A/N: Ballistic-Extremely and usually suddenly excited, upset, or angry

"Okay, let's see…Name? Rachel Berry. Hair Color? Brunette. Eyes? Brown." The cursor stopped, poised over the next entry. "Wait. Brown's to plain. My eyes are more…" a grin spread across her face. "Hazel. Hazel is more exotic."

The mouse clicked down to the next line. "Hobbies. Singing. Glee Club. Actres—"

"What are you doing?"

Rachel turned around. "Hello Quinn. I was jus—"

"You're filling out a dating profile? I'm sorry, but that reeks of desperation."

"I'm sorry you feel that way Quinn, but being that my dating life is at an all time low—"

"All time low? You mean it was better before the great Finchel breakup?"

"I don't expect you to understand." She scowled. "Now if you don't mind, I'd like to finish my dating profile in peace."

"Suit yourself." Quinn went to walk away, only to turn back around. "Just thought I would warn you about the perils of online dating."

Rachel rolled her eyes.

"I'm serious Rachel!" Quinn walked over, snatching the mouse of the brunette's hand.

"Hey!"

"Listen Berry, not everyone on the internet is good, okay?"

"I am quite aware of that Quinn. But my firewall—"

"For all you know, a hot guy—"

"Girl."

Quinn stared at her. "Girl?"

Rachel licked her lips nervously. "I thought I would try dating girls. You know, just to see." She shrugged. "Maybe it's different."

"God Berry." Before Rachel could protest, Quinn had pushed her off the chair. "Okay look, if you're going to write a dating profile to attract girls, you need to know a few things."

"Such as?" Quinn started typing, her fingers pounding the keys. "Quinn? What are you doing?"

"I'm writing your profile."

"I am perfectly capable of writing it myself, thank you."

Quinn jumped up, pounding the mouse on the desk. "You want your dating profile? Well here it is!" She slammed the mouse down harder, using it to punctuate her words. "My name is Rachel Berry. I'm a total diva who has big dreams of being on Broadway. I'm cute, smart, funny—" the mouse collided with the table, making a loud thunk. "And taken!"

"Taken? By wh—"

"By me Rachel!" She started to cry. "God Berry! I've been dropping hints the whole year! The pornographic pictures on the bathroom stall, the picture with hearts—"

"What picture?"

"This one!" She grabbed something from her backpack, waving it in Rachel's face. "This one!"

Rachel stared at the picture. "Quinn, I—"

"Why won't you date me? Am I not good enough for you, is that it?"

"No, it's—"

"God Berry! Why can't you see what's right in front of you?" She snatched the picture, ripping it to shreds. "I hate you!" She turned to run out the door.

"Quinn wait!" Rachel raced after her, grabbing the blonde by the elbow.

"Let me go!"

"No. We are going to settle this like rational human beings. Now, I didn't know any of this because you haven't told me. How was I supposed to know you liked me? I'm not good at picking up hints. I'm-I'm to involved in my career, you know that."

Quinn twisted around, burying her face in the crook of Rachel's neck. "Date me."

"What?"

"Date me." Quinn looked up, eyes glistening with tears. Rachel had never seen the cheerleader so vulnerable before. "Date me," she whispered. "Rachel, please."

"Okay."

"Date me."

"Okay."

"Date me."

"Shhh…" Rachel rubbed a hand lightly down Quinn's spine, holding her tight. "Shhh…" Quietly, she reached behind her, turning just enough to see the notice on the computer screen.

You have five minutes to complete your profile or the information will be lost. Do you wish to continue?

Rachel looked down at the girl in her arms. A No was clicked, and a new relationship begun.