Quinn walked down the halls of McKinley like every other day. Stopping at her locker to put her bag in, then walking to homeroom. But something was different and she couldn't quite figure out what it was. As she sat in homeroom she stayed quiet, and didn't respond to the texts Santana was sending her. She leant on her hand on her chin and stared at the clock, patiently waiting until the bell rang. She heard the door slide open and was pushed out of her trance as she saw Rachel walk in, looking embarrassed, handing a note to the teacher and taking a seat near Kurt. For some reason, Quinn couldn't keep her eyes off of Rachel. Was this what felt different? The fact that Rachel freaking Berry wasn't there was ruining her day? She felt a tinge of butterflies and Rachel looked in her direction and quickly looked away and down at her notebook, feeling like an idiot.

No, I don't have a crush on Rachel Berry. We've only talked like 5 times ever. I'm just stupid, maybe I'm tired. Yeah, that must be it. she thought to herself. She began scribbling love hearts unknowingly as she thought to herself about not having a crush. She only realised what she was drawing when the bell rang. She shook head to herself, cursing herself as she practically ran out of homeroom and away from Rachel.

She was the first person to arrive at her classroom for first period, so she sat at the third row from the front, saving a seat for Santana as more people arrived. She put her head down when Rachel came in with Tina, opening her notebook to where she had been drawing love hearts and scratched them out and started coloring random places on the page as she waited for Santana. "Hey Fabray" said a familiar voice as Quinns head shot up and saw Santana taking the seat next to her, Quinn smiled and squeaked out a "Hello" as she went back to putting her head down and scribbling more.

The teacher started talking, but Quinn has no idea what he was on about as she was distracted by her own thoughts. Why is this happening, having feelings for Rachel? I just want to talk to her, hang out with her.. No no I can't have feelings for Rachel that stupid, only last week I was indifferent about her, I don't care about her, no not at all... what has changed in the past week that made me feel like this? Nothing, so why am I feeling like this? Wait.. feeling like what I mean I dont feel anything for Rachel.. her thoughts rattled her brain as she kept debating and bargaining with herself about how she couldn't possibly like Rachel.

She didn't know how long she'd been in her own world, just staring down at her paper when she heard a distinct voice come across the room and her head shot up. Rachel was answering a question the teacher had asked. She had no idea what the question had been or what Rachel was talking about, but she admired her and smiled a little as Rachel continued to speak. As soon as Rachel finished speaking and the teacher started again, she felt like an idiot. She looked at Santana who gave her a weird look and began scribbling on a torn piece of paper before handing it to her.

What the hell was that about Fabray? I mean I know you usually don't pay attention in this class, neither do I, but what was that look at Rachel? Tell me whats going on Fabray.

Quinn panicked a little, her stomach twisting as her eyes widened and she looked around the room. Most people's heads were down but Santana was looking at Quinn with an eyebrow raised. Quinn quickly looked back at the piece of paper and wrote back

What look? There's nothing going on I don't know what you're talking about.

Santana shot Quinn a "You're an idiot" look before scribbling a reply and passing the paper back to Quinn.

I know when something's up okay. Don't play dumb with me. What was that?

Quinn felt a wave of panic flow through her body, she had no idea what to write back, because she herself had no idea what was going on.

Honestly, I have no idea S. Something feels weird today. Maybe I'm getting sick of something..

She gave the note back to Santana, who rolled her eyes and scrunched up the paper as Quinn felt a flush of red build up on her cheeks when Rachel and a few others looked over to see who was scrunching up paper. Quinn sighed and kept scribbling, trying to distract herself from the thoughts she was having.

For the rest of the class she drew little pictures on a page of her notebook, occasionally taking notes when the teacher said so. Her mind was racing the entire time, and the class felt like it went by quickly, she even jumped a little when the bell rang. She didn't have much to pack up so as soon as she gathered her books and pencil case she shuffled out of the door with the crowd as quickly as possible; she knew Santana would want to talk about what happened at the beginning of first period again but she wasn't ready to do that, so she practically ran to her Literature class, avoiding anyone and everyone.

Once again she was the first person to the class, and not having anyone to sit with in this class gave her some relief so she sat at the back where she knew the teacher wouldn't call on her, she had too much on her mind to be humiliated by a teacher. As soon she sat down her thoughts we flowing rapidly again.

There's no way I could like her, no way at all.. Well maybe.. no. No, Quinn Fabray doesn't like girls. Especially not Rachel Berry... Maybe I should talk to her, get to know her.. see if she likes me too.. No. No! Stop thinking that way. This is wrong, I shouldn't like Rachel, I do not like Rachel Berry. I do not like Rachel Berry. I do not like Rachel Berry. I do not li-

Quinns thoughts were interrupted not by the students coming into the classroom but th laugh she heard coming from outside. A smile spread across her face immediately. She knew that laugh anywhere. Rachel's laugh. She glanced towards the door and saw Rachel walking past with Tina and her heart felt like it was about to beat right out of her chest. She put her face in her hands and cursed herself again, she felt like she shouldn't be feeling the way she was feeling, she'd never even felt that way towards Finn or Puck or any other guy, so why was Rachel Berry suddenly making her feel the way she was feeling. Then a rush of reaslisation hit her like a truck and she faced the one question she'd been avoiding asking herself the entire morning.

Oh crap, am I falling in love?