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Artie now had a grand plan: Operation Tell Tina I'm Sorry For
Acting Like A Jerk These Past Few Months And Get Us Back To
Being Best Friends If Not Something More. ("Right," Kurt said.
"How about we just go with 'Operation Tina' for now?") In
order to execute said plan, he needed his friends. And frankly,
Kurt and Mercedes found plotting and executing a Grand
Romantic Gesture to be far more exciting than a NASCAR
museum anyway. So they excused themselves from the
NASCAR visit, and instead camped out at Mert's Heart & Soul
for some scheming with a side of collard greens.
"I don't know if she'd like it," Artie said doubtfully. Rachel was
shocked. Appalled. Flabbergasted.
"I think we should let Artie pick the song. It's his show, and
besides, he knows Tina the best."
"How about the Rock n' Roll Hall of Fame?" Kurt suggested. "If
we go back to Ohio-"
"No!" Rachel cried out. They all turned and stared, and Rachel
scrambled for cover. "We're already out on the road and you
want to go back to Ohio for this? You might as well just stage
it in Artie's backyard. There's nothing special about that."
"Where would you suggest then?" asked Kurt, irritated but also
a little curious.
Crossville, TN
"I have no idea where to go," Rachel said miserably. She had
been able to convince the others to keep heading west,
promising that she knew of the perfect destination for Artie's
plan to be carried off when she hadn't the slightest clue.
Tomorrow she was going to have to give them an actual place
to go.
"You realize that this is, like, the dumbest idea you've ever
had, right?" Finn's voice on the other end of the phone. In the
background, she could hear the sound of gunfire and
screaming. She could see perfectly in her mind's eye Finn
stretched out on his bed with both hands firmly on his
Playstation controller and the phone cradled against his neck.
"Quinn's going to kill you when she finds- Holy cow! I just blew
that guy's arm off with my AK!"
"It's going to be fine once she sees the baby," she said, more
for her sake than his. "I suspect that Quinn's despondency
partly stems from the fact that she never got to say a proper
goodbye to her child, as well as from carrying guilt from
doubting whether she made the best decision for the baby. But
once we get to Bakersfield, she'll see that the baby is happy
and healthy. Then Quinn will realize that she made the right
choice by giving her up. Additionally, when she sees that
interacting with the baby and the adoptive family is less
difficult than she imagined, she'll see that they can have a
relationship. It doesn't have to be one or the other."
"Finn?"
"Sorry. Still here," Finn said. "I'm just thinking about all the
things that are going to go horribly, horribly wrong with this."
"I'm not saying that everything will be perfect. But it'll be
better."
"You can't lie to your friends like this," Finn scolded. "Just tell
them the truth."
"Only when I have to and when it's for the greater good!"
Rachel exclaimed indignantly. "Besides, this isn't about Quinn
right now. I called you for help with Artie and Tina."
He told her his idea, and they spent fifteen minutes discussing
the logistics. They were still mid-discussion when Rachel
suddenly heard the sound of a sliding keycard at the door. She
interrupted Finn and whispered rapidly into the phone,
The last thing Rachel heard over the line was Finn's voice
saying, "Bye, Driftwood."
She shut her phone and dropped it on to the bed just as Quinn
unlocked the hotel room door and stepped inside.
"No one." Rachel forced a smile so wide that her cheeks ached.
***
Interstate 40
"Is it a cloud?"
"No thanks."
"Is it a cloud?"
Memphis, TN
None of the kids had the money to rent out a recording studio
- let alone the historical Sun Studio - and hire musicians to
help them carry off Artie's plan. But Finn had been right. A kid
in a wheelchair with a "Help Me Win Back My Girl" story got
you a lot of sympathy, especially when you had Rachel Berry
delivering a teary narrative. The manager agreed to let them
have a couple of hours and his buddies agreed to play a song
that they already knew anyway. It had seemed like a good
idea at the time. It was a good deed and besides, a bunch of
eclectic but good-looking and vocally-gifted teenagers was a
spectacle that made the tourists happy. Of course, they didn't
count on the demanding craziness that was Rachel Berry.
"Listen," The Bass Player said to another kid, the one with the
stupid-looking mohawk. "We're happy to help out your friend
with his girl, but you guys need to do something about the
crazy little howler monkey."
"Oh, Rachel? Yeah, sorry about that, dude," Puck gave the
Bass Player a friendly thump on the back. "We'll get her
muzzle."
***
The studio was pitch black from the outside. Tina wasn't sure
that it was even open, but Mike and Brittany insistently guided
her in. It was pitch black inside too.
"G- guys?" Her stutter was genuine this time. "I- I don't think
we should be in here."
"It's fine," Mike said firmly. Tina was pushed and pulled
through the darkness and plopped down on a stool. A light
came on. Tina found herself staring through a window at the
recording room where all of her friends were gathered. Rachel
stood in the center.
***
"My boy Artie is totally getting some right now!" Puck crowed,
raising his open hand up in the air for a studly high-five. Kurt
stared at him like he'd suddenly sprouted two heads and put
on a tutu. Mike and Matt shied away, doing that blend-into-
the-background thing they do so well. Finally, Brittany took
pity on him and slapped his hand gently.
Half an hour later, they were all dancing to The Black Eyed
Peas.
Forty minutes after that, Matt and Kurt were singing a duet to
Taylor Swift's "You Belong With Me".
"I saw how you were all over him!" Santana whispered
furiously to Brittany.
"Only Puck?!"
"Rachel?" Quinn ambled over from the door. "You all right?"
Rachel answered Quinn with a giggle. "What are you doing?"
"What are you doing?" Rachel asked, mostly because she was
genuinely having a difficult time processing anything at the
moment.
"My head hurts," Quinn complained. "And it's too loud out
there." Then she conceded, with some reluctance, "But, yeah.
I'm having a good time."
"Good."
"Thank you," Quinn said quietly. "For this trip. You didn't have
to, and I know I was being a real brat about it at first... but
you've just been so good about this whole thing. And you've
been wonderful to me when you really, really don't have to be,
but I just... I mean, thank you."
***
Rachel stood between the two booths, her hair neatly brushed,
her eyes bright and her smile wide. In her hands she held a
binder which she had dubbed The Trip Bible. It consisted of
maps, brochures, pamphlets, information printed off the
internet - anything and everything that might be marginally
useful in planning a road trip. At the moment, she was trying
to get everyone focused. She jabbered on excitedly about
preferred routes, pre-scheduled bathroom breaks and possible
points of interests assorted by descending order of
importance. But as it turned out, these were not things that
interested hungover teenagers - which was pretty much
everyone besides Artie, Tina and Rachel. Artie and Tina were
unaffected because they had missed the binge drinking last
night, and Rachel was unaffected because... well, she's Rachel.
"We did like eight shots together last night!" Puck lethargically
poked at the bowl of grits before him, wanting to have some
but feeling his stomach churn at the thought of food. Rachel,
on the other hand, had effortlessly consumed eggs and
sausages plus one of Brittany's sweet potato pancakes. "I
don't get it, man. I feel like shit and you're... you."
"Eight," Rachel corrected. "And don't feel bad, Noah. It's just
simple genetics. Some people are naturally predisposed to
rapid recovery from the effects of alcohol. Now, if we could all
just focus for a moment-"
"Fine! I'll stop." Rachel reluctantly set the Trip Bible down on
the table. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to use the
washroom. I strongly encourage that each of you do the same
before we leave. Quinn?" Quinn grunted with something
vaguely resembling exasperation, but got up from the table
and followed her.
"Why do you think, bro? It's so they can get it on," Puck
smirked.
"I think it's nice," Tina commented idly. "When girls go to the
bathroom together, we get to gossip about the rest of you."
"At least she finally learned to tell her right from her left," Kurt
muttered under his breath.
"Let me look at that." Puck took the Trip Bible from Brittany,
and flipped through the maps. Rachel had highlighted the
different possible routes they could take with different colors,
but all the lines she drew ended up in the same place. Puck
had never been there, but he recognized the name right away.
This recognition caused a dark, forbidding bile to rise from the
pit of his stomach and crawl through his body and limbs like an
electrified eel. He slammed the binder shut.
"I mean we've been roaming the country for a week and we're
nowhere near New York City," Santana said.
"Hold up," Mercedes cut her off. "You mean to tell us that
you've got us wandering around aimlessly because Quinn
Fabray doesn't want to go home?"
If Rachel had to admit it: yes. That was exactly it. Getting
Quinn to California was at best a secondary motive, and a
belated one at that. Rachel orchestrated this entire trip
because of Quinn in the first place, to get her off the couch
and out doing something. She wanted to have Quinn happy
and smiling again, and that certainly wasn't going to happen in
Lima, Ohio. The truth was, even if they had ended up in New
York, Rachel would have stalled them to stay in New York or
manipulated them into going elsewhere. If it wasn't California,
it would've been Oregon or Canada or Zimbabwe - it didn't
matter where as long as it wasn't Lima.
"You don't know what it's like for her," Rachel said sharply. Her
back straight and her eyes fiery, any trace of nervousness was
gone as she remembered why she was doing this in the first
place.
"Can you imagine what she went through? She had a baby,
and she had to give her up. Now she has to go back to that
house every night, to those sorry excuses for parents who had
kicked her out and who won't even look her in the eyes
anymore. Being in Lima was hurting her too much. There are
these little reminders everywhere. All she can see is the
humiliation she went through last year; she sees her parents'
judgment and rejection, and she sees the little girl that she
gave up. This is just another summer for you, but it's been
complete and utter hell for her. And so what if we don't have a
set destination? It's a road trip, and we're all having fun,
aren't we? This trip is good for her - it really is. I know she can
still seem a little surly, but she's doing so much better. She
needs this. She needs us."
"Rachel," Kurt said gently. "We just want to know where we're
going next."
So it was decided for them to continue the trip. The "where"
didn't matter anymore (not that it ever meant much in the first
place). The "why" certainly did though. What had started out
as nothing more than a fun, frivolous trip was now a mission
to help a friend in need - Quinn, who had been falling apart so
helplessly in Lima and who clearly wasn't ready to go back yet.
But aside from Rachel's spiel in the Arcade Restaurant, they
didn't talk about the "why" anymore. Talking about it only
would have made it worse for Quinn. Some things didn't need
to be said out loud.
***
Interstate 40
They drove with the windows down and the stereo turned all
the way up, because it's a road trip and this was just the sort
of thing you do on a road trip. They were playing songs off
Quinn's surprisingly diverse iPod. Rachel didn't know the song
that played now, but that was okay, because that meant she
could just watch Quinn sing along with every word.
"There's a city in my mind, come along and take that ride. And
it's all right, baby, it's all right." Santana was looking at
Brittany out of the corner of her eyes, with a smile at the
corner of her lips. "And it's very far away, but it's growing day
by day."
***
Little Rock, AR
"Yes, I did!" Rachel was trying so hard not to gloat. Well, she
was trying a little. "You see? It's all working out." Although
Rachel's definition of "all working out" apparently involved her
hiding by the motel's ice machines so that she could talk to
Finn without Quinn knowing.
Finn decided that he wasn't missing out on very much after all.
***
Quinn could feel her leg numbing, and she stirred to keep the
blood flowing and to stave off the oncoming cramp. Her body
shifted, and her lips brushed against skin. It hadn't been
intentional, but it did happen, and this time, Quinn definitely
realized what she did. She waited for the inevitable question,
and Rachel didn't disappoint, although it did take her a full
minute to work up the courage to ask it.
Rachel didn't answer for such a long time that Quinn thought
that maybe she had passed out. But finally, she responded:
"Well..." She drew out the last syllable, slow and hesitating. "I
suppose I'd have to get even. It would only be fair."
Quinn had been expecting this. At least, she thought that she
had been expecting this. But it still took her a couple of
minutes to react. It took that long for the tingling sensation to
fade from where Rachel had kissed her.
"How was that even?" she now demanded to know. "You got
two and I got one." This was a matter of principal. This was a
matter of dignity. And to settle this matter, Quinn leaned in
and pressed her mouth against Rachel's throat, long and
lingering. She could feel Rachel's rapid pulse against her lips.
With a surge of involuntary curiosity, Quinn parted her lips,
and a sliver of tongue darted out, gently grazing soft flesh.
She felt Rachel's body shiver, and her own body responded in
the same way.
"We're drunk."
"We should get back," Quinn eagerly broke in. "We can't hog
the bathroom all night, can we?"
"That's all right. Stay. Enjoy the party." Quinn started to go,
and Rachel felt a pang of fear.
***
Eureka Springs, AR
Jesus was right. All 67-feet of him, Christ of the Ozarks was an
enormous arms-akimbo statute atop a mountain overlooking
Eureka Springs. Gathered at the base of the statue, the kids
craned their necks up to stare at the sight before them.
That sounded good enough for everyone else, and they chose
to let it drop.
They soon decided to head into town for lunch. The main
street in Eureka Springs was a small, windy road flanked by
old Victorian-style buildings. It was rather picturesque, and
initially they were all too distracted by the shops and arguing
over what to have for lunch to notice that there was something
a little different about this town. It was Matt who first pointed
it out.
"Hey, guys? Does anyone else notice that this place is-"
"Well, you twisted my arm," Kurt said breezily before taking off
to approach the awkwardly tall young man. It took Kurt half an
hour to rejoin the group, and when he returned, his eyes were
blazing with excitement. "Here's the scoop. About three times
a year, this town hosts something called a Diversity Weekend.
It's a big pride celebration and people come in from all over for
it."
Kurt shot Puck a look filled with utter contempt. "If you must
put it so crudely."
"I swear I'll never ask for anything else this trip. Can we
please spend the night here?" Predictably, Puck groaned.
Everyone exchanged looks of mild discomfort. It wasn't that
they had anything against staying, but none of them were
particularly for it either. These kids always needed a bit of a
push to get things done, and Kurt didn't have an especially
forceful personality. He was going to need back-up. He found it
in an unlikely source.
"I think it's a good idea," Quinn said. Ten pairs of surprised
eyes trained on her. "It's just a party, right? Why not?" Kurt
had a mile-wide smile spread across his face. In that moment,
he absolutely adored Quinn Fabray. Quinn returned his smile
and slipped her arm around his. "If we're going to spend the
night, we should try and find a place a stay."
"Yeah, well... look, you don't even know this guy and you're
going out with him and his friends? God knows what those
animals might do," Puck said. "You might be gay, but you're
our gay. We watch out for our own." Kurt didn't know whether
to be disgusted by Puck's homophobia or touched by his
protectiveness.
Mercedes naturally went along with Kurt. Matt and Mike tagged
along to be Puck's moral support. So Rachel and Quinn found
themselves out strolling through the quiet streets with Artie
and Tina, who were constantly cuddling due to their new
romance; and Brittany and Santana, who were constantly
cuddling because they were Brittany and Santana. It didn't
take long for those two pairings to excuse themselves and
disappear to more private locales. Rachel and Quinn wound up
sitting on a bench in the park. A light breeze kicked up, and
Quinn shivered in her light tank top, so naturally Rachel put
her arm around her. Quinn mumbled a quick thank you.
Rachel was glad for this moment alone. Quinn had been
distant with her all day. She hardly responded to anything
Rachel said. At lunch, Quinn hadn't sat by Rachel's side. In the
car, she wouldn't join in on the harmonies when everyone else
sang along with the radio.
Rachel nodded. Then she said, "I like this town. Everyone here
is so... free. They can just be who they are."
"You don't ever have to choose between God and who you are.
I think that's the right way to be." She stared at Quinn
intently, watching for the slightest facial tic, watching for the
smallest sign that Quinn grasped the meaning behind her
words. But of course, a deaf, dumb and mute baboon could
understand what Rachel was trying to get at. Subtlety wasn't
Rachel's strong suit.
"What the hell would you know about it?" she snapped snidely
as she pulled herself away. She got up and started to go.
Then she was gone before Rachel could get another word out.
***
After Quinn left her, Rachel walked back to the B&B. Her room
was empty, so she decided to wait up for Quinn in the living
room. The others soon straggled back. The first group was
Mercedes, Kurt and Puck. Puck was sporting a black eye and a
cut lip. He was limping, and had to be supported by Mercedes
and Kurt on either side of him. Mercedes went to get ice from
the kitchen for him while Kurt helped Puck settle on the sofa.
They all remained in the living room trying to get stories out of
each other. Rachel joined in the conversation, but she never
diverted her attention away from the front door. Finally, in
walked Quinn. Rachel shot up, and all conversations in the
room ceased as everyone became painfully aware of the two
girls. Before Rachel could even say her name, Quinn started
for the stairs.
"No, Rachel."
Silence.
Kurt broke that silence with, "I'm sorry. I'm really happy for
you guys and I heartily welcome you to the rainbow brigade,
but that's about the most anti-climactic thing we've heard all
night."
***
Quinn couldn't hide her surprise. Puck had always done what
she asked of him.
"You only have two other people in your car," Quinn scoffed.
Puck's passengers were Mike and Matt, who had switched with
Artie so that Artie could ride in Kurt's car with Tina.
"Yeah, well, we also got beer and snacks and other shit."
"Listen-"
"Um..."
"Who's Simon?"
"The boy he went out with last night! Cute, awkwardly tall,
starting college in Indianapolis in September?" Mercedes
responded with some annoyance.
"I'm sorry. A lot happened last night," Quinn said sourly. "So it
went well? I thought Puck got in a fight with him or his
friends?"
"Are you out of your damn mind? Me in that car with Santana
and Rachel? That's going to be a bloodbath."
"Do you really want to be in the back with Artie and Tina?"
Mercedes asked with a raised brow. "They're in their
honeymoon period."
***
Tulsa, OK
"Well, we've been waiting for so long to have our date. It feels
like we keep putting it off." YOU keep putting it off, Rachel
thought to herself. But he already looked quite tense and she
didn't want to make him feel worse.
"And when you said the other night that you didn't know when
you'd be coming back, I just thought... well, I don't want to
wait anymore. I thought, why don't we do it now? I know that
you're there and I'm here- obviously... but, well, look." The
image on Rachel's screen moved as Finn picked up his laptop
and turned it around to show her the restaurant. "I'm sitting in
an Italian restaurant in Lima, and I picked the same kind of
food for you in Tulsa, so it's kind of like we're in the same
place together. And I gave them my credit card number so like
that's all taken care of, and I just thought we could... maybe
have our date now."
***
"I wish I could kiss you good night," Finn now said. Rachel
didn't know how to respond to that.
"Good night," she said quietly. She got off the phone and went
inside. The other girls were already asleep. Rachel got ready
for bed in the dark and climbed in next to Quinn, who now
slept as far on the other side of the bed as possible.
"Like you care," Rachel replied. She rolled over and turned her
back on the other girl.
***
Goessel, KS
***
Omaha, NE
"The two of you have been all over each other this whole trip.
Then these last few days, it's like a Cold War."
Santana shrugged. "You know I'm not her biggest fan. I mean,
she dresses like an Amish stripper fell into a vat of argyle."
"This is nothing like you and Brittany," Quinn said sharply. "I'm
happy for this little lesbo paradise you've concocted for you
and Brittany, but please feel free to leave me far, far out of it."
Santana briefly contemplated murdering Quinn. But it occurred
to her that she'd never be able to clean up the body before
Brittany got back, and she knew that gross things made
Brittany upset.
Quinn didn't quite know how to respond. Part of her knew that
Santana was right, but... well, Quinn didn't like being told that
she was wrong. Least of all by Santana. She was about to hurl
an insult when Rachel and Brittany came back. Brittany
happily bounced over to Santana to give her a kiss, but Rachel
picked up on the tension.
Quinn just ignored her, rolled over onto her side and closed
her eyes.
***
Interstate 80
***
North Platte, NE
"Bakersfield."
"Everyone thinks we're just having fun. They think we're not
really going anywhere. But I saw the maps, Rachel," he forced
out through gritted teeth. "I know where we're going. You're
taking her to California. You're taking her to see the baby,
aren't you?"
"Rachel."
Puck stared. It was all he could do. It may have been seconds,
it may have been minutes, but for Rachel it felt like an
eternity. So the inevitable explosion almost came as a relief.
Almost.
"God DAMN it, Rachel!" Puck rammed his fist against the side
of his pick-up, the metal ringing and reverberating harshly
upon contact. Rachel winced and withdrew a little. "What the
FUCK were you thinking? I know that you're now, like, fucking
gay for Fabray or whatever, but could you even stop to think
about anybody else for one second?"
"What about me, Rachel?! Did you stop to think about me? Did
you?" Unconsciously, he tightened his grip on her. She winced,
but didn't cry out. "Quinn's not the only one who lost a
daughter. Did you think that was easy for me? It's so fucking
easy for all of you to write me off as some fucking deadbeat
dad, just some fucking Lima loser while Finn's the golden boy
and Quinn's some poor lost lamb. Like you all think that I don't
give a fuck about any of this, well, I fucking do."
Puck's frenzy starting to panic her, Rachel was beginning to
struggle a little now, trying to get out of his grasp. But of
course, she was nowhere as strong.
"Did you think about how I'd feel about seeing her? Or maybe
you just fucking forgot about me?" That, Rachel had to admit,
wasn't exactly what happened, but it was close. She didn't
forget that Puck was the father. She just forgot to consider
him. She was so busy worrying about Quinn that she didn't
realize how painful this could be for him. "You can't just fuck
around with people's lives like this. This is my fucking family
we're talking about here, Rachel!"
"Mmm. Bacon."
Puck nodded. Then said, "So last night was kind of messed
up."
"Yes, it was."
"Oh."
"I was talking to this chick at the place Kurt took us to. I made
a move, but turned out that she had a girlfriend and the
girlfriend got all upset. Then I kind of said some stuff, so we
got into it." Rachel knew Puck, and guessed that he had
probably said a lot more than just 'some stuff'. She also
marveled at his ability to be continuously drawn to girls who
obviously liked other girls, but she wasn't about to say that to
him. She would like for her other arm to remain unbruised.
"Oh."
"What?"
"...cried." The word came out so soft that Rachel wasn't sure
whether she had heard him correctly at first.
"What?"
Rachel realized that this wasn't a tangent. This was Puck's way
of apologizing. Instead of saying the words "I'm sorry" like a
normal human being would, he instead chose to tell her about
what was probably the most humiliating experience he's ever
had in his young, testosterone-dominated, ego-driven life. This
was his peace offering. He was giving Rachel the opportunity
to get even.
"Thank you, Noah," she said politely. "Your secret's safe with
me."
"No."
"I hope so." Puck looked at her, almost shyly. "So... are we
cool?"
"We're cool."
Puck clasped his hand over hers and held it there. In that
moment, Rachel remembered why she liked him and briefly
wondered whether things could have been different between
them. Sometimes, Puck was a genuinely good guy. He was
almost even... sweet. Puck squeezed her hand and then
sprang to his feet.
"All right, well, I'm gonna head back to my room," he said. "I
gotta birth a turd before we hit the road."
***
Alliance, NE
"This is the greatest thing I've ever seen," Mike said, awed.
"This isn't art," Tina said, even though - oddly enough - it had
been her suggestion to come here in the first place. "It's a
junkyard."
"No one's wondering about that but you," Puck told her.
"Brit, you don't like anything that has less than seven colors,"
Quinn replied, and Brittany nodded enthusiastically in full
agreement of that statement. "I think it's cool."
***
Kimball, NE
Another night, another roadside motel, another party in Puck's
room.
Rachel begged off to stay behind in her room so that she could
talk to Finn on the phone. They'd been talking everyday since
their "video date", sometimes twice a day. Every night before
they got off the phone, he told her that he wished he could
kiss her good night. Rachel wasn't sure what this meant, if
they were dating or still just friends or something in between.
It wasn't clearly defined, but she was happy to leave it that
way.
They talked for forty-five minutes, and when she got off the
phone, she went to take a shower. She had been consciously
keeping the bruise on her arm covered all day long, even
though the sweater was stifling in the summer heat. But now
that she had the room to herself, she didn't think twice about
stepping out of the bathroom with just a towel on. However, as
fate would have it, she was no longer alone.
Quinn was sitting on the bed, her face flushed red with
alcohol. She had too much to drink, and she had only wanted
to come back to the room to lie down. She didn't expect to be
confronted with a wet, towel-clad Rachel Berry.
Understandably, she didn't notice the bruise right away. Her
eyes were lingering on other parts of Rachel's body.
"Oh." Rachel shied away, tucking her arm behind her back.
"It's nothing. I had a rash. I fell. I had a rash and then I fell."
Rachel was an unfortunate liar.
But Quinn was already out the door, tearing down the hallway.
She came to Puck's door and banged on the door until Mike let
her in. Puck was in the middle of doing a shot with Brittany. He
smirked when he saw Quinn.
"Back for more, Fabray?" he raised the shot glass to her in the
gesture of a toast. Quinn certainly was in no mood for that.
She went straight for him. Quinn wasn't a big girl, but she
commanded presence when she was angry. Puck would have
stepped back if he wasn't already leaning against the wall. All
conversations in the room ceased.
"What did you do?" Her voice was cold with barely repressed
anger. Puck's face fell. He immediately knew what she was
talking about.
Puck was big and pretty strong, and Quinn wasn't, but he had
to admit that her strikes hurt. He raised his hands, trying to
shield himself as best he can, but he didn't try to stop her.
Quinn only stopped when someone else forced her to. As she
drew her hand back, she felt a hand tightly grab on to her
wrist. She turned, ready to unleash her fury on the interferer,
until she saw who it was.
"I don't care," Quinn seethed. Rachel had no doubt that Quinn
would turn around and go right back to assailing Puck if Rachel
would only let her. And as much as Rachel didn't want that to
happen, she had to admit that the thought of Quinn getting
this worked up over her was... enticing.
"We had a silly fight, but we talked about it this morning, and
he apologized. He felt terrible about it. We're okay now,"
Rachel explained. "Besides, while I appreciate the sentiment, I
really don't need you to defend me. I'm perfectly capable of
taking care of myself."
"But you take care of me." Quinn nervously bit at her bottom
lip. She was still holding on to Rachel's arm. "You always take
care of me."
Quinn drew a deep breath. "I need to try harder." She slid her
hands down from Rachel's arm to her hand. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay."
"No, it's not. But I'm going to make it okay," Quinn said. "I
want us to be friends again." It wasn't hard for Rachel to catch
the implications of that. Friends. Just friends. Rachel forced
down the lump building in her throat.
***
Until lunchtime.
***
Fort Collins, CO
A hushed pall fell over the group. They'd been expecting this.
They'd been gone two weeks now. A few of them had similar
conversations with their own parents with varying degrees of
intensity. This moment had to come sooner or later. Rachel
was, as always, prepared.
"I see," Rachel said calmly. "Is anyone else having problems
with their parents?" With some hesitation, Mercedes raised her
hand. Then Kurt. Then Matt. Rachel looked to the ones who
didn't raise their hands. Mike shrugged. Puck nodded at her,
but she already knew that he would stay. Her eyes landed on
Brittany and Santana. Brittany seemed uncertain, so she did
what she always did when she wasn't sure - she looked at
Santana, leaving her to make the decision for both of them.
Santana considered the situation. She glanced at Quinn, who
was sitting demurely, staring down at her hands in her lap.
She made up her mind.
"This will work out well then," Rachel said. "Kurt, I know that
it's a tight fit, but you can take Mercedes, Matt, Tina and Artie
back to Lima. The rest of us-"
"You guys don't have to..." Quinn started weakly, but faltered.
She tried again. "It's really not that bad..." It's really not that
bad at home, she wanted to say. But she couldn't bring herself
to say the words. God knows that Quinn's never had an
aversion to lies, but this one hurt a little too much.
"Seriously," Puck scoffed. "Life is sweet out here. What the hell
is there to do in Lima?"
As the tears welled in her eyes and all her friends found
something else to focus on so that they could pretend like they
didn't see, Quinn thought that she never loved them as much
as she did right then.
***
Boulder, CO
"Do you feel ill?" Rachel asked. "We can head back to the room
if you'd like."
"No," Rachel answered with a faint smile. "I think I like it."
Quinn returned her smile. It felt like a good moment for a hug,
so that's what she did, moving in until her arms were fully
wrapped around Rachel's torso. Her chin rested on the
brunette's shoulder. Last night Rachel had smelled of soap and
shampoo, fresh and clean like something Quinn couldn't
pollute if she had tried. Tonight, it was nothing so sterile; the
scent was like shampoo or body spray and booze and sweat
and skin and the road and grass on a sunny day and snow on
Christmas night and the wind by the seashore and everything
that was good and real. And suddenly Quinn felt it again, that
feral tug of pure unadulterated want.
She pulled away. Not very far. Just enough so she can look
Rachel in the eyes. She reached up to tuck an errant brown
lock behind Rachel's ear, then her hand trailed down along her
cheek, down to her jawline. It seemed as if everything in the
world has stopped. Slowly but not hesitatingly, Quinn leaned
in, and lightly pressed her closed lips against Rachel's. It was
so soft that it barely felt like a kiss; more like a tickle or a
brush. Rachel only sat there, not responding but not rejecting
either. When Quinn pulled away again, the confusion was
evident in Rachel's eyes.
"Why are you doing this?" Rachel's voice came out so small
and hoarse that it didn't even sound like her anymore.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked again. Quinn looked back
at her. With her hazel eyes glistening and her voice a broken
whisper, she said,
"I can't help myself." With that, her body began to tremble
and the hot tears erupted, spilling over the brim and sliding
down her cheeks.
Rachel did the only thing she could think of. She kissed Quinn,
and slowly parted her lips until their tongues languorously met
and melded in a slow waltz.
***
But then it happened again that night under almost the exact
same circumstances, just at a different motel in a different
town (Trinidad, CO). It became a nightly ritual. When everyone
else has gotten too drunk to care or notice, Quinn would drag
Rachel into the bathroom and the two of them would kiss until
one or both of them became too tired to keep going. Then
they would stagger back to their own room and pass out in
bed together.
***
U.S. Route 87
"Punch buggy!"
***
Amarillo, TX
"You're a hot chick who thinks like a dude," Puck told her.
"Which is better than a dude."
"I'm only saying that this appears to be a lot of time and effort
that could used on better things," Rachel stated.
"Organization is important!"
"For like two seconds," Santana huffed. "We dated for four
months and you still don't know my dad's name."
"Oh, like the sexting stuff after you guys broke up while he
was trying to get with me and you were with Brittany?"
"I'll get the throw-up bucket ready for you," Quinn said
cheerfully.
Brittany ate half of her steak before she started to look sick
and Santana made her stop.
Puck ate his steak, but lost when he couldn't stomach the
baked potato.
Mike finished everything and then asked what was for dessert.
"I could really go for a Kit Kat right now," Mike said.
Rachel's skin burned; she couldn't tell whether it was from the
alcohol or Quinn, although she suspected that it was a
combination of both. With every lap of Quinn's tongue against
hers, she felt a slow burn incrementally gathering in her lower
half. Her undulating hips sought contact with Quinn's,
desperate to alleviate the maddening heat. Above her, Quinn
moaned, bucking her hips downwards in kind. Rachel, who
usually kept her hands politely at Quinn's waist and over the
clothes, now felt emboldened to slip one hand underneath
Quinn's shirt. With a guttural grunt, Quinn kissed her harder,
tangling one hand in Rachel's hair to bring the brunette in
closer. Rachel inched her hand up, cupping the swell of Quinn's
breasts through her bra. As her thumb gazed over a hardened
peak, Quinn pulled back with a startled gasp.
"I can't."
"Can't... ever?"
Quinn bit the bottom of her lip, her brows furrowed in puzzled
concentration.
"Can't... now," she said slowly. "I think." Rachel nodded again.
"I understand."
***
Abilene, TX
"But S..."
Santana sighed. She hated seeing Brittany upset, but this was
one whim that she couldn't indulge. She took the blonde's
hand in hers.
"Yeah, Brit?"
"I love you too," she muttered softly against Brittany's lips.
"They do know that we're sitting right here? I mean, they can
see us?"
***
Interstate 45
"Well, he's singing about how much he wants this girl back,
but he only wants her back because she's with someone else.
There's also the line that goes, 'those pretty faces always
made you stand out in a crowd.' It's like he's saying she's ugly.
What is that?" Quinn huffed. "Also, Michael Jackson was like
ten when he sang this song. That's creepy."
"I think it means that she's more than that to him," Rachel
said, although she sounded a little uncertain. "The others are
nothing but superficial distractions. Pure physical attraction
isn't a sound basis for a relationship."
"But he still only wants her because someone else has her."
"I like to think that the other man is merely a catalyst. The
song's protagonist would have inevitably realized his error,"
Rachel answered. "Sometimes it just takes a little push for
someone to realize what they've been missing. It's a sweet
apology. I think it's romantic."
"Like who?"
"But I still think that it's creepy for a ten-year-old to sing that
song."
***
Huntsville, TX
***
Oklahoma City, OK
"Look, you got a problem with being here, you can just wheel
yourself back to Ohio," Puck snapped. "We don't need you."
Artie shrunk back, and Puck felt a little bit bad, but not bad
enough to show it.
"Hey, you guys think I like this? I want to go back too. At least
I can score in Lima. I'm horny as shit," he groused. Four girls,
and NONE of them wanted to sleep with him. It was just
fucked up. "Artie's the only one who's gotten laid on this trip."
"What?"
"Huh." Mike was contemplative. "You guys think it's weird that
two-thirds of the girls in glee club are lesbians?"
"Don't feel bad." Mike patted Puck on the back like he was a
little kid. "I'm sure it happens to a lot of guys. No one else
that I know, but lots of guys, I'm sure."
"Shut up!"
"SHUT UP!"
"You know that you can't convert them, right?" Mike teased.
"It's a valiant effort, but that there is no man's land."
"I'll stuff your head into a toilet right now if you don't shut
up!"
***
Liberal, KS
"That's sweet."
And it was. The first eleven times she heard it. Now - as much
as it made her feel guilty to admit - it was getting old. Talking
on the phone with Finn had gotten harder, especially since now
she and Quinn had developed the habit of drunkenly making
out and then passing out together in bed. But Rachel still
managed to schedule in "phone time" with Finn, or "video
time" when she could get to Artie's laptop. She might not have
tried so hard if he didn't call her so often. But he did, and she
found it impossible not to reciprocate. She got the sense that
Finn was lonely in Lima. So every night, when the girls headed
over to Puck's room, Rachel always found some excuse to stay
behind for half an hour or so, and she'd talk to Finn. If any of
them suspected, no one said anything.
"My yellow and pink diamond pattern shirt and a black skirt,"
Rachel replied automatically. "Why?"
"I was just..." Finn coughed lightly. "I was just thinking about
running my hand along your thigh... and um, uh, up that s-
skirt."
"Really?" Finn took her at face value, and his voice perked up.
With a little more confidence now, he added, "I'm kissing you.
And my hand is on, um, your... waist."
Pro: Nightly make-out sessions with Quinn has turned her into
one gigantic hormonal mess.
Con: She had nightly make-out sessions with Quinn.
Pro: Rachel liked trying new things. She would be trying new
things with Quinn if she thought that Quinn would let her. As it
was, they never ventured beyond drunken kissing and light
over-the-clothes groping.
Pro: Finn wasn't shy about wanting her whereas Quinn didn't
even want to acknowledge what they did.
"I'm sorry. I don't know where that came from. We don't have
to do any of this. I'm so sorry." He sounded eager for her
approval - desperate for it. For Rachel Berry, who had spent
the better part of last year trailing him like a lost puppy, it was
a powerful, intoxicating feeling.
He did. He told her more than that as her hand waded south.
Springer, NM
"I'm cool."
"Rachel," Artie broke in. "Why don't you guys just come back
with us?" Quinn decided that this was a good time to play with
her food. She pushed her peas around her dinner plate,
resolutely avoiding eye contact with everyone else.
"Quinn." Brittany placed her hand over Quinn's. "You know you
don't have to go back to your house. You can stay with me if
you want to." Rachel jealously thought that if Quinn were to
stay with anyone, it should be with her. But that was neither
here nor there. She had a plan to stick to.
"We appreciate your concern, but we'll be fine. Isn't that right,
Noah?"
***
Albuquerque, NM
Puck said that it would be stupid to get two rooms now that
there were only three of them left, and he was right. As usual,
he broke out the liquor as soon as he stepped through the
door and set his bag down. Rachel and Quinn drank, but with
more caution than they were used to. Rachel was afraid that
Puck would try something, and that she'd let him. She already
felt dirty for having phone sex with Finn and making out with
Quinn; Rachel wasn't a prude, but adding a third person to her
romantic repertoire would definitely be pushing the limits of
her personal ethical boundaries. Quinn, on the other hand, had
no such fears. Having made that mistake once, she knew that
she wasn't going to succumb to Puck's charms regardless of
how drunk she was. But she did have a history of doing
inappropriate things while under the influence of alcohol, and
she didn't want to molest Rachel in front of Puck.
"What are you doing?" Quinn's tone was so sharp that you
could draw blood from its edge.
"Too far." An impish smirk on his face, Puck placed his hand on
Rachel's thigh. Rachel responded with a confused, silly grin.
Quinn shot up straight. She grabbed Puck's hand and flung it
aside.
Rachel looked back and forth at Quinn and Puck, not knowing
what to say. Yes, she had to admit, she kind of liked it simply
because she's a teenage girl and Puck's an attractive guy. But
even in her inebriated state, she could tell that it wasn't the
right answer to give. Luckily, Quinn responded before she
could.
"She knows I didn't mean it!" Quinn exploded. "Now get your
fucking hands off her! I'm not going to ask again!"
"Okay, okay," Puck murmured, taking his arm away. "All right,
look, I don't even have to be involved, okay? I'll just be over
here and you two girls can, you know, just do what you
normally do." Unconsciously, he licked his lips. Rachel giggled.
Quinn groaned with disgust.
"We don't do anything, Puck. Now get back in your own bed.
And if you come back over here, I swear to our Lord Jesus
Christ that I will castrate you in your sleep."
***
Las Cruces, NM
Rachel spoke to her fathers every other day. She kept them in
the loop about where she was and what she was doing.
Although not everything that she was doing. She doubted that
her parents would approve of the nightly drinking, and while
they wouldn't care about the making-out-with-Quinn part, that
was something she wanted to keep to herself for the time
being, especially since she wasn't exactly sure what she and
Quinn were really doing. She also hadn't told them about
California. She knew that they would certainly disapprove of
that plan.
"Rachel, you know that your Dad and I have always trusted
you. And we're so proud of you for taking such a vested
interest in the welfare of your friend." Rachel's fathers had
gotten to know Quinn quite well over the summer, thanks to
the endless hours the girl spent camped out on their couch. It
wasn't difficult to see that she was in pain. They wanted to
help her, and they were happy when Rachel suggested a trip to
cheer her up. But that was before this trip evolved into a
series of endless detours all over the country.
"I think that we've been more than lenient with you about this
trip. But it's time that you started thinking about coming
back."
"She won't agree to it, and neither will her parents. They just
want to forget that any of this ever happened."
"I know, but..." But she had a plan, damn it. She knew that
she couldn't make everything better, but she firmly believed
that Quinn would be a little bit happier if she could only see
her daughter again. "Look, I'll speak with her after we get
back to Lima. I promise."
And like that, Rachel weaseled out of giving her fathers a firm
end date to her trip. But she knew that she wouldn't be able to
hold them off for much longer.
***
Roswell, NM
"Certainly not," Rachel replied. "As you can see quite clearly
from this replica, they were gray, not green."
"There's no evidence!"
"It's like talking to a tree," Quinn griped. "A very stupid tree."
***
Santa Fe, NM
"-I want to feel your mouth around me, sucking me off. It feels
amazing. You've got such an amazing mouth." Rachel's hand
worked furiously as Finn's voice poured in, his words filling her
with desire and a vague sense of shame. She hated herself a
little bit, but she couldn't stop. Puck and Quinn had gone out
to pick up dinner. She told them that she needed to call her
dads. Obviously, that didn't happen.
She was close now, but she needed that extra push to bring
her over the edge. She slid her fingers in and out of her
opening, the palm of her hand rubbing hard against her clit. It
wasn't happening. She let out a half-frustrated groan.
"Everything okay?"
"Ohgodohgod!"
"Oh god!"
"Noah..."
Rachel slid off the bed, and unsteadily started for the
bathroom. She paused by its entrance.
"I know," she said quietly. His eyes drifted to her arm. It's
been nearly two weeks, and the bruise was gone, but he
stared at it as if he could still see it.
"We're even."
Durango, CO
Puck didn't touch either of them after the first night. But he
did get into the habit of finding a reason to leave the room
(running to the store for chew, taking a phone call, going for a
jog) only to burst back in after a few minutes. He always
ended up looking disappointed when he found the girls doing
something completely innocuous.
"We. Do. NOT. Make. Out!" Quinn's face was flushed red from
rage. Rachel was a little afraid that she was going to fly across
the room and start strangling Puck.
***
In the morning, they found him in the diner across from the
motel. He was bowed over a cup of black coffee, his head
heavily propped up by the fists resting at his temple. He
looked so weary and sad that the girls couldn't muster up the
strength to scold him for staying out all night. Rachel rushed
over and instinctively wrapped her arms around him, which
made Quinn felt a sharp jolt of jealousy, but she wisely
decided that this wasn't the time for that.
This time, Rachel didn't quite know what to do. She had
anticipated the departure of their friends, but she had more or
less counted on Puck being there the whole way through. If
not for her, then certainly for Quinn. Rachel didn't have a back-
up plan for this one.
"But Noah-"
"Rach, we share the same room and you leave your crap lying
around everywhere," she said mildly. "You're not exactly some
criminal mastermind. I found your maps."
"Since Little Rock. It was the night I left the party early. I went
back to our room and I found the maps." Quinn felt compelled
to add, "I wasn't going through your things. You left the maps
sitting out on the bed." And then she went through Rachel's
stuff.
Puck rolled his eyes, but nodded at Quinn, signaling for her to
continue.
How did she not see this earlier? This was why Quinn had
heartily endorsed Kurt's plea to stay in Eureka Springs. She
was stalling. Why would Brittany want to visit a Liberty Bell
made of wheat? Or Matt wanting to visit the birthplace of Kool-
Aid? Or Mercedes and the world's largest time capsule; or Artie
and the world's largest ball of stamps; or Tina and Carhenge;
or Mike and the 72-oz steak and on and on. Every stop came
at the suggestion of a different person for no apparent reason.
One stop led to another until they had essentially driven in a
big circle around the middle of the United States. Now Rachel
realized that Quinn must have encouraged - if not downright
pushed - them into making these suggestions. Rachel would
know. She had spent the first half of the trip doing the exact
same thing. She'd been playing a game of Spy v. Spy with
Quinn and she didn't even know it. She had to admit that
Quinn out-manipulated her by leaps and bounds.
"I don't get it," Puck said blunty. "What's going on?"
***
"Give our girl a kiss from me," he whispered, and she started
to cry. Rachel started to tear up as well. That hadn't been
Puck's intention. It was hard pretending like he didn't care
about not making it to California. But Puck was good at
pretending. "So now that I'm giving you my truck, can I at
least get a kiss?"
"You're impossible."
When it was almost time to board the bus, Puck told Quinn
that he'd forgotten his chew in the truck and asked her to
bring it to him. After grumbling about what a disgusting habit
it was, Quinn went, leaving Puck alone with Rachel - which was
the whole point of Puck 'forgetting' his chew in the first place.
See, Puck could be sneaky too.
But for the time being, all she could do was nod and say in a
small voice,
"Okay."
But as it turned out, before Rachel even had the chance to tell
her, Quinn found out that very night.
***
Grand Junction, CO
When Rachel was in the shower and her phone rang and the
display said 'Finn', Quinn knew better than to answer it. But
she did it anyway.
"Finn called."
"Oh?"
Quinn started to tell her. Her mouth was open, but the words
were stuck. All the insults she wanted to hurl, all the
obscenities she wanted to scream out, all the anger she
wanted to unleash, they just sat lodged in her throat. So
instead of telling Rachel the message, she decided to show her
instead.
She closed the gap between them in two quick steps, and
pushed the brunette up against the wall. She dipped her head
down and captured a hardened peak in her mouth. She could
feel water droplets sliding off Rachel's breast and onto her
tongue. She sucked, hard. She could hear Rachel's moans,
sharp, harsh and enthused. She lifted her head, and heard
disappointed groans as her mouth left pulled away from soft
flesh, then relieved sighs as she switched her focus to the
other breast. She rolled her tongue against the underside,
lapped at the nipple in short, teasing strokes, all the while
feeling heat pooling between her legs. She pressed her fingers
hard against Rachel's hips. Her hands roamed the curves,
feeling the slick, damp skin.
With shaky hands, Rachel toweled herself dry and put on her
pajamas, struggling to comprehend what the hell had just
happened. Quinn knew about her phone calls with Finn, she
could grasp that much. But given her reaction, it was difficult
to tell whether she was actually upset about it.
When she exited the bathroom, she found Quinn sprawled out
on the bed, watching TV and cradling a bottle of Vodka that
Puck had left them. She was watching The Twilight Zone.
Rachel approached and gingerly sat down on the edge of the
bed.
"No," Quinn cut her off. She took a drink straight from the
bottle, then thrust it into Rachel's hands. "Drink." Rachel
hesitated. She didn't think that alcohol would be conducive to
the heart-to-heart in-depth discussion she and Quinn so badly
needed. Quinn sensed her reluctance and hissed at her
through gritted teeth, "Just do it, Berry."
Still, that wasn't enough for Quinn. When she pulled away
again, it was to tug her own shirt off, and for the first time,
Rachel came to see Quinn's bare breasts. If she wasn't already
wet, she certainly would be now. Rachel's hands still rested
politely on Quinn's hips. That was unacceptable. Quinn seized
Rachel's hands and roughly pulled them up. Rachel got the
hint. She cupped the soft mounds in the palm of her hands
and experimentally reached out with her thumbs, gently
flicking at the stiff nubs. The experiment went well; Quinn
arched her back, pushing her hips harder into Rachel's. Her
moan was nearly primal.
"What?"
"What?"
***
Interstate 15
"Of course."
"Nail clippers."
"...Oh."
***
They decided to check in at the hotel first before they did their
sightseeing. They agreed that they would take fifteen minutes
to rest and freshen up before they headed over to Temple
Square for the afternoon.
Naturally, an hour later, they were still in the room and making
out on the bed. Neither was sure how it happened, but it
seemed to have happened by accident: a step too close led to
an accidental brushing which led to bodies leaning in which led
to lips meshed together and tangled limbs and stumbling on to
the closest soft surface. Their clothes were still intact, but each
were dimly aware that that wouldn't be the circumstance for
long. Rachel's body felt prickly hot, so much so that the soft
cotton of her clothes felt like burlap against her skin. She
itched to get out of them, but she waited for Quinn to make
the move. The anticipation built and built within her until she
was so anxious for it that when Quinn finally pried at the edge
of her shirt, she involuntarily jerked at the sensation of
Quinn's fingers against her skin.
Quinn pulled back, her hands stopping, uncertain of how to
interpret Rachel's startled movement. Rachel saw Quinn's
hesitancy, but misread the cause of it. It occurred to Rachel
that they've never done this sober. She thought that maybe
Quinn was losing her nerve without a little liquid courage.
Neither moved. They were both waiting for the other one to do
something. Finally, Rachel spoke up:
"D- did you want something to drink?" Truth be told, she felt a
little ashamed for the suggestion. It felt wrong, but when
Rachel Berry wanted something this badly, she wasn't above
some slightly underhanded tactics. Quinn opened her mouth,
like she was trying to find the right answer but she wasn't sure
what it was.
"No," she said at last, and Rachel felt a flood of relief. "Do
you?" Rachel shook her head.
"Rachel."
"Yes?"
"This is never going to happen if you don't shut up."
Then Rachel was quiet. To make sure that she stayed that way,
Quinn found a good use for her mouth by sealing it with her
own. They moved slowly against one another, trying not to
break too far apart as they pulled off their clothes and slipped
under the covers. For a little while, they just kissed,
alternating between gentle and passionate, unhurried and
frenzied. At times they pushed against one another as if
waging a vicious battle; at other times, they explored each
other's bodies with the delicacy of handling a fragile object.
Quinn dipped two fingers into the folds, and Rachel shuddered
pleasurably at the sensation. Quinn awkwardly felt around
until she reached the small, hard nub she was looking for. She
rubbed lightly in a semi-circle, and heard Rachel emit a heavy,
pained sigh. Quinn continued this movement, on occasion
introducing a light pinch or an up-and-down motion. She
looked down in amazement at the expression on Rachel's face:
eyes squeezed tight, mouth agape, a slight wince coming on
from time to time. Her fingers dipped south, pressing up
against Rachel's opening. Rachel opened her eyes. Quinn could
feel her body tensing.
"Okay."
"Okay."
"Quinn."
"Do you want me to stop?" She was already slowing down, but
Rachel shook her head fiercely.
"Oh."
When the last ecstatic wave finally passed, Quinn slowly pulled
her fingers out, and settled heavily against the smaller girl,
who still had her hands curled about Quinn's neck. Quinn
thought about going to the bathroom to clean up, but when
she started to move, Rachel griped onto her tightly.
"No," she whimpered. "No, don't go. Please. Stay with me.
Please stay."
After all this time on the road, nothing seemed real anymore.
***
Twin Falls, ID
"Message deleted."
***
Weatherby, OR
"Very well," she said evenly as yet another ball struck her. "I'll
just have to take matters into my own hands." Quinn was
nearly doubled over with laughter by this point until she heard
what Rachel said. She straightened up quickly.
But Rachel was already halfway there. The boy was clutching
another ball in his hands. When she approached, he squealed,
flung the ball at her, and retreated further into the ball pit.
Quinn gaped as Rachel took off her shoes and climbed right
into the pit. The boy threw another ball. This one Rachel
caught.
"I know that your mental faculties are still at the prepubescent
stage, but I'd like for you to try and follow along. People don't
like it when you throw things at them, regardless of what your
intentions are. Now, I see your parents over there with a
number of children, whom I presume to be your siblings. That
must be difficult for you. Perhaps you feel that you're
constantly in competition with your siblings for your parents'
affection and that's why you resort to such attention-seeking
behavior. However, I'm afraid that this type of behavior will not
earn you very many friends." She held the ball out to him.
"Next time, perhaps you should try a simple hello."
"So?"
"So?"
"So?"
"You're annoying."
In response, Rachel threw the ball that she still held in her
hands. It bounced off Quinn's forehead, leaving Quinn looking
surprised and indignant.
"Hey!" Okay, so that wasn't the best comeback she's ever had.
"So what? Nobody here knows us," Rachel said. "And nobody
cares." That was true. The only other costumers were busy
trying to restrain their hoard of children; the only employee
who seemed to be there hadn't looked up from his phone
once. Rachel's words were an epiphany to Quinn.
***
Kennewick, WA
She received a text from Finn that read, hey what u up 2?? It
annoyed her that he couldn't type out full words.
She hadn't been taking any of his calls. It would have felt
really wrong to carry on with him the way she did before.
Although Rachel never talked about it with Quinn, she was
relatively certain that the blonde didn't like the things that
Rachel was doing with him. It was Rachel's natural instinct to
call Finn and explain the situation to him in great detail, except
that she was also relatively certain that Quinn didn't want their
situation explained. So in the end, the only thing she could do
was to ignore him. She felt guilty for doing it. But then she
thought of Quinn. She chose her side.
She read the text again. Then, without replying, she hit delete.
***
Seattle, WA
They had gotten into Seattle late last night, and they had a
plan to spend the morning touring the city before they went
off to their next destination.
Quinn held her hand out. She crooked her index finger,
beckoning Rachel forth. The brunette fidgeted uneasily, unsure
of what was happening. Being with Quinn was not unlike being
with a bipolar tiger on cocaine. You just never knew what she
was going to do next. But sometimes that was part of the
thrill. Rachel approached cautiously.
She pressed the pillow against her face to muffle her screams
while Quinn experimentally burrowed her tongue in, deep as
she can, before pulling out and turning her attention back to
Rachel's clit. It was as if Quinn couldn't make up her mind on
what she wanted to do. She alternated between both while she
decided. She took her sweet time in doing so, all the while
Rachel was grunting and wailing desperately for release.
Rachel no longer cared about taking care not to thrust her hips
in Quinn's face; she was bucking every which way, just dying
for the climax.
Quinn chuckled, the hot air from her breath tickling Rachel's
skin.
***
Bellingham, WA
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she repeated again and again.
"I'm so sorry, but I had to-"
"Young lady, you have lost your mind. School is starting soon!
I will get on a plane and drag you back home if I have to."
Rachel pleaded and begged. In the end, she simply outright
refused.
"Rachel." Her Dad sounded so calm that it was scary. "If you
don't come back right now, we will cancel your credit card. And
then when you get home, we will forbid you from seeing Quinn
ever again because this girl is obviously a terrible influence on
you."
Rachel was silent. She could hear the shower being turned off,
and knew that she couldn't carry on this conversation for much
longer. She took a deep breath, and said,
And for the first time in her life, Rachel hung up on her
fathers.
They called back later that night. Quinn had already fallen
asleep, and Rachel stepped into the hallway to take the call.
"Bubbala, I'm sorry," her Dad said gently. "I was wrong to
speak to you like that. A family doesn't use threats. A family
communicates with one another. Your Daddy and I are trying
very hard to understand your motivations, but you have to
help us out here. Can you do that?"
Already tearing up, Rachel couldn't help the sobs that broke
out now. Almost against her will, the words spilled out amidst
choked tears,
"I love her." Her throat burned as she gasped for air. "I'm in
love with her. I love her."
***
"Canada's half an hour away," Quinn remarked the next
morning at breakfast. Her unfolded map took up half of the
table.
"Yes," Rachel answered idly. She had yet to tell Quinn about
the conversation she had with her dads last night. She had
told her dads everything, but their sympathies only went as far
as letting her take Quinn to Bakersfield. She had to stop
roaming, stop making random detours. Vacation was over.
"Live in Vancouver?"
"A lumberjack?"
"That'd be fine."
They fell silent, smiling at each other. It was all very silly, but
it made them feel better for a little while.
"We have to go." Rachel's voice was soft and wistful. Quinn
nodded.
"Okay."
***
Salem, OR
Rachel had her fingers buried deep within Quinn's heat, slowly
pumping in and out while she kissed Quinn, their tongues
leisurely overlapping in delicate, sensuous strokes. She twisted
her hand to brush her thumb against Quinn's clit, and elicited
a soft, mewling cry from Quinn's throat. Her curiosity piqued,
Rachel pulled away from Quinn's lips and kissed along the
blonde's cheek and jawline until she reached the neck. She
gently sucked at Quinn's throat and once again pressed her
thumb against that little bundle of nerves. Quinn moaned
again, and Rachel felt the vibrations against her lips.
"Rachel," Quinn said. It's all she ever said, but as the word
rippled through Rachel's body, she heard want in its tone and
need in its pitch. As she did, Rachel felt a heavy weight on her
chest, crawling up to her throat. She tried to push it back
down. She wouldn't - couldn't - let Quinn see her like that. In
general, Rachel felt things intensely, so much so that it tended
to scare other people, and she knew it. She couldn't let Quinn
see how much all of this meant to her, for fear that Quinn
would grow frightened and then cold.
Quinn's hand found its way down to Rachel's entrance, and she
gingerly slipped her digits inside. Then the two of them were
joined together in a rapturous push-and-pull, buried deep
within each other. It was too much for Rachel, the sensation of
being inside Quinn and Quinn inside her. Her heart swelled
painfully with love and the heavy sensation in her breast
bubbled violently in an uncontrollable wave of emotions. She
bit down hard on her bottom lip to stop those three, little
poisonous words from rushing out. But as her orgasm took her
over and her body spasmed with pleasure, she couldn't help
the tears that spilled out.
"I'm sorry," she said through stifled sobs. Sorry for the crying.
Sorry for concocting a crazy trip for Quinn to make her feel
better only to drag her back home again. Sorry for being
hopelessly, stupidly in love with her. Sorry for not being able to
say any of it out loud.
"It's okay. It's okay." Quinn hushed her as she wiped away the
tears with her thumbs. She was just grateful for the darkness
and Rachel's tears masking her own.
***
Willows, CA
"You don't think what we just did was a sufficient exercise for
my mouth?"
"I know you're not tired from that. Come on, sing me a song. I
can't sleep." Bakersfield was less than a day's drive away.
They could be there tomorrow. Of course she couldn't sleep.
"Show me, show me, how you do that trick. The one that
makes me scream, she said. The one that makes me laugh,
she said."
"I know what I said." Quinn sounded very irritated. "But don't
sing it if you don't mean it."
"I mean it," Rachel said. "Just because Artie used it first
doesn't mean that he's the only one who has those kinds of
feelings." Quinn now looked a little embarrassed.
"Okay," she said, trying to be casual. "You can sing it." Rachel
smiled, kissed Quinn's lips, then resumed singing.
"Why are you so far away, she said. Why won't you ever know
that I'm in love with you."
Quinn closed her eyes and listened to the rest of the song in
silence as she allowed herself to relax. The last thing she
heard before she fell asleep was Rachel's voice in her ear,
softly crooning,
"Alone above a raging sea that stole the only girl I loved, and
drowned her deep inside of me."
***
Fresno, CA
They were less than two hours away from Bakersfield. But
Quinn grew paler the closer they got, and so Rachel finally
suggested that they spend the night in Fresno and started
fresh tomorrow. After all, they'd had a long day.
"I spoke to the Baums," Rachel told her. Quinn had asked her
to call. "They're expecting us tomorrow." When Quinn didn't
respond, Rachel sighed and said, "If you-"
"I want to go," Quinn said curtly. "So stop asking." She was
lying on the bed, staring up blankly at the ceiling above.
Rachel sat down on the edge. By now she's figured out that
whenever Quinn took to staring at empty spaces, it was a bad
sign.
"Did I make everything worse?" Her voice was small and tight
with worry. Quinn looked over with confusion, so Rachel
proceeded to explain. "I was only trying to help, but now I
think I've just made everything worse for you. They all said
that this was a bad idea."
"Who's they?"
"No," Quinn said. Then she thought about it, and she
momentarily struggled with whether to tell the whole truth. In
the end, she thought that Rachel would appreciate the
honesty. "But I don't know if you really made it better."
"What?"
"Finn. When I asked him to come on the trip. He said that I'm
just a dead, rotten piece of wood for you to grab on to as you
were drowning."
"You know he didn't mean anything by it," Quinn now said. "He
wasn't trying to be hurtful."
"I know that." Rachel gave Quinn an odd look as she wondered
where the hell that came from.
"I think his opinion means more to you than Artie's or Kurt's,"
she said. "And that's okay. His opinion means a lot to me too,
even if he won't talk to me anymore."
***
Bakersfield, CA
Quinn raked her nails over the leather of the armrest, over and
over again until she made marks in them. Puck was probably
going to yell at her for that when he found out, but neither girl
could be bothered to think of that now. Quinn had been like
this all day: jittery, cagey, going off the walls. She was
practically hyperventilating when they passed the sign that
read "Bakersfield - 30 miles". Several times, Rachel wanted to
ask her if she was sure that she wanted to go, but Quinn had
already made it clear that she didn't want to be asked
anymore. So Rachel just drove on.
Their phones buzzed at the same time just as they drove past
the city limits. Quinn checked hers first.
"You thought that Puck was making small talk with you about
our itinerary."
"Sup, ladies?"
"What are you doing here?" were the first words out of Quinn's
mouth. There was no menace to her tone; she was simply too
curious to hold back.
"I came to see my kid. You didn't think I'd miss that, did you?"
"But what about your mom?" Quinn asked with worry. "What
about the pool cleaning business? How did you pay for the
plane ticket?"
Quinn was glad to see Puck. However, she had some valid
concerns to address before she could allow herself to relax and
celebrate his presence. She wasn't prone to paranoia, but she
knew him well. She wouldn't put it past him to deal drugs, rob
a bank or kidnap people and harvest their kidneys to sell on
the black market in order to pay for a plane ticket to get here.
It was sweet, in Puck's own way. Sweet and highly illegal.
"...But in the end, we were still a little short," Puck told them.
Quinn felt her chest seize with anxiety. Here it comes. He was
going to tell her that he'd been reduced to selling black tar
heroin to elementary school children or something equally
outlandish. "But there's this guy who spent all summer
working as a lifeguard. He had a lot saved up because all his
friends were on a trip that he was too much of a loser to go
on. He lent me the rest, but there was just one catch."
"Hey, guys!" And there, in all his tall, doofy glory, was Finn
Hudson, with an easy grin stretched from ear to ear.
***
On the way to the car, Finn and Quinn walked ahead while
Rachel and Puck trailed behind.
Finn was even taller than Quinn remembered him. They hadn't
seen each other in months, and Quinn wondered if it was
possible that he was still growing. She was suddenly thankful
that the baby wasn't Finn's. Just trying to imagine pushing a
Finn-sized baby out of her vagina made her shiver in fear and
pain.
"So I heard."
"Look, I know that you've been having a hard time and all with
giving up the baby for adoption and everything and I know
that I haven't been around for any of it, but it was just... you
know..." He shrugged heavily. "I'm sorry I didn't help."
"You would have to forgive me." Quinn's voice was small and
uncertain.
"That's, um, that's all right," she replied, trying not to sound
too casual about it. "Really. I'm good with friends." Relief
flooded Finn's features as a smile started to spread across his
face.
***
"I don't care," Quinn said flatly. She seemed more interested
in the flower petals than in what Rachel had to say.
***
The four of them had been sitting in the parked car for twenty
minutes.
"We'll pick you up when you're ready," Rachel told her. "Just
give us a call." Quinn nodded. Finn and Rachel watched as
Puck and Quinn walked up to the front door and rang the
doorbell. The door was opened almost instantly, and the
embarrassed, frightened teenagers were ushered inside with
excited chattering from their hosts. Finn looked over at Rachel.
"So, um, what do you want to do now?" His smile was shy and
nervous. There was a time, not too long ago, when Rachel
would have been taken in by that. She would have melted into
a puddle at his feet, flung her arms around his neck and cried
out, "Whatever you want to do with me!" But that was then.
"Um, alright."
"Did you come here for me?" Her tone was accusing, which
puzzled Finn a great deal. He knew something was wrong
because she had been ignoring his calls and texts; he just
didn't know what. He thought that things had been going well
between them. Then one day, she simply stopped responding
to him. He was in a panic and about to call the police when
Puck told him that she and Quinn were both fine. To prove it,
Finn watched as Puck texted them both an off-color joke. They
both responded within five minutes with appropriate disgust.
So that was how Finn found out that Rachel was ignoring him.
It hurt more than he thought it would have.
"I came here for Quinn," he replied honestly. "I saw how
everyone was pitching in to help and there I was, sitting on my
ass all summer. I wanted to be here for her. Besides... I spent
a long time thinking that Drizzle was mine. I kinda want to see
how she turned out." He added an awkward shrug. "But...
yeah, it crossed my mind that you'd be here and I can ask you
why you haven't been responding to any of my calls or texts.
What the hell, Rachel? I thought you were dead!"
For the second time in one night, Rachel felt the overwhelming
burden of guilt.
---
Quinn called around 10 p.m., so Finn and Rachel left the diner
they were sitting in to pick them up. Quinn and Puck got into
the backseat quietly. Quinn's eyes were red and it was obvious
that she had been crying. Rachel resisted the urge to ask how
it went. No one said a word on the drive back.
They all stayed in the same hotel room to save some money.
Initially, Rachel had been afraid that this arrangement would
result in bloodshed. As it turned out, she had nothing to worry
about.
Rachel sat on the bed with a book in her lap, staring at the
words but not seeing them.
The four of them sat in that little room, pointedly avoiding eye
contact or acknowledgment of one another as each stewed in
their own private miseries. They were engulfed in silence, the
air permeated with the tension of unspoken resentment.
***
The Baums allowed the teenagers to take the baby out for the
day. They went to the Valley Plaza Mall, idly pushing the
stroller through the open-air walkways, enjoying the good
weather and focusing more on the baby than the stores.
"Of course she is. What'd you expect?" Puck boasted. "She's
got a hot mama and a fine stud for a dad. My little tyke's
going to grow up to be a heartbreaker."
"Don't flatter yourself," Quinn said dryly. "We're lucky that the
Fabray genes overpowered the Puckerman genes. I was afraid
she'd come out spitting tobacco and cursing up a storm."
As Puck gazed wistfully into his child's eyes, the other three
teenagers shifted awkwardly on their feet, not knowing what
to say. Suddenly, Puck sniffed, then scrunched up his nose in
disgust. He held the baby out at arm's length and turned his
head away.
"Noah! Don't hold her out like that! You're going to give her a
complex." Rachel took the baby from him. She held the girl
close to her, even though the baby did stink quite badly.
"Don't talk to her like that!" Finn snapped at him. Puck looked
at him with bewilderment and a hint of irritation.
"I said don't talk to her like that!" Finn yelled at Puck again.
"Okay, you don't talk to her like that," Quinn said pointedly to
him.
"How about we all stop yelling? Let's all just calm down and
take a deep breath," Rachel suggested. She shifted the baby
from one arm to the other. "She still needs to be changed."
"There's a restroom back that way," Quinn said. She looked to
Puck and Finn, who were still scowling at one another. "Try not
to kill each other."
But as soon as Rachel and Quinn were out of sight, Puck spat
out,
"No, you've been acting like a dick all day." And they had been
getting along so well too. If Puck was the sort of guy to admit
that he had feelings, he might say that his was a little bruised.
"What the fuck? We gonna talk about it or are you just going
to keep on being a pussy?"
Now that was too much for Finn. He had held his tongue out of
deference for Quinn and the baby. It hadn't seemed like the
right time for a confrontation. But he'd be damned before he
just stood there while Puck insulted him. He drew his fist back
and decked his friend across the face. Puck staggered back.
When he gained his bearings, his face was set rigidly with cold
fury. As much as he liked having Finn as his best friend again,
this was the third time that he's gotten smacked in the face on
this trip and he was really sick of getting his ass kicked.
Besides, while there was no question that he had deserved the
first two ass-kickings, he had no idea what this one was even
about. Puck resolved to get to the bottom of this mystery. But
not before he tackled Finn to the ground. The boys twisted and
wrestled as they flailed their fists about. More often than not,
their punches missed each other. It wasn't a particularly manly
fight. In the end, it's Finn who shoved Puck away.
"So you gonna tell me what bug you've got up your ass or
what?" Finn didn't reply right away. He thought that maybe
he'd just ignore that mohawked douchebag, but in the end, his
desire for a confrontation won out.
"You know what you did," Finn said scathingly. "It wasn't
enough for you to go after Quinn? You had to have Rachel
too?"
"Dude, that was months ago! And you were still with Quinn
then!"
"Hey, asshole. What the fuck are you going on about?" Puck
questioned irritably. "You're not making any sense."
"Rachel's in love with you!" Finn flared. "She told me!" Well,
that was certainly news to Puck.
"Look, man, I know that math isn't really your strong suit. But
there's only four of us here. It's not you, and it's definitely not
me," Puck said. "Figure it out, Einstein."
Sure, he knew that Quinn and Rachel had been spending a lot
of time together this summer, even before the road trip, but
he figured that it was only because Quinn had no one else to
turn to and Rachel was Rachel. He thought that the two of
them had an awkward, tenuous friendship out of necessity and
mutual loneliness. Since Finn always refused to be anywhere
Quinn was near, he never got to see the two girls interact, and
his misconceptions went uncorrected. He never dreamed that
the two of them could be actual friends, let alone anything
more. Because, really, who would have thought? It was Quinn
and Rachel. He thought that they had nothing in common
besides himself and glee club.
"Do you think..." Finn swallowed hard. "Do you think that they
were sleeping together?"
"I sure as hell hope so," Puck chortled. His laughter died when
he saw the pained expression on Finn's face. "What?"
"We had a date in Tulsa," Finn said. When Puck looked baffled,
Finn gave him a quick explanation of the video date he'd had
with Rachel.
"...And since then we've been talking on the phone a lot and
doing stuff," Finn finished.
"Yeah, I know all about that stuff," Puck smirked. "But come
on, man. Sex isn't dating. Especially phone sex. Did you ask
her to be your girlfriend?"
"No, but she does," Finn answered. "We all know that."
"So let me get this straight. Because Rachel Berry was in love
with you last year, you assumed that she'd still be in love with
you. And you thought that the two of you would automatically
be in a relationship because you had some fake date with her
over the internet and some phone sex."
"It's this stupid trip," Finn said miserably. "If I only came on
this trip, maybe it'd be different." Puck nudged him to alert
him to the presence of the approaching girls. Rachel was still
fawning over the baby and, in turn, Quinn.
"Actually, dude," Puck said in a low voice. "I don't think either
of us ever had much of a chance."
***
Puck chomped through his burger noisily and minded his own
business.
***
"I don't know," Quinn said frankly. She gazed at the paint
canisters before her with anguish, as if this was the hardest
choice she's ever had to make. It was their last day in
Bakersfield, and the Baums invited them over to paint the
baby's room. They had already painted the room before the
baby's arrival, but this was a kind gesture. They would let
Quinn decorate the walls of her baby's room. The Baums
thought that it'd be better if their daughter grew up with
something her birth mother left her. So Quinn, with Rachel's
help, designed a simple mural - a red wavy strip of musical
notes - for the wall. Now Finn and Rachel were drawing its
outline in charcoal while Puck and Quinn picked out a color to
paint the rest of the room with.
"It's a color," Puck said impatiently. "You can't pick the wrong
one."
"But what if she doesn't like it?" Quinn whispered. "It's the
only thing she has to remember me by."
"It's not the only thing," Puck said. "You'll give her other
presents and shit when you visit." Quinn gave him a look he
couldn't decipher.
"I've decided." Her voice was quiet and calm. "I won't be
coming back here. I can't tell you what to do, but I don't think
you should either." This certainly came as a surprise to him.
He momentarily struggled to comprehend this, but in the end,
he decided just to ask.
"She deserves a normal life. She's not going to have that with
her birth parents coming around three or four times a year. I
don't want to force that on her."
"The Baums will tell her about us. When she's old enough, she
can decide for herself if she wants a relationship with us. If
and when she does, we'll come back. Until then, I think we
should stay away and let her have a normal childhood. Or at
least as normal a childhood as anyone can have," Quinn said
evenly. "But I can't tell you what to do."
Puck thought this over. Finally, he nodded in assent. He wasn't
terribly keen on the idea, but what Quinn said made sense to
him. Then again, Puck was never very good at these kinds of
decisions. If Quinn had said that she thought it was a good
idea to dip the baby head-to-toe in chocolate and set her free
into the wild, he'd probably go along with that too.
"That's not what I'm talking about. Honestly, I think she might
like it when you're being a bitch." It was the only logical
explanation Puck could come up with for Rachel Berry. "But
don't string her along. She still thinks that the two of you are
going to be together when you get back to Lima."
"I never said that I didn't want her," Quinn answered in a small
voice.
Quinn nodded numbly. But there was still one more thing she
needed to know.
***
In the end, Quinn went with the French beige. They spent the
rest of the day at the Baum house, alternating between
painting and playing with the baby. The day went by much
faster than it should have. Soon it was dark, then it was late,
and they had to leave. In the morning, they were to drive back
to Lima.
As she was on her way out of the house, she spotted the
unused canister of sunglow gold. Inspiration seized her. She
grabbed the canister and a small brush, and dashed back up
the stairs to the baby's room. There, underneath the red
musical notations, she added a gold star.
She couldn't really explain why she did it, but it just felt right.
***
The two of them left the hotel room for a walk down the
street. It took a few minutes of silence for Quinn to work up
the courage and strength to speak.
"Are you okay with that?" Rachel couldn't disguise her worried
tone. Her concern made everything that much harder.
And it's like someone told Rachel Berry that she'd won the lead
in the Broadway revival of Funny Girl or something, because
her face lit up with unrestrained joy. That grin might as well
have been a plunged dagger in Quinn's heart. She could
already feel the lump in her throat, the tears gathering behind
her eyes.
"I want you to know that I don't regret anything," Quinn
continued in a quivering voice. "I need you to know how much
all of this meant to me. You, especially." And there it was. The
edges of Rachel's smile faltered with uncertainty. Because
while Rachel might be socially inept, she wasn't stupid.
"I know." There was caution in Rachel's voice. She knew what
was coming. She knew and she didn't want to. This was an
oncoming train but all she could do was stand there and watch
and wait for the collision.
"You know that we can't carry on the way we've been," Quinn
said. "We have to stop."
"Why not?"
"You know why." Quinn could feel the tears falling, slowly
trailing its way down her cheek. She didn't wipe it away. The
simplest actions seemed impossible right now.
Quinn didn't want to get into that debate. She didn't expect
Rachel to understand it. For Rachel, love was the end-all be-all
to any scenario. Love conquered all. Love shall overcome.
Quinn knew better than that.
"I think we're way past that now." Rachel knew that she had
treated Finn appallingly. He had been stoic when she told him
that they couldn't be together anymore, but she could tell that
he was hurt. Her actions towards Finn had been regrettable,
but it was too late to take it back. All she could do now was
resolve to make it up to him in the future - as a friend.
"And you want him." Quinn didn't have the right to sound
dejected about that, but she did anyway. She couldn't help it.
"Quinn-"
In one short year, Quinn's life had been turned upside down.
Her sophomore year had been filled with trials and tribulations
that most people never encounter in a lifetime. The idea of
having her junior year plagued with the scandal of coming out
- with Rachel Berry as her girlfriend, no less - that wasn't an
easy concept to swallow. On top of that, Quinn knew how
people like her parents operated. To fall in love with someone
of the same gender was worse than social ostracization, worse
than premarital sex, worse than getting knocked up at sixteen
and giving up the baby for adoption. And Quinn was
surrounded by people like her parents. It was her entire
community, it was her life, and it was all she's ever known.
"But you don't know that. You don't know any of that." Rachel
was surprisingly calm, although it took every inch of her
resolve to be that way. "You don't know what the future holds,
Quinn."
Quinn had to acknowledge that was true. But then so was this:
"But, maybe," Quinn said. "Maybe I just don't think that you're
worth the risk."
***
It was 2 a.m. when the girls finally got back to the room.
Bullhead City, AZ
They had pulled off the highway to stop for lunch and gas.
They no longer had any reason to stay out on the road, and
since school was starting soon, they all agreed to head straight
back to Lima with minimal stops. But with 2,300 miles in
between them, it was still going to be a few days before they
got back. The entire car ride that day had been spent in
silence, and Finn thought that if he had to suffer through the
awkward silence, he should at least get to know what was
going on.
"Yeah, but when I said that, I was thinking more like Quinn
would pull your hair out for all the lying and stuff," Finn said.
"I didn't expect... you know, lesbian drama." Rachel felt a jolt
of surprise, but only because she had never spoken frankly
about this topic with Finn before.
"Me too," Rachel said with a small, sad nod. "I'm sorry that I
didn't tell you. I should have been honest with you from the
beginning."
Finn shrugged. It hurt, and it was going to hurt for a while, but
he could tell that the girls were in more pain than he was. If
there was ever a time to put aside his own miseries for the
sake of his friends, it was now.
"So, um... I guess you're pretty set on Quinn?"
"Pretty set."
"Passing fancy?"
"Yeah, that."
***
Holbrook, AZ
***
Amarillo, TX
The next night they ended up staying at the same motel they
stayed at when they passed through last time. By sheer
coincidence, it was the same room that Rachel and Quinn had
before. Quinn stepped inside, took one look at the room (at
the bed) and announced that she was going for a walk.
"No, thank you," Quinn said politely. She left the room quickly
and quietly; Rachel was thankful that she did.
"Prove it."
"Can't... ever?"
Quinn bit the bottom of her lip, her brows furrowed in puzzled
concentration.
***
Interstate 44
Rachel leaned forward in her seat and touched her hand to his
shoulder. Without turning around, Finn patted her hand
reassuringly, as if saying, No, really, I'm okay.
"Oh, god. Will you two cut that out?" Puck barked from the
driver's seat. "You guys are killing me here with that shit."
***
Rolla, MO
It was their last night out on the road. Tomorrow, they would
be back in Lima. Back to their lives. Back to normal, if you
could call it that.
Puck didn't think that it was possible for things to get any
more awkward, but he was wrong. He did his best to ignore
the situation by putting on his headphones and blasting Guns
n' Roses, but even Slash's shredding couldn't cut through the
stiflingly thick tension that hung in the air. Not even the
swimsuit models in the Sports Illustrated he was leafing
through could distract him from the obviously overwhelming
pressure. Finn, playing a game on his PSP, was not immune
either; he kept fidgeting in his seat and nervously looking up
at the girls every two minutes, like he was just waiting for the
dam to break.
"You guys are-" Puck stopped himself. For once in his life, he
decided to employ some tact. It didn't seem like it would make
things less awkward by pointing out how awkward everything
was. "I'm hungry," he said instead. "I'm going to go grab a
burger. Finn, let's go."
"I'm not really hungry," Finn answered. "I mean, we just ate-"
Finn paused by the door on his way out, glancing down at the
PSP he held in his hand.
Puck seized the taller boy by his shoulder, yanked the door
open and roughly shoved him out. He gave the girls a short
wave, then tumbled out himself, closing the door behind him.
Then finally, Rachel and Quinn were alone. But neither knew
what to say or do. There was so much that needed to be say,
and much more that couldn't be said. Quinn inhaled shakily.
"We should talk," she said. "We can't go back to Lima like this.
We need to be able to get along, for the sake of glee - and our
friends."
Rachel could only nod numbly, the motion so slight that it was
almost imperceptible. Quinn stood, made her way to Rachel's
side of the bed and sat down next to her, close but not
intimately so.
"Tell me," Rachel demanded. "Tell me that you don't want me.
Tell me that you don't need me." Quinn's eyes welled with
tears. She opened her mouth to speak, but only a strangled
cry escaped.
"You can't do it, can you?" Rachel twisted her fingers against
Quinn's inner walls. "You can't do it because you love me. You
love me." Quinn shook her head fervently. "And I love you."
And to show her how much, Rachel pulled her fingers out and
scrambled down, quickly seeking out Quinn's center with her
mouth. She dove in hungrily. Her tongue swirled and her lips
sucked with even more enthusiasm than usual. She needed
Quinn to feel this. She needed Quinn to understand what she
was giving up. She needed to make this one count.
---
Lima, OH
Her fathers were sitting in the living room when she got home,
having their bedtime snack of milk and cookies. They looked
up as she entered, watching as she dropped her bags in the
foyer, then wearily stumbled over to the couch, and into her
Dad's arms.
That was all it took for her to become unraveled. She broke
down; her small frame rattled with irrepressible sobs. Her
Daddy quickly got up from his seat and went to her side,
wrapping his arms around her. Rachel wept openly and
riotously, unleashing all of her frustrations and pains in the
arms of two loving parents. Her Dad stroked her hair while her
Daddy rubbed her back; they said nothing, they just allowed
their daughter to grieve. When Rachel finally settled down, her
Daddy brought her a glass of warm milk and a plate of
chocolate chip cookies. Rachel sank into the couch, physically
and emotionally exhausted, resting her head against her Dad's
shoulder.
The house was dark and silent when Quinn got home.
She wanted to get to bed without waking her parents up, but
when she attempted to tiptoe up the stairs, the door to her
parents' bedroom creaked open. Russell Fabray stood in its
entrance in his bathrob, hair disheveled and clutching a
baseball bat in his hands. When he saw Quinn, the hostile
gleam disappeared from his eyes, and it was replaced by
something more like indifference.
"Sorry to disappoint."
"Don't get smart with me," Russell said sharply. "It's late. Get
to bed."
With that, he went back into his room, closing the door behind
him. He hadn't even bothered to ask her where she'd been.
She could pretend like that didn't hurt her, but the truth was
that he was her father and she would never stop being hurt by
his callousness. Through the closed door, she could hear her
mother's voice and her father's reply:
***
Their junior year began two days later.
Rachel and Quinn didn't talk to each other, not even during
glee practice. They shared an unspoken understanding where
they both agreed that it would be easier for them to ignore
one another - or at least pretend to, because the truth is that
neither girl could stop glancing at the other out of the corner
of her eyes.
It hurt Rachel the most when she saw that blank, vaguely
forlorn expression on Quinn's face. It was the same she had
worn during the summer, camped out in front of the Berrys'
television watching The Twilight Zone.
It was like nothing had changed for Quinn at all. And this time,
Rachel was all out of moves.
***
Now that they were out in the open, Brittany and Santana
decided to tackle what they dubbed the "Coach Sylvester
Problem" head-on. They arranged to meet her together in her
office on the first day of school before Cheerios practice. They
weren't sure what to expect, or what would happen when
Coach Sylvester found out that two of her cheerleaders were
involved. They had the faint idea that it wouldn't be anything
good. Brittany loved cheerleading, Santana loved the social
status that cheerleading gave her, and the idea of being forced
to quit the Cheerios was abhorrent to both. But they agreed
that the idea of giving up one another was worse.
"Do you have any designs to cut your hairs, stop bathing and
dress yourselves in oversized cardigans until you both
resemble the sexless, androgynous, unholy lovechild of William
Schuester and Justin Bieber?"
"Then I fail to see why or how I should care about any of this.
Congratulations, this meeting has proven to be a bigger waste
of time than the time I saw Scott Baio at the Lima mall and
flirted with him for an hour before I realized that he was just
some lawyer from Orange County shilling his law blog."
***
"You owe me," Finn said, and Quinn sighed with light
exasperation.
She liked Finn - really, she did. When all was said and done,
even if their romantic ventures were no more, she wanted to
keep him as a friend. But the boy was so hopeless sometimes;
his naivete sorely tested Quinn's patience and she was already
worn out to begin with by everything else.
"Yes, you will." To save them both a lot of time, Finn opened
the door, and pushed her through.
"Quinn, you need to get your crap together," Finn told her. "I'm
sick of watching you mope. You need to talk to someone."
"You can't make me," answered Quinn stubbornly.
But Quinn's guilt only took her so far, and she now faced Finn
with a defiant, determined look.
"No."
Finn took a step closer, lowering his voice so that Ms. Pillsbury
couldn't hear him.
"If you don't do this, I will tell the whole school what you did
with Rachel on your summer vacation."
"Watch me." His voice was cold and his eyes were devoid of
sympathy. Quinn had never seen him like that before. She had
no way of knowing that Finn actually felt like he was about to
pee his pants. He would never cross Quinn like that. For one,
he wasn't that cruel. For two, he would like to live out the rest
of his natural life with his genitals firmly attached to his body,
thank you very much. But that was the whole point of bluffing.
***
Mr. Schue clapped his hands together to get the attention of
the rambuctious teenagers he coached. It actually took several
thunderous claps before he managed that feat.
Mr. Schue handed her the sheet music to the song, but Rachel
didn't need it. The perpetually-on-loan band kids began to
play. Rachel waited for her cue, and then began,
"But you'll never see the end of the road while you're traveling
with me."
Quinn slid down in her seat and looked away as Rachel's voice
rose at the chorus.
"Hey now, hey now, don't dream it's over. Hey now, hey now,
when the world comes in. They come, they come to build a
wall between us. We know they won't win."
"I have to say that I'm really disappointed, guys," Mr. Schue
lectured. "I thought that we were coming together as a team.
Now, your teammate is obviously in a lot of pain, and you're
all okay with sitting idly by? I know that you guys don't always
get along, and I don't expect you to, but I really thought that
you would have rallied together when it counted."
Seeing that he had very little alternatives, Mr. Schue left the
room to go look for Rachel. He found her in the empty
cafeteria. She had stopped crying, although she was sniffling
as she attempted to drown her sorrows with a packet of Oreos.
He sat down beside her, and not wanting to push her too hard,
waited for her to acknowledge his presence. She did so by
offering him a cookie, which he took.
"Thank you," he said. She nodded. "Do you want to talk about
it?"
She shook her head, but she had hesitated just long enough
for Mr. Schue to feel confident enough to pursue the matter.
"I know that you and I have had our differences in the past,
but I'm your teacher and I care about you," Mr. Schue began
delicately. "Whatever's on your mind, you can tell me, and
we'll figure it out together."
"I'm in love with Quinn," she finally managed to get out. Mr.
Schue's mind struggled to comprehend this, but the words
simply weren't making sense. Rachel might as well have said
something like, "Hark! Feckless cats' pajamas scintillate
scorpions."
"And Quinn would be... the new Irish exchange student that I
haven't heard about yet?" he ventured hopefully.
"Ahh," Mr. Schue said slowly. He thought for sure that this was
an elaborate prank, but he was pretty sure that Rachel
wasn'tthat good of an actress. "Okay. Well. Does she know
that?"
Rachel nodded.
***
"She doesn't know who Diana Ross is. I can't take her
seriously."
"Of course you can!" she exclaimed. "I didn't know that was
something you wanted." She felt touched that Quinn trusted
her enough to want to confide in her. She felt triumphant. High
school guidance counselors can make a difference!
***
Mr. Schue's words had struck a chord with the glee kids. They
rallied together to help Rachel in whatever ways they could.
Artie and Tina made it a point to sit with her during lunch.
Life was easier for Rachel now, but every time she looked in
Quinn's direction and she felt that awful tug of longing, she
couldn't help but think that nothing was easy at all.
***
"Life isn't easy. Believe me, Quinn, it doesn't get easier once
you're at my age. People will tell you that things get easier
after high school and in some ways that's true, but in a lot of
ways it's not. There will always be people who want to judge
you. There are always expectations that you just can't live up
to."
"Absolutely not," Ms. Pillsbury said firmly. "I'm saying that you
have to recognize the difference between when it's time to
hunker down and hope for the best, and when it's time to
stand up and do something, because things won't always
magically work out for the best. Life is hard, so you just have
to find a way to make things easier for yourself."
That afternoon, when Quinn got home, she tore into her closet
and packed two large suitcases. She picked up her phone and
scrolled to a familiar number.
"Hi," she said nervously. "Can I stay with you for a little
while?"
***
"Brittany and Santana are on the squad too. I don't see you
interrogating them about it."
"Things won't be like they were before. I'm with them, but I'm
not with them. Glee's your ticket out of this town. This is
mine."
"Well, then." Quinn forced a smile. "I guess that things are
working out for the both of us."
***
Santana came over later, and the three of them watched Willy
Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. It was a Thanksgiving ritual
for Brittany and Santana even though Brittany found the
Oompa-Loompas terrifying. The two of them knew the movie
line-for-line and knew exactly when to make their quips and
inside jokes. At times, Quinn felt like she was intruding and
frankly, so did Santana. When Brittany left the room for more
popcorn, Santana took the opportunity to gently drop a hint.
"Like hell I don't. Brittany and I already did the hard part for
you. We came out to everyone, we told Coach Sylvester, and
we still rule the school because we're awesome. If we survive,
so will you. And since you're not even living with your parents
anymore, I don't know what your problem is. There's nothing
scary about this."
"I don't." Santana shrugged carelessly. "I just like pointing out
what an idiot you are."
Brittany chose that moment to come back into the room with
freshly made popcorn, and the subject was dropped. Quinn sat
through fifteen more minutes of the movie before she excused
herself, partly to give Santana and Brittany a little alone time.
She put on her jacket and ducked out onto the back porch with
her phone. Rachel picked up on the third ring.
Rachel didn't.
She lay awake, hatching her brilliant plan to win Quinn Fabray.
***
Convincing Mr. Schue to split glee club into two groups had
been easy, relatively speaking. Rachel had cornered him after
glee practice and stated her case. Mr. Schue eyed the "There's
No Crying In Glee Club" sign, and assented because he was
afraid that Rachel would defy the sign if he refused. She also
managed to convince him to let her hand-pick her group. She
had a careful strategy in her selection. Puck, Brittany and
Santana were out because they might tell Quinn what was
going on. She left out Kurt in favor of Mike because Mercedes
would be more pliable without an automatic ally. Tina and Artie
wouldn't give her any trouble. Finn was a tough choice. It
wasn't fair to ask him to do this, but in the end, she needed
his voice and besides, she trusted his opinion. For the most
part.
"No, I am not."
"I have to sing to a dude?" Finn winced. "In front of the whole
school?"
Rachel knew that Quinn had a soft spot for emotional musical
numbers. The stakes were decidedly higher than when they
sang "Keep Holding On" or "Lean On Me", but Rachel didn't
know what else to do. Plus, she had a flare for making
dramatic statements anyway.
"We can vote on this," Rachel added. "Since there are six of us
and it's my proposal, I will abstain."
Mercedes went first. "Y'all know that I'm not against making a
scene. But this is all kinds of crazy. I have to say no."
"I don't see the harm," Tina countered. "I say yes."
"I want to tell you that I think this is going to end badly for
you. Again," Finn finally said. "But I have a feeling that you
won't listen to me anyway."
"I love her," Rachel said quietly. This was the first time that
any of them had heard this admission. They didn't know
whether to feel touched or uncomfortable.
***
They argued over song choices for three days. They might
have agreed to help Rachel, but they also wanted their shot at
winning. Also, as much as Rachel loved Quinn and wanted to
get her back, there was still the matter of her elephantine ego
and her delusional sense of grandeur. It took them forty-five
minutes to explain to her why her version of "Just Like
Heaven" would not make Quinn swoon.
"Rachel, we'll help you, but you need to let us have a say,"
Finn said. "It's not all about you. We need to have a crowd-
pleaser that's going to win this competition."
"Think of it like this," Finn said to Rachel. "Do you really want
to lose a singing contest to Puck?" Rachel considered this.
***
"She's like the Little Engine That Could," Artie agreed. "Only
that in this version, the Little Engine is probably going to crash
into the side of a mountain and kill everyone on board in a
fiery explosion."
***
Puck had a nice voice, but after two hours of listening to him
imitate Roger Daltrey, Quinn wanted to claw his eyes out every
time he opened his mouth. She wasn't alone in her
sentiments, so they finally called it a day. Santana and
Brittany were going to the movies; they extended an invitation
but Quinn could tell by the look in Santana's eyes that she
should decline. They offered her a ride, but Quinn turned that
down too. It was a snowy December day in Lima and Quinn
found great comfort in strolling through the slowly drifting
flakes. Everything was beautifully blanketed in white; she
derived a great sense of satisfaction from feeling the crunch of
powdery snow beneath her boots. With everyone off the
streets, sometimes it felt like she was the last person on earth.
As she walked down the street leading away from the school,
she spotted a familiar chaired figure on the sidewalk,
struggling futilely in the snow.
"Artie?" she called out as she approached. "What are you
doing?"
"We only have a week left before the winter show, so Rachel's
making everyone stay late for rehearsal. Tina said that she
had a craving for sour gummy worms. Mike volunteered to run
out for some..."
"She's my girlfriend."
"Don't say that. A lot of guys can walk, Artie, but you're twice
the man they are."
"That's easy for you to say too. You're more about the berries
than the nuts these days, aren't you?"
The words came out before he could stop himself. There was a
harsh jolt as Quinn came to a stop. Artie held his breath, half-
expecting her to tip him over. Instead, after a moment's
silence, she resumed pushing the wheelchair, going at a slow,
even pace.
"How is she?"
"You once told me that you knew what it was like to throw
away something you love," Artie said. "I never thought that
you'd be stupid enough to do it twice."
***
"Rachel, stop circling me!" Mike yelled. "I feel like a snack for
Jaws."
"You need to settle down there," Mercedes told her. "We don't
need you having a stroke fifteen minutes before the show."
Before Rachel could continue her freak out, Mr. Schue entered
and announced that it was time for them to head to the
auditorium. Rachel followed her teammates out the door, her
feet heavy and dragging. Mr. Schue gave her an encouraging
smile as she exited, which was appreciated but honestly didn't
make her feel any better.
They filed into the packed auditorium and took their seats in
the front row. The other glee kids were already there and
seated. The two teams exchanged terse greetings. Rachel tried
to catch Quinn's eye in order to gauge her mood, but the
blonde resolutely refused eye contact. Rachel's heart sunk.
That wasn't a good sign.
The stage was unveiled. Brittany and Santana were on the left
side; each standing before a microphone. Next to them, Kurt
sat on a box drum. Puck and Matt stood to the right, each with
an acoustic guitar strapped to them. Then there was Quinn,
center stage, breathtakingly gorgeous in a crimson red dress
that ended mid-thigh with thick red straps across creamy
white shoulders. Even as Rachel became flooded with a
healthy dose of hormones, she noted that it was strange to put
the ostensible lead singer, Puck in the background.
"Oh, baby, give me one more chance to show you that I love
you. Won't you please let me back in your heart. Oh, darlin', I
was blind to let you go."
But Rachel could swear that Quinn was looking right at her.
Quinn took the microphone from its stand, and began to move
across the stage.
"But now since I see you in his arms, I want you back. Yes, I
do now."
She made her way down the stage's steps and into the
audience. Then she was before Rachel. She crouched down.
Her hand reached for Rachel's. Her touch was warm, and sent
a shiver down the brunette's spine.
Tears pooled in Rachel's eyes, but the smile on her face was a
mile wide. Quinn rose to her feet and moved down to the next
person, Finn. She knelt to touch his hand too, but Rachel knew
that it was for show. She now knew that this song was for her
and only her. It was finally starting to sink in. Quinn had
changed the song for her. All this time that Rachel was on pins
and needles, planning her grand romantic gesture for Quinn
Fabray, Quinn had been doing the exact same thing. She'd
been playing a game of Spy v. Spy with Quinn and she didn't
even know it.
For the first time in her life, Rachel was forced to take the
stage. She looked for Quinn as soon as the curtains went up.
Sure enough, there she was, still in that red dress. When their
eyes met, and Rachel felt the presence and noises of the world
drain away. She was dimly aware of the music striking up, and
she automatically sang along, but words didn't seem important
anymore.
As planned, their choreography involved approaching the other
glee members in the audience. Artie rolled up to Puck. Tina
sang to Santana. Mercedes crooned to Brittany. Mike was
naturally paired with Matt. Finn awkwardly serenaded Kurt.
***
"We tied with the other team," Mercedes told her with
disappointment. "Mr. Schue suggested that we do a mash-up
of both songs at Sectionals."
"Music room," Santana finally told her. Rachel tore out of the
auditorium as fast as her little legs could carry her.
"Because it's like that moment when you wake up and realize
that it's a new day. The sun's on your face, the birds are
singing and you feel rested and alive. All the mistakes you
made belonged to yesterday and now here's another day to
start fresh. Everything feels brand new and wonderful. That's
what it's like when I'm with you. Always. All the time. I want
that back. I want you back."
"I, just... I hope it's not too late," she said quietly. "I know
that I hurt you, and I understand if-"
Both were flushed and panting when they finally parted. Quinn
rested her forehead against Rachel's, her fingers instinctively
but hesitatingly playing with the hem of Rachel's hiked-up
dress, because her newfound courage to act on her love for
Rachel Berry did not extend itself to sex in public spaces (yet).
"What?!"
"...one week before the show - one freakin' week! - she tells
me that we gotta change the song," Puck was telling Tina and
Artie. "She threatened to shave my mohawk if we didn't!"
When Quinn saw that the intruders were only their friends and
not any random gossip, she visibly relaxed, then reached out
to hold Rachel's hand. In front of them, she could be herself.
"Where to?"
"My bedroom."
***
Epilogue
Everyone foresaw doom. They even had a pool going.
"I give them two weeks and then Quinn succumbs to gay
panic," Kurt predicted.
"A month," Puck said with a leer, joking but kind of not. "Then
Quinn realizes what she's missing with a real stud like me."
He didn't appreciate the fact that they all promptly burst into
hysterical laughter.
But they were all wrong. Everything was peaceful between the
girls, aside from the occasional light bickering which always
inevitably ended with make-up sex. Things were so peaceful
that it was actually kind of dull - for the other people.
"You guys are so boring," Kurt moaned woefully. They had just
told him how they celebrated their one-year anniversary:
movie, dinner, cuddling. They left out the sex because they
knew that he wouldn't be interested in hearing about that.
"What's the point of having glee club's two biggest drama
queens hook up if there isn't going to be any actual drama?"
They did have one major fight in the spring of their senior
year; one that lasted three days. It started the day that Quinn
got her acceptance letter to NYU. They were at Brittany's
house (where Quinn still lived) when the letter came. Rachel,
having already been granted an early decision acceptance to
Juilliard, squealed loudly and threw her arms around her
girlfriend.
"What?"
"I just don't have the money," Quinn said with a helpless
shrug. "My parents aren't paying for college and I don't want
to be saddled with loans for the next fifteen years."
"Rach, no," Quinn said firmly. "I'm not taking money from your
parents."
"No!" Rachel got up from the couch. "I am not receptive to any
discussions about the future that doesn't involve you and I
being together."
Her subsequent storm-out was really one of the finest she ever
executed.
"We'll see how much the scholarship is," Quinn proposed. The
two of them agreed on a sum. "If it's equal to or more than
that, I can go to New York."
"Yeah, Rach?"
In the end, they were going to New York City. And that was
only the beginning.