A/N So I'm getting some pretty good feed back. This chapter will focus on Rachel's and Quinn's reconciliation. I hope that you like it. Keep the reviews coming.
Quinn was sitting on her bed, when she got the phone call.
"Rachel?" Quinn was breathless. She had been weakening and getting ready to call the brunette herself. It had been a week of silence, and it turns out that Quinn missed Rachel. She mainly didn't contact the brunette because she was swamped at work and considering a career change. She had money in her college fund from her dad, and could use it to go to school and live off of for awhile, if she lived on campus. She didn't want to be a 21 year old freshman, but she also knew there were more possibilities now. She was good at her job, but she wanted more.
"Quinn," Rachel breathed back, her voice cracking, "Quinn, I am so sorry about what I did. If you want to forgive Finn, you should. I just hate seeing you, or anyone I care about hurting,"
Quinn sighed into the phone, glad to her Rachel's voice, "I understand, I am sure I would've reacted the same way,"
"Still, it was inappropriate, this is happening to you, not me," Rachel said, sorrow in her voice.
"I forgive you," Quinn chuckled, Rachel was starting to ramble and over apologize.
"Are we still… dating and figuring it out?" Rachel asked.
"Oh Rach, just because we were fighting doesn't mean that changed, we're both just overly dramatic and… I'm sorry," Quinn let out a sad laugh, "Please don't doubt that. Just because I'm mad doesn't mean that I'm going to disappear,"
"You did once," Rachel replied, sadness twisting her voice, "Even Kurt only told me vague things, and I really missed you,"
"I was ashamed of my life," Quinn admitted frankly, "I had a lot of shame because I had married my high school sweet heart, became a realtor, and never really fulfilled my potential,"
"Quinn!" Rachel gasped, "none of us ever thought that of you! We just wanted to know that you were okay and hear from you sometimes. Anything but those creepy cards you and Finn would send every Hannukah, thanks for remembering that by the way, I guess,"
"Heh," Quinn chuckled dryly, "I had to remind Finn that you were Jewish,"
"I celebrate Christmas as well," Rachel informed Quinn, "Dated a lot of Christmas lovers and realized it's a fun holiday as well. My dad's and I just finished celebrating hannukah, I spent a few days with them,"
"Oh! That must've been..?" Quinn trailed off.
"They came up here this week," Rachel laughed, "I didn't randomly travel to Lima, I promise,"
"I wouldn't have cared if you did, I would've been surprised though," Quinn laughed as well.
"Besides, Christmas is in a couple weeks, and I was hoping to celebrate with you, are you going home to Lima, or staying in Vermont?"
"I don't think I'll be going home to Lima, my mom and sister are a little upset about the divorce. My family is a little old fashioned. I love my mom, but she wants me to be popping out babies by now. I might call my dad," Quinn mused.
"Oh, are you and your father talking? Last time I checked, in high school, there was no contact," Rachel asked.
"We just started talking again this year," Quinn said, almost shyly, "It's not perfect, but it turns out he saved a bunch of money in a college fund for me that never got touched and he wants me to use it to go back to school,"
"You want to go back to school?" Rachel asked interestedly.
"Uh, yeah," Quinn said carefully, "I think so, I want to go back for um, acting,"
"You want to be an actress? Quinn! I have connections! I'm currently doing Funny Girl, and starting to get a name, I could get you right to the top! You could be acting, and getting an education!"
"I don't know if I want to be a famous actress," Quinn said with a laugh, "I think I want to work in theatre. I think I want to be a drama teacher or a music teacher," Quinn had tutored a lot of kids in high school, and she had loved it. She had also taken part in some community theatre in the past few years and enjoyed it. She figured she was dramatic enough to major in theatre, and minor in teaching and music education.
"I think that is a great goal," Rachel enthused, her voice rising an octave, "Education is so important, and I could still use my connections too get you to the top,"
"I'm thinking of applying to some colleges in New York," Quinn admitted. It seemed to be the best idea. She loved the city, loved living in the climate, and didn't want to go back to Ohio. She would look into it for next fall, she was sure.
"Have you considered NYADA?" Rachel asked.
"I figured that was more for people who had an interest in performing," Quinn said.
"No, they have an education department as well. Train to be the best of the best, and maybe get into teaching acting classes to other hopefuls or at one of the best private schools," Rachel was starting to get excited, Quinn could tell.
"Rach, I'm still not sure what I'm going to do yet," she admitted, "I don't exactly hate my job, or the money that I make,"
"Fair enough," Rachel said, "Whatever you do is going to be amazing,"
"You always did believe in me," Quinn's voice softened and she felt nostalgic.
"I can't believe you liked me, and I never knew," Rachel whispered, "We could've been together so much sooner,"
"Hey now," Quinn admonished the small brunette, she softened her voice, "No regrets over the past, okay?"
Rachel let out a sigh, "I think that is a good idea," she agreed.
"I'm glad you called," Quinn said warmly, "When can I see you again?"
Rachel giggled into the phone, "Maybe you could take the train into New York?" she asked curiously.
"For the weekend?" Quinn asked, "Maybe go on a real date this time? Show me the city,"
"I would love to show you the city, the real New York, it will be absolutely lovely," Rachel was genuinely excited, Quinn could practically feel her vibrating through the phone,"
"I would love for The Rachel Berry, to show me her version of the city," Quinn agreed, also genuinely excited, "and of course if there is time for extra curricular activities?" she purred into the phone.
Rachel stuttered, "I-I mean, yes, there will be time for um, extra curricular activities,"
Quinn snickered, "Well Berry, I certainly hope so," a part of her craved to feel the brunette's lips on hers again.
"We will have all sorts of fun," Rachel trailed off and Quinn let out a laugh.
"Okay Rach, I know we will," she was genuinely excited to be able to spend time with her friend. Maybe more. That discussion would come in time.
"I should go, rehearsal is in a few minutes and I'm running late, I'm technically in my dressing room right now and, I should, I should go," Rachel rambled.
"Okay, okay Rach, it's okay, I understand," Quinn said with a smile.
"Okay, well, bye Quinn, I'm glad we're not fighting,"
"Bye Rach,"
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Rachel and Marley had just gotten back from Christmas shopping, when she got a call, the ringtone was just the word "satan," over and over again. She gulped, why was Santana calling her?
"Hi Santana, to what do I owe the pleasure of conversing with you this evening?" she said as she answered the phone, trying her best to remain chipper. Marley smirked at her as she moved past the shorter brunette and into the kitchen, hanging up her coat.
"So is it true, you and Quinn are doing the nasty?" Santana asked, bluntly.
"W-what?" Rachel blanched.
"Britts told me, because Q told her," Santana laughed, "I can't believe this, you really are a masochist, when she finds out about some of the shit you're into,"
"Santana!" Brittany's voice popped up in the background, and Rachel sighed silently with relief.
"Quinn and I have just begun to explore that side of our potential relationship," Rachel retorted, "and of course, hello Brittany,"
"Hello," Brittany said, politely. Rachel had always thought it was weird that they had both dated Santana, and were expected to remain friends. She felt she had interrupted the soulmates on their journey to each other. Even when Brittany had explained that it didn't matter. It had only lasted 3 months, friends date each other all the time. Queer women often date friends and exes, these are all things Brittany had said to Rachel. Rachel had appreciated it.
"Jesus, sorry," Santana snapped, "I just think it's hilarious that she fucking decided to date another one of her high school bullies. What Freudian shit is this, Berry?"
"Why are you always so mean?" Rachel was about ready to hang up. Santana was one of her closest friends, for sure. But, her attitude could be exhausting. Only Brittany really knew how to handle it.
"I just tell it how it is, chica," Santana teased, then her voice softened, "Is she treating you well?"
"She is," Rachel said, "She is very kind, and much more mature since high school,"
"I haven't even talked to her yet," Santana admitted, "I haven't thought of enough ways to tease her yet,"
"You're nervous," Rachel translated. That was why they had dated for three months, she could easily translate Santana's emotions, just like Brittany could. But, Santana had always been more like her foil, her competition. She loved the fierceness that Santana inspired in her. But, she didn't like that in a romantic relationship.
"I just don't know what to say," Santana said cautiously.
"Just tell it how it is, she's fulfilling a long time lesbian fantasy, with someone who has a thing for former bullies," Brittany deadpanned.
Rachel snorted, "Oh god," she said.
"Mijah, that is genius," Santana cooed, "See why I left your ass, Berry?"
Rachel shook her head, she had been the one to leave.
"Bye, Santana. Brittany, please have a good night. Thank you for calling,"
"Bye," Santana chimed in as Brittany said, "You have a wonderful night Rachel,"
The line went dead and Rachel cracked up. Marley was standing behind her the whole time, "Santana fucking Lopez is scary as hell,"
"She's not," Rachel insisted, "Trust me, I dated her, she's not,"
"Okay," Marley snorted, "Your other friends are weird,"
"I know," Rachel said, "But I love them,"
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Santana nervously paced their apartment. Brittany watched with a thoughtful frown.
"San, it's okay, just dial the number," she said.
"I don't know what to say," Santana admitted, coming to a still to look at the blonde.
"Just rib her,"
"Like, make fun of her?" Santana asked, a smile forming on her lips.
"Yes," Brittany said, as if it was simple.
Santana thought for a moment, she could make fun of Quinn.
"Perfect,"
The phone rang and Quinn's familiar voice filled her ear. Santana let out a gasp, and almost a tear. But instead she let out a harsh laugh.
"Can you tell me what Berry's pussy tastes like," she hissed into the phone.
"Sure, you want to compare notes?" Quinn's voice drawled back at her, Santana barked out another laugh.
"Sure chica, lemme tell she tastes so sweet and ripe," Santana murmured into the phone. Brittany was staring at her with an arched brow and a concerned frown.
"I could probably tell you too if I asked San," Brittany finally chimed in.
"Oh my god," Quinn let out a chuckle, "Hey B,"
"Hi Q," Brittany replied happily.
Santana shooed Brittany away with her hand, "I think we need to talk, Q,"
"I agree," Quinn sounded brave, and sure of herself. Santana was happy about that. But also, mildly worried about that.
"Why the fuck did you stay away for so long? All me and Britts got were your creepy holiday cards that you took with Finn. It's the only way we knew you were alive, that and Porcelain updating us every few weeks and months,"
"I was ashamed," Quinn said, honestly.
"Ashamed of what?" Santana asked curiously.
"My life. I didn't think I was reaching my full potential, and I didn't want you telling me I wasn't," Quinn said bluntly, Santana rolled her head back and raised her hand like a student, beckoning Brittany from the kitchen. Brittany came bouncing in, curiosity in her eyes.
"Q," Santana said.
"You would have too," Quinn continued, her voice growing stronger, "You always tell it how it is, and I couldn't take that,"
"Quinn Fabray, shut the fuck up, all I would've offered to do is help you," Santana scolded her stupid friend, "I never would've attacked you!"
"I'm sorry," Quinn's voice grew quiet, "I should've kept contact. What I just told you is the reason, not the excuse,"
"Well, I guess it's good to like, talk to you again," Santana sniffed.
"It is," Quinn's voice had softened with affection and Santana scoffed.
"Don't get soft on me Fabray," she demanded.
"Right, the only person who gets that side of you is B," Quinn said in a teasing tone.
"Well now that we're in touch, we need to actually keep in touch," Santana's tone was threatening, but Quinn still just chuckled.
"I know," she whispered.
"I'm glad you know Fabray, because I will kick your ass the next time you disappear," and Santana kind of meant it.
"I know," Quinn said again, this time warmth seeped through her voice. Quinn missed her, and she missed Quinn.
"Well, tell me about dating Berry, is she annoying as I found her," Santana teased, while Quinn just snickered.
"We just had our first kind of date," Quinn explained, "I mean, we have to go to a second date,"
"Go to a second date?" Santana let out a small laugh.
"Sorry, it just makes me nervous. I mean we had sex, so we're like jumping the gun already. I've never done this," Quinn admitted softly.
"I didn't know you had sex," Santana said, she let out a sigh, "I think she likes you, I talked to her,"
Quinn laughed softly, "I hope she likes me,"
"She does, who wouldn't? Your hot as fuck and moody, it's like the ultimate bad girl bait," Santana said honestly.
Quinn just sort of laughed, "I'm definitely not a bad girl,"
"No, but just go with it," Santana whispered conspirationally. Quinn burst out laughing, and Santana reveled in the fact that she had her best friend back.
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