Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or it'd be just a tad bit different... :)


"Rachel Berry, are you a gold star?" I asked one boring afternoon. Okay, not boring, she was dancing in her Superstar underwear while I laid on her bed lazily watching. But not interesting enough. I wanted her in bed with me, sans underwear, but she insisted on perfecting a new routine instead.

I knew the answer was yes. She had been mine and only mine. But, I was almost positive that she had no idea it was a term she could use to apply to her sex life. Seeing as all I could think about with sex (okay, she was right, girls do want it just as much as guys) and I had stars dancing in front of me, I quickly remembered the term.

"What do you mean Quinn? You know the gold stars I place after my name are a metaphor for my aspirations," she replied with a puzzled look on her face.

I scooted towards the edge of the bed and reached for her arm, pulling her towards me. "I know about the metaphor. Not like that."

"Then how so?" she pleaded.

I smirked when I whispered "sexually" huskily in her ear.

"I don't think it's especially up to me to judge my performance sexually. Are you indicating that I am not doing a sufficient job? Because based off your common reactions, I would have to disagree. Or, are you indicating that I am a sexual dynamo of sorts and would like to give me a gold star for it?" she asked, biting her lip with a mixed look of worry and excitement on her face.

All I wanted to do was kiss her. She wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary, but that was just it; she was being the girl I loved and it made me happy that she was mine. When I want something, I do it, so I hungrily pulled Rachel down and kissed her. Felt her wet lips on mine. I knew it wouldn't last, that she was dying to know what I was talking about, but I couldn't help myself.

"Please don't think you can distract me from finding the answer so whatever this gold star puzzle you have placed in front of me is."

"I don't, you just reminded me of why I love you."

I confused her again. She was going to get a big wrinkle from furrowing her brow so much. "I'm not sure if you're trying to distract me still or if you're being serious. It doesn't especially make sense for you to be serious about that since I was just responding to what you told me, but I don't think you would joke about loving me."

"Rach, deep breath. I was being absolutely one hundred percent serious. I love you because you are you."

"Okay. And the gold star?"

The smirk returned to my face. "A gold star is a girl who has only had sex with other girls."

"You know that you are the only person I have ever- wait. Are you saying that means that I can literally be a gold star?"

I nodded. Her eyes widened in excitement. Needless to say, her superstar panties were soon on the floor and she was busy swearing she would be my gold star for life. I always win.