Quinn couldn’t seem to be still, all day she had been restless and after those texts with Rachel and knowing what was to happen once the girl got there, she couldn’t stop moving; whether it was pacing around her room or checking twice that everything was clean or fixing her hair or checking the clock every minute and her cellphone every other minute, she just couldn’t stop.
She was nervous, well nervous fell short, it was a mixture of anxiety, excitement, nervousness and insecurity. She kept running her hands through her hair and taking deep breaths.
"Calm down, okay? It’s just like Rachel said, no pressure, nothing has to happen. It’s okay."
After what could’ve been hours pacing her room, Quinn threw herself in the bed, laying on her back and staring at the ceiling, she closed her eyes and was immediately bombarded with Rachel, nothing special just Rachel; laughing and singing … and kissing her.
Quinn felt a little more relaxed after that, she tried remembering that Rachel wasn’t after anything, that all she wanted was to share everything with her, and that she wasn’t putting any pressure on her. Without realizing it, Quinn smiled and she was finally able to just lay there.
There was a knock at her door and her phone lit up immediately. Rachel was finally there, Quinn sat up and inhaled deeply, apparently all that calm had been just a moment of illusion, she could feel it all build up again.
"Ok, here we go."
With her hands as steady as she could manage, she opened the door.