“I don’t think Quinn would like it if she knew you gave me this,” Rachel said shyly, twirling the flower he had given her between his fingers.
“I broke up with her,” He replied and her eyes snapped to his, narrowing in suspicion.
She was surprised yet not surprised at the same time. “Why?” She asked and she looked down, her heart clenching with pain. “I thought you loved her.”
He nodded, his voice as quiet as hers. “I thought I did too. But I don’t.”
“I’m sorry,” She said sincerely and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Why are you apologizing?"
“For everything I did.” She swallowed the lump forming in her throat and he instantly knew what she was talking about. “I did it all to hurt you and… I’m sorry.”
He nodded again. “I’m sorry too. For hurting you. And, Rachel, you gotta know, us breaking up… was the last thing I wanted to happen.”
“I think we needed some time apart,” She shrugged lightly, “to just… grow up a little, I guess.”
“And have we?” He gave her his half grin and she couldn’t help but smile back, nodding.
“So… what exactly is the flower for?”
“Well, you remember last summer? When we were having a picnic in that field that you said your dads always took you to when you were young? You said you loved the flowers there and you grabbed a handful and I put one in your hair?”
Slightly taken aback, Rachel tilted her head to the side. “I can’t believe you remembered all of that.”
He grinned. “I may forget a lot of things, Rachel Berry, but any moment with you is not one of them.”
She smiled softly at him and they gazed into each others eyes, she didn’t even notice him leaning into her, well, because… she was leaning in too.
“Rachel,” He whispered huskily and her breath got caught in her throat and her stomach did flips.
“Yes?” She squeaked.
But he didn’t say anything. She briefly wondered why but all thoughts, along with everything around them, melted away as his lips gently met hers in a slow, sweet kiss.