Now that she's back under Coach's wing, she knows it's only a matter of time before the locker mix-up gets sorted out. Until then, she figures she'll have to suck it up and get used to sharing elbow space with Rachel Berry.
A couple of days later, in the middle of a dramatic storm-out while trying to get away from that creepy Jacob kid, a magazine cut-out floats to the floor, unnoticed by anyone.
Curiosity gets the better of Quinn, so she picks it up and slides it between two pages of her English book. Mercedes will know.
*
Her mom never questions her sudden interest in guitar lessons.
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LOOK, I DON'T EVEN KNOW. I READ 'CELEBRITY CRUSHES' AND THIS IS WHAT CAME OUT.
"They look like doll shoes. It's totally a turn-off."
Rachel rolls her eyes. "Can we focus on our glee assign-where are you going?"
"Just a second," Brittany says, more than half of her body already inside Rachel's closet.
"This is really inappropriate," Rachel mutters.
Brittany turns back around, the high-heeled shoes Rachel still hasn't gotten around to returning to Kurt dangling from her fingers.
"So much better." She tilts her head to the side and stares thoughtfully, making Rachel squirm and fold her hands over her lap. After a few seconds, she nods to herself and kneels by the bed, starting to unbuckle Rachel's Mary Janes.
Rachel wants to protest, to teach Brittany a valuable life lesson about boundaries and the importance of respecting other people's personal space, but then soft fingers are brushing against her knees -"I need to burn all these socks," Brittany mumbles-and she decides that nobody would blame her for getting slightly sidetracked.
"Hey," Quinn says. She feels like a kid that just got caught with her hand inside the cookie jar.
Rachel rubs her eyes. "It's three in the morning, Quinn. Why are all the lights on?"
"I was... uh, looking for my... something Mercedes dropped while we were watching the movie?" she finishes lamely. Rachel yawns, making no move to go back to sleep.
Suddenly, thunder shatters the silence. Quinn tries to mask her gasp with a cough, but Rachel's face lights up with realization.
"Wait, are you scared? Do thunderstorms scare you
( ... )
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rachel/quinn, celebrity crushes
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She finds out completely by accident.
Now that she's back under Coach's wing, she knows it's only a matter of time before the locker mix-up gets sorted out. Until then, she figures she'll have to suck it up and get used to sharing elbow space with Rachel Berry.
A couple of days later, in the middle of a dramatic storm-out while trying to get away from that creepy Jacob kid, a magazine cut-out floats to the floor, unnoticed by anyone.
Curiosity gets the better of Quinn, so she picks it up and slides it between two pages of her English book. Mercedes will know.
*
Her mom never questions her sudden interest in guitar lessons.
---
LOOK, I DON'T EVEN KNOW. I READ 'CELEBRITY CRUSHES' AND THIS IS WHAT CAME OUT.
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Rachel rolls her eyes. "Can we focus on our glee assign-where are you going?"
"Just a second," Brittany says, more than half of her body already inside Rachel's closet.
"This is really inappropriate," Rachel mutters.
Brittany turns back around, the high-heeled shoes Rachel still hasn't gotten around to returning to Kurt dangling from her fingers.
"So much better." She tilts her head to the side and stares thoughtfully, making Rachel squirm and fold her hands over her lap. After a few seconds, she nods to herself and kneels by the bed, starting to unbuckle Rachel's Mary Janes.
Rachel wants to protest, to teach Brittany a valuable life lesson about boundaries and the importance of respecting other people's personal space, but then soft fingers are brushing against her knees -"I need to burn all these socks," Brittany mumbles-and she decides that nobody would blame her for getting slightly sidetracked.
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I am sorry for the insomnia, that really reeks.
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"Hey," Quinn says. She feels like a kid that just got caught with her hand inside the cookie jar.
Rachel rubs her eyes. "It's three in the morning, Quinn. Why are all the lights on?"
"I was... uh, looking for my... something Mercedes dropped while we were watching the movie?" she finishes lamely. Rachel yawns, making no move to go back to sleep.
Suddenly, thunder shatters the silence. Quinn tries to mask her gasp with a cough, but Rachel's face lights up with realization.
"Wait, are you scared? Do thunderstorms scare you ( ... )
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