Glee Postsecret Challenge: Part 3
Characters: Quinn and Rachel with appearances by Brittany and Tina
Psychotherapy
“And how does that make you feel?” Quinn asked the question but then immediately zoned out.
Did I turn the iron off this morning?
Shit! Did I unplug the toaster?!
I wonder if I have time to stop by the grocery store before Jeopardy comes on…
“D-doctor?” the patient laying on the couch questioned hesitantly.
Quinn’s head snapped up from where she had been resting her cheek against her knuckles lazily. “Yes, Tina, but what do you really think about that?”
Then the girl was off again. Quinn rolled her eyes because, well, this was ridiculous.
And people paid her for these services? Her Porsche and rooftop penthouse said YES.
She doodled a cat on the notepad in her lap, occasionally uttering the necessary “uh huh” or “right” or “I see” when there was a lull in Tina’s spiel.
Quinn glanced up at the clock. “Well,” she interrupted the stuttering girl. “That’s all the time we have for today. Same time next week?”
“S-sure,” Tina replied as she rolled off of the couch, straightening her shirt and shaking Quinn’s hand as she passed her.
With the woman gone, Quinn walked over to her desk and hit the call button for her secretary. “Brittany, please send in my four o’clock.”
“The whole clock or…?” Brittany trailed off uncertainly. Quinn could practically picture her walking across the room, removing the clock from its place on the wall, and bringing it to Quinn at her desk.
She sighed and pressed the button again. “Just send in the next person.”
Grabbing a clean, blank file for her new patient, Quinn began filling out the details for the meeting they were about to have.
The door creaked open. “Come on in,” Quinn said, not looking up yet. “Have a seat.” She gestured towards one of the leather chairs in front of her desk. Finally having filled out the necessarily lines, Quinn dropped her pen and looked up with a fake smile plastered across her face.
And she was momentarily knocked speechless by the beautiful brunette in front of her.
“Hi,” the brunette said as she extended her hand. “I’m Rachel Berry.”
Quinn stood and leaned over the desk to accept the petite woman’s hand in her own, a real smile easily replacing the fake one. “Quinn Fabray,” she replied. “Nice to meet you, Rachel.”
As they began introductions, Quinn got the distinct impression that she would actually listen to this one...
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