Story begins right after Nationals
"I don't care about some stupid show choir competition!"
Long brunette hair flashed in her vision along with chocolate eyes.
"Why can't our dreams come true?"
Long pale legs intertwined with tan skin. Pale, manicured fingers trailed up darker arms, rubbing circles along the way. Red lips smiled against the tan, bare shoulder and chuckled.
"She has love, Tina has it, even Zizes hooks up."
The light-skinned hand reached up to her own face, pulling hair out of her eyes. Hazel eyes bore into chocolate ones.
"I just want somebody to love me..."
She could hear a voice coming from the darker skinned person. Only a voice. The blonde searched for where the voice was coming from, but couldn't see any lips. The face was blurred, and the body was not exactly in focus. She continued to tangle their somehow-there limbs and hazel eyes searched brown. The voice whispered again, and the blonde could feel a shiver run down her whole body.
"Keep holding on, you know we'll make it through..."
Her lips sought for the brunette's lips, but couldn't find them. She sat up in the bed and the darker skinned girl seemingly disappeared, but an echo still whispered.
"Just stay strong, you know I'm here for you..."
Quinn jerked awake, her elbow slipping from the arm rest. Mercedes, who sat in the seat next to her, shot her a glance. Quinn rubbed her sleepy eyes as she tried to focus on what just happened in her dream. It was not the first time a dream like this had occurred; it started about freshman year. Always Quinn with someone but never knew who. Quinn stole a glance at Mercedes who was still watching her.
Mercedes quirked her eyebrow.
"You tell me. You were moaning in your sleep and now your hands are shaking," Mercedes explained. "If I didn't know better, I would say you were having a sex dream. But that would not do for miss chastity here. Are you scared of flying, Quinn?"
Quinn looked down at her hands which were indeed shaking. Jeez, I am so getting worked up over nothing. It's just a stupid dream. She looked past Mercedes and outside the small window of the airplane and watched building get larger and larger in her sight. The airport was right below them.
"How long was I asleep for?"
"About an hour. It's ok, you got to miss out on the Finn and Rachel romance," the sassy diva said. "It's been gag-worthy. If Rachel keeps willingly throwing competitions away for Hudson and kisses, maybe I'll finally get some solos."
Quinn felt a stab in her heart as Mercedes explained about the rekindling romance. Quinn turned around and looked back two rows behind them on the plane and there was Rachel resting her head on Finn's shoulder. Quinn wrung her hands together and slammed her eyes shut. I am over Finn. It was all about Prom. I do not need to feel this way. Even as she whispered that to herself, Quinn knew she was lying to her. She wasn't over Finn because she was never into him to begin with. Not how she wished she would be. Not like she was into... No. Why would I even think about that?
As Mercedes went back to her book, Quinn rummaged through her book bag for her iPod. She refused to witness the disgusting love of the FinnAndRachel act. She still could not believe Rachel risked Nationals to let Finn kiss her. Nationals!
She found her iPod and stuck the ear buds in her ears. They still had about fifteen minutes till getting off the plane, and that would give her a few songs. She hit play and a singer she knew all-to-well filled her ears.
"You're not alone, together we stand, I'll be by your side you know I'll take your -"
"You have got to be fucking kidding me," the blonde murmured, ripping the ear buds out. She could settle for silence.
After landing, the gleeks rushed to grab their luggage from baggage claim as each suitcase passed on the belt. Quinn lunged for the red cheerios duffle bag before it disappeared. Shrugging it onto her shoulder, she waved goodbye to Mercedes and Tina, heading towards the sliding doors until Mike grabbed her from behind and hugged her. Quinn laughed into his shoulder and settled into his embrace. The male Asian had always been kind to her, especially during her pregnancy. He would be the one she missed most over summer break. Well, after Brittany and even Santana, but Satan already informed her that they would be having a sleepover soon and Quinn could not refuse.
"See you later Mike," she whispered and was released. He grinned and grabbed Tina's hand as they walked outside.
The blonde continued to watch them through the see-through doors and smiled at the couple as Mike kissed the other Asians temple. Her view was then obstructed by a lankly boy in a purple suit and brown hair.
"Quinnie Quinn Quinn," Kurt sang. "I am very sorry that you had to witness the display of my brother and favorite annoying, yet loving, Diva.
"However," the feminine boy continued as he clapped his hands together. "I refuse to let you disappear this summer. You must hang out with me and Mercedes. Don't let Finchel ruin anything. You will come to girl nights and you will have fun."
Quinn shifted her gaze from Kurt to outside the airport where Rachel seemed to be sucking face with the giant. Her breathing picked up and she clenched her fist, the nailed digging into her palm. Finn got into the pick-up truck (the same one in which she was dumped in), grabbed the singer's hand and kissed it. He grinned as Rachel spun around, her face beaming, and walked back towards the airport. The blonde's eyes continued to follow Rachel. Her hair was slightly curly as it bounced off her shoulders. The brunette wore a simple red dress with large red buttons up the front. She wore black and gray argyle stocking, which the ex-cheerio thought was too much for May. Rachel burst in through the doors and disappeared down the busy hallway and got lost in the pool of people. Quinn's eyes traveled back to Finn who was staring their way as well, obviously waiting for Kurt so he could take them home. He caught her eye and quickly looked away.
"I, um..." Quinn began as she snapped back into the conversation she was having with Kurt. "I don't - Finn is at your house which means - It's awkward - Rachel will be there, too, so... I just, I don't - I can't go to girls' night," she finished lamely.
The boy stepped forward and placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Quinn, I want you to have a great senior year," he smiled. "No Baby-Gate, no crazy boy drama. And all that has to begin with you letting Finn go and being halfway decent with Rachel. She's not that bad."
Quinn recognized the affection in Kurt's tone when he spoke of Rachel and wondered when that happened.
"I know she'd not that bad, Kurt," the blonde growled. "She just irritates me sometimes. And I have so let go of Finn. I didn't even really want him in the first place."
Kurt tilted his head.
"Then why did you date him again? And why are you upset he is with Rachel?"
"I'm not upset!" She huffed. Kurt looked at her disbelieving. "I'm not. It's all just messed up. He going to hold her back and she can't let him do that. She's too good."
"Since when did you get on the Rachel Berry bandwagon?" The boy chuckled. "Just come to girl's night. We can get Rachel there, Finnless, and you two can sort out whatever drama it is you two have. Because senior year is going to be great!" He squeezed her hand and ran to Finn's truck to head home.
Quinn shook her head and headed outside as well. It had been half-an-hour since she texted her mother to come pick her up. She looked at her phone, not knowing why she was expecting a response. Her mother was probably passed out on the couch since Quinn had not been there for a couple days to throw out the vodka. Figures, she thought.
The ex-cheerio stood on the sidewalk, bag over her shoulder as the cars passed by to pick people up. Suddenly, her head snapped forward as a hand smacked the back of her head.
"What the hell?!" the blonde yelled.
"That's what you get for letting Finn engulf the midget up on stage," the Latina Santana Lopez said.
"How is that my fault?"
"I don't know, just is."
Quinn huffed and crossed her arms, refusing to look at the Latina. As much as she loved the girl, she hated her sometimes, too.
"Look, mamacita, I have to get Brittany back to my house within an hour to we can get our mack on before mi Madre gets home. But, I can give you a ride if you need it. Did -" Santana paused, daring to continue. "Did Judy forget to pick you up?
The blonde felt the tears prickling at her eyes and she refused to look at Santana. This is why we're still friends, she thought. She knows too much of my shit.
"I don't know..." she breathed. "I doubt she is coming though."
Quinn wrapped her arms around herself. The closer to herself she is, the more she can forget about the world. However, she could feel Santana's gaze on her so she finally turned to face her.
"Get in my car and I'll take you home. Or, wherever," Santana shrugged, trying to act nonchalant.
Quinn nodded. "Thank you. Can I go inside to the restroom real quick?"
"Juno, you are wasting my precious time with Brits. Run quick before I smack you again."
The blonde quickened inside, turning right in the airport hallway to the nearest restroom. She stopped at the mirror to glance at her make-up and newly cut hair.
My mother is going to hate that, she grimaced.
She heard a toilet flush and a tiny brunette opened a stall door and walked up to a sink right beside Quinn. Quinn's breath still as lavender perfumed consumed her. Quinn looked back into the mirror and saw the brown eyes widened as she noticed the blonde next to her.
"Hello, Quinn!" Rachel squeaked.
Quinn's eyes shifted down as she tapped her fingers on the sink counter. She really did not want to have this conversation.
"I really have to go, Rachel" the blonde said as she spun around to grab the bathroom door handle. She felt a small hand squeeze her elbow.
"Wait, Quinn, please" the diva pleaded. "I would really like to talk to you."
Quinn shifted, using all her head cheerio composure, and stood towards Rachel.
"I'm sorry if you were hurt by what happened between Finn and me onstage," the brunette began. "I didn't know he was going to do that. But-" she stopped and bit her lip. Rachel stared Quinn in the eyes, and took a deep breath as if she was afraid to say the next part.
"But I love him. I really do. And I know that might hurt you, you know, I am truly sorry about that but we want to do this. We're going to. Finn and I have no more secrets and I think we're both in a good place. So I would greatly appreciate it if you could be happy for us. And..."
Rachel finally looked away from Quinn, taking a sudden interest in the plain, white wall. The blonde tapped her foot impatiently.
"And what?" Quinn pressed. Rachel fidgeted with the sleeve of her dress.
"And I think you may need to really think about why you are so upset with Finn and me dating. Just... it might be good for you and explain some things that I don't even think you understand...." Rachel stopped
Quinn blinked. What is Berry even saying, she wondered. Quinn turned back around, glanced one more time at Rachel, her hazel eyes roaming the brunette's features, until hazel found the chocolate eyes again. Quinn swung the bathroom door open.
"Don't, Berry. Just don't," and Quinn slammed the door behind her.
She walked out in the breezy air, ignoring the annoyed look of Santana, and wished the school year behind. She had a whole summer to go without Rachel and mixed feelings of whatever, something Quinn couldn't even understand. The blonde would start this summer off with no Glee club, no cheerleading. She could try to ignore her drunken mother and spend a few months with Santana and Brittany. And no tiny, annoying brunette.