By Elitemassacre aka Britt

Chapter 1: Abbreviated Endeavors

A/N: new fic already. I'm apparently on a writing roll, though I couldn't remember that word for a good five minutes. Lyrics are to the song Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls, really awesome.

As Rachel walks towards her, Quinn isn't surprised that she showed up again. They both have free periods now, and though the skanks would usually be her too they've all been suspended for three weeks as a result of beating the shit of Azimio. So as the brunette came and sat down next to her on the bench under the bleachers, Quinn trys to be a Fabray and erect a mask of indifference that dissapears as soon as Rachel speaks.

"Hi Quinn." A soft smiled played over her lips and the hint of red in her eyes shines as the sun shines through the open spaces in the bleachers above them.

"Hey Rachel." Quinn thinks it's funny sometimes, the way that there's hints of gold in her eyes and hints of red in Rachel's. She mentions this to the singer and that big smile takes over her face.

"I miss you." She says, reaching into her bag to retrieve a sandwhich just to hand it over to Quinn. The second the former blonde opens the sandwhich bag she smells it, the bacon. Rachel made her a blt. The taller of the two can't help the smile that falls over her lips as she removes it from the bag.

As she digs into the sandwhich, the brunette pulls out two water bottles and hands one to the currently eating girl. The hazel eyed one watched over her ridiculously delicious sandwhich filled with pepper bacon and made by a vegan as Rachel smile happily at seing her eat.

"Thanks." Quinn says quietly, her gaze focused on the coffee brown eyes in front of her.

"You're welcome. For what?" She says, nodding as the first two words fall from pink lips.

"For the sandwhich and for not mentioning that you were worried I wasn't eating because cigarettes lower appetite." The former blonde drains half her water as Rachel watches her.

"You're welcome." The brunette grabs a pale, smooth hand and runs her fingers palms before standing and leaving, a smile on her face.

Quinn can't help the uncaged smile that finds itself on her face as Rachel walks away.

Lunch - Two Weeks Later

Rachel sits down next to Quinn for the twentieth time in two weeks.

"Hey Rach." Quinn says, opening the sandwhich bag that the brunette handed her. It's a pb&j and the former blonde can see the hints of rasberry preserve on the sides. She almost wants to ask the girl next to her why she keeps bringing her her favorite foods, but is afraid that if she does, the singer will stop doing it.

"Hi, I missed you." RAchel says just like every time, reaching in her bag to produce a bottle of snapple for the hazel eyed girl whose watcher her over a sandwhich. When she's halfway through the sandwhich, she puts it on the napkin the diminutive girl hands her.

"Why do you say that?" She asks, drinking down her mango madness before setting it down and staring into red-tinted coffee orbs.

"That I miss you? Because I do." She digging into a sauteed vegetable salad that the former blonde can admit looks delicious. Rachel offers her the forck, full of zuchini, eggplant, mushrooms, and other vegetables. The brunette is just as observant as ever. After Quinn downs the really tasty forkful, she looks at into those red brown eyes again.

"I don't understand why. You've got everything you've ever wanted from this place. Glee clubs a real family now...But that's just gravy right? You've got him, and that's all you ever wanted, isn't it?" The gold specks in her eyes shine for a second as she speaks.

"No. it's not." The brunette puts down her bowl and pushes it over to Quinn, fork balanced precariously along the edge of said bowl.

"I know you like this, you can have it. Enjoy your sandwhich, too. I'll see you tomorrow. Goodbye, Quinn." She's up and walking away before Quinn can think of the right words to say. The brunette looks over her shoulder at Quinn once before dissapearing out of view around a corner. The former cheerio grabs the bowl, the fork still stands balanced on the edge.

Lunch - Next Day

When Rachel sits down next to her and reaches into her bag, she comes back with a turkey club. She about to reach back into the bag when Quinn places her hand on the brunettes arm and hands over the tupperware container from the day before. Inside there's noodles and what looks like tofu, peanuts, bean sprouts and some other things she can't immediately recognize.

The full bowl is warm in her hands and she doesn't understand.

"Teacher's lounge has a microwave. I mentioned it was for you and Coach Beist volunteered. I didn't have to break in there. Here." A pair of chopsticks are places are placed in her open palm and Rachels smiles in a awy that Quinn can't remember seeing directed her way since the clubd id Born this Way. The two of them had been standing side by side and Rachel had announced to the plastic surgeon that Quinn was her friend. Yea, she recognized it now. But there was something in the brunettes eyes that hadn't been there before. She watches Rachel dig into her vegan pad thai with the chopsticks that are red with little gold stars at the fat ends.

"Are you happy, Rach?" Quinn watches her carefully as she places the bowl on the bench in between them and as she waits for the words to fall from those lips, she reaches into her bag and pulls out a peach white tea for Rachel, handing it to her and loving the smile she gets as a reward.

"I have been for the last two weeks." She says, smacking her lips and making an 'ahhh' sound like a kid after she takes a sip of the tea that Quinn bought her.

"If I ask you about that...why you're happy, are you going to walk away again?" The hazel eyed girl watches the other carefully. The brunette usually touches her before she leaves, so as she finishes her turkey club, she scoots back from her a foot or so, trying to make the girls escape from her a little more difficult.

"Would you want me to leave?" She asks, nothing but honesty harbours itself in her eyes.

"No. I want you to stay. You always leave so early, like half an hour before our lunch is over, or an hour and twenty minutes before our free period's over. I never say anything because I thought you were going to spend time with him. I want you to stay, Rachel." Quinn knows she's said too much. 'I want you to stay' would have bee sufficient.

"Then I'll stay. And I'll answer your question as well. I'm happy because I get to spend some of my day with you. When I'm not here, I miss you." She stops talking to dive back into her pad thai. when she's done with it, another ten minutes has passed and Quinn spent all that time looking at her.

"Will you sing for me Quinn?" She digging back in too her food again, a grin on her face that tells the aforementioned woman that she thinks it's delicious.

"You want me to sing for you. I'm not like you Rachel. I had the weakest voice in the club. Didn't you used to say something like that?" She doesn't mean to bring up the brunettes ultra-diva past, but she's a little afraid to sing in front of her. She's not Rachel.

"I only acted like that because I was so alone back then. I didn't really have any friends, and the only time you ever looked at me or talked to me was when I was acting majorly foolish. I apologize for that. But you're wrong about your voice. It's beautiful. So beautiful. You've got this throaty, husky, sexy voice. Sometimes I wish my voice had as much soul as yours does. I have to put emotion in my words to make them have as much emotion as you do without any effort. Will you sing for me please?" When she places all the food bags and containers in her bag and scoots so close to Quinn that their thigh are touch and grabs and holds her hand, the former blonde knows it's not because she's leaving. So she starts to think of what song to sing. Reaching into her pocket, she pulls out her phone and starts the song, turning it down so they can only barely hear the music. She starts once she's got it just right. She keeps her eyes locked with Rachel's the whole time, willing her to see what she feels and to feel it too. By the time she's done singing, tears have fallen from both hazel and brown eyes.

And I'd give up forever to touch you,

Cause I know that you feel me somehow.

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be,

And I don't want to go home right now.

And all I can taste is this moment,

And all I can breathe is your life,

And sooner or later it's over,

I just don't want to miss you tonight.

And I don't want the world to see me,

Cause I don't think that they'd understand.

When everything's made to be broken,

I just want you to know who I am.

And you cant fight the tears that ain't coming,

Or the moment of the truth in your lies.

When everything feels like the movies,

Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive.

And I don't want the world to see me,

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand.

When everything's made to be broken,

I just want you to know who I am.

And I don't want the world to see me,

Cause I don't think that they'd understand.

When everything's made to be broken,

I just want you to know who I am.

And I don't want the world to see me,

Cause I dont think that they'd understand.

When everything's made to be broken,

I just want you to know who I am.

I just want you to know who I am.

I just want you to know who I am.

I just want you to know who I am.