Romance in the Rain (Quinntana)

Ch. 6 Spilled Beans

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Parsons School

Rachel bade her friends goodbye as her last class of the day had dismissed, but when she stepped out of the school building, there was a smug face waiting for her.

"Long time no see," Sam smirked. "I've come to settle the score."

"I don't know you." Rachel brushed past him and kept walking but Sam followed behind her.

"Come on, you know I'm the brother from the other side." She ignored him and he continued, "I'll introduce myself again. I'm Samuel Evans Fabray, a graduate in journalism from NYU and I work at Manhattan News. Your bestie, Quinn, and I are from the same-"

"I'm not interested in your background," she interrupted, turning to face him. "Come straight to the point, what do you want?"

He wore a mischievous expression as he leaned in closer to her. "What time does your class end? I'll take you out and buy dinner."

"Sorry, I don't want to go out with you or dine with you," Rachel said matter-of-factly. She walked off but he persisted.

"Why not?"

"1. I don't accept invitations readily. 2. I'm not the sort of girl you think I am or like the girls you go out with and 3. Because of Quinn."

"That's strange. 1. How do you know what sort of girl I think you are? 2. How do you know what sort of girl I go out with? 3. I don't keep a distance from you because of Quinn, so why are you going to turn me down because of her?"

"Fine, let's just talk about 3."

Sam smiled in triumph. "I'm all ears."

The two continued walking on the campus lawn as Rachel spoke. "That day you went to Quinn's place, you drove a big car. Though your purpose was to give her money, you had such a superiority complex. Has it crossed your mind what kind of life she and her mother are living?" she questioned. "When she rejected the money, you just left with an attitude. You didn't even bother to say something nice to her. Don't you feel bad at all?"

"Why should I? She didn't want the money, what could I possibly do about that?"

"She's your little sister!" Rachel scolded. "Don't you care about her at all?"

Sam pressed his lips into his mouth, in thought.

"When you live in luxury at home, she might be starving and trying hard to make ends meet. She might have to cast aside her pride to make a living. I doubt you've thought of all that, for in your heart, she can't even be compared to a stray cat or a dog!"

Guilt and embarrassment washed over his face. "I'm an idiot asking for all that scolding," he muttered. He began to take his leave, but a giggle made him turn back around.

"Alright, now I've got it off my chest. Now I can go out with you for dinner."

He gave her a confused look. "Why did you change your mind?"

"Because of 4."

"What's 4?"

"You just happen to be my type," Rachel said, unable to contain her smile.

Sam slowly grinned at her words.

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Fabray Estate

Brittany sat on the sofa in her bedroom as she looked over the photo album Artie gifted her. Her eyes lingered on the photos of her and Santana, specifically of the ones where they were nearly cuddled together, taken moments after their fall. Brittany smiled as she thought back at the memory. She turned to her cat who was laying next to her.