Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

Quinn's POV

I never expected to be friends with Rachel Berry. Especially in my senior year. I was supposed to be the most popular, most known, most admired girl in the whole school by then. But no. I wasn't. By my final year in high school, I was still head Cheerio, but also known as "teen-mom-slut", and I was also best friends with Rachel. I guess it was the forced bonding in Glee club, but somehow it happened.

It was a Tuesday when she asked me.

"Can you help me with my kissing?"

I thought I had misheard her. "Excuse me?"

A light blush formed on her cheeks. I suppose she was still intimidated by me. She repeated the question:

"Can you help me with my kissing?"

There it was. I hadn't misheard her. Rachel was my friend but...did she really mean...

"Holy...Rach are you a lesbian?"

"Of course not! I just-"

"Bi?"

"No! I just wanted...assistance."

"That's disgusting." I pushed the door open, leaving the girl's bathroom. She followed me.

"It's not like I'm the only one! Tons of girls kiss other girls to practice!"

I avoided eye contact. "Lesbians in the closet."

"I-I'll pay you!"

I flipped around to face her. "Why are you so desperate?"

"Because...I think I'm losing Finn. He just seems bored...uninterested...I want to impress him. Learn how to do...'tongue'. Things like that."

"Rachel...you don't 'learn how to do tongue'," I sighed, frustrated with how naïve she was. "You just do it."

"Well, I don't want to be nervous! I want to be confident in my kissing skills!"

"Why are you asking me? Can't you ask, oh I don't know...a GUY?"

"You're my friend! Do you know how...how humiliating it would be to ask a guy?"

"Finn would understand, you know."

She pouted. I sighed. "How much would you pay me?"

"Twenty dollars a day."

"Make it fifty."

"What? Why?"

"Make it fifty or I'm not doing it."

"Fine."

Damn. I had really thought she would turn it down then. She flashed me a grateful smile. "We'll start tomorrow after school. My house." And with that, she turned and walked to her class. I groaned to myself. I was NOT looking forward to pressing tongues with Rachel Berry. We were friends, but that was just...gross.

But hey, maybe I was wrong. She probably meant just tell her how to do it, right? I wouldn't have to actually show her or anything. Rachel wasn't a lesbo.

I convinced myself she didn't need me for practice.

Just for advice.

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