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February 2012

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Berry-licious

A/N: As always - same rules apply.

Thank you to everyone for your support!

Chapter 13


An uncomfortable yet exhilarating conversation later found Quinn bustling through the doors of the Lima Bean to find an anxious Kurt sitting at a table near the back. He immediately waved her over and pointed enthusiastically at the cup sitting opposite of him to indicate he had already gotten something for her. Quinn made a quick once over of the establishment to ensure they hadn't been followed by two overly curious friends. Weaving in and out of the tables as quickly as she could waddle, she finally made it over to what was becoming her and Kurt's usual table.

"Where have you been? Glee has been over for forty minutes, that's several minutes too many that I had to keep the dynamic duo busy and away from you" he scolded as his brow scrunched up in disapproval. "And your tea is cold." He tapped his fingers rapidly against his coffee mug sitting in front of him while he stared at the still quiet blonde. "Well" he motioned to her for an explanation. Still nothing. "Ok, Quinn you're starting to freak me out. Did you become mute since the last time I saw you, because if you have it will throw a very severe wrench in my continuing plan of 'Operation squeeze a Berry'."

Though her face had remained perfectly stoic throughout Kurt's growing panic, a smile started to emerge. Then a small giggle. Then that giggle began to grow into near hysterical proportion. Kurt sat back in his chair not understanding what was so funny as he nonchalantly ran a nervous hand through his hair to ensure it still looked perfect. "Squeeze a Berry" she giggled to herself as she took a sip of her lukewarm tea.

Kurt's face relaxed into a relieved smile. "Oh thank Dolce and Cabana you haven't lost it."

"You should've seen your face" Quinn continued to giggle as she took another drink.

Kurt tossed his head back slightly with a scoffing noise. "Yes well, if you want continued assistance I suggest you not panic the person who is willingly helping you win the tan maiden you have set your sights on."

Quinn sat up straighter and put on the air of being completely serious. "My apologies oh fashionable one. I am your putty. Mold me."

"Hmm" Kurt tapped his chin thoughtfully. "I'm not sure I trust your words as your growing smirk says differently." She smiled innocently at him. "Alright, enough of this - where were you?"

The blonde's fake smile was instantly transformed into a near devious one as she cleared her throat and paused for dramatic effect. "Well, while you were trying to push Santana and Puck out of the choir room, I went up to Rachel and I followed your advice and told her she looked nice and that I liked her performance." Kurt nodded approvingly, but didn't interrupt. "She smiled shyly and blushed a little and it was really cute." Suddenly she threw a hand over her mouth not believing she had just said the last part out loud. Kurt tried to hide his knowing smirk in his coffee mug as he waited for the blonde to continue.

Clearing her throat again and slowly removing her hand, Quinn continued with her recountment of the events. "Anyway, Finn of course interrupted us and started kissing up to Rachel; however, he kept looking at me like he suddenly knew why I was talking to Rachel and the look on his face looked like he was challenging me."

"The plot thickens" Kurt sat forward getting completely engrossed in the story.

"Oh, it gets better. He actually pulled me to the side and confronted me about my 'intentions' toward Rachel" she said sitting forward herself.

His eyes widened, "Wow, I wouldn't have guessed he would've figured it out so quickly."

"I know, me too. Wait, I thought you liked Finn" she half asked with a puzzled look on her face.

"Oh I do, but I also recognize that he is a few fries short of a Happy Meal." She nodded in the affirmative at this while looking as though she was beginning to get lost in her head. "So..." She looked at him blankly for a moment. "Good grief, Quinn, are those pregnancy hormones really blocking your ability to complete a thought?"

The haze that had crept over her features began to melt away. "Sorry, the baby was moving and making me really uncomfortable for a minute."

Kurt's expression instantly softened. "Oh. I'm sorry. I-I...does it hurt?" He wasn't sure what to say. He had never really thought much about a woman's bodily functions, let alone a pregnant one.

Quinn placed both of her hands over her swollen belly while absentmindedly running her fingers over it while attempting to sooth the moving being growing inside her. "It doesn't hurt, but sometimes its just incredibly uncomfortable and feels like she's kicking me right in my diaphragm making it hard to breathe." Kurt still wasn't sure what to say to this, so instead he just gazed at her and waited patiently for her to finish her story. Shaking herself from her inner thoughts, she looked up at the boy in front of her. "Ok, so where was I?"

"Finn."

"Right, Finn. Anyway when he pulled me aside..."

***Approximately 45 minutes earlier***


"What are you up to?" Finn harshly whispered to the blonde in front of him while looking over her shoulder and smiling as reassuringly as possible to a nervous looking brunette who was occupying her time discussing Regionals with Mr. Schuester.

"What are you talking about?" she asked sweetly as though she was completely oblivious as to what this conversation was about.

Finn grumbled with a half sneer, "Don't play dumb."

"Right, cuz that's your job" she snipped back at him.

He took a deep breath and looked over at Rachel again before returning his gaze back on the blonde. "What is your angle with her? Are you trying to hurt her? Make her think you actually like her only to break her heart?"

Quinn noted the genuine concern for the other girl, but she also noted the fact that the boy really thought so low of her that she would actually pull something so wounding on another person. It stung, and yet she knew she deserved it. For too long she had been that person who would knowingly toy with another person's emotions for her own benefit. However, before she could start doubting whether she deserved a chance to be with someone she really cared about she regained her purpose which meant fighting for the girl who was quickly affecting her every waking thought. "I do like her, Finn. Not that it's any of your business."

"It is my business if it involves her" he nearly spit back.

"She's not yours, Finn. She doesn't belong to anyone, and she can do whatever she pleases."

"You mean you?" he sneered.

Quinn took in a long deep breath trying her hardest not to slap the contemptuous look off his face. "Ok, Finn - if you think you're so fantastic then tell me why you should be the one she should be with. You never stand up for her, you always look like you're only half paying attention to her, and you keep playing with her emotions with this 'no I can't be with you, but wait don't go I want you around when it's convenient for me" she threw back, her hands finding her hips in her best HBIC pose.

The sneer that had been a mainstay since they started talking quickly slipped from his face as one of startled confusion then to one growing in anger. "And what makes you so great for her? You've done nothing but treat her like crap since you two met, taking every chance you can to put her down, call her names, and making her life a living hell." He began to get a satisfied grin on his face as he felt he had one upped her. "And besides" he began to add with a pious expression, "since when have you become a muff diver?"

Quinn's face flushed with raging anger as she stepped forward. "Finn Hudson you are incredibly lucky we are in public right now, because if we weren't, you'd find out really quickly what it feels like to be a woman."

Confusion crept over his features. "What does that mea..."

"Think out it long and hard. And if you even think about saying anything about this to anyone, you will be in a world of pain." She took another step forward while Finn avoided her eyes by looking over her shoulder once more at the girl who was pretending not to be watching the whole scene with great interest.

Faltering slightly in his previous confidence he responded weakly, "I won't be ashamed to openly date Rachel."

Quinn's eyes narrowed as her hands slipped from her hips. That hurt. It was true she was scared to death of the idea of being out at school, let alone her parents finding out. She wasn't ashamed of being with a girl, but she knew what kind of world she currently lived in, especially in a small town. For all of her vibrato and pride, she knew that Rachel had been teased and tormented about the fact that she has two dads and the idea of having that kind of pure hatred directed towards herself was incredibly frightening. It wasn't fair, but it was real life and one that she was willing to put up with if it meant being with someone who made her feel things that no one else ever had.

Finn could see the inner thinking the blonde was doing in front of him, and he knew he was casting some doubt in her mind. Going in for the kill, he quietly added "I can make her happy."

Much to his surprise this was actually the worst thing he could say as a pair of hazel eyes shot up to look into his. "Oh you think you can, do you?" Her face contorted into a look of haughty derision. "Tell me Finn, if you are so good for her, what is her favorite color? Favorite Barbra album? The band she thinks of as a 'guilty pleasure'?"

Finn was so taken aback all he could mutter was quick "Uh" before being interrupted again.

"That's what I thought. If you're so right for her, tell me why you can't answer any of those simple questions about her?" she threw back with a hefty dose of contempt in her voice.

Regaining himself he quickly countered, "You didn't give me a chance to answer any of them!"

"Ok" she took a small step back. "Tell me the answers if you think you know her so well."

He glanced once again over her shoulder to girl with dark brown eyes who was slowly gathering up her things, preparing to leave. Giving her a lop-sided smile, he returned his eyes back on Quinn. "Uhm, so her favorite color?" The blonde nodded. "It's uh," he looked back over at the now leaving girl. "Gold?"

Quinn rolled her eyes. "Was that an answer or a question?" He just stared blankly at her. "Ok, favorite Barbra album?"

"Barbra Streisand, right?" She rubbed the back of her neck indicating she wasn't at all interested in his stupid questions and that if he knew what was good for him he would answer quickly. "Barbra, uh, color something..."

Quinn closed her eyes while taking a deep breath. "Guilty pleasure band?"

"I know this!" He grinned brightly. "Justin Bieber!"

For the third time, Quinn took in a deep breath. "Really Finn?" His smile faltered slightly, but he shook his head in the affirmative.

Hearing something dropping by the door, both turned to see Rachel grinning sheepishly as she swooped down to pick up a notebook she had dropped after running into the doorway while she had been paying more attention to the two bickering in the middle of the choir room than where she was going. The brunette gave a timid wave to the two as she looked back and forth between them. Finn waved back overly enthusiastic while Quinn gave a warm smile to the girl who was now slowly retreating out the door.

As soon as she was gone, Quinn's head whipped back to face the tall boy in front of her. "First of all, her favorite color isn't gold - its dark red, more specifically it's the color of the red velvet curtains you see in a lot of old theaters because it reminds her of the first musical her dads took her to at the Lima Community Theatre when she was four. In the middle of watching the local production of Annie she turned to her dads and told them that's what she wanted to do when she grew up." Finn blinked blankly in front of her not having a clue what to say.

Seeing that he wasn't going to challenge her, she went on. "Color Me Barbra is what I assume you were so crudely referring to, and though it is a close second to her favorite, that's not it. Her favorite is actually the live concert at the Forum not only because it contains so many of her favorite Barbra songs, but also because she loves listening to Barbra talking to her audience as she feels especially connected to her as though she too is a part of the audience."

This time the boy didn't even blink. He started to feel bad that he didn't know the answers to these, what should be, easy questions and he began to wonder how the girl who had supposedly hated the diva so much did know them. Mustering up a little self respect he brought up the last question. "And Justin Bieber..."

"Isn't right either. It's The Killers." At this he scrunched up his face in deep confusion. Noticing this Quinn jumped in with a quick follow up. "Yeah I know, it doesn't make sense to anyone else either, but she says its because it's a band that she wouldn't normally cover herself, but enjoys them anyway."

Finn relaxed back on his heels as he took all this new information in. No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't figure out how Quinn knew so much without ever having a real conversation with the other girl, or at least none that he knew of. "How...?"

"Do I know so much about Rachel?" He nodded. "I actually listen to her when she talks" she spit out disgusted that the guy who supposedly wanted to be with her so badly knew nothing about her.

Still looking confused he scratched his head and mumbled, "But I've never seen you talk to her other than to insult or threaten her."

Again Quinn felt that pang of guilt that stung like a knife being plunged into her chest. It was true, she hadn't really talked to Rachel before today other than to call her a name or warn her about staying out of her way. "I haven't, I admit that. But I listen to her when she talks in glee, and I pay attention to the little things that are important to her. I think I have for longer than I realized." The last sentence trailed off and was said more to herself than the boy in front of her.

Before she could get completely lost in her thoughts she cleared her throat one last time and looked back up into the eyes of the guy she once thought she loved. "In any case, I don't have to explain myself to you or my 'intentions' toward Rachel. Its none of your business – it's between her and I." She was about to leave when she turned back suddenly while pointing a finger at him. "And if you think you're so right for her, Finn, then tell me why you couldn't get the answers right to three simple questions." With that she stormed out of the room completely missing the 5'2" stature who was hiding around the corner trying desperately to eavesdrop on the conversation.

***Back at the Lima Bean***


"Wow." Kurt exhaled while sitting back in his chair absorbing her recountment of the exchange she had with Finn. "You really wanna squeeze a Berry, don't you?"

Quinn's eyes narrowed and her lips puckered in an attempt to squelch a smile as she crumbled up a napkin and threw it at the boy in front of her. "You're supposed to be helping me, not mocking me" she laughed in spite of her trying so hard to stop.

"Ok, ok!" He said throwing his hands up in defeat. "Let's start thinking of song choices you can follow this up with because you know Finn is already thinking up the perfect song from The Killers to try and impress Rachel. They really are her guilty pleasure, right? You weren't just telling him that when in reality she hates them so he can then make a fool of himself when trying to serenade her, right?"

Shaking her head in the negative while sitting back she replied easily, "No, but that would've been a great idea. She really does love them, but I highly doubt he'll ever figure out her favorite song of theirs." Kurt's eyebrow arched up in a silent question. "Human."

He nodded, "I could see that appealing to her."

"Do you think I should sing it?" she quickly asked, her face brightening up.

"No, no - I think we should hit her with something that would really make her swoon. If Finn ends up singing a song of theirs you will just look like you're trying to outdo him, which yes you are, but you're going to do it so much better." His grin began to widen with the look of a mad genius.

Her eyebrow arched in true Quinn fashion. "Broadway?"

He nodded slowly, "Broadway, but for good measure you're going to throw in a little Gershwin too."

Quinn folded her hands around her mug of tea while a wry smile spread across her lips. "Something tells me that not only do you already have the songs picked out, but you've already successfully mashed them together." Kurt's face lit up while he playfully swiped his hair behind his ear like a true master. "I knew I picked the right person to come to." With that they both leaned forward as Kurt pulled out the notebook he had all of his notes in on their next course of action. It was one thing to serenade Rachel with a song, it was quite another to make her swoon to them.

tbc

Comments

Oh Finn you have so met your match!!! Qurt are genius & well Rachel's heart belongs to Quinn!!!
Can't wait for the Q & F sing off ;D
More soon please........ You know i'll be here whenever more comes!!
Thanks!!!
I'm a little farther along with chapter 14 than I was last week, lol. I will get it posted as soon as my fingers can type it out. (I love Qurt!)

When Glee first started I really didn't mind Finn all that much - I thought he was dimwitted and Rachel could do much better, but during the second season he just lost my liking altogether which I'm sure becomes more apparent as my chapters go on (because I started writing this during the first season). I try to keep my loathing to a minimal, but sometimes it seeps out a bit... :-S
She's gonna sing!
Oh, it is on like Donkey Kong! :)
lol - oh yes it is!
I love that you wrote in Quinn's explanation for how she knows so much about Rachel. SHe listens to her, and thats something that everyone wants a boyfriend/girlfriend to do: listen. Wonderful update!
Thank you so much! I think that something Rachel would want more than anything is someone who takes a genuine interest in her and her life and what better way to do this than listen. Too many people just dismiss her and tune her out - its so sad to see her as a constant punching bag.