Let Me Sing to You Tonight: Melt into You
Title: Let Me Sing to You Tonight
Pairing: Rachel Berry&&Quinn Fabray
Rating: T
Part: 3/10
Previous parts: | 1| 2|
WARNING: THE SECOND PART OF THIS STORY HAS BEEN REWRITTEN. I WASN’T COMFORTABLE WITH THE WAY IT CAME OUT AND I REWROTE IT. REREAD CHAPTER TWO BEFORE READING THIS PART BECAUSE YOU WILL BE LOST IF YOU DON’T.
Disclaimer: This is a work of my own mind, and reflects nothing of the included characters I've borrowed from the lucky ass who owns them. In other words, this is for fun, don't sue me!
Author's Note: I know I vanished but I had a reason. I had to study my behind off so that I could get my acceptance into UC Davis. After a lot of hard work, I am now looking for an apartment in Davis, CA because I’m goiiiing to Daaaavis. With an entire week off work, I’ve been writing continuously. This is the third installment.
Part 3/10 - Melt into You - Sara Haze
Sighing softly, the brunette pulled away, twirling towards the shore. “Come here, Quinn.”
Quinn’s eyes fluttered open, her lips parted and she exhaled deeply before willing her legs to move.
“The water always calms me. It’s something constant but always changing. Something about it makes me forget about anything and everything that’s wrong.” Plopping down, Rachel dug her toes in the wet sand, sitting far enough so that the water wouldn’t reach her.
Quinn sat down right next to Rachel, pinkies brushing slightly. “I get that. The beach is like that for most people.”
Rachel glanced down at their hands, taking Quinn’s and lacing their fingers together. “I’m not most people, Quinn.”
“No, you’re most certainly not.” Turning to face the brunette, Quinn smiled. “Tell me what it’s like to be on stage, performing in front of hundreds of people.”
The brown orbs gazing at her hardened, Rachel’s smile tightening a bit in the corners. “I’ll let you know when I get a part that people will actually notice. Right now, I’m just up for supporting roles at the most. It’s harder than I thought, you know?”
“I do. Becoming a musician here is probably just as hard. When I came here, I thought I’d get discovered in no time at all and be headlining all over the country within a year.”
“Quite naïve, don’t you think? I left Ohio so sure that I’d make it here on Broadway and here I am, struggling to even get a lead role in a lame community show.”
Leaning over, she nudged the blonde, pulling her a little closer. “Ten bucks says that you end up headlining before I do.”
Quinn let out a free laugh, resting her head on Rachel’s shoulder. “I just want to move people.”
“You will, someday.”
There was a lull in the conversation, but not one that was uncomfortable.
“Quinn?”
“Hmmm?”
“Sing for me?”
Pulling away, Quinn groaned softly. “Sing for you? You’ve already heard me sing before.”
“I’ve heard you singing in front of a crowd, Quinn. You said you wanted to move people. Move me. Sing something right now.”
Pausing, the blonde racked her head and opened her mouth to sing the first few words, her voice cracking a bit. “I hold tight, it slips through my fingers, like whispers falling off my tongue. Your kiss on my lips still lingers, suddenly it feels like we’re alone right now.”
“Don’t talk, don’t breathe, don’t move, don’t speak. Don’t make a sound, in case it leaves. Let it spin around, bur don’t blink twice, it could disappear.” Rachel joined in, her voice weaving around Quinn’s.
“I didn’t know you sang, or even knew that song, let alone that.” The blonde interjected.
“You never asked me and it never came up. I’ll have you know that a huge part of performing on Broadway is about being able to have a voice that carries. I’ve been taking vocal lessons since I was ten.”
Nodding, Quinn continued to sing softly. “So turn off the stars or they’ll start to blind us. Stay where we are, but leave it behind us.”
“We’re falling apart, but falling together now.” Rachel continued, helping her
“I melt into you, melt into you. Youuuuu melt into me, melt into me. And I won’t ever let you go.”
Quinn’s voice trailed away, Rachel snuggled close against her body.
“Tell me something I don’t know.”
“About me?” Quinn clarified.
Continuing at Rachel’s nod, Quinn leaned closer to the other girl, bracing herself from the cold. She clicked her tongue, a soft smile playing on her lips as she straightened up and kissed Rachel’s cheek. “I really like you.”
The taller girl felt a content hum vibrate through the actress’s body, “I like you, too. Happy Valentine’s Day, Quinn.”
Closing her eyes, Quinn’s smile got a little wider as she tightened her hold on the other girl’s hand. “Mmmm, happy Valentine’s Day, Rachel.”
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The remainder of the month passed quickly. Quinn had nearly shot herself after the first date, giving her date a bite of her dinner only to find that it contained a dangerous allergen of the brunette’s. With the remaining date spent in the emergency room, Quinn had been certain she had ruined all chances of any further meetings. The blonde had been pleasantly surprised when Rachel appeared at the café the next day with a movie in one hand and a pint of ice cream to sooth both the brunette’s throat and the blonde’s ego. Dates whirling together and memories mixing together, the two became quickly inseparable. Rachel was a common fixation at any of Quinn’s small gigs, while the blonde never missed a single performance of Rachel’s, no matter how small her role.
The brunette had also become a common sight around the café, begrudgingly given permission from Jimmy to be allowed behind the bar.
Kirsten and Rachel had struck up a quick friendship, both women having trouble with their vocal filters and their inability to use their inside voices for long periods at a time.
The middle of March found the pair working to concoct a special coffee drink to add to the menu. Quinn handed the change and a fresh drink over to one of the late stragglers before turning towards the two brunettes.
Immediately, she was presented with a small shot of liquid. “Here, babe. Try this one. It’s got marshmallow sauce, caramel sauce, and two shots of the morning brew.”
Cautious, Quinn took the small glass, nose crinkling at the strong smell. Glancing up at Rachel, who was looking on expectantly, she took a small sip of the drink. “Oh God-“
“The tone of that exclamation doesn’t sound nearly as positive as I had hoped, Quinn.”
The blonde swallowed hard, looking at her girlfriend apologetically. “I really think you should stick with acting, Rach. Making coffee is not your forte.”
Scoffing indignantly, Rachel rolled her eyes before frowning at the clock. “Actually, I think I need to get going. I have an audition in about an hour and being punctual is more important than you know.”
Leaning in, Quinn pecked Rachel on the lips. “Good luck, baby, Call me afterwards, okay?”
“Sure thing. Bye Kirsten!” She called out.
Kirsten appeared from the backroom, wiping her hands. “Good luck, half pint. Also, Q. You’re off. You can go with her to the audition.”
Agreeing, Quinn looked over at Rachel who was standing with a deep frown imbedded on her face. “I don’t think that’ll work out, Quinn. They’re very particular about who comes in and I’m sure you have better things to do.”
The petite brunette hurried out of the small building, waving at the two girls before Quinn could protest. Kirsten turned towards the other girl with an eyebrow quirked high.
“Nice catch, you got there, Q.”
Rolling her eyes, Quinn swatted at the brunette playfully. “She’s just a little high strung, is all. I mean, she’s probably worried about acting in front of me.”
Kirsten shrugged, lugging a box of empty glasses and other various dishes to the back to wash. “I just think it’s weird that she took off so fast. Don’t get me wrong, Half-pint’s great and all. She’s just a little antsy when it comes to her acting career.” The girl called out. “I mean, exactly how much do you really know about these auditions?”
Quinn’s eyes narrowed a little as she stalked into the backroom. “Auditions are auditions, Kirsten. What exactly are you trying to get at?”
“I’m wondering why the thought of having you come to an audition freaked her out so bad, Quinn! You and I both know what most of the big shots want out of us!” The brunette snapped, twirling around. “I’m not saying she’s over their porking the director but you’re fooling yourself if you think that she hasn’t been offered that route before. You were and look where saying no got you. Working long hours at a coffee house and playing small café’s, hoping to get discovered by some morally correct CEO of a recording label.”
At the sound of the door’s bell, Kirsten slammed one of the drawers shut and stormed out to the front.
Quinn followed the girl out, in time to see her snap at the scrawny man waiting at the counter. “What do you want?”
“I-I wanted a latte.”
Kirsten tossed the washcloth aside, her glare frightening the bumbling young man. “Machine’s broken. Go find a Starbucks.”
The man flinched before bolting out of the coffee shop, the tires squealing out of the parking lot. “Kirsten!”
“What, Quinn? You’re on my ass for just asking why your girlfriend won’t let you show up to her fucking audition!”
“Language, Kirsten!” Jimmy boomed, glaring at the girls as he lugged a massive box inside the store. “I think I might have to resort to duct taping your mouth shut.”
“I’m out of here, Kirsten. Get your head out of your ass in the meantime.” Quinn snapped at her friend before making her way out of the café.
She slammed the door of her car, rubbing her forehead. Kirsten was just being stupid and there was no reason that she had to analyze the fact that Rachel didn’t want her to be at the audition. Maybe dropping by the theatre wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.
Quinn was in the process of starting the car when her phone rang.
Pulling the phone out of her bag, the blonde answered angrily. “What the hell is it?”
“Wow, what a welcome, Blondie. Hello to you, too.”
“Hi, Q!” A different voice chimed in.
Quinn’s anger deflated and she smiled into the phone. “Hey, San. Brittany. How are you two?”
“On our way to the big apple. No big deal.” Santana casually teased.
“You’re kidding!” Quinn exclaimed. “When are you getting in?”
“In about twenty five minutes.” Brittany said. “Even sooner if San keeps going past the speed limit. We’ll see you at your apartment? I’m really hungry and I wanna go to that sandwich place that we always go to.”
“Be there when we are, Q!” Santana added in, ending the call.
Santana and Brittany had been through a lot with Quinn. The trio had met in Kindergarten and remained close throughout high school. Santana and Quinn had had their share of fights, at one point refusing to even speak to each other. In the blonde’s defense, the Latina had attempted to dethrone her of her head cheerleader title. In fact, if it hadn’t been for Brittany, it’s very possible that the two other girls would have never gotten as close to each other as they had become.
Quinn started the car, eager to see her two best friends, pulled out of the café and hurried home. Pulling up, she saw the black BMW. Cursing underneath her breath, she ran out of the car and up to the door. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I got caught in a couple of traffic lights and behind this bastard who wouldn’t go over 25 miles of an hour.” Taking a breath, she broke into a smile and enveloped the two girls standing in front of her door. “It’s so good to see you guys again.”
“Mmmm, you too, Q.” Santana murmured, pushing the blonde away. “Now give me a little bit of breathing room. We’ve got some news, Quinnie.”
Furrowing her brow, the musician opened her mouth only to be interrupted by the bubblier blonde, and a hand shoved in her face. “Santana proposed!”
Quinn’s eyes widened when she caught sight of the rock that Santana had bought for the other girl, grabbing Brittany’s hand and pulling it closer. “Holy crap, that’s a massive stone, S!”
Santana grinned smugly at the blonde. Her two best friends had found the loves of their lives at such an early age, even though Santana vehemently denied it until Brittany refused to talk to her, at which point the Latina had professed her love for her in an over the top fashion.
It had been between freshman and sophomore year in high school when Quinn had walked in on her friends locking lips in the bedroom. Quinn had been a little uncomfortable after that, always awkwardly dancing around the topic. It wasn’t until Quinn’s freshman year in college when she woke up in the arms of her gorgeous redheaded roommate, that she realized that she only found the topic awkward because, hell, she loved women and she was going to enjoy them to the fullest, damn it.
“I love the ring because it’s so shiny and Santana always smiles at me whenever she catches me staring at it.” Brittany gushed.
Rolling her eyes, Santana interjected. “Come on, Quinn. Open up the door so we can drop our stuff off and let’s go grab some food. You have to tell me all about this new girl that’s gotten your panties in a bunch.”
Leaning in, Quinn opened up the door and stepped aside, letting her friends go inside and drop off their stuff. “You guys want a drink beforehand? We can grab some beers…?”
Santana shrugged, looking over at her fiancée whose stomach grumbled at just that moment. Covering her stomach, Brittany smiled sheepishly over at the other two. “Can we go eat?”
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Santana bit into her burger, eyes rolling at the blonde in front of her. She leaned back, letting Brittany steal a few of her fries, “I don’t think that there’s any reason at all to be freaking out at about Berry not wanting you to be in her audition.”
“I know! It’s just Kirsten getting in my head.” Quinn agreed, stabbing a piece of lettuce with her fork. “Anyway, enough about that. Brittany, tell me about your studio!”
The blonde slurped up a piece of spaghetti, her eyes lighting up. “Oh my God, Quinn. It’s amazing. The kids that are in the dance classes are so adorable! There’s this little girl who told me that she wants to be just like me when she grows up.” Brittany finished. “I didn’t think that the whole thing was going to work at first, but now I’m in the middle of all these classes and we’re all filled up for the next set of classes.”
“And the tour offer?” Quinn questioned, asking about the recent offer Brittany had been offered.
“I couldn’t. Those kids are amazing and besides, I’m actually here to pitch a routine for some music video.”
Smiling fondly at the successful dancer, Quinn turned towards Santana. “And you, S. What’s the firm saying about the internship?”
The Latina looked over at Brittany, giving her a small smile. “They’re, well, they’re looking to hire me permanently after the internship is over. It’s no big thing.”
“It’s a huge thing, Q.” Brittany interjected. “She’s sort of a big shot over there.”
Quinn grinned at the other blonde, “I’m sure she is, B. That’s great news, though, San. It must be nice to know that your fat ass got in at some law firm.”
“At least I’ve got an ass, Blonde.” Santana quipped.
Rolling her eyes, Brittany tapped Santana on her shoulder. “San, I want to meet Rachel.”
Turning, the Latina nodded vehemently. “Yeah, call your girl up! I need to meet the girl who managed to rein in you, Fabray.”
Quinn stuck out her tongue at the tan girl, ignoring the immaturity of the action. She pulled out her phone and dialed Rachel’s number, pressing the speaker against her ear.
“Hey, Rachel. It’s me. Do you want to meet up after your audition? I’ve got some people I want you to meet.”