(A/N: Hey everyone, so I had this song stuck in my head all day and this sorta just spilled from my head because the song can work like that :P
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Emma out!)

So this is based on the song 'I'm The Only One' from Glee S3, Ep 7 - I Kissed A Girl.

Disclaimer - Since I do use some of the actual dialogue from the show: I do not own Glee or it's character's and all that!

The Song

"I'm the only one!"

As the last notes of the song rang out through the choir room, and Quinn Fabray couldn't find the will to breathe. She hoped that she didn't translate the lyrics correctly, if so, she was ready to crawl into the nearest locker and never come back out.

"That was for you-" Puck had the head of his guitar pointed directly at her, his brown eyes trying to convey a message to her, "Santana," he concluded with a quick swing of his guitar to the Latina in the back of the risers. "Yeah, I know, it's just part of a phase but whatever, happy to oblige. Always."

Quinn sat ram-rod straight in her chair, she was afraid of showing any signs of how uncomfortable she was feeling. She could swear that everyone could hear her heart beating erratically in her chest and that her breathing had become shallow as soon as the first verse ended.

~Tonight you told me that you ache for something new,
And some other woman is looking like something that might be good for you~

He had sung with a few glances to the girl at the other end of the row of chairs; how could he know? The bell sounded and everyone around her began packing up their things and heading out the door for lunch, she took a deep breath in and watched as Rachel eyed her curiously before exiting the room, had she figured it out too?

The blonde tried to relax a little and pleaded with her mind to stop replaying the lyrics in her head, no matter how true they were. Shaking her head, Quinn stood from her chair and headed for the door with every intention on finding Puck and sorting herself out.

The sound of her boots thudding against the hall floor was making her more anxious as she approached the boy who was kneeling down in front of his locker. He looked up at her briefly before continuing to exchange his books over for his next class as if he had everything he was piling to say to her prepared already. Quinn leant against the lockers and welcomed the cooling sensation it gave her heated skin, her heart beat picking up again as Puck looked up at her, waiting for her to say something.

"You kicked ass on that song."

The boy let out a small laugh, "Thank-you," he smirked.

"Do think you need to get your eyes checked though."

"Say what?" he questioned with his smirk still in place.

Quinn shifted uncomfortably under his amused stare, "You sang almost the entire song to me when it was supposed to be for Santana."

"Tomato/tomatoe."

"Look," Quinn husked, closing the boy's locker and stepping closer to him, "My mum is going on a Christian wine tasting boat down the Ohio River on Friday."

Puck stood from the floor with a confused look plastered on his face, "A Christian booze cruise?" he questioned, shrugging one strap of his backpack onto his shoulder.

Quinn nodded, "So, I'm going to have the house to myself," she continued, gazing directly into Puck's eyes with her hazel one's. "Wanna come over, order in, rent a movie and not watch it?" Her stance never wavered even though her stomach was flip-flopping at what she was suggesting. But she needed to. Everything that was running through her mind recently was wrong and she needed to set it all straight.

Puck looked down at his shoes before glancing up at her hesitantly, truth was, he liked the sound of what she was suggesting but he knew she really didn't want it. After watching her behaviour recently, making sure she was getting it together for their daughter, he noticed some things, like, the way her eyes would linger on a certain person, the way she bit her lip, and the way her body reacted every time she saw that person. He wasn't who she wanted anymore, and he knew, he also knew she was denying it all.

"Remember in the hospital after Beth was born?" Quinn queried, noticing his hesitance, "You told me you loved me."

The taller boy looked down at the ground with a shake of his head, he couldn't believe she was resorting to this.

"We can get that back."

He shook his head again, "Sorry, not interested." The boy looked around the relatively empty hall before leaning in to whisper, "And neither are you."

Quinn's heart dropped. He knew, he knew what had been going on with her and what her rebellious, pink hair phase was really all about, but she couldn't go down without a fight. She could see in the boy's eyes that he still felt something, "Let me be more clear." Quinn grasped at his shirt and pulled him in, she leaned up closer to his ear and pressed on, "If you come over on Friday, you get to have sex with me," she explained with a sexy husk to her voice. She smirked and darted her tongue out to lick at her bottom lip before catching it between her teeth.

The boy breathed in deeply and shook his head, "Look," he said, taking a step back out of the girl's grasp, "As much fun as that sounds, I know you really don't want to do it, because I know what you really want. And this," he gestured between them, "Is just some part of a stupid plan to continue not being yourself."

Quinn looked away, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Yes you do, and it's okay. That's what this weeks' assignment is about, embrace it," he urged, gripping lightly at her shoulder's.

The blonde shook her head, a tear ran down here cheek, "Let go of me," she ordered, shoving the boy's hands away before turning and running to the nearest bathroom. She really didn't need people seeing her break.

Puck shrugged his shoulder's, glad his message had been conveyed and turned to go to his next class only to run into the small body mass that was Rachel Berry. He rubbed at the back of his neck nervously, her eyes were intense as she stood strong with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Noah." He nodded slightly in greeting, "May we speak for a moment?" Puck shrugged, there was no way Rachel would leave him alone if he didn't get it out of the way. "That song..."

"What about it?"

"Well, you looked over at me a couple of times, I was just wondering, why?"

Puck shrugged again but this time a smirk plagued his lips, "No reason. I really gotta get to class," he stated before stepping around the smaller girl and continuing down the hall.

"Since when do you go to class, Noah!?" Rachel huffed, frustrated beyond belief that the boy was avoiding her question. Her eye's shot daggers at the boy's retreating form before she fixed her skirt and turned on her heel, intent on finding the nearest bathroom to splash some water on her face.

"Get out!"

Rachel stood stock-still as the bathroom door swung close behind her. The voice was familiar, but the tone was an unwelcome familiar. She scanned the seemingly empty bathroom in front of her until her eyes stopped on the figure of Quinn Fabray. The blonde was leaning against one of the basins, her hair had been clawed out of her short pony and she was openly sobbing.

"Quinn?" Rachel's voice was barely above a whisper as she stepped hesitantly towards the crying girl.

Quinn looked up from the basin at the smaller girl, "Rachel? What are you doing here?" she questioned, wiping at her wet eyes with the back of her hands.

"It's a bathroom, Quinn, public domain."

"Right."

"Quinn, what's wrong?" The brunette grabbed some paper towels from the dispenser on the wall and stepped closer to the girl with her arm extended, offering the material to Quinn. It seemed they were always have their conversations in the bathroom these days with similar conditions, one of them would be upset and the other would just stay because they didn't want they other to be alone. Rachel wasn't sure why Quinn took it upon herself to make sure Rachel was okay after some slushie encounters, mainly because Quinn would be the one who ordered them on her. It's not like she hadn't questioned the blonde at the time, who would casually stand against one of the walls and watch Rachel rinse her hair in the basin. Rachel asked every single time why Quinn would stay there with her, practically begging the blonde to go to class sometimes, only to get something in reply about the girl admiring her work while she continued to watch her.

"Nothing's wrong." Quinn turned away from Rachel and dabbed at her eyes with a sniffle.

"I may be self-absorbed, Quinn, but I'm not blind."

Quinn felt Rachel's small hand press lightly to the middle of her back, her breath hitched as the brunette proceeded to rub the area soothingly, "It was just something Puck said," she confessed. There was something about Rachel that just brought all of her walls down, which is why it was making this situation difficult, because if she didn't put some space between them right now, she would probably just spill her heart out. But she couldn't move, much like she couldn't in the choir room, her feet wouldn't budge, as if they were glued to the ground.

"Boys can be stupid," Rachel giggled softly, "What did he say?" She stepped next to Quinn and studied the blonde's profile. The girl wasn't crying anymore, in fact, it looked like she wasn't breathing, "Quinn?"

Quinn's head turned towards the brunette with pleading eyes, she had made up her mind. The song had been right, and the boy had been right. She wasn't being herself, and if she had to be honest, she was sick of it. Constantly hiding what she was truly feeling was slowly killing her, almost to the point that she was hurting as much as when Shelby laid down the law and banned her from seeing Beth unless she cleaned up her act.

"Rachel." It came out in a shaky breath, and before she knew it, she was ducking her head closer to Rachel's. She took a moment to gaze into the girl's concerned chocolate-brown pools before she closed the gap between them. Her eyelids fluttered closed as their lips connected, her heart leapt into her throat as she felt the other girl's lips reciprocate.

Rachel's hand moved to cup Quinn's cheek and she pulled the blonde's lips firmer against her own. She wasn't sure why she did, but when Quinn's breathing hitched again, Rachel pulled back abruptly, "I gotta go," she panted, and with one last look at the out of breath blonde, she was gone.

(A/N: So yeah, I know it's probably not very good but it's a start. Let me know what you think and if I should continue, well I did kinda leave it with an open ending but yeah, tell me if I should take another shot at it or yeah what ever haha.)