Confessions (6/?)
Title: Confessions
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn, mentions of Brittany/Santana, and a few other minor pairings
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rachel likes Quinn and she's been practicing a few lines to get her attention.
Spoilers: All the episodes to be safe.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the characters
A/N: I'd like to thank hippo_crat and alexz6 for their lines on beauty! And of course everyone else for commenting/reading!
A/N2: I don't really like this chapter that much, but I'm not gonna do anything about it anymore i'm sorry for my constant tense changes. It'd be too much to work out all the kinks so I'll just submit this and try and make the next one even better!
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five
It’s Thursday afternoon and Rachel and Quinn are working on their midterm for their chemistry lab.
The assignment is to work with a partner to write a research paper and do experiments. The girls are sitting across from each other in the library, because there’s no way the two were comfortable enough with each other to just invite the other to their house. Well, Rachel was, but that’d be too easy, not to mention cliché if she asked and Quinn actually accepted.
“Do you want to try this experiment real quick?” Rachel asks, because it’s one of the simple ones and they won’t need to go to the chem lab for it.
“Sure,” Quinn says as she shrugs her shoulders. After all, it shouldn’t hard to check the magnetic qualities of their given rocks since they were provided the required materials.
The Cheerio captain and the Glee club captain set up the experiment and begin working on it. They’re nearly finished after ten minutes, and it isn’t just because it was a team effort. Quinn doesn’t want to admit it, but Rachel is really good at what she does. She finishes up eight of the fifteen rocks in the time that it takes for Quinn to do three. And the blonde is by no means slow at working. Had she been partnered with anyone else-well, anyone but Santana, the Latina is a closet nerd and chemistry is one of her favorite subjects--she would be doing most of the work.
Quinn shakes her head as she watches Rachel work-not that she’s staring in some weird way, but because there are only two stones left and the brunette unconsciously took claim of it by holding it in her closed fist. It was quite a sight to see now that she actually took the time to see how the other girl worked. Rachel would quickly write something down then look back at their materials and mumble something under her breathe before taking note of something else. Quinn looked at her own TI-84 graphing calculator (TI-89s were banned by the school) and then towards Rachel’s TI-36X scientific calculator; she was surprised that the other girl was barely using it. Not that Quinn was dependent on her own calculator, but it was quicker to use a calculator than to try and figure out the numbers in her own brain or with good ol’ fashioned pen and paper.
She saw Rachel mouth something before furrowing her eyebrows and looking up, after a few seconds of concentrating the brunette drew what looked to be the graph for sine. Quinn’s eyes widened.
Not only is Ms. Pocket doing most of the calculations in her head, but she’s mentally graphing them too... Impressive.
“What is?”
Quinn jumped at the sound of Rachel’s voice. “Huh?”
“You said, ‘impressive,’ I’m trying to figure out what it is you find interesting.”
The Cheerio made an “Oh” face and straightened up. “Well, I noticed that you weren’t really using your calculator…”
Rachel chuckled. “Yeah, I just got this last week.” She smiled before continuing. “Daddy bought it for me to use on this project, but I’ve never used one before since dad doesn’t want me to be dependent on one. I guess he’s just old-fashioned like that!”
Quinn doesn’t know what to say, and the silence makes Rachel get nervous.
“Well, I mean, I know how to use some of the simple functions, but there are things I don’t get. How is one supposed to use the square root function if every time the button is pressed, the number is squared instead? Actually, how are any of the blue functions supposed to be used? It makes no sense at all.” Rachel picks up her calculator and looks closely at it. “Why are there letters on here anyway, it’s not as if they can be used; what with there being no button-”
Quinn’s laugh causes the tiny diva to stop rambling. “You have to press the ‘2nd’ button for the blue functions to work and the ‘Alpha’ button to use the letters. This time it’s Rachel’s turn to make an “Oh” face; her shoulders slumped and she began working on the last rock for their experiment. It was weird, but Quinn felt the need to cheer up her lab partner.
“Don’t be embarrassed about it! It’s cu--cough cool that you don’t need a calculator to do math. I’d probably be lost without it.”
Rachel smiles softly before going back to her previous task. It takes a bit longer than the other stones, but Rachel finally looks up when she’s finished. “All done!” she grins and wipes her hands off on her jeans, but when looks at Quinn it’s with a concentrated gaze.
“Awesome! Wait… What are you looking at?” the blonde looks down at her attire self-consciously; brushing off the imaginary dirt that the other girl might be seeing.
“You’ve got something right…” Rachel trails off pointing to Quinn’s cheek.
“Right here?” Rachel nods and the blonde wipes the appropriate spot. “Did I get it?”
The brunette frowns and shakes her head, so Quinn tries again.
“What about now?”
“Uh-uh.”
“Now?”
“Nope.”
“Mm?”
“Still there.”
Quinn lets out a frustrated breath.
“You know what? How ‘bout you let me…” Rachel says as she leans across the library desk towards the taller girl.
Quinn starts to blush as Rachel’s fingers touch her cheek. “Did you get it?”
“No.” Rachel pouts and begins to rub the blonde’s cheek again; it’s tender and almost affectionate. “But I don’t think I’d be able too.”
“What?”
“Your beauty-it won’t go away…”
Rachel smiles warmly and it’s then that Quinn finally notices how close they are. Her cheeks flush brightly and Quinn averts her gaze. Rachel removes her hand from Quinn’s cheek and starts putting everything away.
She got me again! But I have to admit, that was a really good one.
By the time that the Quinn actually got her face to cool down, everything is in their proper place and her own notebooks are in a neat pile.
Rachel is standing by her chair with her books and the experiment supplies in her arms and a smile on her face.
The brunette puts a notecard and one of the containers on the table before the Cheerio and walks away without another word. The blonde follows Rachel’s exit with a confused look on her face before taking a good look at the items.
She holds up a little clear container full of sand and examines it closely; nothing seems to be out of the ordinary with it so she sets it down. She picks up the notecard next: it’s blank.
Quinn frowns. She sighs and tosses the small card on the desk. It hits against the small container and flips over.
She rolls her eyes.
Of course there’d be writing on the other side.
Quinn picks up the notecard once again. She takes one look and giggles at the cute hourglass that was drawn. She looks around the library in haste to make sure no one saw the HBIC laughing to herself before actually reading the note.
She was going crazy. She could hear Rachel’s voice as she read the poem even though she knew the other girl had left-she saw it with her own eyes!
Even so, a grin stretched across her face, so she hurriedly covered it with her mouth. The note was so sweet and she was definitely not ready for it. Rachel rarely used two lines on her in the same day and here it was two compliments within five minutes. She didn’t know how long she would last. She’d probably pass out from all the blood rushing to her face if this kept happening.
She couldn’t describe what it was she felt, but she knew one thing: it was…
“Disgusting.”
Yes, disgusting. I shouldn’t even be thinking of thi- Quinn quickly spun around.
“Santana.”
“Here I am.”
“Why must you always do this?”
“What? Go to the science section of the library?” The Latina asked sarcastically. “Maybe I just want to get a head start on this project; I mean you are.”
“Whatever.” Quinn replied; stuffing her books into her bag. “You always ruin my moments!”
“So now they’re moments..?”
“Wha-no!”
“Coulda fooled me.” Santana shrugged. She walked around Quinn and plucked the notecard out of the other girl’s hand. As she spun the card in her fingertips as she said, “If beauty were light, you’d burn like a thousand suns.”
“Oh my gosh.”
“Yeah,” Santana smirked. “I have been working quite hard to perfect my vocal abilities. I can mimic Streisand, my main man Puckzilla, and M-Ms. S-s-stutters-a-lot.” She cleared her throat before going back to her own voice. “Pretty neat, huh?”
“No.” Quinn shakes her head. “Not at all. And why them anyway? Why not Brittany… or me?”
“Jealous, Q?” the blonde crossed her arms and Santana sighed. “One: that’s gross, besides, I like hearing her speak. So I don’t wanna take advantage of the fact that I’d be able to hear her voice whenever I want. Two: I’m working on you… I just can’t quite get that nasally quality that your voice has.” She paused. “Maybe if I was sick…”
“Never mind, I don’t care.” Quinn said as she shouldered her bag. “Stop being so ninja-y. It’s annoying.” She walked away and reached the door of the library. As she put her hand on the handle to leave she heard someone call her name.
“Quinn?”
The blonde quickly turned her head to the right. “Berry?” There was no one there… just an empty isle of books.
“Did I tell you that I learned how to throw my voice?”
Quinn spun around and saw the other Cheerio leaning against a nearby bookshelf with her arms crossed.
“Took a lot of practice, bee-tee-dub.”
“Ugh, you make me sick! Stop doing that change your voice thing! And stop saying acronyms!” she stormed out of the library and she got far enough away that she couldn’t hear the other girl’s laughter anymore before she realized something. She quickly walked back to the library and to the girl who was doubled over in laughter.
Santana asked wiped a tear from her eye. She tried to control her laughter, and it caused her shoulders to shake. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself before speaking. “Can I help you?”
Quinn didn’t reply she just snatched the notecard out of the Latina’s hands and stormed out again.
--
Quinn taped the note on the sun visor in her car.
I don’t care if it’s corny or that it’s from Rachel Berry. It’s sweet… and I’m keeping it.
-
Part Seven
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn, mentions of Brittany/Santana, and a few other minor pairings
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rachel likes Quinn and she's been practicing a few lines to get her attention.
Spoilers: All the episodes to be safe.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the characters
A/N: I'd like to thank hippo_crat and alexz6 for their lines on beauty! And of course everyone else for commenting/reading!
A/N2: I don't really like this chapter that much, but I'm not gonna do anything about it anymore i'm sorry for my constant tense changes. It'd be too much to work out all the kinks so I'll just submit this and try and make the next one even better!
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five
It’s Thursday afternoon and Rachel and Quinn are working on their midterm for their chemistry lab.
The assignment is to work with a partner to write a research paper and do experiments. The girls are sitting across from each other in the library, because there’s no way the two were comfortable enough with each other to just invite the other to their house. Well, Rachel was, but that’d be too easy, not to mention cliché if she asked and Quinn actually accepted.
“Do you want to try this experiment real quick?” Rachel asks, because it’s one of the simple ones and they won’t need to go to the chem lab for it.
“Sure,” Quinn says as she shrugs her shoulders. After all, it shouldn’t hard to check the magnetic qualities of their given rocks since they were provided the required materials.
The Cheerio captain and the Glee club captain set up the experiment and begin working on it. They’re nearly finished after ten minutes, and it isn’t just because it was a team effort. Quinn doesn’t want to admit it, but Rachel is really good at what she does. She finishes up eight of the fifteen rocks in the time that it takes for Quinn to do three. And the blonde is by no means slow at working. Had she been partnered with anyone else-well, anyone but Santana, the Latina is a closet nerd and chemistry is one of her favorite subjects--she would be doing most of the work.
Quinn shakes her head as she watches Rachel work-not that she’s staring in some weird way, but because there are only two stones left and the brunette unconsciously took claim of it by holding it in her closed fist. It was quite a sight to see now that she actually took the time to see how the other girl worked. Rachel would quickly write something down then look back at their materials and mumble something under her breathe before taking note of something else. Quinn looked at her own TI-84 graphing calculator (TI-89s were banned by the school) and then towards Rachel’s TI-36X scientific calculator; she was surprised that the other girl was barely using it. Not that Quinn was dependent on her own calculator, but it was quicker to use a calculator than to try and figure out the numbers in her own brain or with good ol’ fashioned pen and paper.
She saw Rachel mouth something before furrowing her eyebrows and looking up, after a few seconds of concentrating the brunette drew what looked to be the graph for sine. Quinn’s eyes widened.
Not only is Ms. Pocket doing most of the calculations in her head, but she’s mentally graphing them too... Impressive.
“What is?”
Quinn jumped at the sound of Rachel’s voice. “Huh?”
“You said, ‘impressive,’ I’m trying to figure out what it is you find interesting.”
The Cheerio made an “Oh” face and straightened up. “Well, I noticed that you weren’t really using your calculator…”
Rachel chuckled. “Yeah, I just got this last week.” She smiled before continuing. “Daddy bought it for me to use on this project, but I’ve never used one before since dad doesn’t want me to be dependent on one. I guess he’s just old-fashioned like that!”
Quinn doesn’t know what to say, and the silence makes Rachel get nervous.
“Well, I mean, I know how to use some of the simple functions, but there are things I don’t get. How is one supposed to use the square root function if every time the button is pressed, the number is squared instead? Actually, how are any of the blue functions supposed to be used? It makes no sense at all.” Rachel picks up her calculator and looks closely at it. “Why are there letters on here anyway, it’s not as if they can be used; what with there being no button-”
Quinn’s laugh causes the tiny diva to stop rambling. “You have to press the ‘2nd’ button for the blue functions to work and the ‘Alpha’ button to use the letters. This time it’s Rachel’s turn to make an “Oh” face; her shoulders slumped and she began working on the last rock for their experiment. It was weird, but Quinn felt the need to cheer up her lab partner.
“Don’t be embarrassed about it! It’s cu--cough cool that you don’t need a calculator to do math. I’d probably be lost without it.”
Rachel smiles softly before going back to her previous task. It takes a bit longer than the other stones, but Rachel finally looks up when she’s finished. “All done!” she grins and wipes her hands off on her jeans, but when looks at Quinn it’s with a concentrated gaze.
“Awesome! Wait… What are you looking at?” the blonde looks down at her attire self-consciously; brushing off the imaginary dirt that the other girl might be seeing.
“You’ve got something right…” Rachel trails off pointing to Quinn’s cheek.
“Right here?” Rachel nods and the blonde wipes the appropriate spot. “Did I get it?”
The brunette frowns and shakes her head, so Quinn tries again.
“What about now?”
“Uh-uh.”
“Now?”
“Nope.”
“Mm?”
“Still there.”
Quinn lets out a frustrated breath.
“You know what? How ‘bout you let me…” Rachel says as she leans across the library desk towards the taller girl.
Quinn starts to blush as Rachel’s fingers touch her cheek. “Did you get it?”
“No.” Rachel pouts and begins to rub the blonde’s cheek again; it’s tender and almost affectionate. “But I don’t think I’d be able too.”
“What?”
“Your beauty-it won’t go away…”
Rachel smiles warmly and it’s then that Quinn finally notices how close they are. Her cheeks flush brightly and Quinn averts her gaze. Rachel removes her hand from Quinn’s cheek and starts putting everything away.
She got me again! But I have to admit, that was a really good one.
By the time that the Quinn actually got her face to cool down, everything is in their proper place and her own notebooks are in a neat pile.
Rachel is standing by her chair with her books and the experiment supplies in her arms and a smile on her face.
The brunette puts a notecard and one of the containers on the table before the Cheerio and walks away without another word. The blonde follows Rachel’s exit with a confused look on her face before taking a good look at the items.
She holds up a little clear container full of sand and examines it closely; nothing seems to be out of the ordinary with it so she sets it down. She picks up the notecard next: it’s blank.
Quinn frowns. She sighs and tosses the small card on the desk. It hits against the small container and flips over.
She rolls her eyes.
Of course there’d be writing on the other side.
Quinn picks up the notecard once again. She takes one look and giggles at the cute hourglass that was drawn. She looks around the library in haste to make sure no one saw the HBIC laughing to herself before actually reading the note.
She was going crazy. She could hear Rachel’s voice as she read the poem even though she knew the other girl had left-she saw it with her own eyes!
Even so, a grin stretched across her face, so she hurriedly covered it with her mouth. The note was so sweet and she was definitely not ready for it. Rachel rarely used two lines on her in the same day and here it was two compliments within five minutes. She didn’t know how long she would last. She’d probably pass out from all the blood rushing to her face if this kept happening.
She couldn’t describe what it was she felt, but she knew one thing: it was…
“Disgusting.”
Yes, disgusting. I shouldn’t even be thinking of thi- Quinn quickly spun around.
“Santana.”
“Here I am.”
“Why must you always do this?”
“What? Go to the science section of the library?” The Latina asked sarcastically. “Maybe I just want to get a head start on this project; I mean you are.”
“Whatever.” Quinn replied; stuffing her books into her bag. “You always ruin my moments!”
“So now they’re moments..?”
“Wha-no!”
“Coulda fooled me.” Santana shrugged. She walked around Quinn and plucked the notecard out of the other girl’s hand. As she spun the card in her fingertips as she said, “If beauty were light, you’d burn like a thousand suns.”
“Oh my gosh.”
“Yeah,” Santana smirked. “I have been working quite hard to perfect my vocal abilities. I can mimic Streisand, my main man Puckzilla, and M-Ms. S-s-stutters-a-lot.” She cleared her throat before going back to her own voice. “Pretty neat, huh?”
“No.” Quinn shakes her head. “Not at all. And why them anyway? Why not Brittany… or me?”
“Jealous, Q?” the blonde crossed her arms and Santana sighed. “One: that’s gross, besides, I like hearing her speak. So I don’t wanna take advantage of the fact that I’d be able to hear her voice whenever I want. Two: I’m working on you… I just can’t quite get that nasally quality that your voice has.” She paused. “Maybe if I was sick…”
“Never mind, I don’t care.” Quinn said as she shouldered her bag. “Stop being so ninja-y. It’s annoying.” She walked away and reached the door of the library. As she put her hand on the handle to leave she heard someone call her name.
“Quinn?”
The blonde quickly turned her head to the right. “Berry?” There was no one there… just an empty isle of books.
“Did I tell you that I learned how to throw my voice?”
Quinn spun around and saw the other Cheerio leaning against a nearby bookshelf with her arms crossed.
“Took a lot of practice, bee-tee-dub.”
“Ugh, you make me sick! Stop doing that change your voice thing! And stop saying acronyms!” she stormed out of the library and she got far enough away that she couldn’t hear the other girl’s laughter anymore before she realized something. She quickly walked back to the library and to the girl who was doubled over in laughter.
Santana asked wiped a tear from her eye. She tried to control her laughter, and it caused her shoulders to shake. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself before speaking. “Can I help you?”
Quinn didn’t reply she just snatched the notecard out of the Latina’s hands and stormed out again.
--
Quinn taped the note on the sun visor in her car.
I don’t care if it’s corny or that it’s from Rachel Berry. It’s sweet… and I’m keeping it.
-
Part Seven