//

Please God-- please let her be alright, I promise I

won’t ever peak in the showers after practices again.

Everything is black, and way too loud as it

reverberates back and forth from one side of her head
to the other leaving painful wakes moving out for
eternities at a time. The first thing Rachel notices
when she gets past all the hurt, is the coarse leather
under her finger tips. It’s a familiar sensation and she
instantly knows she is laying in the nurse’s office
(when things get too much to deal with-- even for her,
she sometimes comes to the nurse’s office to calm
down and regroup). This rings a few alarms in the
small brunette and she quickly opens her eyes, letting
the light flood in and with it sharp throbs that continue
to pulse even after she lets out a groan and lets her
eyelids drop back down.

Not even a second later, Rachel feels a hand grip

onto her arm tightly for just a moment before promptly
letting go.

“Rach-- Manhands, you alive?”

“Of course I’m alive. To think otherwise when I’m

clearly here breathing and admitting noises of distress
would not speak well about your current mental
health, Quinn.” The brunette says, lifting a hand to rub
at her temples while her eyes remain close. “And
could you please lower your voice, civilized tones are
highly accepted in most cultures when talking with
someone who has…”

Rachel opens her eyes again but this time manages

to keep them open. She looks up at Quinn, and she
could have sworn concern was etched into the pretty
blonde’s face before her usual head bitch in charge
façade fell back into place.

“Quinn, what happened to me?”

“O’Connell tripped you.” Quinn says with disinterest.

“You were walking to the front of the classroom to be
a teacher’s pet or something and he shoved his book
bag in your way.”

“Oh.”

Rachel stares at the cheerleader for a few seconds

before using all the strength she has in her tiny body
to shift into a sitting position. She’s quite surprised
when Quinn ends up helping her and it apparently
shows on her face.

Quinn rolls her eyes, taking a step back. “I just don’t

want you to roll off and break your neck or something
while I’m in here because they’d try to convict me for
it.”

“Why are you here?” Rachel closes her eyes. “I mean,

I don’t mind because it was nice not to wake up alone
but logic dictates that you would not be a likely choice
for someone to stay with me.”

“It got me out of history.” Quinn shrugs. “And besides,

everyone else refused to touch you so I had to brave
whatever gross diseases you have crawling and
breeding to get you here.”

And I had to make sure you were alright because if

you weren’t, I would have had to shove O’Connell’s
head so far up his ass, they’d spend weeks getting it
out.

“Though I’d very much enjoy seeing O’Connell with

his head stuck in certain places, it would be best for
both of us if you didn’t seek retribution on him.”

How did she hear that? Did I say that outloud?

“Did you say what outloud?”

When silence is the only answer, Rachel opens her

eyes to find Quinn standing there white as a ghost
and unmoving.

“Quinn, are you alright?”

No, I’m not alright! How did she know what I was
thinking?
When Rachel can unmistakably hear Quinn’s voice in
her head yet the blonde girl doesn’t move her lips the
least bit, the tiny brunette furrows her brows and
stares harder at Quinn.

Stop looking at me like that! It’s like she’s in my head

or something-- don’t think about her in that way. Don’t
think about her in that way!

“In what wa--”

Before Rachel can even finish the question, Quinn

makes a beeline for the door and bolts out of the
room; leaving the other girl still very sore and now
very confused.

//

Six hours of grueling internet research had led Rachel

to one definite conclusion: She was clearly psychic.

It was evident something was amiss when, after

Quinn left, the nurse came in to check on her. Rachel
could hear the older woman thinking about ‘if she
could just get Coach Tanaka alone, she’d tap that
sweet, manly rear end until he passed out from
exhaustion’ while filing some paper work. That
invasion of mind proved two points: One was that
she’d be in therapy for many years to come
(something she’d have to play up dramatically in the
movie biopic about her life) and two, she was indeed
hearing Quinn’s thoughts in her head when she first
woke up.

Rachel was given the option to take the rest of the

day off and go home to recover but the small brunette
declined in favor of making sure she was still two
weeks ahead in all her classes. The four hours left in
the school day were difficult to adjust to-- with all the
voices swirling around her head and forming a
barricade of noise. If it were anyone else, it might
have overcome them but she had the rare and potent
ability to concentrate so hard that the rest of the world
seemed to disappear and because of that, she was
able to focus on class work.

It’s ten o’clock now and Finn is over. Usually her dads
don’t let people come over this late (or she would
assume, it’s not like she has friends over-- ever), but
they were out to a dinner and movie tonight and
knowing how caught up they got in their date nights,
Rachel didn’t except them back anytime soon which
was good. She needed to test her powers out and
Finn seemed to be the perfect lab rat. He was always
willing to indulge her in whatever she wanted and
plus, his thought traffic had to be lighter than the
normal person’s which meant it would be easier to
listen in.

“Rachel?”

The short brunette breaks out of her reverie, looking

over to Finn who sits on the edge of her bed looking
his usual mixture of concerned and confused.

“Yes, Finn?”

“I was wondering when we were going to do whatever

it was you wanted me to come over here for.” Finn
shrugs, brows furrowing lightly. “You’ve just been
staring at me for the last ten minutes and I’m kinda
missing a basketball game on right now.”

Rachel nods. “Of course, we can get started now.”

“Started doing what?”

She doesn’t answer, instead she moves to her desk

to grab onto the back of her chair and drag it over to
set it right in front of Finn. Taking a seat, she rubs out
the folds in her skirt before locking eyes with the boy
across from her. He looks like he is waiting for her to
say something but she doesn’t, just stares over at him
with an intensity building by the second. Two minutes
go by before Finn tries breaking the silence.

“Rac-”

Rachel interrupts him with a firm ‘shush’.

Finn looks thoroughly reprimanded and not sure why

but he doesn’t try talking again. His hands rest in his
lap and it’s not long before he starts tapping against
his thighs in a quiet rhythm.

Welcome to the jungle, we got fun and games. We

got uh-- something, something, something, know the
names.

The short brunette reaches to still his hands and with

it the song in his head that he obviously doesn’t know
the lyrics to. Finn looks over at her expectantly and
when she still doesn’t say anything, he scowls slightly.

We could have had a staring contest tomorrow

morning or whatever. I wonder if the Celtics are
winning.

“You can check the scores for your little game

afterward.” Rachel shakes her head in annoyance.

Finn narrows his eyes somewhat, tongue poking at

the inside of his cheek.

That was weird-- or well not. It’s like she’s got a super
brain or something and always knows what I’m
thinking.

“I don’t need a super brain to know you are always

thinking about sports, and besides, you just
mentioned the game a few minutes ago.”

The brunette boy leans forward, voice interrogating.

“How did you know that I was thinking the stuff about
you having a super brain?”

“That’s kind of why I asked you here.”

“Because you have a super brain?” Finn asks.

“What? No, I don’t have a super brain, Finn.” She

huffs. “Just listen, okay?”

He nods in acceptance.

“You already know that O’Connell tripped me earlier

today. Or I assume you do because both Noah and
you were late for glee practice today and Artie
informed me an hour ago that O’Connell was found
locked in a dumpster when the janitorial staff was
taking out the garbage after school.”

Finn ducks his head, not looking too shamed though

which caused Rachel to smile lightly.

“I didn’t call you over to lecture you. Though you both

should know by now that taking matters into your own
hands isn’t always the right thing to do.”

“The guy is an asshole.”

“Finn, language please.” Rachel clears her throat.

“Anyway, when I tripped, I hit my head on the floor or
so they told me. I woke up in the nurse’s office with
Quinn-- Don’t give me that look and no, I don’t know
why she was there. But something strange was
happening. It was like I could hear the things Quinn
was thinking in my head. She didn’t say anything but I
could still hear her voice. At first I thought it was
maybe just the stress and trauma getting to me
because though it was her voice, the statements
seemed way too civil to be coming from Quinn but
then I came home and did some research which was
helpful but inconclusive so I invited you over for an
experiment.”

“Experiment for what?”

“Experiment to see if I can read minds now.”

“Oh.” Finn nods, “Okay, well lets go do the experiment

then.”

Rachel looks confused. “I just did the experiment?”

She just did the experiment? All she’s been doing is

staring at me like a nutter.

“Finn Hudson, I am not a nutter!”

Finn’s eyes go wide and it takes a moment for the

realization to set in.

“I’m the experiment, right?”

Rachel doesn’t even dignify his question with a vocal

response, she just nods and rolls her eyes.

“So like, you kinda do have a super brain.”

“Finn.” The brunette says in warning.

“You’re like Professor X from the X-men! Awesome! I

wish I had super powers too-- hey, tell me what I’m
thinking right now.”

Rachel starts looking around the room for things to hit

him with when he starts thinking about the X-men
theme song.

//

God damnit, stop staring at me, Berry.

She’s spent the last twenty minutes watching Quinn in

their history class. It took some steep concentration
but Rachel finally figured out how to zone in on one
person’s thoughts instead of listening to a whole
classroom full of noise. Last night, after finally getting
Finn to focus and stop talking about comic book
superheroes, he was actually pretty supportive. It was
probably why she went to him, he sort of just
accepted the fact she could read minds right away, no
period of adjustment or anything. He promised to
keep it a secret until she said otherwise-- it was best
that few people knew what she was now capable of.
Quinn shifts in her seat.

Don’t think about her in that way!

Rachel notes the blonde has thought that same

statement over and over again like some sort of
mantra to live by. The girl couldn’t go more than three
minutes without it appearing in her head in some
frantic tone.

Berry isn’t even that hot. So what if she has nice

legs… and tan skin… an-- don’t think about her in that
way!

Rachel’s eyes widen in the slightest and she quickly

averts her attention back onto Mr. Howard up front. It
takes her a minute to get her head around the fact
that Quinn was just thinking about how nice her legs
were. It was highly perplexing that the blonde would
spend any time thinking about her unless it was to
insult her-- which she always did; complimenting her
looks never happens though. Sitting there, Rachel
bites her lip contemplating.

Finally stopped looking at me! Ugh, she just bit her lip.
What I wouldn’t give to do that for her.

The short brunette gasps, releasing her bottom lip

from in-between her teeth to look over at Quinn,
seeing the girl instantly turn her attention back to the
front with a horrified expression.
Quinn raises her hand.

“Mr. Howard, can I please be excused to use the

restroom?”

“Of course, Miss Fabray.” Mr. Howard nods. “Take the

pass.”

Rachel watches Quinn jump out of her seat and zoom

out of the door (with pass in hand) in seconds flat.
The brunette didn’t even blink before her hand follows
in fashion, raised in the air.

“Yes, Rachel?”

“Mr. Howard, I feel it is imperative that I visit the

nurse’s office at once. As you know, I suffered a fall
yesterday. Though up until this point I’ve felt fine, I’m
starting to feel quite dizzy. In cases of head trauma,
the effects can be delayed for hours or even days and
I thi--”

“Go to the nurse’s office, Rachel.” Mr. Howard

interrupted with monotone, turning back to the dry
erase board.

Rachel gets to her feet quickly and moves out of the

room. She comes out into the hall just in time to see a
flash of blonde hair turn the corner so she makes a
left and speeds up her pace to catch the
cheerleader-- to do what, she doesn’t know but the
this intense burn in the pit of her stomach is carrying
her forward. She turns the corner and the hallway is
empty so she slowly comes to a stop. The girl either
made a left or a right but the question was which one
was it. After a few seconds, she comes to a decision
that logic dictates she made a right since the girl’s
bathroom is down that hall and though Quinn could
have been lying when she said she needed to use the
restroom, it was still a great place to hide out.

Rachel closes the distance between her and the end

of the hall and quickly makes a right. She barely
made it around the corner before colliding into a body.

“Whoa there, where you running to, babe?”

That body happens to be Puck, who wraps his arms

around her to steady them both.

“Did you see Quinn? I think she just turned down this
hall.”

Puck shake his head. “Nah, didn’t see her. No one’s

been in this hall but yours truly.”

Rachel looks disappointed.

“What’s wrong?” Puck asks.

“Nothing.” Rachel finally pulls herself out of Puck’s

grasp. “I was just hoping to talk to her about
something.”

How about we talk about something instead. Like you

and me, getting down and dirty in an empty classroom
right now.

Rachel is about to say something but Puck speaks

instead.

“How about we talk about something instead. Like you

and me, getting down and dirty in an empty classroom
right now” Puck says with a grin.

Rachel just stares at him.

“You don’t ever implore tact, do you?”

“I like to think I have no shame.”

Rachel shakes her head. “Is sex all you think about,
Noah?”

“Yeah” Puck arches a brow. “Is there other stuff to

think about?”

Rachel sighs.

//

“So please? Can you?”

“Finn, I can’t mind read the answers to the midterm. I
can’t tell you something that is clearly not in your
mind. Open your book and study.”

Finn frowns.

“Just so you know, Wonder Woman had superpowers

too and she didn’t go around being mean to people.”

//

It’s been two days and Rachel hasn’t caught Quinn

alone once but what she has caught is more thoughts
from the blonde that only confirm her theory that
Quinn Fabray is sexually attracted to her, Rachel
Berry. At first she didn’t know what to do with the
information, it being so out of the realm of possibility
(though that realm seemed to be expanding every
second considering she was able to read minds and
everything). As time went on and she really thought
about it, the idea of Quinn wanting to do explicit things
with and to her, made her heat up all over; made her
knees go weak. Due to her upbringing and her
generally curious nature, Rachel was very intrigued
by what was going on but there was no way to
progress it if Quinn wouldn’t stop avoiding her.

“We gotta talk, Berry.”

Rachel snaps out of her trance and looks to the two

other people now in the choir room with her, seeing
Santana and Brittney standing near the door.

“Excuse me?”

As the two girls make their way over to Rachel,

Santana looks over to her girlfriend and sees the
blonde smiling widely. She elbows the girl softly in the
stomach causing Brittney to look over confused for a
moment before she understands. She then turns back
to Rachel and puts on the meanest look she can,
which isn’t really mean at all-- she kind of just looks
lost.

“Yeah, we gotta talk, Berry.” Brittney mimics Santana.

This better not take long. I can’t become a bodyguard

every time Quinn feels like she needs one, I got better
shit to do.

Rachel looks at Santana and feigns ignorance.

“About what? The short brunette asks with a thick

helping of innocence.

“You need to stop being creepy." Santana pauses.

"Well I guess you can't help that. At least stop stalking
Quinn.”

“Excuse me?” Rachel’s eyes widen. “I am not stalking

Quinn.”
Santana shakes her head. “Yeah, well that’s not what
she says. And I’ve seen you staring at her all week so
what’s that about then, if you aren’t stalking her.”

She’s clearly as attracted to Quinn as Quinn is to her.

It’s human nature that loathing that builds in the levels
of intensity these two have can only serve to be a
mask for innate sexual tension. If they would just let
themselves be engrossed in the seas of passion, the
release both would feel would be truly enlightening.

Rachel looks over to Brittney, exaggeratedly baffled

as the blonde seems to just be staring into space, a
blank look on her face.

“Quinn doesn’t know what she is talking about.”

Rachel turns back to Santana. “I’m not stalking her. At
all.”

Santana stares hard at the short brunette.

“You sure?”

Rachel sighs. “Yes I’m sure.”

See, I knew she was over-reacting and this would be

a waste of my God damn time. Ugh, I need to soak in
the tub.

“Keep it like that then.” The latina takes hold of

Brittney’s hand, turning them around to walk to the
door.

Hopefully they can get over their repressed feelings

and open up to one and other. They deserve to be
happy and that’s not going to happen until they give
each other a chance. True love is a give and take.

“Bye!” Brittney waves behind her to Rachel as they

walk out the door. “Santana, can we go to the zoo? I
want to see the monkeys again.”

//

“What the fuck, Berry? Get out of my car!”

Rachel sets her jaw firm against the yell Quinn lets
out when the short brunette runs up to her car and
jumps into the passenger seat. It’s after school and
she’s been thinking a lot about what Brittney said… or
thought (if it was even Brittney at all) about Quinn and
her needing to air out things. She decided that it was
right to do; to air things out and she wasn’t going to let
the other girl get away today without everything being
out in the open which is why she is sitting in Quinn
Fabray’s car right now, locking her door and steeling
herself against the seat.

“We need to talk.”

“No we don’t, you need to get out of my car before I

call the cops.”

Rachel arches a brow. “You’d call the cops on a girl

you want to make out with?”

How does she know that? This girl is the fucking devil!

“First of all, that’s a very hurtful thing to think about

someone. How would you like it if I went around
calling you-- well I can’t think of anything right now but
you still shouldn’t refer to people as the devil.”

Quinn gulps.

“Anyway, it’s true isn’t it? You are very sexually

attracted to me, right?”

“No.” The blonde says firmly. “Now leave, I have

somewhere to be.”

She needs to get out of my car right now, before I

screw everything up and kiss her or something.

“You can kiss me if you want.”

“H-how do you know what I’m t-thinking?” Quinn

stutters slightly, staring at Rachel.

Rachel shifts in her seat, looking intently at the blonde

girl while she speaks. “Do you remember when
O’Connell tripped me?” She pauses long enough for
Quinn to nod. “Well, I think when I hit my head-- it did
something to me. Since then I’ve been able to
basically read people’s minds. Your thoughts have
been the loudest and easiest to read so far though.
I’m not sure why.”

“You can read minds?” Quinn asks, eyes wide but a

bit of doubt in her voice.

“Wanna test me?”

“I'm not going to test you.”

"Do it and I'll leave your car." Rachel offers.

Quinn just signs before closing her eyes and thinking

hard.

“You don’t need to close your eyes,” Rachel licks her

lips. “But the color green, the number two and despite
your unwarranted hate for my choice in sweaters, I
think you have a very nice figure also.”

All Quinn can do is breathe out a ‘wow.’

Rachel leans forward slightly. “Like I said though, you

can kiss me if you want.”

Quinn doesn’t move.

“Would it be alright if I kiss you then?”

Although Rachel can plainly hear the yes yes yes yes
yes repeating in Quinn’s head, she waits for the other
girl to say it aloud.

“Yes.”

The short brunette’s movements are sluggish. She

places her palm against the heated skin of Quinn’s
cheek and sensation adds fuel to the fire in her
stomach right now. Rachel leans in inch by inch until
finally their lips are as close to each other as they can
be without touching. Quinn’s breath is warm and
sweet, coming out in slight but ragged exhales.
Finally, all space is diminished and at first the kiss
isn’t anything at all. It’s very tentative and both girls
are scared to do anything more but finally one of them
(and Rachel’s not sure which) starts to add pressure.
Things snowball from there and it’s two minutes later
when the girls come up for air.

It’s Rachel this time who breathes out a ‘wow’ against

Quinn’s lips.

“Yeah, no kidding, Berry.”

“I’d really enjoy it if we did that again.”

Quinn nods slightly. “Me too but later, we should uh,

talk about things.”
“Right. Yeah. Talk about things later.”

Later finally comes after five hours and two location

changes.

//

The next week, Rachel falls off the bed hitting her
head when Quinn and her are making out and loses
her ability to read minds.

Finn doesn’t figure this until freshmen year of college.

END.