A/N: I really, really like how this came out.
I remember my Dad telling me once that the best way to know when you're in love is when the habits and idiosyncrasies of one person don't bug you. They may bug other people, but not you.
Not that my Dad was any authority; he kicked me out when I was pregnant and then him and my Mom divorced. Still, that little saying of his still gets to me. Especially now.
See, Rachel is the most obnoxious, annoying, loud mouthed person in Glee Club. She's a diva with an attitude and an even bigger drama queen. I mean, who else would storm out of Glee Club just because they didn't get the starring role?
Well okay, her, but that's beside the point.
The whole point here is that I find none of it annoying anymore. Maybe I've become immune to it, or learned to tune it out. I mean, it used to be she would walk into Glee Club and the second I saw her, I literally wanted to punch her for being so annoying.
Now instead of wanting to punch her, I've found myself wanting to kiss her.
I know. It's weird. I still can't get used to the idea.
But that's what I feel and the feeling won't go away, which means I have to do something.
So today at school, I'm going to kiss her. Not in an experimental way, like Brittany and Santana, but just so I'll know what this is, what these feelings are.
I'll fill you in later Diary, I promise.
Well, I did it. I kissed Rachel Berry. At school. Right in the hallway. Oh don't get me wrong, I had the sense to do it after school when no one was around. Feelings or not, I didn't want anyone to see me kissing her. The diva of Glee Club.
There was just one problem with the kiss: I enjoyed it. It was…soft and supple and tasted like lip gloss, though I'm not sure what flavor. My head was spinning to much to really focus on details.
Actually, it's still spinning.
So that's it Diary. That's what happened today.
I am in love with Rachel Berry. God help me.
Until next time Diary.
Love, Quinn