Such great heights

Chapter 5

Rachel watched the girl walk away and just stayed rooted into the spot, not knowing what else to tell her to convince the blonde she didn't care about Finn anymore. She had messed up, big time. She was sick of her push and pull game with her ex boyfriend and she had seen red, when Santana had made a move on the blonde escort. Although, her stubbornness and pride had won over her desire to make up with Quinn, who had left even madder than before.

Walking out of the restrooms, she was surprised to find her aforementioned ex there, with a flower in his hands. She crossed her arms over her chest and stared at him, as he approached her slowly with a smirk that made her want to punch his face. With every step he took, a petal came off and she was actually hoping he was not seriously muttering "She loves me" or "She loves me not" while doing so. He looked insane, maybe Quinn wasn't totally wrong about him being so self-conceited to see High School was over for all of them.

"You know...relationships are a lot like flowers. If you find the right seed, put it in good soil, give it water and sunlight, bam. Perfect bud. And then comes winter and the flower dies. But if you tend that garden, spring will come along and that flower will bloom again." He stood before her and kept on tearing the petals off the poor flower, with no purpose besides insanity.

"Are you a gardener, now?" Rachel sighed and took a better look at him, how could have she ever found interest in him? "I really don't have time, Finn. As much as I am happy you found a new passion in gardening, we need to postpone this conversation to better times." She tried to move past him, but he stepped in her way.

"You really believe that you have moved on, with that girl? I don't think you are being honest with yourself and by result, with her." He stepped closer to her and cupped her cheek with his rougher palm. "You never showed any interest in girls, I get that you want to experiment but it's time to stop playing games."

"I am not playing any game, Finn. I like Quinn and I am not experimenting with her. I already wasted too much time here with you, when there's an amazing girl I've hurt too much tonight." Rachel sidestepped him and started walking down the staircase that led back to main hall, when his voice stopped her with something that sounded more like a threat than a promise.

"You and I both know how this ends, Rachel. Don't know how, or when, and I don't care where you're living or what people you're shacked up with. You're my girlfriend. We are endgame. I know that and you know that." He smirked and let the last petal fall onto the ground, muttering a soft "She loves me."

"You are mistaken, Finn. I stopped being your girlfriend, long time ago. Move on, like I did." The singer shook her head and proceeded to walk back downstairs, with the hope to find Quinn. The brunette looked around the crowded hall and spotted the blonde talking with the concierge, who handed her the keys to a hotel room. Probably the one they were given for the night. "Quinn. Quinn, wait up." The singer had taken her heels off and was able to run after the blonde, who had slowed down to let her catch up.

"I drank too much to drive back to your parents' place, Rachel, but I'll get out of your hair as soon as morning comes." The blonde slipped inside the elevator with the brunette, who pushed their floor's button before looking at her "date". Her shirt was crumpled and still stained. Her hair was messy and her eyes were glassy and red shot from the drinks she had, probably because of her.

"Don't go. I really want to explain myself and apologize for my insufferable behaviour." Rachel stepped closer to the escort, who closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the elevator. The alcohol induced tiredness was taking over her body, but hopefully a shower would have been enough to make it go away for a bit.

The rest of the ride was pretty silent and Quinn didn't talk until they were in their hotel room, safely locked behind the heavy wooden door. She sighed in relief at the sight of a presumably comfortable bed, even if she wished circumstances had been better for them. She dropped her shirt and pants to the floor, kicking her shoes to the side along with her socks. "I am going to jump in the shower, quickly. Then, we can talk." The taller blonde slipped inside the en-suite bathroom and closed the door behind herself,