"Stop staring, short-ass" Quinn sneered.

Rachel looked up from Quinn's oh-so-smooth thighs into the blonde's face. She was blushing, she could feel it.

"I… perhaps we'd better start".

Quinn smirked as Rachel picked the music up off of the choir room piano. She had made Rachel stumble over her words. Rachel Berry never had diction problems. Quinn played with the fringe of her cheerio skirt, allowing her legs to spread slightly. Immediately Rachel's gaze dropped, and the brunette swallowed. Quinn grinned. Oh this was almost too easy.

Rachel couldn't help but gawk as Quinn exposed more and more, but never enough.

Rachel Berry! She scolded herself. You are not crushing on Quinn, you are not crushing on Quinn she chanted internally.

Quinn smirked again and Rachel's eyes fixed on those full, pink lips. Oh my God you are so crushing on Quinn! Her mental voice sounded suspiciously Kurt-like.

"I need Finn back", Quinn said conversationally, almost as if she was asking to borrow a pen.

"I'm sorry?"

"Finn? Big dopey quarterback? You're dating him?"

"I know who my boyfriend is, thank you!"

Quinn suppressed a laugh. This was going perfectly. Rachel was so predictable.

"OK, chill! Geez Berry."

Rachel opened her mouth to retaliate, feeling the blood rush to her face making her go red with fury. What the hell was Quinn playing at? This was a whole new level of HBIC.

Quinn cut in before Rachel could begin her rant. "C'mon, I just need to borrow him for a little while. You can have him back after prom, I swear".

"QUINN!" Rachel was apoplectic with rage. This was the first time she had ever truly lost it with Quinn. Or with anyone really.

"C'mon we both know I can get him, with or without your permission. Finn's not exactly the most loyal, for all his puppy-dog ways".

Rachel strode forward, itching to slap the girl. Quinn was sat on the second step of the choir room, so, with Rachel standing on the floor, they were about equal height.

"After everything we've been through Quinn! What is wrong with you? Why are you so… so…" Rachel was cut off by Quinn's sudden kiss.

When Quinn drew back after a couple of seconds she looked…odd. Shy, Rachel realized with a jolt.

"I…" Rachel put a hand over Quinn's mouth.

"All this time, you knew? You knew and you didn't tell me?" she asked, sounding hurt.

"I was scared, Rach. I still am. Freaking terrified. But I love you so freaking much…"

"Oh what a romantic declaration!"

"Shut up!"

Rachel laughed. "It's ok, I 'freaking' love you, too".

Quinn grinned. "I was kinda hoping you were gonna say that".

"Alright, you can borrow Finn".

"What? Oh, I just said that to wind you up! I wanna go to prom with you, not dog-breath".

"Did you… did you just ask me to prom?"

"Um, yes?"

"Quinn Fabray you are incorrigible! But yes I will go to prom with you, in spite of your awful proposal to it. But I bags not wearing the tux".

"Geez Berry, this isn't the twenties! Neither of us have to be 'the butch lesbian'. What a waste of damn fine body".

"Quinn!" Rachel giggled, leaning in to kiss the blonde again. "And I'm not telling Finn".

"Aw Rach, don't make me look into his big eyes and tell him I stole his gal! After all, it's because of him that we're together! I owe the guy."

"I said first. You snooze you lose!"

Quinn growled and stood up, taking Rachel with her and spinning the midget around,

Rachel squealed in delight.

Finn mooched in and came to a halt. "Uh, guys?"

"Crap!" the two girls said simultaneously.