I'm a recent New York resident and NYU student.
I'm an English major and a film studies minor, but I'm sure that's interesting to nobody but myself.
I enjoy hot coffee and good music.
As well as good movies and even better books.
(Just an RP)
“Was it because I was naked?” she asked, joking obviously, but the tone of her voice said otherwise. “Because if that did the trick, then I understand. Maybe you should come see the play more often, then.” She commented with a giggle and a wink. “Although…now that I think about it I don’t think you’d want to do that. I don’t know if you’re still mad at Jesse for what I made him do…,” Rachel tilted her head to the side slightly, that was something they didn’t quite talk about other than Quinn sort of yelling because she was upset when she saw Jesse with some other girl. But in fact, Rachel was glad that her plan didn’t work out (or well, maybe it did, it brave Quinn after all) because she wasn’t sure for how much longer she would be able to lie to the girl she loved.
She shook her head; she shouldn’t be thinking about that in that moment, they had more important things to talk about and to do. Like kissing. “I understand that though. I knew you better than that to have expected you to be completely open with me when we had only been dating for a few months. Maybe it was too soon, but I had never felt this way about anyone before and I just couldn’t hold it in. I’m glad we waited, even if we had to be apart for a while. Timing is very important in a relationship, and if we would have rushed, maybe we wouldn’t even be together right now, and honestly? I can’t imagine a life without you. I don’t remember life without you…” Rachel placed a quick peck on the blonde’s lips and smiled. If it was true that the way you start a new year is the way the rest of the year is going to be like, then she had absolutely no doubt that she was going to love 2013.
Rachel let out a content sigh and rolled over, landing on top of Quinn. There, that felt more familiar. With a cheeky smile on her face, Rachel lowered herself just so she was hovering over Quinn’s ear and whispered an “I love you” before placing a trail of kisses along her jaw. “I’m not letting you go again.”
“Rachel!” Quinn gaped with a smile on her face and god it felt so good to just joke around with the other girl. ”I wouldn’t mind coming to see the show again though,” she said with a shrug and a bit of a grin. Quinn covered her face in embarrassment at the mention of Jesse’s name. She felt like a complete fool for the way that she acted even though at the time she felt completely within her rights. ”I’m not mad at him but I’m sure he hates me,” she couldn’t help but laugh. ”Maybe you can help me bake him some I’m sorry cookies or something,” she suggested with a chuckle knowing those were Rachel’s trademark.
Quinn just listened to Rachel talk idly playing with her hair as she spoke. It was obvious they were both in a much better place now. They could talk about their past without holding grudges against each other and they were getting the fresh start the strived for so many times before. ”I don’t want a life with out you Rachel. I tried. These past five months I’ve tried desperately to live my life without you, but I can’t,” she said honestly.
In an instant the mood shifted from serious to playful and Quinn wasn’t complaining. It was still difficult for her to be so open about her feelings, and she figured that was about as much as she could handle for one night. The blonde returned her girlfriends smile as she hovered above her and gasped audibly at the I love you whispered directly in her ear. Feeling Rachel’s breath on heated skin and the pressure of her bod pressed snugly in Quinn’s. It was becoming a lot to get used to and fast. ”I love you too,” she spoke as Rachel peppered kisses on her jaw. Slender hands held purchase on the back of Rachel’s strong thighs.
Placing a kiss on Rachel’s lips she got a wicked look in her eye because this was just not working for her. As much as she loved the delicious pressure of Rachel’s small frame pressed against her own it didn’t give her much leverage to put her lips to good use. Rolling them over so she was the one hovering above Rachel she grinned widely and placed a kiss square on Rachel’s lips. The blonde brought her hand up to cup Rachel’s cheek as she deepened the kiss and sucked her bottom lip into her mouth letting her hip settle snugly above Rachel’s. ”You’re so beautiful, Rach.” She said kissing down Rachel’s jaw to her neck finally reaching her collar bones. Her free hand went underneath the brunette’s top not wandering but just needing to feel more skin. She let her nails glide up Rachel’s side and down her tone stomach all the while letting her lips wander all over her neck.
Rachel loved metaphors, there was no doubt of that. And as much as she wanted to come up with pretty words to describe what kissing Quinn Fabray freely after so long felt like, the only thing she could come up with was comparing it to drinking a glass of cold water after a really hot day and not feeling a little bit satisfied. She wanted more, and more, and…
Letting out a soft sigh, Rachel nodded and joined Quinn on the bed, kicking off her shoes too and removing a layer of clothes because the blonde’s place and her hot cheeks were warm enough. She immediately snuggled herself closer to her girlfriend and placed a quick kiss right over her collar bone in the little skin she had exposed. Rachel smiled to herself and tangled their legs together like they used to whenever they would sleep over at the other’s place on those hot May and June nights before their relationship took that awful turn. Rachel thought she was having some kind of moment, the emotional kind, when she just stops to think about everything they went through and has the need to voice everything, her feelings, her thoughts, everything. No filter at all. Quinn wouldn’t mind, right?
She brushed Quinn’s hand with her hand, running her fingers through it and then letting her hand gently rest on the spot where she kissed her before, her thumb lightly tracing the line of her collar bone. “When you were singing that song…,” she started, a shy smile on her face. “You know what song I’m talking about. Were you singing it just as a birthday gift or were you singing your feelings through song?” Rachel knew the answer, it was quite obvious by then, but she wanted to hear it from Quinn herself, knowing that she put that much thought into it and that she braved herself to sing that even when Rachel knew that the blonde didn’t like singing for an audience. “Was it you trying to say that you’re in love with me?” Rachel asked, clearing her throat and the shy smile turning into a much more confident one. “When did you figure it out? Couldn’t resist the Berry charm, huh?”
Rachel didn’t even need to finish that sentence to know which song she was referring to. It was a slightly spontaneous decision to show up at Rachel’s apartment and sing what she was feeling, and even if they didn’t talk about it afterward she hoped Rachel got the point and it looked like she did. ”I was singing how I felt,” she smiled lightly. ”I was singing my feeling but the words I was still too scared to admit without background music,” she chuckled. ”That was very much my way of telling you I loved you, Rachel Berry.” The blonde let her fingers trail up and down the girl’s arm. The motion like muscle memory to her considering she’d done this so many nights before. ”Part of me hoped that would be our moment. But I’m glad we didn’t rush back into things. I’m glad we spend Christmas together. The first of many I hope,” the blonde blushed because she was already thinking about their future.
Quinn couldn’t help but chuckle at Rachel’s question and she was completely within her rights with wanting to know. Her girlfriend had waited so long for her feelings to catch up of course Rachel would want to know the moment it all clicked into place for Quinn. She didn’t even have to think about it really because hindsight is 20/20 and now she could easily pick out the moment she could readily admit to herself that she loved Rachel Berry. ”The second I saw you on stage for Spring Awakening,” she smiled. There was some poetic justice there considering the last time she saw Rachel on a stage was when she admitted her herself that she even had feelings for the other girl. Both nights ended up in an unexpected kiss and one of the girl’s bolting. God Quinn loved Symmetry. ”I was so proud of you. I still am. I wanted to send you flowers and tell you how much I’ve been thinking about you, but I chickened out.” She said biting her lip. ”I’ve loved you from the beginning you know? I just couldn’t say it,” she sighed hoping that made sense.
God, it sounded better every time she said it. Forgive her for being a little bit skeptical or insecure, but she’s been waiting for that moment for so long that once it happened she still couldn’t believe it was true. Rachel knows it’s probably not because of her or her plan, but she’s still going to attribute Quinn’s braveness to that little push she gave her — if she wasn’t a little jealous of Jesse when they walked into the book shop then Rachel was going to quit. She made a mental note to ask her girlfriend later on. Preferably when she wasn’t so distracted by both her lips and hands.
There was a burning in her chest, that kind of burning you actually enjoy, and Rachel knew it had nothing to do with the fact that her body suddenly crashed into Quinn’s (that kind of burning was a little lower). It was a burning for holding in her feelings for so long, for not being able to do anything about them or even talk to Quinn, to kiss her, to hold her hand, to just being around her… In those past months after they break up they hardly saw each other despite living in the same building and the same floor; they said they were going to stay friends, but that didn’t happen either. And now…Rachel’s feelings were too exposed, they were threatening to burn her chest open and just free themselves since Rachel didn’t seem able to open her mouth and let them out.
She sighed into the kiss, pulling away only slightly to their foreheads were resting against each other, her breathing still against Quinn. “Say it again,” she demanded in a low voice, closing her eyes. “Do you, really? Please, say it again.” During the year they’ve known each other, Rachel never really showed signs of being insecure about Quinn’s feelings for her, except when they weren’t dating yet, but that didn’t count. She was happy right there and then, but somehow she also managed to be scared that everything was going to disappear soon, that maybe they would go to sleep that night and she was going to wake up alone and Quinn would be nowhere to be found. So she was going to make the most of that night. It was a new year, right? Maybe one of her resolutions should be carpe diem, seize the day and all that. That way she won’t regret not doing or saying something when it comes to Quinn.
Rachel wanted to apologize for being silly and insecure; there she was, alone in a room with the girl she was completely in love with, yet she couldn’t let herself enjoy the moment until she heard those words over and over. The brunette held up one finger and brushed it against Quinn’s lips slowly. They were still as perfect as she remembered. “I love you.”
Not being one to deny her girlfriend muh of anything Quinn complied with Rachel’s request. ”I love you,” she said softly. Their lips still so close that she was sure Rachel could feel Quinn’s breath brush against her lips. She hoped Rachel inhaled her words and let them settle deep in her belly because Quinn meant every word. ”I,” she began leaving a kiss to the corner of Rachel’s mouth. ”Love,” another kiss to the opposite side. ”You. I love you, Rachel Berry.” Quinn chuckled because she had said the words three time within the past few minutes alone and she wasn’t running away. In fact the words were liberating, and she was positive she was in love with Rachel all those months ago even if she wouldn’t allow herself to say it. She had lost time to make up for.
The blonde closed her eyes at the feeling of Rachel’s finger running over her lips. For as long as she could remember this was something would do every so often whenever they would kiss. She would take a moment to just appreciate Quinn’s lips and it set fire to something in her lower stomach. Then the sentiment was returned and Quinn had no idea hearing those three little words could mean so much. As a writer she took a lot of stock in words and their power, but never did she know that hearing them could mean so much.
Quinn kneeled on her bed and kicked off her shoes settling herself on her back against the pillows. ”Come here I’m not done kissing you yet,” she grinned propping herself up on her elbow and waiting for Rachel to join her.
Closer - Tegan and Sara
I won’t treat you like you’re oh so typical
The fact that Rachel actually considered starting making breakfast food after midnight just to stop thinking about Quinn in compromising positions should tell anyone just how sane she felt in that moment. Completely not her fault though, the blonde was the one to say that Rachel should tell her about what she was thinking about. And Rachel ever held herself back when it came to talk about ‘too much information’ things, but that…that was different. Rachel couldn’t just tell the blonde “Well, Quinn, here’s the problem. While I appreciate your love declaration - and believe me, I really do. I’ve been hoping to hear it from a long time - for some reason I can’t stop thinking about you, less clothed and preferably in my bed. Or maybe yours, I’m not really picky. You see, I have a very vivid imagination, so I’m finding it a little difficult to concentrate and just standing here and talking to you without having some other thoughts in my head…do you understand where I’m going with this?”
Rachel opened her mouth, for a moment she considered just saying that because what was the worst thing that could happen? But in less than a second she had her girlfriend’s arms wrapped around her and she was gone again. She closed her eyes and giggled quietly, staying still just happy to feel Quinn close to her. “Maybe it is, a little bit. But I can’t say I blame you. Some of our neighbors called me ‘hot’, so I must be it, huh?” She joked, shaking her head lightly at herself because if Quinn was pathetic then she was completely lame. “Are you sure you don’t want anything to drink? Water, orange juice, tea…?”
“Or we can just keep kissing in the bedroom…” she muttered under her breath, not quite sure if she was being serious and not quite sure if Quinn heard her either. She hoped she did, and she hoped the answer was yes, too.
Quinn giggled at Rachel’s joke. ”Mhm they are right, but hot doesn’t do you justice. I was thinking beautiful,” she mused pulling Rachel’s hair over one shoulder to give Quinn easier access to her neck. ”Gorgeous. Stunning. Lovely,” she said punctuating each word with a kiss to Rachel’s neck. ”My gorgeous girlfriend,” she sighed whistfully.
“I don’t need anything to drink, Rach.” Just you. Then she heard the other girl’s suggestion and she couldn’t help but smile wickedly. She didn’t know if it was an actual suggestion or Rachel’s inner monologue exposing itself, but it didn’t fall on deaf ears. In fact that was all Quinn wanted right now. To feel close to her girlfriend wrapped up in each other to feel Rachel’s skin on her own leaving a wake of goosebumps making it feel like there was fire running through her veins.
Now Quinn was getting a head of herself because they were both still here in the kitchen. ”Mmm I like the sound of that,” she smiled turning Rachel around so they were finally facing each other. ”I love you,” she grinned taking Rachel’s hand in her own and guiding her towards Quinn’s bedroom. One the door was closed behind them the blonde couldn’t keep her lips off of Rachel’s or her hands to herself as she placed her hands on a petite waist and pulled Rachel’s body into her own.
All Rachel could do in that moment was simply stay still, enjoy the feeling of Quinn’s lips against hers, and let out soft sighs as she tried not to moan because it had definitely been a long time since they were together like that and Rachel just missed it all, even those things she didn’t know about the blonde yet. Like some sensitive spots all over her body, or where exactly she needed to touch her to make her skin tingle and burn, just like Quinn’s touch did to her. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” she asked through sighs, her free hand quickly finding the blonde’s waist, pulling her closer even if they weren’t in an ideal position. Bur Rachel just needed…she just… Where they even in that point in the relationship? Rachel would like to think that after knowing each other for so long they were, and not to sound like a teenage boy but…well, she actually didn’t have any excuse for her behavior other than she really loved Quinn and that, well, yes, she wanted to show it to her in a physical way.
Rachel pulled away from her girlfriend (girlfriend!!! How wonderful was to think about that) took a deep breath and shook her head slightly. “Do you want to, um, something to drink, perhaps?” she asked, trying to change the subject (not that they were talking about anything anyway) and quickly got up, trying to distract herself. Goodness, she really was a teenage boy. What if Quinn noticed? What if Quinn thought she was completely lame? Way to start a new year, huh?
Quinn grinned into Rachel’s neck every time she heard a soft sigh leave the other girl’s lips. It was reassuring that she still had this effect on Rachel. That a few kisses could leave her gasping for air. There wasn’t a much better feeling than this. The blonde ghosted her lips from Rachel’s neck back up to her lips and hummed contentedly ”I have a pretty good idea, but you should tell me anyway,” She smiled placing one last kiss on Rachel’s lips.
Then in a rush Rachel was off the couch and it pulled Quinn back into the moment. Were they possibly moving too fast? Did Rachel want to go slow because Quinn could respect that. Just because the blonde was finally able to say those three special words didn’t necessarily mean the other girl was ready to move forward in the physical part of their relationship.
“No I’m fine,” she smiled as Rachel walked into the kitchen. Quinn had nearly forgotten just at home Rachel looked here. Even if it had been a while since she had seen the petite brunette saunter around her kitchen she still looked so confortable at Quinn’s place. The blonde got up off the couch and leaned over the island counter resting on her elbows. She sighed because they’d only been out of arms reach for a few moments and she already missed having her arms around her girlfriend. Quinn approached Rachel and wrapped her around her from behind and leaned down to rest her chin on the shorter girl’s shoulder. ”Is it completely pathetic I feel the need to hold you at all times,” she chuckled kissing the other girl’s cheek.
Rachel felt like they should acknowledged it, like they should talk about what just happened; but if there was something Rachel learned from that year she’s known Quinn and from that time they spent apart from each other, was that the blonde needed her own time to process and talk about things. This time, Rachel was going to do everything right and she wasn’t going to push it — they were both there, they both wanted the same thing, they were…in love. She giggled. It still felt like a dream. They were dating; they were in l-o-v-e. Never before had a four letter word made her so immensely happy. She realized then once they got to the apartment that she had everything she needed right there: home and a four letter word.
“It really was,” Rachel agreed, giving a quick peck to the blonde’s lips and slowly untangling herself from her to take off her clothes. Coat!! To take off her coat. It had been a long since she got to be this close with Quinn, that was her excuse at least. But in reality, Rachel didn’t need an excuse to get shivers in her spine or feel over stimulated just for having a make out session with the blonde. It wasn’t a new feeling, though it felt different somehow now. Freeing. Like there was absolutely nothing keeping them from letting themselves just be. Rachel didn’t have to be careful with her words, and Quinn…Quinn could just let her castle walls fall because the brunette was going to be there to help her put them back together in a more small and moderated house; something big enough for the two of them but a place where Quinn could have for herself too.
Rachel still felt overwhelmed, but the good kind, that kind you don’t really want to get rid of, the kind that gives you butterflies in your stomach as cliche as it sounds and makes you giggle every five seconds. So Rachel took a deep breath and plopped down on the couch, throwing her coat opposite to her. She patted the spot next to her with a smile on her face, waiting for the blonde to join her. Tucking her hair behind her ear, Rachel laughed quietly to herself, thinking that this technically was their second ‘honeymoon’ phase, the one they just need to feel close to the other and can’t keep their hands to themselves. “Come here, I miss kissing you already.”
This was all so familiar to Quinn. She was almost having a case of deja vu, but there was a major difference this time around: Quinn was no loner going to hold back. She knew she wouldn’t be able to change over night, but she would try to be more open with Rachel and when she was feeling something she was going to say it. The blonde knew one thing and that was that she was never going to let Rachel Berry walk out of her life ever again.
The blonde quickly followed suit and removed her coat dropping it on the chair next to the couch before settling in next to her girlfriend. Girlfriend. Speaking of settling in she just let those words sit for a moment. She let out a soft contented sigh as she looked at the girl next to her. ”I suppose we do have some lost time to make up for,” she grinned flirtatiously before placing a soft barely there kiss on Rachel’s lips.
Quinn dove back in capturing Rachel’s bottom lip between both of her sucking on it gently. ”I’ve missed your lips,” she stated, pecking them once more. ”And I’ve missed your cute cheeks,” she giggled kissing one of them and beginning a trail down to Rachel’s neck. ”And I’ve missed kissing your neck,” she grinned before sucking on a patch of skin there and laving it over with her tongue. ”I’ve missed your hands,” she said lacing her fingers together with Rachel’s. ”And how perfectly they fit in mine.”
It was just one of those moments when Rachel would imagine that her life was just like a movie. It would be just her and Quinn, the rest of the people would be blurry faces out of the corner of her eye, there would be music playing in the background to match that special moment, and maybe it would even snow for a while because, well, it would be super cute.
But sometimes reality is so much better than dreams or any fantasy she could possibly have. And that was something Rachel wasn’t expecting to hear in that moment, those three words that she longed to hear for so long. It almost felt surreal, to the point where Rachel was left speechless, just staring at the blonde in front of her. Quinn always had that effect on her, she would simply reduce her to one word answers. But Quinn… Quinn just kissed her in that way she really liked. She whispered “I love you” and she smiled and Rachel felt really… yeah. She felt really good, actually. Comfortable. Safe. Good.
“I love you too,” she replied once she found her voice again, words falling easily. It was mad to think that just a little while ago, those three words would have sent either one of them running. Rachel wouldn’t have believed Quinn. Quinn would have just lost it. It was funny to think that it actually happened. Maybe that was all they needed, time. And now there they were, in the middle of Times Squares sharing kisses and sharing love. It was so intimate and the world felt so small, like it was just them in the city. Giving up on words, Rachel kissed Quinn with more meaning, deeper, questioning whether they could do more. You know, just a little bit more.
Rachel always thought she was going to end up marrying some guy, maybe one of her co-workers or a Broadway director when she was really famous. They would have kids, she was going to take some time from the stage, and life was going to be perfect. However, that all changed when Quinn showed up in her life and turned her upside down and in the best way. Quinn came along and changed everything. Everything and Rachel.
And Rachel…she fell in love.
She fell in love with Quinn’s eyes, she fell in love with Quinn’s smile, with her hair, with her hands, with the cute height difference, with her personality. With her voice, with the way she would scrunch her nose sometimes, with the way she talked. She even fell in love with all the things she disliked about herself. How stubborn she was, how she would get mad when she didn’t get her way, the storm outs, the silent treatment.
And now, just sharing kisses like lovers did, like they had been doing that since forever…it was just paradise. How did she get so lucky? Just, how.
“Do you want to…do you want to head back to the apartment?” Rachel asked shyly, stepping on her tiptoes so Quinn would hear her. “It’s really loud here, I thought we could use some…quiet.”
It’s not like Quinn didn’t expect Rachel to say it back. She was almost positive she would, but actually hearing the words, “I love you too” made it feel like her heart was playing hopscotch in her chest. She couldn’t do much but hold Rachel closer. It made Quinn chuckle under her breath because even if her fight or flight reflexes took over. There was no where to run, and to be honest there was no place else Quinn would rather be than tangled in Rachel’s arms stealing kisses and whispering I love yous.
Then Rachel suggested they head back to the apartment and Quinn liked that idea much better. She had already shared her first I love you with the thousands of people present, even if they were too wrapped up in their own lives to even know what was happening around them. The blonde just nodded with a smile splitting her face in two before lacing her fingers with Rachel’s and began pulling her through the crowd. Hailing a cab was an ordeal in itself but once they were safe in a cab with the driver knowing where they were going Quinn’s lips found Rachel’s. The glances from the cabbie in the rearview mirror totally going unnoticed because Quinn was in love and she didn’t want to be apart from Rachel for a single moment. Even when she did need to pull away she left her forehead resting against the other girl’s a content smile etching over her features.
As they pulled up to their apartment building Quinn tossed money to the cabbie not even sure if she covered the full fare, but she was too caught up in the idea of being alone with Rachel. With no prying eyes just her and Rachel. Quinn lead them into the building with purpose and knowing Santana and Brittany were probably still at Santana’s bar she let them into the blonde’s apartment. Once the front door was closed behind them she sighed in relief because they were finally alone.
The taller girl wrapped her arms around Rachel’s shoulders, “Best way to start the new year ever.” She smiled.
Rachel always thought that the end of the year was a time to reflect on life and the decisions you made said year that brought you to be where you are in that moment, hence why the New Year’s resolutions and the hoping the next year will be even better than the one that we’re supposed to be leaving behind; it’s why she found herself in Times Square, hand in hand with Quinn and staring intently at the countdown clock that signaled they still had about fifteen minutes to the beginning of a new year. She had too many things to be grateful for and some other that she regretted immensely, but if she could go back and fix every mistake she’s made, she wouldn’t do it. Rachel wouldn’t change a thing because it would mean that she wouldn’t be there in that moment, sharing such a special moment for her with someone she loves. Because she loves Quinn, and she’s not one to deny herself the pleasure to actually be able to admit it aloud, after everything’s that’s happened. Sure, she still hadn’t said it since they got back together (they were together, right? Saying ‘can we start over’ meant that she wanted to call Quinn hers and only hers, were they on the same page?) but not because she didn’t have the chance or she didn’t want to; Rachel was waiting for the perfect moment. The first time ended up in disaster because it slipped in a very unexpected situation, so now she wanted to plan things carefully, take it slow, give Quinn time to get used to the idea that she was actually in love with her, that she was all Rachel needed to be happy.
The brunette let out a soft content sigh and gave Quinn’s hand a light squeeze as she looked up at her with a smile on her face. She couldn’t help but lick her lips unconsciously as the thought of just leaning in and kissing the blonde in front of thousand people crossed her mind. She knew that it was her plan for when the countdown clock hit zero, but Rachel was just…to be honest, she was still a little shocked to think that it was all happening, that Quinn gave her another chance, that for once most things in her life (at least the important ones) were going her way. “I’m so glad it’s you…,” she thought out loud, feeling so lucky to have someone like Quinn in her life. “The one I’m spending New Year’s Eve with, I mean.” Rachel corrected herself, not wanting to spoil the moment and wanting to save all her sappy words and feelings for after midnight. “What are your new years resolutions? Or you don’t believe in them?”
It was just moments until midnight and Quinn was having one of those rare moments in life where she felt as if she was right where she needed to be. In that moment she felt at complete and utter peace with her hand in Rachel’s as they waited for the ball to drop. Quinn figured if she could feel at peace in Time’s Square surrounded by thousands of people then she could do just about anything. Rachel’s words caused the blonde to look down and catch her eyes, and she couldn’t help but smile. It was as if the smaller girl was voicing her own thoughts. ”I’m glad I’m the one here with you too,” she smiled. It took all of Quinn’s self control not to kiss the girl then and there, but she figured she’d save their next kiss for the new year. Instead she gave Rachel’s small hand a gentle squeeze as people started chanting around them.
“Ten… Nine…”
Quinn bounced on the balls of her feet excitedly counting down.
“Eight… Seven… Six…”
Looking down at the girl beside her all bundled in their thickest winter coats she pulled Rachel as close too her body as possible.
“Five… Four…Three… Two..”
In an instant the past year flashed before Quinn’s eyes. Everything from living with Santana, meeting Rachel, the months they spent building their friendship, the moment Rachel kissed her and ran, their first real kiss, the concert Rachel took her to which marked the night they became official, and of course their breakup. It was in that moment Quinn realized what she needed to do.
“One!”
Before she could even form the words Rachel’s lips were on hers and Quinn saw stars and her immediate reaction was to pull Rachel’s body into her own and place her hands on the girl’s waist. They had shared kisses since the breakup and even a few since starting over but never a kiss like this. It was full of passion and reminiscent of the times they’d get caught up in their own bodies. The kiss tasted of desire and new beginnings and to Quinn it felt a lot like love. As they broke away Quinn opened her eyes and cradled Rachel’s jaw with her slender hand. ”I love you, Rachel.”
The words felt foreign coming from her mouth. It was liberating for her to say and nothing had ever felt more right. Quinn could only hope that Rachel heard her words over the roar of the crowd but she wouldn’t mind repeating them for her over and over again.
