“Well, I’m glad the Big Apple called you.” She said with a small smile. For the first time since Finn’s death Rachel felt like she could maybe, just maybe, trust someone with her heart again. Quinn, he felt like home to Rachel, the person she had been searching for, but she worked so hard to keep up the walls that guard her heart from being shattered again. Rachel has always been optimist, but not now, especially when it came to love and trusting someone else.
“I don’t know if she’s worse than Coach Sylvester, but they’re definitely on the same playing field.” She said rolling her eyes. “Ms. July is evil too, pure evil, but she’s evil because she’s broken… I think, somewhere deep down, Coach Sylvester was broken too and she took it out on all of us. I’m not trying to justify how she treated us, because she was truly awful, but maybe there was a reason. At least I like to think there was so I don’t go absolutely crazy.” She said taking a sip of the drink, liking the way it burned. Rachel didn’t drink often so she had a fairly low tolerance to alcohol. She wasn’t even half way done with her glass and she could already feel the amber liquid going to her head.
Rachel laughed a bit at his comment about Mr. Schue’s sweater vests. “I mean…. He did have a better fashion sense than I did in high school. Do you remember my reindeer sweater?” She listened to what Quinn said before placing her hand on his thigh and squeezing it gentilly “Don’t apologize, you were clearly going through some stuff in high school and I was way more obnoxious than I am now. It’s okay.”
“Yeah, I am too. Glad I got into theatre, too.” It was so weird, reconnecting like this, as if everything in their past hadn’t occurred. As if they’d been proper friends and not friends only when it suited him. As if he hadn’t drawn a rather pornographic, and poorly rendered, image of her on a bathroom stall. he shook his head at the memory. God, he’d been such as ass back then. Yet here she was, sitting on his couch like none of that mattered. The worst part was, it felt so damn right to have her there.
“Perhaps, and you don’t want stories of what she put us Cheerios through, but a tragic past does not a good excuse make, when it comes to what she did. Not that I can say much, given how I treated you.” His words were quiet, confined. This was not a topic he enjoyed but he understood what Rachel was getting at. “While it is better to believe there a reason for cruelty, we have to admit, no reason is reason enough. There is a difference between tough love and cruelty, and it seems neither woman knows it well.”
Quinn giggled at the reminder. “His made him look creepy, though. Yours made you look cute, and of course I do, it was one of my favorites.” He bit his lip at the admission, looking down at his lap, at the hand on his thigh. “That’s not an excuse, Rachel. It never was and I won’t let it be one now. I hurt you and you can’t tell me I didn’t. Yes, I was going through things but you didn’t deserve me taking it out on you. I was just so jealous that you were so unabashedly yourself and that on top of that I liked you and everything I was raised to believe was crashing down around me.” The words tumbled from his mouth in one breath and he had to inhale sharply to even try to regain is breath. That was not how any of that was supposed to come out and now he really couldn’t bring himself to look at Rachel.
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