It was crazy; she'd already sworn she wasn't coming back. She didn't want to come back, she had new friends, and she had an entirely new life. She dyed her hair, started smoking, she was hardly recognizable if I really thought about it.

But I missed her. I miss her voice, I miss her eyes, I missed how her mere presence seemed to complete the room. I just missed her. I know it doesn't make sense, she's tormented me almost my whole life but still, there was something about her I just missed.

So here I was, walking through the crowds of McKinley, hugging my books to my chest like a shield. I wasn't sure I'd be able to face Quinn if I had colored slosh all over my clothes.

It was bright out, the sun shined as brightly as ever, but it was just barely keeping me warm enough to stand the weather in my skirt. Goose bumps were even covering my arms as a breeze flew past me. I was almost there though, I was almost to the point of completely humiliating myself. I hadn't anything planned, there was no long diatribe I had wanted to say, truth be told I just wanted to see her. I just wanted to look at her again.

I really did miss her eyes.

I looked to the bleachers, seeing shadows move under them. The skanks. Her new friends. But let's be honest, they were hardly friends to her. At least I doubted they were, they didn't seem like they would unquestionably stand up for her, but I would. All of glee would.

"Quinn," I say almost quietly. It was like the first time I had come to try and convince her to join again. The scene before me was almost exactly the same. Quinn sat, smoking her cigarette, eyes staring off into nothing until she hears my voice. Suddenly they focus again, and I watch her lips curl into a small smile.

"Rachel," She calls, mocking my meek voice. I can't help it; I look down to the ground. Her group of "friends" stood behind her, eyeing me like vultures. God, they were frightening.

"Can we talk?" She eyes me slowly, those Hazel orbs looking me up and down, almost leering at me. My stomach flips at it; I don't think anyone has ever looked at me like that before. But to my surprise she stands, flicks her cigarette to rid it of the ashes, and walks towards me, not stopping until our feet are almost touching.

I can literally feel my blood pumping everywhere in my body, and am acutely aware of my own heartbeat. Quinn always had a way to make me nervous. I was tugging at me overcoat now, nervously shifting my weight from one foot to the other. Why was I breathing so heavy now? "You wanted to talk?" She coos, I can literally feel her breath on my nose, it's warm, a nice contrast to the air of the shadows around us.

"How are you?" I ask stupidly, not really knowing where to start. Her being this close to me was really messing with my speech skills. She was making my head fuzzy with her sudden closeness. I wasn't used to her standing so close to me. Under the smell of cigarette smoke I could manage to smell her shampoo. It was nice, fruity even. An unexpected surprise given her current new punk attire. Oddly I expected a non-pleasant scent. That was clearly naïve of me, this was Quinn Fabray, there was never a moment where she neither looked nor smelled unpleasant.

Her low chuckle sends chills throughout my body, all the way to my very core. "Rachel," she husks. My eyes flutter slightly, her new voice, the one she's developed to go with this new persona of hers, it's incredibly alluring. "I know why you're here, and I already told you, I'm not coming back."

"Quinn, just, I don't understand. We're your family," I try, but I still don't know exactly where I'm attempting to go with this, her body is still incredibly close to mine. She looks away from me for a moment, takes a drag in of her cigarette, and blows it out. "I know I said we'll be here when you're ready Quinn, and you can join when you're ready but, I miss you." I say shrugging and avoiding any eye contact. I had only just started to admit it to myself, how much I missed her. It was a little harder to admit it to her though, and far more embarrassing.

Her smile grows, making my heart beat faster, she was about to tease me for admitting such a thing. She was going to call me a name and laugh, then return to her "friends" who would laugh as she retold the encounter. But she doesn't tease me, she only waits for me to look her in the eyes again before leaning further into me, talking so lightly I almost don't hear her words, "What exactly do you miss Rachel?" My eyes close tightly now. This was new, I hadn't experienced this Quinn before, it was almost like she was…flirting. When I finally open my eyes again I see her smile first. Her teeth were showing now, and it was more of a smirk than a true smile.

I had to remember how to think before I started stuttering incoherently and mumbling nonsense. "I just miss you Quinn. I can't explain it better than that."

There's that chuckle again, low and deep, like it's coming from deep in her throat. "Rachel Berry unable to explain something?" She teases. She moves in again, this time her lips just ghosting over my ear. There's not enough air suddenly. There isn't enough air, or ground. The ground has completely disappeared and I was somehow floating in midair. "That doesn't sound like the girl I know."

"I-I-I just," I blurt, able to hear the smile spread across her face. "I mean, just," I was using that word too much. Why couldn't I think anymore?

Oh God was that her hand?

I feel cold fingers trace the hem of my shirt, sending an entirely new wave of goose bumps over me. What was she doing? Typically I could figure Quinn out, I knew when she was about to tease me, when she was about to call me a name or call me out on being a diva. But this Quinn was different, this Quinn was unpredictable. "Tell me more Rach." She whispers, pulling her head away from me, an amused grin toying on her lips.

"Quinn," I breathe, feeling my body waver a little. I was dizzy, incredibly and undoubtedly dizzy from everything about what she was doing.

"Rachel," I lost my breath again, closed my eyes, and took in as much air as I possibly could manage, attempting to regain some kind of control. I was quickly beginning to see this was a battle of wills. Quinn was controlling this situation, and I was not about to allow it to go on any longer. I came here. I approached her. I cared enough about her to be one of the only ones to even try. This was my ground, not hers.

"Quinn, glee isn't the same without you. Mr. Schue kicked Santana out because she chose Sue over Glee. Brittany has closed off from everyone; Mercedes is sinking back into her Diva stage. Our family is falling apart and I really think a familiar face would help bring things back to normal. Please Quinn? I really miss you." That last bit slipped out before I could stop myself. But it wasn't as if it wasn't true, and if I recall, I've already admitted this much before.

I blame her body, and her hand, and her thumb running up and down my skin sending my stomach into circus flips, for all of my slip ups today. I blame her from unraveling me in a way that I wasn't aware was possible before entering my own doom that was this day under the bleachers.

Chancing a look to her eyes I find nothing but amusement, pure amusement at my slip up. She moves in closer, so that the very tips of our feet actually touch, I can feel the warmth from her body emanate off her, warming my own skin. Her hand moves from my waist to my chin, which she grasps gently and pulls down before placing her lips to my forehead, lingering in the touch for a moment.

My eyes bug like…like Quinn Fabray had just kissed my forehead. Nothing compared to this moment. Nothing felt so…intimate before. But, why was Quinn doing this. Why was she kissing my head? Why was she touching me the way she was, and making me feel the way I am? "Mmm, Okay Rachel," she says against my head, her lips tickling the soft skin there. "I'll come back to glee." She pauses, pecking my forehead again before letting go of my chin, allowing me to look her in the eyes once again.

I shouldn't have done that, her eyes were so warm, so gentle. I didn't stand a chance, I got lost in them as quickly as ever. Nothing had ever entranced me like her eyes did. There was something new in them now, something I'd never noticed before, they were calm. She was looking at me like she used to look at…at Finn…but… "If you agree to go on a date with me." She husks, and my eyes go wide again.

There was nothing I could say. There were no words that were floating around aimlessly in my head. There was just nothing. Absolutely nothing. Quinn Fabray just asked me on a date. Everything was buzzing, my brain, my forehead, my fingers, my toes, everything was just buzzing. This was crazy, she was only teasing again. But why was she looking at me like that? Why had she kissed my forehead? Why had she toyed with the edge of my shirt? Could that really be all part of a silly set-up? Silly was probably not even near the correct word to use at the moment, but this moment was one I'd never imagined to ever happen, so silly was simply the best I could come up with.

And as I stare deep in her eyes I see that it couldn't have been, not with the look she was giving me. That wasn't mischievous in her eyes. There was no malice in her words or any trace of it on her face. This wasn't a trick; Quinn Fabray wanted to go on a date with me. And I could only think of one thing to say to that really. "O-okay."

Anything for Glee club.