Though, really, she should have known that confessing her feelings the first time Rachel visited wouldn’t go exactly as planned.
In an ideal world, Quinn would have been waiting at the train station, bouquet of flowers in hand (probably gardenias), all ready to make a declaration of her undying love for Rachel. Rachel would start to cry her big, dramatic, happy tears and profess that she feels the same passion for Quinn. Then Quinn would sweep her love off her feet and they would dine at the finest (vegan) restaurant in all of New Haven. And, lastly, if they happen to consummate their relationship after
hours years of eye-sexing foreplay, it would only be the icing on top of their Faberry cake.
In the real world, Quinn freaked out at the train station. Upon seeing Rachel, she greeted her with a, “Hey, Bud.” Quinn was so afraid that she would say more inane things should she open her mouth, that she opted to stay completely silent. This made for an extremely awkward meal at Olive Garden (it turns out, at the nicest restaurants in New Haven, you need a reservation. Who knew?). Once they made it back to her dorm room, Quinn immediately went to find the bottle of wine her mother had given her the day she moved in (“Just for special occasions, Quinn. Like maybe when Rachel visits, huh?”). Quinn recalled the way her mother nudged and winked at her as she poured her first glass. Rachel, surprisingly, willingly accepted the glass of wine Quinn offered her. After they polished off the bottle, they fell into bed together…and passed out. There was no sex.
And that’s why when Quinn wakes up in the morning, with a lightly snoring Rachel Berry snuggled up on her chest, she vows to never touch booze again.
She’s in the middle of kicking herself for chickening out the day before, when Rachel’s tired voice interrupts her.
“Quinn, are you over your awkwardness from yesterday?”
She looks down at Rachel briefly before shifting her gaze to the ceiling. “Uh, what awkwardness, Rach?”
“You called me ‘Bud’ and then didn’t talk to me for two hours.”
“Oh, right. That. I was, um, just having an off day, I guess.”
“So it wasn’t because you had plans to confess your love for me?”
At this she snaps her eyes back to Rachel’s. “How did you—“
“Santana might have mentioned it. I didn’t actually believe her. She’s been known to mess with me. But you kind of just confirmed it.”
Quinn’s back to kicking herself. See if she tells Santana anything ever again.
She starts the prepared speech she had for after Rachel learned of her feelings. “I understand if you don’t feel the same way.”
Once she’s finished this statement, she takes a deep breath and is about to continue when Rachel starts giggling.
“Quinn, are all ivy-leaguers this dense?”
“Wha… You’re not saying… Rachel, do you love me, too?”
Rachel just gets a small smile on her face before she replies, “Kind of.”