karanna1 (karanna1) wrote,

"The Switch" - Part 12


She was in the choir room alone after Glee. Quinn’s car was in the shop so Charlie was her ride. She’d decided just to hang out there until Cheerios practice was over rather than having to make two trips. Of course, she sorely regretted that idea when Rachel came in and sat down across from her without a word.

“What?” she was finally forced to ask after an unbearably long silence.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

“Not really.”

“We used to talk all the time. Now we don’t. I barely even see you anymore.”

You see me every day. We share the same face, remember?

“We never talked that much.”

She could tell Rachel was getting frustrated. Good. That would easier.

“We’re friends! At least, we used to be, before… Why won’t you just talk to me? I-I miss you.”

The way she said it nearly brought Charlie tears. She couldn’t hear this. She couldn’t hear Rachel this way. It hurt too much.

“I’ve just been busy. You’re overreacting,” she said coldly.

“See?” Rachel gestured between them. “This is all you’ve done. You’ve been mean. Why are you acting like this? In all the years we’ve known each other you have never been so terrible to me.”

Keep feeling angry. Hold on to it. Don’t let go.

“Again, you’re just being oversensitive. Stop whining so much, Rachel. It’s no wonder I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”

The brunette bit her lip fiercely and for a moment there Charlie panicked, thinking she’d made her cry, instead Rachel took a deep breath and stared her down.

“When are you going to stop tormenting Finn?”

“Whenever I feel like it,” she muttered, rolling her eyes.

“Hasn’t he been punished enough?”

“Who’s punishing him? I’m just having some fun.”

“Your idea of fun is either a lie or incredibly disturbing. Wanna know what I think?” She crossed her arms knowingly. “I think it’s a lie.”

Charlie glared at her. “And you actually believe that I care what you think? Ah, right, it is the narcissist Queen Rachel Berry I’m talking to after all.”

The brunette didn’t seem fazed in the slightest by her callous words.

“You kissed me,” she said. “And you did it because you wanted to. Not for fun. Not for a game. Not playing Quinn. Because you wanted to.”

Her stomach bottomed out.

“And I can’t stop thinking about it,” she whispered.

No. She didn’t hear that right. Her heart was pounding so hard, blood roared in her ears, making her hear things that were never said.

“I-It’s driving me crazy. I should have known the difference between you two and I keep playing it over in my mind. How could I not know? And then I realized,” she looked at her imploringly, “it’s because I felt something when I kissed you. Y-you have no idea how much that scares me, but it’s true. I need you to kiss me again.”

“WHAT?” Charlie exclaimed hoarsely.

Oh, so she still had the capability of speech. It wasn’t looking good for a minute there.

“I need you to kiss me again,” she repeated plainly. “I have to know once and for all. Did I feel something because I thought you were Quinn or did I feel something because it’s you? Charlie, I spend every day sick to my stomach with guilt because there’s the slightest chance that I might…that you’re…” She shook her head. “I love Quinn. We both know that. But if there’s a chance…”


The other girl looked taken aback. Charlie leapt to her feet, storming over to her, fury having taken its full hold.

“You shut your goddamn, never-ending mouth! You don’t know what you’re talking about! She is my SISTER! And what you’re asking…I should kill you for even trying it! That kiss was NOTHING. OKAY? NOTHING! Get it the fuck together! You thought you were kissing your girlfriend. I screwed you over. That’s it. Move on. And don’t ever fucking talk to me like this again. We’re not friends. We never were. I tolerated you for Quinn’s sake. That’s all! Now I don’t even have to do that. Tell her about this and I swear to God, Rachel, I will destroy you. Quinn doesn’t deserve that pain and she definitely doesn’t deserve someone like you for a girlfriend.”

Charlie grabbed her bag and stormed out of the choir room. Once she was in the hallway, she took off at a run and didn’t stop until she was in her car, finally letting the tears come. She didn’t think they would ever stop.

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