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Posted: 27/4/12

Little Black... Converse?

(Part Two)

The following Monday and the courtyard was all talking about the prom. Quinn had gone back to her usual scruffy self, only this time with the blonde hair. She also went back to sitting on the opposite side of the courtyard from Rachel Berry with her Cheerios

Quinn couldn't believe that only that previous Friday she had been talking, holding and, most amazingly, kissing the cheer leader. Quinn couldn't help but as she watched Rachel, and traced her fingers over her own lips, remembering Rachel's lips against her own.

The longer she silently watched the other girl the more she thought; Rachel was just sitting there, talking with her friends... just like the Friday before... as if nothing had happened... because nothing did happen, nothing she could speak of, nothing she could share again, it would become and remain just a memory.

Of course she had no idea what Rachel and her friend were actually talking about...

"So we saw you dancing with that guy at the prom..." Mercedes started, they'd all talked about their prom experience, now they wanted to know all about Rachel's time with that nameless boy

"Yeah" Rachel couldn't help the bright smile that quickly graced her lips

"So..." Santana pushed for her to exaggerate

"I don't even know his name" she laughed nervously in anticipation of her friends judgement "He was just such a gentleman... he didn't want to talk about himself, he wanted to hear about me... he asked me to tell him three things I like... I told him things I've never admitted to anyone"

"Maybe he didn't want to talk about himself because he's gay or something" Santana suggested

"Why would he be gay, he kissed me..." she trailed off, her tongue ran across just inside of her lips as if trying to feel the kiss again "It was the most intense and romantic kiss I've ever experienced..." she drifted off dreamily

"I don't know he seemed a bit scrawny... a bit feminine like that- what's his name?" Santana asked the group

"Ah- Kurt?" Mercedes asked after humming in thought

"Oh yeah Kurt" Tina chimed in "The guy you were dancing with was a bit feminine like him"

"It wasn't him" Rachel said sternly

"No, but kinda girly like him" Santana said

"I didn't kiss Kurt" Rachel stressed again

"No, not Kurt but the blonde guy and it was more like you made out with him"

"It was just a kiss" Rachel defended

"That was one hell of a long kiss, you were practically making out with him" Santana countered

Rachel just sighed heavily, why were they trying to ruin her mystery prom night romance? He didn't stay so it didn't become a sleazy one night hook up. She wondered though what would have happened had he stayed. Would the night have continued in the same smooth romantic way it had turned when the boy with the flask asked her to dance... she liked to think so

...

After further discussion about the previous Friday night's prom, Rachel was mindlessly walking up the stairs to her locker. She just reached the top of the stairs when she was stopped by a very familiar looking shoe being held out in front of her face.

"Where d'you get that?" She said immediately to the person holding the scruffy converse. She had to put on a more defensive front when she saw that it was Finn dangling the sneaker in front of her face

"What?" he shrugged as if it were nothing

The cheerio reached out for the shoe but Finn yanked it higher out of her reach "Give it Finn!" she snapped

"What, it's mine" he smirked, backing away and then running down the stairs

"Just give me the shoe Finn" the short brunette yelled, running after him, backing him against the wall trying to take the shoe that he kept holding higher "Just give me the shoe" she yelled frustrated

While Finn was distracted a tanned hand snatched the shoe out of his hand "You're such an ass" Santana said to the jock

"Can I have the shoe please Santana" Rachel asked calmly as she held her hand out

"Sure" she furrowed her brow and passed the shoe "Not sure why it's so important"

"It belongs to that pansy boy she danced with a prom" Finn spat revealing his true colours; jealousy

"Green doesn't look good on you Finnocence" Santana sneered leading her captain away from the confused jock

.

Rachel and her closest cheerio friends found gathered in an empty classroom, sat on chairs and other tables surrounding the table where the shoe sat centre

"So this belongs to the boy you met last Friday night"

"Yeah... well my shoes were hurting my feet and I wanted to take them off, he said he's take his off too if I didn't want to feel weird taking my shoes off... I guess Finn took it when we weren't looking" the head cheerio explained

"So he just ran without one of his shoes?" Mercedes asked

"Yeah, he seemed really panicked... it was only 12, but his phone rang and he went"

"Oh my god" Santana started laughing

"What?" the others all asked almost in unison

"It's like Cinderella, only the guy had to run before the spell wore off, your prince charming is a pauper" she chuckled before realising the way they were all looking at her "What?"

"Nothing" Rachel said coyly "Just didn't peg you as a fairy tale fan"

"Everyone knows the story of Cinderella" the Latina muttered dryly with an eye roll

"You just spoke a bit too passionately then" Rachel muttered "Any way" she decided to change subject before Santana got all bitchy "what do we think?" she pointed to the shoe, wanting her friend's opinions

"His feet don't stink" Brittany decided to go first with that point "the shoe doesn't smell bad so that means his feet don't stink. He's a great pick already Rach"

"...Thanks Britt" Rachel said slowly "What else?" she already had her image of him, she wanted their thoughts, they only briefly saw him that night.

"His feet are really small" Again Brittany with a point, after staring at the shoe

"So... he must be a really tiny guy" Tina added

"He's taller than me" Rachel defended

"It's not hard to be taller than you though is it?" Santana asked with a smirk making the other Cheerios laugh along. Rachel smiled too, knowing it was just friendly teasing.

"So from the shoe we can tell he's kinda small, petite" Mercedes tried to pick the right words

"Maybe scruffy?" Tina asked

"The shoes just old it doesn't mean he's scruffy" Rachel excused

"The guy turned up in converse" Santana pointed out

"Maybe his name is in the shoe" The four turned to the tall blonde and gave her curious looks "What?" she shrugged "My mom puts my name in my shoes"

Rachel looked at Tina, Mercedes and Santana before turning back to the shoe, she shrugged and sighed to herself before reaching for the shoe and looking inside; as she was inspecting the inside of the tongue and found the letter 'L' written in a silver ink.

"There's an L, inside here" she stretched the shoe open showing them

"So what guys do we know who's name begins with an L..." Mercedes trailed off as they all started to think silently

Rachel broke the silence "Is it me or aren't there any guys in our year with a name beginning with an L"

"Well like you said he was kinda small for a guy, what if he's a freshman?" Tina suggested

"Then that's just so wrong, you made out with a freshman" Santana grimaced

"No" Rachel said sternly "He was too mature to be a freshman"

"Maybe he was labelling which foot it goes on, my mom or San sometimes does that for me too"

The Latina's eyes went wide at the mention of her name; the other three girls all gave her an odd look before returning their attention back to Rachel and the converse still in her hands

Rachel shook her head "Good idea Britt" she said softly "but it's the right shoe, not the left one" They were silent for a second, trying to come up with another theory when Rachel exhaled slowly and steadily "It doesn't matter, he never even told me what school he goes to, he might not even go here" she took the shoe and slipped it into her bag before heading to her next lesson

...

Two days later and Rachel had made no progress on who was the owner of the converse all star that was currently sitting in her locker.

It was becoming a worrying obsession for her. She took the shoe to school, left it in her locker most of the day when she couldn't fit it into her bag and it also went home with her every day, so she could let it distract her some more at home.

She was at her locker when a hand reached through and snatched the shoe off the shelf just in front of her.

"You've still got this thing"

This time Rachel snatched it back before Finn could hold it up high out of her reach

"Back off Finn"

"Why don't you get it, your prince doesn't care about you, he doesn't want to see you again" he lent in close to her, trapping her against her open locker door "So give up on him the way he's given up on you and take my offer, we'd be the ultimate power couple again" he reached forward and brushed a stray lock of her hair, that had escaped being tied up, to the side.

She slapped his hand away "Don't touch me. Why don't you give up, I will never go out with you again, you jerk" she shoved him back but her hand didn't give the desired force against the great lump. "We went on one date, we were never a couple. You tried to kiss me and I nearly drowned, when you slobbered all over me. That was only one of many things wrong with that night. So get over yourself and leave me alone"

"You barely gave me a chance, you don't know what you're missing?" he sounded so confident

"After you asked me out and thought we were a couple I made out with Noah, several times. If that one sloppy kiss and your lousy and often offensive attitude were anything to go by I can't be missing out on much" She spat

"Whatever" he tried to brush the rejection off "You'll come crawling, when you realise how phoney he was" he turned to storm off (very un-jock like) when another voice made him stop

"Rachel what are you doing with that shoe?" Kurt actually surprised himself; he never spoke to those people but seeing Quinn's shoe in Rachel's hand had him worried

"Wait, you know who this belongs to?" she asked hopeful as she held up the converse by its laces

More people started filing into the corridor including Santana and Brittany who had showed up a little too late to defend their captain

"Yeah, it belongs to Quinn" He didn't seem to understand what this shoe had to do with anything... was Rachel trying to return it

Rachel furrowed her brow "What? No it belongs to the guy I met Friday night"

Kurt didn't think he didn't seem to hear her words he just wanted to get his friends favourite foot wear back "No that's Quinn's shoe. She wears those converse all the time" except today.

"No! It belongs to guy I met last Friday night at the prom" She yelled aggravated, wasn't this boy listening

And that's when it hit Kurt, what he'd just done. He froze for a second contemplating his option... he had to find Quinn so he ran from the scene

"Haha, your prince is a princess. Dyke!"

Rachel heard Finn's words and the other people around her laughing as they realised the mysterious boy wasn't a boy at all. She heard all the jeers the giggling, everything but that's not what her mind was focused on, her eyes followed that boy who'd just talked to her, the ones her friends had spoken of, Kurt. He was running, he must be running to the girl that apparently was the owner of the shoe in her hands.

Could it be true, could a girl, disguised as a boy stir these sorts of emotions within her? Was it even true that it was this girl, Quinn, anyway? She thought Quinn had pink hair; did she re-dye it just for that night? And if it was Quinn's shoe, why did it have the letter 'L' in it?

She needed to know, so she pushed past the jeering people, she ran after Kurt, so she could find Quinn.

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Kurt rounded the corner and almost slammed into the exact person he was looking for

He first regained his balance by holding onto her arms "Oh good I found you" he panted

"Are you okay?" She asked with genuine concern

"I'm sorry" he breathed "I'm so, so sorry"

"What are you sorry about?" The blonde just furrowed her brow

"Quinn?" Kurt cringed and tensed as soon as he heard that voice behind him, Quinn however looked to the voice with surprise

"She knows my name?" Quinn muttered, not sure what was going on but very surprised that Rachel had called her by her name

"I'm sorry" Kurt muttered again

Quinn's expression dropped when she saw her converse in Rachel's hand

Her wide eyed expression turned back to the boy right in front of her rather than the girl over the boys shoulder "What did you do?" she whispered harshly with some panic

"Sorry" he cringed

Rachel started storming toward her, the converse hanging by the laces, Quinn thought of it like a noose round her neck. She panicked, let go of Kurt and ran. People seemed to be doing a lot of that today.

She dodged many students, weaving down the hall way, Rachel running behind her more effortlessly as the students parted like the red sea for the head cheerleader.

As Quinn turned a corner escaping the other girl's line of sight, she then darted into an empty class room. Unfortunately Rachel saw her and now she was trapped.

The blonde just stood frozen in the middle of the class room, she closed her eyes tightly as she heard someone walk in behind her and close the class room door.

She had to face this, she knew she had to. So she slowly turned and as expected Rachel Berry stood by the door still holding her shoe

Before Quinn could ramble out every apology she could Rachel spoke first "Give me your foot?" she said softly

"What?"

"Give me your right foot?" Rachel repeated as she started a slow predator like stalk towards her

Quinn swallowed thickly feeling like her throat was exposed. Like Rachel would pounce... and not in the way she'd of liked. She took a step back as Rachel got closer; she stumbled and ended up sitting on the table behind her.

She froze as Rachel just grabbed her right ankle and slipped the regular sneaker she was wearing off; she then took the converse and slipped it onto Quinn's shoeless foot.

No words were needed, it was a perfect fit, and Rachel could see that... this girl sitting in front of her, looking ashamed, was the boy she'd quickly grown feelings for... this girl.

"So?" she folded her arms as she asked, expectantly

Quinn, hopped down off of the desk and took a few steps away from Rachel, needing the space or she'd suffocate.

She looked down at her feet, the converse reminding her of the most wonderful time of her life, the other reminding her of the time after, when the other shoe, her preferred foot wear, had been missing "It was my friend, Kurt, he talked me into it"

Rachel scoffed "So you both had a good laugh?"

Quinn looked straight up to the girl she had deep feelings for, tears in her eyes "No... I'm sorry; I did it-..." she sniffed "only because I like you" she said weakly

"Then why did you do it?" Rachel was about to cry too. A boy she'd fallen for turned out to be some girl, just a big fake, a phoney just like Finn had said.

Quinn sniffed and cleared her throat, feeling it close up from her nervousness and soft crying "I just wanted to meet you, get to know you, the real you, not the school courtyard, head cheerio you. In those few moments with you I got to know a whole different side to you and realised that I lo- really like you, like, I really like all of you and it's not just some stupid, juvenile school girl crush"

"So why did you humiliate me?" She spat, arms still folded, feet still firmly on the ground

"You weren't supposed to ever find out that it was me"

"So you just wanted to hurt me, show up out of nowhere and make me..."

"What did I make you, Rachel?" She asked hopeful, her ears straining and ready to hear the brunette's next words

That was the first time Quinn had said her name, was it wrong that it made her heart twinge with excitement as it picked up pace, that it made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up in surprise of how much she liked her own name rolling off the other girls tongue

Rachel just thought about that, the way her name sounded and her mind switched to a different subject "You know it's funny... I look at you now and I wonder; how couldn't I tell that night that you were a g-... I mean you're so beau-... I guess the lighting was hardly flattering that night" she concluded to herself

"Rachel, I'm so sorry" The blonde said with tears in her eyes and sincerity in her words

"Yeah... S-So am I" Rachel muttered before bowing her head, unable to look at Quinn's sad expression, and wandering away, leaving the blonde in the empty class room.

...

Roughly a week later and Rachel was miserable. Quinn wasn't much better

It hadn't taken long for the news to spread like wild fire. Rachel was labelled a victim and Quinn just some dyke.

Rachel knew she always wanted things too much. She wanted the guy she met at the prom to be her one. Was that so crazy? So she was still in high school, not even her final year yet, but she wanted to find her true love... like some Cinderella fairytale.

She was Head Cheerio, she had power and looks, she could have anyone she wanted, expect the perfect one, because she just wanted someone to love her, for her and not her status. She had told 'him' things she'd never admitted to anyone at school before. She also had a dream of the Broadway stage; she was even working on them with school programs outside of school.

She wasn't sure if it was right... it felt right even if she was told it was wrong but she'd spent the entire weekend thinking of that girl, Quinn. She may have even dreamed of the girl, she wasn't sure if she remembered... or she wasn't sure she wanted to talk about it

Rachel had seen her around school many times before. She usually had bright pink hair that always caught her attention. So that was another reason it puzzled her why she didn't recognise the girl. She was... as she'd almost said out loud: Beautiful. Quinn could have been the definition of that word.

The teacher wasn't present in the class room yet so the usual chatter filled the room, while Rachel was lost in her thoughts. She thought the teacher must have arrived because the class room was momentarily quiet. She glanced up towards the door and instead of seeing Mr Schuster the Spanish teacher, she saw Quinn.

What was it that made their eyes lock onto each other, Quinn's intense hazel eyes... those were something she did recognise. Maybe that's why she didn't see she was dancing, kissing a girl; she was too distracted by those eyes.

"Dyke"

Rachel was jolted from her calming thoughts and the two girls lost eye contact as Quinn looked back to her feet, as that word was shouted from behind Rachel.

Of course it was Finn to start this again "Dyke, Dyke, Dyke, Dyke" he started chanting and the few of his jock friends in the room joined in, chanting that one word loudly.

Quinn just took her seat to the side down the front; she kept her eyes on the desk in front of her and pretended nothing was happening.

Rachel felt something stir within her as she watched Quinn curl up, to try to disappear in her seat.

Finn got up out of his seat and waved a hand getting his friends to stop chanting. He walked towards Quinn his tall form towering threateningly above her

"I'm confused Quinn, do you want to be a boy, or do you want to be a girl boy. Half girl, quarter jock maybe" he asked her, shoving her shoulder, while she just stayed in her seat, pretending to block it all out.

The harsh screeching of another chair being pushed back got everyone's attention before the cheerleaders words "Leave her alone Finn!"

All eyes were on her; even those hazel ones "Are you saying you're on her side now?" he sneered in disgust.

"What if I am?" She wasn't scared of him; especially not with Santana present in the room. Santana and Brittany watched carefully from their seats the row next to Rachel.

"Are you saying you liked it?" he asked, still next to Quinn

Rachel nodded subtly a she slowly approached Quinn "The thing is Finn, she's got more balls than any of you" She took Quinn's hand pulling her up out of her seat. Without warning she slipped her hand round the back of Quinn's neck and pulled her down, she pushed her lips against the blondes, causing Quinn to gasp into the kiss. This kiss was so much more than the prom night one, this time Rachel was really kissing Quinn not some boy she'd just met, but the real person. It was perfect in Quinn's mind. It felt just so right in Rachel's. She pulled away first to catch her breath and to say to Finn "and she's a much better kisser" although that wasn't hard when comparing to Finn

She offered her hand to Quinn, her eyes never leaving the blondes. Quinn smiled before slipping her hand into Rachel's. Without much thought the brunette just whisked the blonde out of the class room, straight past the Spanish teacher who said something to them but they weren't listening. They were just running, hand in hand, smiling, and occasionally glancing at one another.

Meanwhile back in the class room; Brittany turned to Santana and said "If Rachel likes sweet lady kisses maybe its okay of we do too"

Santana felt her eyes widen again, but as Brittany had said it so quietly she hoped no one had heard, no one seemed to be looking at them after that display and Mr Schuster trying to calm the class, so she just muttered back

"I know Britt, but let's keep it a secret yeah?"

"Oh, okay" she said sadly

"We need to keep it secret" she stressed "But I do care about you okay?"

"You do?" she looked up her eyes shining hopefully

"You know I do" Santana sounded a little hurt

"Yeah but you never say anything"

"I know B, I know. We'll talk when we get home yeah?" The Latina asked the blonde hopefully

"Okay" she smiled and turned her back to the rambling teacher that didn't speak Spanish as nicely as Santana did

...

Quinn didn't have a car, prom night was proof of that. Luckily Rachel did have a car so they used that for their escape. Now the blonde haired girl and the brunette cheerio found themselves just at some park in the summer sun, sitting on the grass and just talking

"What made you change your mind?" Quinn had to ask, she was just so curious

"Other than that you're a really good kisser?" Rachel smirked

Quinn looked down to her hands in her lap, to hide her blush "There's another reason?"

"Yeah..." all of a sudden she didn't feel or look as confident "I realised you did all that just to get closer to me, just to meet me... and I thought it was really romantic... and" she bit her lip shyly "I couldn't stop thinking about you"

"Really?" Quinn bit her lip in a way, Rachel very recently found, was very cute

"Yeah" she nodded shyly "I noticed you before round the school but... well I didn't think I could approach you... I actually felt a little intimidated by you"

Quinn laughed lightly "I always thought of you as intimidating... if I'd tried to talk to you, I know I would have got a slushy to the face and laughed at me"

Rachel looked sad because she knew it was true but... "I wouldn't have been the one to slushy you" she added light hearted

"Thank you" she smiled "I can't believe I'm sitting here with you... I'm actually waiting for Finn to jump out from behind a tree with his football meat heads and beat the crap out of me"

"That won't happen, i promise"

"Well thanks, i guess" she laughed lightly

"Quinn, I need to know something" Rachel said seriously

"Okay" Quinn nodded, nervous due to Rachel's use of tone "What do you want to know?"

"Why is the letter 'L' in your shoe?"

"Oh, well my sister and i had the same shoes before she moved out, same size and everything so i put an 'L' in mine so we wouldn't get them mixe-"

"No, why the letter 'L'?" Rachel chuckled, as Quinn blushed at her unnecessary rambling

"My real first name is Lucy" she admitted shyly "But i prefer Quinn, that's my middle name" She added "What's your middle name?"

"Um... Barbra"

"As in Streisand" she giggled

"Apparently yes" she laughed too

"What are your dreams?" Quinn asked, wanting to know everything she could in case this moment ended too quickly

"You're gonna laugh" she giggled shyly

"No, i won't i promise"

She bit her lip before answering "To perform on a Broadway stage"

"Wow, really, so you're really into musicals and stuff"

"It's a secret but yeah... i go to dance classes and have singing lessons out of school. i also perform with a group at the local theatre... luckily no one from school tends to go there so they never find out"

"You shouldn't be ashamed"

"I know, i just worry about what people think"

"You shouldn't worry about that either, you're beautiful Rachel, and i look forward to the day i watch you perform on a Broadway stage"

"You'll still be around" Rachel smirked

"I plan on being by your side for the longest time... but if i'm not then i can still go to your show right?"

Rachel smiled and nodded before her expression turned serious again "I want to try this Quinn" it sounded so much better hearing her own name that time than last week, the day Rachel had found out "with you"

"You do" Quinn noticed Rachel lean in "What about all the people at school?"

"I don't care about them, I care about you" she whispered lowly as her lips touched Quinn's again. They savoured the simple contact before the kiss intensified; the heat of the summer sun couldn't compete with the heat of their passionate kiss

Rachel pulled back the tiniest amount to look into Quinn's eyes and lowly mutter "I just want you to know, this doesn't mean I forgive you"

"Okay" Quinn shrugged but still smiled

"Well not yet" she smirked before leaning back in for another intense lip lock.

And they lived happily ever after

The End

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