction of the class before stopping and turning around. “Good morning, by the way.”
Quinn smiles softly. She hates to sound pathetic, but now that Rachel finally said her morning greeting, she feels like she can get started with her day. But it must be her feeling pathetic because she wants to help Rachel Berry with her phone problem.
“Rach-- Er, Berry! Wait.” Quinn power walks to the brunette, because no matter how pathetic she’s feeling, Quinn Fabray does not run after anyone.
“Yes, Quinn?”
“What’s the matter with your phone?”
Rachel smiles.
“Not that I care, but maybe I could help…?”
“Well,” the brunette starts; looking sadly at her phone. “It doesn’t have your number in it.” She lets out a sad sigh and holds up the phone for the cheerleader to take.
Quinn isn’t sure what’s happening, but that was one of the best lines Rachel had used that week! She didn’t think anything could beat the polar bear line she used yesterday.
-Flashback to Yesterday-
Rachel finds Quinn sitting in the library during her free period tapped her shoulder so she wouldn‘t scare her.
“Quinn?”
“Berry,” the blonde replies, not turning away from the book she was reading.
“How much does a polar bear weigh?”
Quinn spun around. “What?”
“How much does--”
“No, I know what you said, but I’m just wondering why you’d ask that.”
“It’s of vital importance, Quinn. So do you happen to know?”
“No, sorry…”
“Enough to break the ice.” Rachel grins; setting her books down in front of the other girl. “I hope you don’t mind if I sit here.”
-End Flashback-
She shook her head and grinned at the memory.
It probably had to due with the hopeful smile on the brunette’s face and the presentation she had put up, but Quinn couldn’t help herself: she started giggling.
This moment was definitely making her day.
Once she stopped laughing she rose an eyebrow at the little diva. “That’s all?” Then she grabbed Rachel’s phone and programmed her number into it. “Problem solved.”
She started to walk away, but stopped when she was about to open the door to their chem lab. “I have unlimited texts… just so you know.” She flashed Rachel a quick smile and walked into the room.
Rachel grinned.
This moment had definitely made her day… but the brunette couldn’t help but feel like something was missing.
“Oof!”
Rachel turned towards the noise. Quinn was on the ground looking into the classroom.
Ah, that’s what was missing. It wouldn’t be a morning without--
“Santana.” Quinn glared at her friend who was doubling over in laughter.
“Haha! Hey, Q? There’s something wrong with my bed!” Santana paused to let out another laugh, ignoring the heated glare from the blonde. “It doesn’t have you in it!”
“Shut up, S.”
Santana continued to laugh. “Aw,” she said with a mock pout. “Not gonna solve my problems too? What about unlimited sexts?”
Quinn’s entire face was red and she began to sputter random noises. “Sh--wha--I--um…” She pushed herself off the ground and past the laughing Latina. “Grow up, San. Seriously, how the hell do you do that every morning?”
It was a rhetorical question, but Santana answered it nonetheless. “I lived in Japan for three years.”
Apparently that was the answer for everything because Quinn nodded and took her seat.
Rachel shook her head at the other two girl’s antics before entering the classroom herself. She gave Santana a high-five… or she tried--Santana’s hand was too high and it ended up being a low-five, but it was close--and nodded at their bewildered teacher before taking her seat next to the flustered blonde.
--
Quinn avoided Rachel and Santana’s gaze for the rest of the class.
Her phone vibrated a few minutes before the class ended and she checked the text she just got.
From: Unknown 8:46am
Message:
I’d like to personally thank you for fixing my phone - I was having trouble working it without this vital piece of information. Also, you look lovely today. (:
-R
She was about to reply when her phone vibrated again. She opened up her new text and started laughing hard.
From: Unknown 8:47am
Message:
Sorry to send another message so quickly, but as you said earlier, you have the ability to receive unlimited text messages. But I digress, can you please explain to me what Santana meant when she said that she lived in Japan for three years?
-R
Quinn looked at Rachel and the brunette was blushing. She quickly stifled her laughter and ignored the looks she was getting from all the people in her class as she typed out a reply.
To: Polly Pocket
Message:
NP. Hm, are you saying I only look lovely TODAY? *raises eyebrow* Btw, S likes to think she’s a ninja or something. So whenever she can do something AMAZING (in her mind) she says it’s ‘cuz she’s “a Latina” or that she “lived in Japan.”
-Q
The bell rang as she received another text.
From: Polly Pocket 8:56am
Message:
Oh, that explains a lot! Thank you for telling me.
I’m sorry that I made you think you only look lovely on certain days, because that is entirely untrue! You always look stunning, but I thought it was custom to tell someone how beautiful they look despite the fact that they look gorgeous at all times of the day, every day of the year--I think the term is 24/7. I apologize, because you do ALWAYS look lovely. ;)
-R
Quinn couldn’t figure out what to say. She didn’t bother sending back a text, she just looked at Rachel shyly and said thank you before speeding out of the door.
She couldn’t make it without further embarrassment and bumped into a desk which caused her to trip into the trash can and knock it over. Her face was hot with embarrassment and her ears were burning as she quickly picked the trash bin up and tried not to look back at the brunette.
Rachel sat at her desk with her hands folded across the top.
She’d get Quinn Fabray to say yes sooner or later.
As Quinn stumbled out of the classroom, she had one thought on her mind.
I need to stop flirting with Berry. It'll be the death of me.
--
Part Five
Keep the lines coming and I'll try and put them in!