Serendipity

CHAPTER 11

Rachel took the bottled water Quinn offered her and sat back onto the couch in the blonde's trailer. The final take of their first kiss scene had gone in the can about fifteen minutes ago, and now, after changing back into their street clothes, it was time for them to have their talk. Problem was, she didn't know where to start. It wasn't like she could just come out and tell the blonde that she had been dreaming of her for years. That she woke up, more often than not, trembling with an orgasm that dream Quinn gave her. No, that certainly wouldn't work. But what should she say? 'I liked kissing you and I want to do it more'? That would be the truth, never mind how easy it would make her sound, but it wasn't everything. Yes, when she looked at Quinn she wanted nothing more than to kiss the blonde again, but there was more – more that even she didn't fully understand yet.

Quinn was facing a similar problem as she pulled a bottled water for herself out of the refrigerator. She knew she and Rachel needed to talk about what had happened between them on set, but she didn't know where to start. She didn't want to just lay everything out for the brunette and risk scaring her off. It was one thing to secretly lust after a woman for years, it was quite another to come right out and tell her that. And Rachel wasn't making finding the right words easy, either. Rachel with her flushed cheeks, kiss swollen lips, and messy hair that was a picture-perfect example of the indescribably sexy look that women got after they'd been bedded certainly wasn't helping her find the words she knew she needed.

She sighed as she dropped heavily onto the couch beside Rachel, facing the wall opposite them rather than the woman she desired because she found it easier to think when she wasn't looking at her. "Interesting scene, huh?" she said wryly in an attempt to begin the conversation they both knew they needed to have.

"Very interesting," Rachel agreed softly as she fiddled with the cap on her water. "I don't know where to start, to be honest. That was..."

Amazing. Earth shattering. Perfection. The best kiss of my life, Quinn thought as she waited silently for Rachel to continue.

"... god, Quinn. It was amazing," Rachel sighed.

Quinn smiled and reached out to take Rachel's hand into her own. She lifted the smaller woman's hand to her lips and pressed a soft kiss to tanned knuckles. "I've been dreaming about that kiss for years," she whispered softly, watching Rachel out of the corner of her eye to see the other woman's reaction.

And Rachel did not disappoint. The brunette's jaw fell open as she turned to fully look at Quinn. "Really?"

Quinn nodded. "Really. Since, oh, I'd say junior year, or thereabouts. That was when I started to realize that what I felt for you wasn't hatred, that I actually really liked you and hated myself for wanting you like I did. You were a beauty even then, with your mouth-wateringly short skirts and hideously god-awful sweaters," she teased lightly.

"My skirts weren't that short," Rachel argued the one point she could because, looking back at herself in high school, even she had to admit that her sweaters were not the most fashionable.

Quinn grinned and shook her head. "They absolutely were, and god bless you for it, Rachel Berry."

Rachel blushed at the warmth in the blonde's tone. "I wish I'd known you felt that way," she whispered.

"Would it have made a difference?" Quinn asked, finally turning her head to look directly into Rachel's big brown eyes that were swimming with emotion.

"I don't know," Rachel sighed. "But I would like to think so, yes. I really enjoyed kissing you tonight. I... almost feel cheated about it."

Quinn's brow furrowed in confusion even though she had thought something similar herself before they'd begun shooting. "Did I do something wrong?"