Title: Mono is the worst thing in the world
Spoilers: up to 2.12
Summary: Deleted scene from the end of Silly Love Songs
I own nothing except the mistakes. One-shot.
Mono is the worst thing in the world, Quinn thought. It makes pregnancy look like summer camp. She woke up to the feeling of a cold compress being draped over her forehead. She sighed, enjoying the sensation. She felt a hand press briefly against her cheek.
“Thanks, Mom,” she managed to rasp, coughing with the effort.
She heard a low chuckle.
“Not exactly, but you’re welcome, Quinn.”
She opened her eyes, blinking against the late afternoon sun. Dark brown hair and tan skin swam into view.
“Ra — Rachel?” Quinn tried to sit up, but the effort was too much. She fell back against the bed, groaning.
Rachel laughed again. “Easy, there. Just relax.” She adjusted the washcloth against Quinn’s forehead.
Quinn’s eyes slipped closed.
“What are you doing here, Rachel? You shouldn’t be here.” She felt the bed dip slightly under the other girl’s weight as Rachel sat down.
“You’re my friend, Quinn, and you needed someone to take care of you. I brought you some juice, and — ”
“No,” Quinn said, more forcefully. “You shouldn’t be here!”
Rachel stared at the blonde girl for a moment, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth.
“It’s really okay,” she finally said. “Even though I’ve never had mono, you shouldn’t be alone. I researched the likelihood of transmission and I should be okay as long as I don’t get too close.”
Quinn sighed and sank even deeper into her bed. “It’s not that,” she said. “I — well, I kissed Finn.” She hesitantly opened her eyes to judge the smaller girl’s reaction to this information.
Rachel nodded. “I know,” she said, quietly.
“You — ” Quinn coughed, and Rachel reached out, rubbing her arm until she settled back against her pillows. “You knew? And you came anyway?”
Rachel shrugged. “Finn told me. You still need someone to take care of you.”
Quinn absorbed this information silently. Rachel got up from her perch on the side of the bed and retrieved a plastic bag from Quinn’s desk.
“I brought you juice,” she said again, pulling three small Tropicana bottles from the bed. “I didn’t know what kind you liked so I got orange, cranberry, and apple.”
Quinn smiled for the first time since seeing Rachel in her room. “Apple,” she said, “please.” She struggled to sit up and finally leaned back, panting, against the headboard.
Rachel uncapped the bottle of apple juice and handed it to the now-upright Quinn. “Here,” she said, reaching for a small bottle still in the bag, “take two of these, too. They’ll help with the fever.”
Quinn nodded and swallowed the pills when Rachel handed them to her. Rachel turned away, pulling other things out of the bag and placing them on the nightstand. Once she was done, she tentatively sat down on the foot of Quinn’s bed.
“What else did you bring?” Quinn asked, finally, as she finished the juice.
“Umm,” Rachel said, fidgeting with her dress, “magazines, and a couple movies, and Gatorade, and Saltines, and — ”
Quinn laughed. “The entire drugstore, in other words.”
Rachel nodded, sheepishly.
“Thanks, Rachel. I really appreciate it.”
Rachel smiled. “Sure,” she said. They lapsed into silence.
Quinn was surprised that the silence was comfortable. Sure, she and Rachel had gotten closer, but they were by no means close. They had only just started intentionally spending time alone together. She could see that Rachel was, once again, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. She had learned that this means Rachel is distracted or concerned about something, and, although her head was pounding and her throat was raw and burning, she wanted to know what was going through Rachel’s mind.
“Rachel?” she asked. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Rachel turned and looked curiously at Quinn.
“About what?” she asked.
Quinn bit her lip and glanced away. Her eye was caught by a photo of the glee club from Regionals the previous year. Even from across the room, she could see the adoration in Rachel’s eyes as she looked up at Finn.
“About — well — you know. About Finn — about me kissing Finn.”
“Oh,” Rachel said, quietly. “That. I don’t really want to talk about that.”
Quinn was incredulous. “You’re Rachel Berry,” she said flatly. “You want to talk about everything.”
Rachel stood up and walked quickly towards the door. “Not this,” she said, turning back. “Goodbye, Quinn. Feel better.”
“Wait!” Quinn called, as loudly as her raw throat would allow. “If you don’t want to talk, then at least listen to me for a minute, ok?”
Rachel stood still, facing the door.
“I’m sorry,” Quinn said. “I shouldn’t have done it. I didn’t even really want to do it. It’s just that — with Sam — and I’m so — anyway, I’m really sorry.”
“Finn said he saw fireworks,” Rachel said from the doorway.
Quinn laughed and began coughing, pitching forward off her pillows. Rachel turned at the sound and crossed the room. She handed Quinn the orange juice and watched as the fit subsided. Quinn took a long sip of the juice.
“Finn,” Quinn was finally able to gasp, “would see fireworks kissing his own hand.”
Rachel didn’t even crack a smile.
“I’m so sorry, Rachel.”
“I just don’t understand — ” Rachel broke off. “Nevermind.”
Quinn sighed. “Do you want to know why I kissed him?”
“Not really,” Rachel said. She smoothed the covers below her. “You probably need a new cold compress.” She stood and reached toward Quinn’s forehead. “I’ll get you — ”
Quinn grabbed her arm. “Rachel — damnit, Rachel — would you just listen to me?”
Rachel sank back to the bed. She nodded.
“Sam thinks I’m gay.”
“Oh,” Rachel said. “Are you?”
Quinn released her arm. “I don’t know. I think — maybe — yes. Sortof.”
Rachel nodded. “You know, lots of lesbian teenagers get pregnant.”
Quinn laughed. “That’s it? That’s your only response?”
“Well, I don’t know what else to say, Quinn.” Rachel stood up again and paced the room, Quinn’s eyes tracking her movements. “I thought we were friends, and now you’re saying you may be gay even though my ex-boyfriend who I still lo — like — am interested in — have unresolved business with, at least — just gave you mono. It’s a lot to take in.”
“I kissed Finn because I wanted to kiss you,” Quinn blurted, frustrated with Rachel’s rant.
Rachel stopped, facing Quinn. Her jaw dropped. “You what?” she squeaked.
“I kissed Finn because I wanted to kiss you,” Quinn repeated, quietly. “Sam had been dropping hints about me being gay, and I wanted to prove him wrong. I wanted to kiss you — I want to kiss you — but I couldn’t, so I kissed Finn.”
“Your logic really sucks,” Rachel finally said.
Quinn laughed and sank back against the pillows, exhausted. “I know.”
“Your timing sucks, too.” Rachel crossed the room and felt Quinn’s forehead with the back of her hand.
“My timing?” Quinn asked.
“You have mono,” Rachel said. “And I haven’t had it.”
“Oh,” said Quinn, not fully understanding Rachel’s point.
“You should rest,” Rachel said. She leaned down and kissed Quinn’s cheek. “This is the best I can do for now.”
“Oh!” Quinn said, her eyelids fluttering closed involuntarily.
“Can I come back tomorrow?” Rachel asked, hopefully.
“I’d like that,” Quinn said.
Rachel smiled and turned out the lights on her way out of Quinn’s room.
Maybe mono isn’t really so bad, Quinn thought, before falling asleep with a smile still playing on her lips.
- Fic: Mono is the worst thing in the world