"Oh! Quinn! I'm sorry, I didn't think anyone would be in here…" My voice tailed off. Just 2 seconds ago I had entered the choir room humming to myself and found the blonde sat on the floor by the Christmas tree, her legs curled underneath her. She had been gazing up at the lights with a lost look on her face. She smiled when she saw me, but I noticed that she looked a little sad. "Are you OK?" I asked nervously. Quinn sighed. "Yeah, I'm OK. Family's always on my mind this time of year…brings back some bad memories..." I understood how she felt and sat down beside her.
"This must be hard for you," I said quietly, putting a hand on her shoulder. I thought she would flinch away, but she didn't. "But its important to be with your family and friends around Christmas time so you can replace the bad memories with good ones."
Quinn looked down at the ground and bit her lip. Was she crying? I wondered. "But I don't have any family or friends," she said in a choked voice. "Everyone hates me." A tear escaped and slid down her cheek. It broke my heart to see her cry.
"Quinn, I know you went through hard times with your family and you can't rely on them this year, so it's not surprising that you're upset." I said earnestly, boldly taking her hand and squeezing it. "And besides….think what you want but I most certainly don't hate you." I said in a soft voice. Her gaze moved up to meet mine. "Do you really mean that?" she asked quietly.
"With all my heart," I nodded. I moved my hand up and gently brushed some of her hair out of her face. It made her smile a little and before I knew it she had leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips. I was so surprised I was frozen for a second, but then I began kissing her back tentatively, moving my lips against hers, a little uncertainly at first. Soon however, I put my hands around the back of her neck and pulled her in a bit closer. Slowly, she began running her fingers through my hair. It sent wonderful shivers down my spine.
A minute later we came away for air. Quinn rested her forehead against mine and I was able to gaze into her beautiful hazel eyes. "Merry Christmas Rachel," she grinned. "Merry Christmas Quinn," I whispered. Then she claimed my lips with hers once more and pulled me down with her. So together we lay under the Christmas tree and gazed up through the branches at the lights, forgetting about the cruel world outside and just happy with each other.