A/N: I am SO SO Sorry that this chapter took so long! I don't know why, but I've been writing it on and off since I posted chapter 2 and at times I really really wasn't feeling any of it. That being said I realized how many time I updated Transition and started ANOTHER fanfic in the mean time and I realized this story was eating the dirt so I forced myself to keep writing it. I'm sorry if it's not as good as you'd expect it to be. I think it's a bit longer than the first two chapters? I'm not sure.
I hope you like this chapter, it follows the day after Chapter 2 and we'll delve a bit more into how the girls feel about each other (Rather then how they feel each other if you know what I meant...that was lame I apologize)
Enjoy!
Should I, should I?
Maybe I'll get drunk again
I'll be drunk again
I'll be drunk again
To feel a little love
My mind slowly drifted back into consciousness and began registering things around me even as I lay with my eyes closed. I feel the soft pillow under my head, I hear the birds sing outside my window amidst the noise of the city, and I smell a beautiful fragrance coming from the heat that lay on my chest…
Heat lay on my chest…
I opened my eyes and took in the room, then glanced down. A warm body cuddled into me and soft, silky smooth brunette hair lay about everywhere. Suddenly the memories of the night before come rushing to me and the smile across my face is so wide it threatens to split it in half. My heart swells and I take in a deep, happy breath, hold it in for a second to revel in it, and then let it go. I gently placed a soft kiss on the top of her head and heard her as she inhaled and exhaled steadily, still buried in deep sleep. I brushed a few stray hairs out of her face and watched her as she lay there, dead to the world and yet making me feel so very much alive. My smile was relentless and unyielding no matter how much time passed since my realization. I couldn't help but giggle as I let the memories of the night before fill my mind. Remembering how my heart jumped when I saw her in the streets, or how it jumped twice as high when I saw her in the bar downstairs as I chatted with Natasha, that British photographer who was here on a job for her magazine. I couldn't help but wonder if something would have happened with her had Rachel not shown up and asked to talk. Oh well, I wouldn't have had last night any other way, yes Rachel's initial reaction scared the daylights out of me. I thought for sure that that was the end of our friendship. This is the reason why I held it off for so long. I didn't want to ruin the friendship I had built up with her over what I back then thought was some little crush, now I know differently. I picked her hand up from my abdomen and placed a soft kiss to the back of it, lacing my fingers with hers and just enjoying the connected feeling. Suddenly I hear her breath hitch and a mumble escape her lips.
"Morning sleepy head." I tease with a smile. She opens her eyes and slowly looks up at me with a smile.
"Morning." She says softly, I pull her up to my level and kiss her softly on the lips. She smiles, kisses me back and snuggles into my shoulder, planting a small kiss there as well. I giggled and tightened my arm which was wrapped around her.
"So, what's the first place you want to go to today?" she asked with a smile.
"The shower." I answered with a smile.
"I'm being serious you goof." She giggled.
"So am I." I laughed along. "Hey you want to get breakfast up here?"
"Sure." She said. I stood up and found the booklet that was on the desk, which had the breakfast menu among other things. I handed to her.
"Here, look through it and get what you want, just make it double for me." I said smiling at her. She smiled back. "I'm going to jump in the shower real quick okay?"
"Sure babe." She said, grabbing my hands and pulling me down, stealing a quick kiss. My heart jumped once again at her last word. I deepened the kiss just a bit, cupping both of her cheeks with my hands. I pulled back to see her with a wide grin on her face.
"What?" I asked, a smile creeping across mine to match hers.
"Nothing." She said. "I just can't believe my luck, that's all"
I kissed her again.
"Yeah…me neither." I bit my lip with a happy smile. I placed a feather light kiss on her nose and then went into the bathroom and hopped into the shower. I spent five minutes letting the warm water run through my hair, letting all the memories from last night play out over and over in my head like a tape being rewound and played multiple times. Then my mind wandered to memories of Rachel in high school, when we started to be friends. I cringed for a minute at the memory of the fact that I was horrible to her through most of high school, and that was just me being horribly in denial. I let out an exasperated breath, no matter how many times I apologized to Rachel, no matter how far we go in our friendship, or, I guess now, our relationship, I can never seem to get over what I did to her and the memories never seen to fade. Even when we're miles upon miles away from Lima, in this amazing city, those memories are something that will never leave my mind. I can only hope to bury them deep in the past, deep under new memories of the two of us. The Quinn Fabray that was a total bitch in high school was dead, gone, and I was a new Quinn the minute I let Rachel in. Being in denial of what I felt for her didn't work. It didn't push her away, especially since after all I had done to her, she was still able to forgive me. So I let her in, I became her friend. I started protecting her from all of what I used to do to her. I found comfort in the fact that I could at the very least have the privilege of being her friend and at least be there for her in good and bad in the best way I could. I thought when I moved to Yale and she moved to New York for NYADA that my feelings for her would fade if not disappear, that I would see her as just a friend and that's all she would be from then on. But the minute we parted ways in Lima my heart began to ache in a way it never had before, except maybe for when I gave Beth away, to Shelby Corcoran no less, Rachel's birth mother. I took in a deep breath and squeezed my eyes shut, ducking my head directly under the curtain of water which cascaded over me. I should be over the moon, I had Rachel just a door away. I was going to spend the day with her. I was going to ask her to be my girlfriend today so we could clear that up. I was going to spend the holidays with the love of my life and yet all I could think about right now was how much I missed her and cried about her absence when I move to Yale.
I shut the water off and stepped out of the shower, wrapping myself up in a towel. Drying myself off I went to reach for my clothes…which I had forgotten to bring in with me.
"Shit." I mumbled to myself. a second later there was a knock on the door.
"You okay in there babe?" her voice came in through the door. I opened the door and smiled at her.
"Yeah, just forgot my clothes." I said. I noticed how she glanced down at me before looking up into my eyes with a small smirk.
"You totally did that on purpose." She shook her head and turned on her heel.
"I did not." I giggled.
"Do you know how hard to resist you are?" She looked back at me.
"No, I don't." I said. "why don't you tell me just how hard to resist I am?"
She turned back to me, still smirking and with a mischievous glint in her eye. She stepped up to me again and grabbed the edge of my towel, pulling me down to be at her eye level.
"You're lucky I didn't rip that towel off of you the minute you opened that door." She husked out. I instinctively licked my lips. This girl knew how to talk just as much as she knew how to sing and act. It was an art to her, and damn it all if it wasn't the sexiest thing ever.
"I wouldn't have stopped you." I said softly with a wink, okay so maybe I wasn't so bad myself. A soft moan escaped Rachel's lips that had me dripping. Thank God I hadn't put on panties yet, they would have been totally ruined. Rachel leaned up and pressed her lips to mine, sending me in a reverie. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer, crashing out hips together. A moan escaped her lips again as I swiped my tongue across her bottom lip, wanting so badly to have access into that beautiful mouth of hers. Suddenly her lips were gliding along mine and giving me what I want. Soon enough our tongues were battling each other and they stayed that way until a knock was heard on the door.
"Room service!" A male voice was heard on the other side of the door.
"Crap." I said. "Take care of it while I get dressed?"
"Sure." Rachel said with a nod, then winked "Then I can take care of you."
"Not if I get to you first." I teased back. There was another quick knock and I rolled my eyes before going quickly into the bathroom, clothes in hand, and getting dressed quickly. I walked back into the room in time to see the bus boy kicking down the brakes on the trolley. He walked around it and uncovered the food. Suddenly the room was filled with a smell of pancakes and…Bacon?
"You got bacon?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I knew you'd probably want some so…" Rachel trailed off and finished her sentence off with a shrug. I smiled at her and wanted nothing more than to grab her and kiss her there and then, but the bus boy was still there. I grabbed my purse and pulled out a dollar. I handed it to him.
"Thanks." I said to him with a smile.
"No problem." He said. He turned to Rachel and smiled, giving her a quick wink. Suddenly his eyes looked very gouge-worthy. I cleared my throat as loudly as possible, gaining his attention and giving him my good old fashioned HBIC glare. He looked at me like an antelope looks at a lion before they die, and then nodded quickly before walking out of the room, closing the door behind him.
"What was that all about?" Rachel snapped me out of my rage.
"Huh? What was what?" I asked.
"That wink?" Rachel asked. "Ugh, guys are so presumptuous. I don't see how we used to like them."
"Well for me it was my repressed sexuality." I said with a shrug. Then it hit me. "Wait, used to?"
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm gay. I mean I know sexuality is more fluid than that, but men are just…ugh." Rachel said with a disgusted look on her face. I couldn't help but giggle. "Plus, once you've had sex with a girl, the idea of having sex with a guy ever again is just preposterous."
Again, that made me giggle.
"Oh, and that glare you gave him?" Rachel began. I felt my cheeks getting ten times hotter.
"You saw that?" I asked. Butterflies began battering my stomach.
"I did. And it was hot." Rachel said, lowering her voice on the last part. Suddenly the butterflies disappeared and were replaced my sheer arousal. I smirked at her.
"Well no one just winks at my girl right in front of me and gets away with it." I said. My bottom lip found it's way between my teeth.
"Your girl huh?" Rachel said with a raised eye brow.
"Oh…umm…" I stammered. Shit shit shit! "I uhh…"
Fucking TALK Fabray!
"Does…does that mean I'm finally yours?" Rachel asked. I looked into her eyes, she seemed anxious for my answer. She crossed her arms nervously across her chest and was biting her lip incessantly.
Finally?
I was beaming at her, it was automatic.
"If you want to be…But Rach…I've always been yours either way." I admitted. It felt like time had slowed down.
"Quinn…" she began. I took a deep breath. Had I read the signs wrong? No it couldn't be! My heart was threatening to jump out of my chest, at the same time it had leaped into my throat. I could feel the blood pumping in my ears and it felt like someone had a choke hold on my heart. My head was spinning with panic. I couldn't face heartbreak again, not after last night, why did she come back if she didn't intend on staying. I pushed all thoughts out of my head and forced myself to listen to what she was saying.
"Quinn." She said again. "Do you honestly think I would have come back last night if I hadn't planned on being with you?"
The breath that had trapped itself in my lungs escaped in haste. I felt like I was just bitch-slapped with happiness and tears began stinging my eyes.
"So you do then?" I asked, my smile reaching both ears and threatening to split my face in half.
"I do, Quinn." She nodded, a huge smile creeping across her own face. I saw her take a step towards me and before I knew it we had walked towards each other, closed up all the space between us and our lips were connected in the most heated, passionate and loving kiss I had ever shared with anyone in my entire life. It set me on fire, shot arousal through me and filled my stomach with butterflies at the same time. Her arms were around my neck and a hand had found it's way into my hair, holding my head in place, as if it was going anywhere.
My arms were around her waist and I was holding her as close to me as humanly possible without merging into one. Yeah yeah, weird thought, but you really don't care what you're thinking when you feel like you're on top of the world.
I felt her tongue try to slip it's way into my mouth and I sucked it in before initiating a battle of dominance between them. This went on for a good few minutes, and then the need for oxygen took over and we pulled away from each other.
"Wow." Rachel breathed out.
"Yeah." I said.
"We should, um…" She said, steadying her breath while pushing a hair out of her face. "We should eat, before it gets cold."
"Yeah." I said again with a nod. She smiled at me and grabbed my hand. Leading me towards the bed. We sat down at the end of it in front of the trolley. She grabbed a grape out of the bowl of fruit and waved it in front of my mouth. I giggled and caught it between my teeth. I sucked it with a pop into my mouth and chewed it. She was giggling and I couldn't help but keep doing so as well because, well because Rachel Barry laughing was one of the best sounds ever!
We ate breakfast…or rather fed each other breakfast while we planned out the rest of the day.
"So what do you want to see first?" She asked as I fed her a strawberry.
"Well…this city is huge…umm…oh! I definitely want to see central park! I have a great view from here but I want to see it up close." I said and Rachel nodded.
"Of course!" she said with a smile.
"Oh and Time's Square too!" I said again.
"Obviously." Rachel nodded.
"And…hmm… OH! The Statue of liberty! And 30 Rockefeller Plaza! And…and…" I stopped when I saw that Rachel was looking at me with a goofy smile on her face. "What?"
"You look so cute when you get excited." Rachel said. I could feel to blood rush to my cheeks as I smiled and looked down for a second, trying to fight of the blush. "Well…you look cute in general but seeing you get excited about something is just the cutest! I love when you get passionate about something Quinn!"
I looked up into her eyes and saw nothing but love and adoration and my heart swelled at how perfectly things had turned out. I leaned in and kissed her before pulling back and dangling a chocolate covered strawberry in front of her mouth.
"Open up." I said. She giggled and took a bite out of the fruit.
We kept on that routine all through breakfast, she feeds me a little and then I feed her. She even went as far as to feed me a piece of bacon, which was cute but awkward seeing as she grabbed it with a napkin and I accidentally bit a piece of that off along with the bacon. But that just gave us fuel for more laughter. Then we started getting dressed but decided to stop over at her apartment first so that she could change. We walked outside onto the sidewalk and she tried to hail a cab but was ignored three times.
"Oh for goodness sake…" She muttered to herself before pulling off her glove, placing her thumb and middle finger to her mouth and letting out a shrill, ear piercing whistle, followed by a loud "Taxi!"
"Whoa." I thought out loud.
"What?" she turned to me with a smile as a yellow car pulled over in front of us. I immediately opened the door for her and followed her inside. She told the driver the address to her apartment and then turned back to me.
"Nothing it's just…That was really hot." I said with a shy chuckle.
"Thank you." She said with a playful wink. "Brody thought me how to whistle, he said it would help in the morning rush. No one can ignore a good whistle."
"Hard to argue with that logic." I agreed before something clicked to me. "Brody?"
"A friend from school. We met in the bathroom and bonded over moisturizing routines." Rachel stated.
"Right…" I trailed off, mentally picturing Santana scoffing and proclaiming 'gay!'
"And then he went on to announce that he was a hundred percent straight." She went on. Right so that theory was out the window.
"Well when you meet a guy and bond over moisturizing techniques…" I trailed off with a shrug. Rachel giggled.
"Yeah…You have a point, anyway, he's actually a really good friend, you know when he's not hitting on me." Rachel said with an eye roll.
"What?" I asked.
"It's okay, it's never worked yet." Rachel smiled at me reassuringly.
"Yet?" I questioned.
"And it never will, at least now I'll have a new answer to give him, I mean how many times can a guy hear 'I'm not into dating.'" She asked.
"You're not into dating?" I asked.
"Well you see that's where you come in." She smiled. "I was completely against the idea of dating anyone, girl or boy."
"Right…" I trailed off, signaling for her to continue.
"Because my mind was too preoccupied with you to even pay attention to half of what the other person would have been saying or doing on said date." Rachel finished.
"You were too busy thinking of me to date other people?" I asked, somewhat not believing her.
"I realize my reaction to you last night might make that unbelievable." She began and I just had to stop her.
"Rach, I told you I don't blame you for anything you did last night." I said. She nodded.
"I know, though I still feel somewhat bad about it, but I know you don't blame me, however I do feel the need to explain?" she said. I rolled my eyes and nodded. "I guess you could call it gay panic."
"You? Gay panic? Rachel Berry, the daughter of two GAY men-" I began.
"See there's the issue." She cut me off.
"I'm extremely confused." I stated.
"I could tell." She smiled at me. "You see, how would it seem if the daughter of two gay men, turned out to be gay as well, when the main argument for same sex couples not to have kids is that they'll turn out gay?"
"That doesn't have anything to do with it, I mean no one can turn you gay, you're either born that way or you're not." I reasoned.
"And that's why I came back. Because what you just said is incredibly correct, only I didn't realize that until I had some time to myself to recognize that I was a complete idiot." She finished.
"So…you needed time to think?" I said.
"Exactly." She nodded.
"You could have just said so you know? You didn't have to run out like you'd just been burned." I said with a small smirk. She swallowed and looked away and I instantly felt bad. "I'm sorry I didn't mean-"
"It's okay. You're right, I over reacted, I think it's my innate need to make everything dramatic. I should have just told you I needed some time to myself." She said.
"I think we're missing the important part here." I said. She looked at me with a raised eyebrow and I smiled at her.
"What's that?" she asked. I grabbed her hand and gave it a light squeeze.
"You came back." I stated softly. She smiled at me and I leaned in to give her a kiss on the cheek.
"I did. And I had the best night of my life." She said softly.
"Hot." We heard a voice from the front of the car snicker. I looked up into the rear view mirror and saw the driver looking at us through it. I glared at him and saw the fear in his eyes before they shot back to the road. I turned back to Rachel who just smiled at me knowingly and squeezed my hand back.
After a few minutes we arrived at her apartment and she walked right into her bedroom to change.
"Nice place." I called.
"Thanks. It's not much, but the rent is reasonable with two people." She said.
"I can kind of tell Kurt lives here." I said as I studied the decor.
"Yeah?" she asked with a giggle.
"Well the chair is a give away, as is the lamp…and the very stylish sofa…and the coffee mug in the kitchen with 'Diva' on it…wait is that yours?" I went on.
"Guilty." She called back. "What give me away?"
"The gold star above the 'i'" I said with a giggle. "It looks hand painted."
"It is. We thought it would be fun to have our own personalized coffee mugs, so we bought two blank ones and some dish-washer proof paint." She explained.
"There wouldn't be a matching plate would there?" I teased. A small stress ball bounced of the side of my head as I let out a fit of giggles.
"Are you planning to be an ass throughout the entirety of this relationship?" She asked sarcastically. I bent down and picked up the stress ball.
"Are you planning on throwing therapeutic equipment at me throughout the entirety of this relationship?" I mimicked. Another stress ball flew at me. "Jesus, how many of these things do you have?"
"I have a lot of pent up stress." She stated.
"Clearly!" I called back with a giggle. The third stress ball hit me smack in the middle of the forehead. "You have incredibly good aim. That might be useful."
"Do you want a fourth to be thrown?" She asked.
"There's a fourth?!" I asked.
"It came in a set of six. Three levels of hardness." She stated.
"One ball for each hand huh?" I asked.
"Are you being vulgar?" she asked.
"I should call Santana, I'm a bit rusty." I thought out loud. The fourth hit me in the ear and it kind of hurt. "I'm guessing that was the hardest one?"
"I have another one if you open your big mouth again." She warned.
"You didn't seem to mind me opening my big mouth last night." I murmured to myself. "OW! How the-"
"Curtains for walls remember? And this place has excellent echo." She cut me off.
"Those things are dangerous!" I called out. "Are you done playing the human version of angry birds? I don't remember painting myself green."
"Doesn't mean your not a pig." She finished off. I grabbed one of the softer stress balls and threw it into her room. "Your aim is incredibly inaccurate, you should practice some more if you wish to be efficient."
"I don't plan on throwing things at you too much if that's what you're saying." I said with a giggle. I walked over to her room and walked right in on her with no shirt on. "Are you ready-Oh Crap! Sorry!"
I instantly covered my eyes and turned around. She burst out into laughter.
"You don't have to look away Quinn, we've seen far more of each other last night." She said reassuringly, placing a hand on my shoulder. I turn around.
"Sorry force of habit when you have a roommate." I shrugged, looking down at her and noticing her black lace bra. "Though I probably should look away if you actually want us to make it out of the door."
"Are you saying me in a bra is too much for you to handle?" She asked in a low voice.
"Rach. For the love of God. Put a shirt on before I lose mine." I said. She giggled and went over to her dresser, pulling out a long sweater and pulling it over her.
"Better?" she asks with a smirk.
"Depends on how you look at it." I muttered. She rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around my neck, giving me a peck on the lips.
"There'll be plenty of time for that later." She said.
"Promise?" I ask with wide, happy eyes. I probably look like a kid who's been promised chocolate fudge cookies.
"Yes. And stop looking at me like I promised you cookies." She said and I let out a loud laugh. "What's so funny."
"I was just thinking that that's how I probably look, like a kid who's been promised cookies. It's hilarious how in sync we are." I said.
"I think it's cute we can read each other so well." She said and I beamed at her and nodded. She pressed her lips to mine once again before disentangling herself from me. I was a little sad to lose the contact. "Come on, we have to leave now if we want to have enough time to see all of central park and still have enough time to go to Times square!"
She grabbed my hands and led me out of her room and back into the main part of the apartment, stopping just by the door to grab her coat and bag, gloves and knit hat. Soon enough we were out the door and back into a taxi cab headed to central park.
The weather was kind of cold, but it wasn't snowing, which was a bit of a let down considering I was excited to see a snowy New York (And to throw snowballs at Rachel, but she didn't need to know that.) But when Rachel looked at the weather on her phone she said that snow was heading our way soon, so I took pictures of a sunny winter New York while I still had the chance.
Central park was amazing, and huge, but mostly amazing. It was incredible seeing all that nature surrounded by so much city. Afterwords we went to Times square, which was bigger than I expected, and I filled up about half my memory card with pictures of it…And Rachel…and pictures of Rachel in front of it…you get the point!
After about a few hours of touring the city we got hungry and decided to have lunch at a diner we passed by. Surprisingly a lot of New York diners have vegan options.
We walked in and sat down, ordered our food as we talked about everything. As it turned out I would be seeing Kurt as well as the Berry men on this trip. That should be fun.
We spent the rest of the afternoon together and made plans for dinner and a movie before going back to our respective lodgings. When I got back my hotel room I lay back on the bed and let the memories of the day run through my head with a smile on my face. I looked at my phone for the time. This time twenty four hours ago I was in this very same position, nervous as all hell to be in this city and planning on when I should call Rachel to inform her of my presence. Now I was planning on where to take her for dinner for our…would this be our first official date? Oh well, bring it on!
A/N: So what did you guys think? Please review and tell me what you'd like to see out of this story. I love suggestions from my readers so please don't hold back!
Thanks for reading and I'm sorry again for the long wait. Hopefully chapter 4 will be easier on me than chapter 3 was.