Chapter 4: Girl At Home
Don't look at me
You've got a girl at home
And everybody knows that
Everybody knows that.
"Thanks, Kurt," was all Rachel could manage to say before ending the call.
"What was that about?" Quinn asked, smile never wavering.
Rachel couldn't even bring herself to look Quinn in the eyes. How could she have been so stupid? Quinn probably knew who she was all along. This was nothing but a game to her; a very well thought out game that Rachel should've seen through the second Quinn sat down beside her on that airplane muttering about damn celebrities.
She couldn't do this. Not again. So she simply turned around and walked away. She'd need new luggage seeing as hers was currently at Quinn's, but she'd survive.
"Rachel?" Quinn called after her.
She ignored her, and kept walking. After a few seconds, Quinn ran to catch up with her.
"Rachel, what's wrong?" Quinn asked, seemingly genuinely confused.
Rachel continued to ignore Quinn, up until the point that she stepped in front of her to block her path. "Okay, what did I do?"
"You thought you were going to get away with it, didn't you?" Rachel questioned, finally chancing a glance up at Quinn. "You thought that I would be stupid enough to fall for your cheap attempts at flirting and the fact that you didn't know who I was on the plane. That's utter bullshit, Quinn! You knew from the start!" Rachel tried to go around her then, but Quinn stopped her.
"What? No I didn't, I swear," she replied. "Why this sudden change in character?"
"Because my manager called to tell me that you're a player!" Rachel half shouted. Quinn looked around, probably making sure that no one was around to record this. "He said that you sleep with random girls despite the fact that you have a girlfriend!"
Quinn shook her head. "Your manager needs to get his facts straight. While I do sleep with random women from time to time, I don't have a girlfriend."
"Really now?" Rachel asked, on the verge of hysterics. "Then who's Zoie James?"
I don't even know her
But I feel a responsibility
To do what's upstanding and right
It's kinda like a code, yeah
And you've been getting closer and closer
And crossing so many lines.
Quinn completely froze. It had been so long since she'd heard that name out loud. Everyone knew not to use it in front of her. Then to hear it so harshly from Rachel, as if Quinn was the one at fault and not… well… her.
Rachel was two blocks down before Quinn even realized she was gone.
"Wait!" she yelled after her, running to catch up. "How the hell do you know about her?"
"Thought I wouldn't find out, huh?"
"Rachel, she's not my girlfriend…" Quinn started, but Rachel cut her off.
"Kurt found proof! There were pictures! And articles!"
Quinn sighed. Her head was starting to throb. "Did he care to investigate the date on them? Because I can assure you they were all from over a year ago."
"But… But… But…" was all Rachel could say. She seemed dumbfounded that she could be wrong. Quinn rolled her eyes and took Rachel's hand.
"Come on, let's go get something to eat and I'll explain."