A/N: Starts off in Quinn's POV, her thoughts are in italic. My first fanfic so any and all constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. Hope you enjoy!

New Years Eve, 31 December, 2012

5...

Quinn turned around and there she was, standing right in front of her with a purposeful look on her face.

"So Fabray, you gonna take the plunge or are you too chicken?"

4...

She smirked and that did it.

Quinn moved forward confidently and took the woman's face in her hands. She leant forward, a millimetre between their lips. But just as suddenly as it appeared her confidence vanished. She stood looking into her counterparts beautiful eyes, not sure of what her next move should be.

3...

They stood and stared.

2...

Neither moved an inch.

1...

Everybody around them started cheering, hugging, kissing and shouting greetings at one another. She closed the gap and Quinn allowed the woman's soft, plump lips to glide along her own. Her thoughts were literally kissed into submission. But that didn't stop Quinn from kissing back. Soon her tongue was asking permission to enter Quinn's mouth and Quinn couldn't help but allow a small moan to escape her mouth.

'Fireworks' was all Quinn could think when the kiss came to an organic end.

She stepped back and realised that none of her friends had noticed a thing except for Rachel who was regarding her over Kurt's shoulder as she danced with him (Is she standing on Kurt's feet or something because seriously last time I checked she wasn't that tall). She raised an eyebrow at the still swaying brunette who then averted her gaze. Quinn returned her focus to the woman in front of her and once again her confidence deserted her.

Where does it go when you need it?

The woman noticed the look of panic that was beginning to form on Quinn's face.

She slowly started backing away but not before Quinn heard: "I'm sorry, heat of the moment I guess," the woman laughed " just needed someone to kiss when the clock struck twelve. Can't bring in the New Year all by my lonesome now can I."

It was a lie and they both knew it. This moment, the moment when all of the cards fell into place, when Quinn finally got a chance to be intimate with her whilst still sober, had been in the making for two weeks. Ever since they walked into this dingy little pub in the middle of the English countryside...

17 December, 2012

"Seriously guys, I'm hungry and kinda thirsty. Can't we just find somewhere to eat, I mean there is probably going to be no food where we are going." Finn said to his travelling companions.

Rachel sighed and turned to the others: "You know guys Finn is probably right and I do think that food would be a good idea before we get there."

Kurt, Blaine, Tina and Mike all nodded. Quinn's focus was elsewhere.

"Earth to Quinn." Rachel said while waving her hand in front of Quinn's face.

"Yeah food sounds good. Why don't we go there?" Quinn said while pointing to an old fashioned pub that looked like it had been built many centuries ago. It had old stone walls, ivy growing all over its front, blocking the windows and a creaky old sign that swung slightly in the breeze.

"The Shoulder of Mutton Inn. Ha sounds like my kind of place!" Finn said while they all made their way to the large, wooden door. Mike pulled the door open and allowed everyone to walk in.

They were greeted by the sight of many drunken, happy men singing a song that was so off key Rachel was ready to correct them before Quinn pulled her back with a look of don't-you-dare. She slumped into her seat and sulked for a few minutes before Quinn, trying to cheer Rachel up, offered to get everyone drinks.

A chorus of "Beer, please" was all Quinn heard followed by a "White wine for me" that was most definitely Kurt "And me" and that was Rachel.

Quinn got up and walked towards the crowded bar area. She worked her way to the front in a manner that almost looked like she was dancing. She caught the eye of a beautiful brunette woman behind the bar who was laughing at her.

"So you like dancing then?" the woman smirked while she said it.

"Well I got to the front didn't I?" Quinn countered.

"Touchè. What can I get for you other than me?" the woman asked.

Quinn knew she had been caught looking the woman up and down. I mean who could blame her. Black hair that looked like it was begging for Quinn to run her fingers through, a body that looked like Gods had carved it, tan skin and an accent that screamed that the girl did not originate in England and the most beautiful dark brown eyes that she had ever seen.

"5 beers and 2 white wines please." the woman started to turn "Oh and I'm Fabray, Quinn Fabray." Quinn said in her best James Bond impersonation.

"Lopez, Santana Lopez." The latina said confidently while holding out her hand. Quinn took it and shook for maybe a moment longer than necessary.

"Santana, stop trying to get it on and hurry up!" A mohawked-man, who Santana identified as Puck, shouted from the other side of the bar as he was bombarded by orders.

Santana just smirked and turned away to get Quinn's order. She placed the beers and 2 glasses of wine on the counter.

"Need help carrying that?" she asked.

"That would be great." Santana came round to Quinn's side and managed to grab all 5 of the beers leaving Quinn to carry the wine.

"Lead the way, Fabray."

Quinn walked towards their table and looked behind her to make sure that Santana was following.

Santana noticed and said: "Don't worry, 5 beers are so not worth my job, I'm not running away with them. Promise." Quinn laughed and turned around shaking her head.

"Hey guys, this is Santana. She works here." Everyone greeted Santana.

"I gotta go before Puck has a baby. But when it quiets down I am so gonna show you guys some awesome shooters so stick around." Santana looked at Quinn and winked before turning and making her way back to the bar.