For Schermionie's 5, 10, 20, 50, 70, 100 Fandoms Challenge.
Rachel Berry stared, wide-eyed and slack-jawed.
Quinn Fabray stared back for a moment, before directing her gaze to the floor and nibbling on her bottom lip.
"I don't understand why'd you ask me." Rachel had finally caved into the silence, shaking her head. Then, with a quick glance around the deserted school field, Rachel whispered, "I mean, it's not like I'm gay."
"...what? Yes, you are. That's why I asked you."
Rachel's eyes, got even wider. "I'm not. I promise you I'm not."
The other girl scoffed. She no longer looked nervous—only annoyance showed now. "Look, if you don't want to help me out, I don't care. I can find someone else. But you don't have to lie to me, gosh. Everyone knows you're gay, okay? Seriously, you're part of the drama department."
"You think I'm..." Rachel trailed off. She took a step back, picking her bag from the grass and slinging it over her shoulder. "Whatever. I don't have time for this."
Quinn hadn't thought that far ahead. She had assumed that after meeting up with drama geek and probable lesbian, Rachel Berry, and asking for a little help, she would immediately get the little help that she needed and then all would be right in the world of Quinn Fabray. What she hadn't expected, was for Rachel Berry to be so insistent in arguing the obvious and for her to actually walk away from her. And so, seeing the girl sauntering away from her without a care in the world was a bit of a shock. In short, Quinn was a bit gobsmacked.
"Wait!" she called. "Wait! I'm...wow, look, I honestly thought you were a lesbian. Honest mistake, I swear."
Rachel paused in her tracks. For a moment, Quinn was sure that she'd continue to walk. However, she turned around and with a curious glance, said, "That's a stupid mistake to make."
"I just wanted to try it," Quinn insisted. "I just wanted to make sure."
"Yes, well, you can't just go around asking people to kiss you," Rachel replied indignantly, now facing her properly. "Especially if you're just asking them to be your little experiment."
Having the decency to look affronted, Quinn began, "I didn't think—"
"—of course you didn't think," Rachel interrupted. "But I'm Rachel Berry. I'm not someone's plaything, lesbian or otherwise."
"I—"
But Rachel has already turned on her heel and was walking away defiantly. Quinn thought of calling out once more, but decided against it.
After all, even she couldn't figure out why, even though she knew that Santana was gay and would have been more than happy to help her explore her sexuality, she went to someone like Rachel Berry—someone she'd only ever known from the other side of the cafeteria and Spanish class.
That being said, perhaps Quinn hadn't needed that kiss to figure it out. Not really.