Never asked to feel your halo (Faberry)

9: Two Can Make That Nightmare Real

She held Rachel firmly against the lockers, feeling the fast beat of her heart under her palm and the swell of a breast against her pinky finger.

Rachel didn't seem to mind; she smiled, twirling a yellow straw in her tall glass of lemonade – turn turn – Quinn felt dizzy.

"If you don't dance with me everyone will know."

"IfI dance with you everyone will know."

She could smell the lemonade, it was sweeter than the lemony scent she now associated with Rachel but it was still good. She wanted it. Her mouth was dry and she needed that cool liquid on her tongue to calm her down. She watched Rachel's lips close delicately around the straw. She wanted it.

"You mean I'll know?" Rachel asked, still sucking on the straw.

"And I'll know."

"Which would be worse."

"Obviously."

She didn't know if it was her or Rachel who said, "You're Quinn Fabray, you can have anyone you want, so if you want the damn lemonade that much just take it."

She was leaning in to claim the straw, still tucked between Rachel's pursed lips, when the bell rang.

Jerking awake, Quinn slapped her hand down on the top of her old fashioned alarm clock, silencing its shrill clanging, and groaned. She had never been so happy in her whole life to wake up before she could do something stupid, but being ripped from the dream like that guaranteed it would haunt her all day.

Still groaning, she rolled out of bed. She would not dwell on it. People dreamed crazy stuff all the time and it didn't mean you actually wanted it to happen. It was just . . . pregnancy hormones or something messing with her. There was only one way to handle this: stay away from all things Berry. If she didn't see her, talk to her or smell herfor a few days this weirdness would all go away.

She was successful all day, spending History in the nurse's office, lunch in the bathroom behind the gym, begging off Gym with monthly cramps – biggest lie ever and the lack of them was actually the only good thing about being pregnant – and skipping Glee altogether.

A few times she had to dodge the girl in the halls but she managed it smoothly enough that no one asked 'Why are you hiding from Rachel?' Because really, what would she say to that? She didn't even really know herself.

All she did know was that her morning sickness had lasted all day and was worse than ever and she'd had nothing to relieve that horrible feeling even for a minute.

It took most of the triumphant feeling out of her success, especially when she doubted she'd be able to go another day without giving in.

By Tuesday morning Rachel was a bag of nerves. She'd barely slept over the weekend and then after Quinn's total avoidance the day before she'd had to add another night to her insomnia record.

She made sure to be in American Lit. early so that she didn't have to walk towards their shared desk looking like she was a bag of nerves but it backfired on her a little when Finn once again decided to join her at the back for a few minutes.

He didn't take Quinn's seat this time but squatted down in front of the desk and with his ample height he was still half a head taller than Rachel.

"Good weekend?"

"It was okay."

"Cool."

She didn't think she'd made it sound that way. "How was yours?"

"Quiet, you know. Me and Quinn hung out Saturday night and I spent Sunday playing Mario Kart with Puck."

Rachel nodded until she registered that Quinn had just entered the room. Her eyes shot to her for a few seconds before returning to Finn's.