Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the characters. I'm strictly borrowing them in order to bring life to my own little world.

Handholding was a foreign act for Quinn.

Finn had rarely held hers. Their height difference made it awkward, so he'd usually wrap an arm around her shoulders instead. On the rare occasion he did hold her hand, his would be clammy and too big to make the hold on her dainty one comfortable.

Handholding wasn't romantic to Quinn. Sure she'd read countless novels where that first touch brought sparks and ignited a passion unlike any other, but she'd never felt it and she didn't get it.

To her, the gesture meant submission and someone else's control over her. A parent's harsh grab as they dragged the child away or a boyfriend's possessive grasp as they paraded her around like some kind of trophy, that's what the action symbolized for the young blonde.

Handholding wasn't something Quinn did, not if she could help it, so when she found herself extending her hand to grab Rachel's, she didn't quite know what to make of it. She didn't pull back however, looking on attentively as her pale fingers brushed lightly against her tanned ones, and she felt it — the spark. It sent an electric jolt through her body and when their fingers interlaced and their palms met, something ignited within her, something she'd never imagined being able to feel. Home. She felt like home, like she was meant to be intertwined with the beautiful brunette standing in front of her, two souls interlinked in life from now until the end of time.

Holding Rachel's hand wasn't awkward, it wasn't clammy and it wasn't controlling. It was a gesture of security, guidance and love. A symbol of unity, acceptance and devotion.

Handholding was a foreign act for Quinn, but from the moment she held onto Rachel's, it became as familiar as the beating of her heart, reliable and essential to her survival.