The first time it happens, Quinn almost laughs. Almost. She’s definitely learned from the few weeks of dating Rachel that you never interrupt. Even if she is being slightly dramatic by crooning out an Avril Lavigne song.
Because really, all Quinn did was complain about the three papers she has due and two tests she has to take in the next week. Not exactly a reason to be serenaded, in Quinn’s mind.
But she settles in to listen to the soothing tone of Rachel’s voice, and it isn’t long before her mind replays the last time she heard Rachel sing this number. When she was a sixteen year-old dealing with much bigger issues than a hectic college schedule. She remembers how earnest Rachel was; how, even then, even after all the ways Quinn had tried to hurt her, Rachel had been there for her. Like she still is today.
By the time Rachel finishes, Quinn can feel hot tears running down her cheeks and she’s sure that her soft sniffles can be heard on the other end of the line.
“Quinn, I assure you my intention was not to cause you to cry. I just thought it would calm you down.”
“They’re happy tears, Rachel…well, kind of. I really don’t know what I would have done without you all of these years. You’re the best thing that could have ever happened to me.”
“Does this mean that you are feeling better?” When Rachel receives a hum in agreement, she pauses before asking her next question. “So…what are you wearing?”
And Quinn can’t help it. She laughs.
