America's Sweet Hearts-Faberry

Chapter 13

Rachel Berry was wanted to die. Her eyes were stinging, red and so puffy, she was sure they would be like that for hours. Her head had a pain moving through it, one that she wished she never had to experience. It was worse then any headache, or migraine that she had ever felt.

It was almost time for her to start getting ready for the night, but as far as she was concerned, it wasn't going to happen. Her phone was turned off, her door was locked, and her bed was the only place she wanted to be for the rest of the night. She'd messed up, and she knew she had. When Quinn told her they were having lunch with her Mother, she was nervous, but she was also very excited. It wasn't just that she had liked Judy from the moment she met her, or that Judy liked her so much, that she wanted to see her again. She was nervous because it was Quinn's Mother. Quinn, who she was falling hard for. Quinn, who was holding her heart in her hands. She was mentally kicking herself. The lunch would have gone so much smoother if only she had kept her mouth shut.

Earlier that day...

Rachel was nervously waiting on 47th street. She was standing outside of the restaurant Quinn had told her to meet her and Judy at. It was called Blue Fin. She wasn't angry or at all frustrated that she was waiting. She was early, and she knew that. Her nerves were all over the place. It was a wonder she hadn't dropped the bouquet of red roses she was holding. However, she couldn't do anything to mess the flowers up in any way. They were for Quinn's mother, and she'd put a lot of thought behind the gesture. Asking Quinn what Judy's favorite flowers were had been the easiest part. Finding out why red roses were her flower of choice was a different story. She hadn't planned on getting such a complex answer. Judy's least favorite color was red. It reminded her of anger, which took her mind to her Ex husband, Quinn's Father, Russell. When he was angry, and out of his mind with fury, he'd mention how he saw red. Apparently, he'd used the expression too often, and it had become apart of the terror that Quinn and Judy had to deal with on a daily basis. Judy had always loved Roses, but the color was where it got complicated. Russell always got the color wrong. He'd bring her roses all the time, as an effort to make up for his violence. Never red. Yellow, pink, and for some reason more then any other color, white. Never red. Judy had found it somewhat ironic since she hated the phrase in question, and over time, had grown to hate her husband. After the divorce, she decided that her new favorite flower would be the red rose. Not only had Rachel fallen in love with the reasoning, but she was touched that her lover was comfortable sharing such a personal detail about her Mother. After hearing the story, she felt it necessary to go out, and buy a nice fresh bouquet of red roses.

As Rachel stood waiting, she looked down at her shoes. She had struggled a lot with her outfit, but for some reason she was overly concerned about her shoes. Before she had driven herself into frustration by over thinking the footwear, she decided to just chalk it up to nerves. She was looking for a place to put all her nervous, and for some reason, she was taking it out on her shoes.

"God damn it", she mumbled to herself."Why did I agree to this?"

She was seconds away from ducking out, when she heard Quinn's voice, and looked up.

"Hey, there's my girl", she smiled, as she approached. Her mother, not two or three steps behind her."You look so nice, baby."

"Thank you, but you look better", said Rachel. Quinn leaned in for a kiss, and Rachel almost freaked out. Her mother was standing right there. Before Quinn's lips go to Rachel's, the tiny woman moved her head, so that she ended up getting a kiss on the cheek.

"Hi Judy, it's very nice to see you again", she laughed, nervously. Quinn was confused about the kiss, but giggled once she realized how nervous her little lover was."I...I brought these for you."