Who would have thought that Quinn "HBIC" Fabray would be at a diner, flipping pancakes in the kitchen? One thing was sure: she was never eating out again. The smell of fried food had forever ridden her of her appetite. Except of course for bacon.

She had taken cooking classes, and she loved it. But having it as a job was different. At a diner, it's all quick and sloppy. She had thought it would be a bit bigger and with an assistant or something. There was Sam, who had helped her get the job, since Mrs. Carver, the owner's wife and cook, had had surgery last week and couldn't work. Quinn was happy; she needed the last bit of work to buy a car. Finally some independence! Sam was usually placing the food in the dishes, washing them and cleaning the counters, and he helped her when she screwed up, which luckily wasn't all that often.

There are many voices. That didn't surprise her. There were seas of voices every Saturday and Sunday. What surprised her was that she recognized one. She couldn't exactly identify it. A female, loud voice. Her laughter made Quinn's stomach flutter. She held on to the frying pan, afraid to lose her balance.

"Fuck!" she held her hand, inspecting the burnt flesh.

Sam grabbed her hand and placed it under the cold water.

"Pay attention. Table seven wants their milkshakes, ok? Why don't you go prepare that? Let me handle this" Sam said, which made Quinn feel like even more of a nuisance.

Panic set in. Someone might recognize her. She'd always feared that, but now it seemed, real. Someone might come in, or open the door. Or mistake this door for the bathroom door. Even breaths. Quinn tried to calm herself. Before long she was interrupted by a loud, hurried voice.

"The Berries are here, they want the usual." Mr. Carver, the owner, said to Sam. Sam nodded and got to work, and Mr. Carver left.

"What's 'the usual'?" asked Quinn, tentatively, not wanting Sam to know she was very curious.

"Mr. Dad has scrambled eggs and bacon with coffee. Mr. Daddy asks for French toasts, with soy milk and apple butter and OJ. And Rachel asks for a fruit salad and porridge." Said Sam, as he prepared Mr. Dad's scrambled eggs.

"Why don't you let me handle Rachel's order? There was one time I overheard her telling us about her favorite breakfa-"

Before she could finish, Sam stopped all movement and turned around, looking at her inquiringly, "But…why?"

She got nervous under his critical stare, but after years of practice she still appeared calm and collected, quickly answering jokingly, "I don't know, maybe it's because I know I'd rather die than eat a breakfast like the one she ordered…"

Rachel Berry looked up hopefully from her seat. The waitress was coming their way, holding a plate with someone else's order. She looked out the window disappointed, but before she could drift off, she was interrupted by a girly voice.

"Could you make space?" Mary, the waitress, asked. Rachel looked at her confused, but moved the things as she was told, knowing that the tray was heavy.

"You've got the wrong table, Mary, we ordered the usual." Rachel said.

"Well, our cook in there thought you'd want something a bit more interesting than the usual. After all, it is your favorite, isn't it?"

An open mouthed Rachel stared at the food. Yes, it indeed was her favorite. Who had she possibly told? She never told Mr. Carver because she never wanted to order something that wasn't in the menu. It smelled amazing. She was about to ask who was the cook when she was interrupted by a customer trying to get Mary's attention. She apologized and left.

"Wow that looks great. Mind if I try some?" Immediately, Rachel surrounded her beautiful and deliciously smelling breakfast with her arms and looked at her Dad pleadingly, silently asking him to restrain his husband from attacking her food.

"No Daddy, it always starts with some and then it's all. You wouldn't want to starve your child would you?"

Grumbling, Hiram said, "Better get our order here quickly then. Aren't you lucky?"

It was great. Whoever this cook was, she knew it wasn't the first time making vegan pancakes. The banana boat was great, and the strawberry smoothie was healthy yet delicious. It was the best possible way to start her day.

Ballet class was just 15 minutes away, so Rachel's parents left her to walk to class.

"Call us when class ends, ok? We'll be in the supermarket. Do you need anything?" Leroy asked.

"No." Was Rachel's answer, and both parents picked up on the fact she hadn't said much all morning. They didn't suspect anything was up, it was usual that people would know stuff about Rachel, being that Rachel was one to talk about anything that came to her mind.

"Ok, have a good time. And stretch!"Said Leroy, waving from the car, as it drove away.

The place was closing for now; they won't open until dinner, since Mr. Carver had to go visit his wife and watch over their young kids. She felt sorry for Mr. Carver. He was really worried about his wife. She was still in the ICU and she didn't seem to be getting much better.

She went around Carver's Diner, and sat on the staircase, looking at the huge trashcan in front of her. The door opened. There were feet shuffling, and just as she was about to turn around the shuffling stopped. It was Sam. She greeted him with a warm smile and a hug.

"Oh, hey Rach."He didn't have time to hug her back since he had a couple of trash bags under his arms.

"The food was great, I wanted to thank you a lo-"

"Actually, it wasn't me. Quinn cooked for you. She told me you had mentioned it once, and that you could use some better food. She's in there if you want to thank her." The look of pure shock in Rachel did not go unnoticed by Sam, who knew that both girls were on barely speaking terms. He quickly told her he had to go home and took off after discarding the trash bags in the container.

She walked inside the diner on wobbly feet. Quinn. Never really friends. But suddenly she knew what she liked to eat? She knew she liked Quinn Fabray every since she had first heard her beautiful voice in the showers. Sure, Quinn was a gorgeous girl, but her calming, feminine voice was the last drop. She had tried to keep it secret, but word got out, and the bullying started to be regular, from everybody, not just the top Cheerios anymore.

"Sam, what did you forget this time, you dreamy blonde?"Said Quinn, walking toward the door, but immediately stopped when she saw the brunette in the doorway, with a gym back on her shoulder. The same brunette she has bullied over the past few years, the same girl she has had a crush on for even longer. And in a cute argyle pink skirt, nonetheless, and that unicorn sweater she was sure no one had ever thought about as much as had. Rachel dropped her gym bag next to her, bracing herself for a possible physical beating from the Cheerio, and hugged Quinn, who was immediately surrounded by Rachel's perfume. She moaned at the heavenly smell that was Rachel, wishing she could put a lid on it and keep it with her. She enjoyed it, feeling Rachel's back with her fingers, memorizing every vertebrae. She etched everything in her mind, not knowing if it would the last chance she might get of doing something as heavenly as touching one Rachel Berry.

Suddenly, the heating in the restaurant seemed to have doubled.

Rachel pulled away first. She felt her panties dampen at all the little touches Quinn left her with, and the little noise of utter content when she first hugged her.

"Breakfast was great, Quinn. I'm surprised you listen to some of the things I say." Rachel said in a humorous manner, even though she felt very lonely sometimes when no one gave a cent about her opinion in anything. Because the only reason they tolerated the young diva was because they really needed her voice.

"Why wouldn't I? I listen to a bunch of things you say. You're a very interesting person, Rachel." 'And I like you.' Quinn wanted to say it so much, but she couldn't put herself out there, she felt she would die of rejection from Rachel Berry.

"Oh please," Rachel cockily said, putting it all on the line. "You're only saying that because you want to get your hands under my skirt."

Quinn looked stunned. She never allowed herself to look stunned, and Rachel knows that, congratulating herself for having that effect on the blonde, then not being really sure if it's a good thing. "Um…I-I...uh…I don't."

'Fuck!' Quinn could see Rachel's face fall. Rachel backtracked, she could see the wheels turning, she could see the doubt she didn't seem to have a minute ago. Quinn stepped closer, until she felt Rachel's hair tickling her neck and cheek, grabbing her hand sweetly.

"That's not what I meant at all. I didn't mean that I didn't want you. I meant to say that I didn't say those things to get you in my bed. If I had to listen to everything you said to show you I liked you, well, it would have been faster to teach Sugar how to sing." Rachel was beaming; she got on her toes and whispered into Quinn's ear "So you like me? And you do want to get me into bed? Who would know Quinn Fabray would like someone like Treasure Trail?"Knowing she has to test Quinn, she rode up Quinn's knee long skirt, tantalizingly slow, up to her mid thigh, making Quinn impossibly wetter. "If I touched your panties, would they be wet?" Quinn immediately shook her head, not wanting Rachel to touch her, knowing she shouldn't be this wet, and feeling extremely embarrassed about most of the things going through her mind right now.

Rachel looked into Quinn's eyes, evaluating the situation, knowing her theory would be confirmed if she touched the blonde. She slid her finger slowly up Quinn's inner thigh with one hand, while the other raked the skin on her lower back, making Quinn shiver, a strangled moan leaving those beautiful lips Rachel had wanted for so long. She moved Quinn's panties to one side and dipped her fingers. Then she felt it. "God Quinn, you're so wet… How long have you wanted this for?" Quinn was getting impatient, so she grabbed the hand Rachel had on her back and brought it to her left breast. Rachel kneaded the skin, rubbing her clit at the same time. Quinn's legs felt unsteady, so she took hold of the sideboard, thanking God there was no one around.

Rachel turns Quinn towards the counter, holding her by the waist with both hands now. "Put your hands on the counter, and spread those legs for me. Now." Rachel's demeaning voice made Quinn shiver. She did as she was told, surprising and turning on both girls, "If you take your hands off, I'll stop touching you, and we'll call it a night, ok?" Quinn huskily managed to whisper a "Yes", before Rachel hiked up her skirt again, roughly this time, much to Quinn's pleasure.

"Hold on to your skirt."Rachel told Quinn, who desperately took it, willing to do anything for Rachel to touch her again. Rachel crouched on the floor, admiring the sight before her. She hooked her fingers on Quinn's panties and pulled them down, stopping Quinn when she tried to shake them off her ankles. Rachel loved the sight of it, so she didn't let her take them off. Rachel took up her position behind the blonde again, roughly pumping a finger inside Quinn.

"Oh Quinn, you're so tight and wet…" Quinn's muscles were firmly clutching Rachel's middle finger, while she gripped the counter as if her life depended on it.

As embarrassed as Quinn was by this situation, she whispered pleadingly, "Please…Rach…I-" Quinn stopped forming words when Rachel's left hand roughly started unbuttoning her shirt, then cupping her breast though her bra.

"What is it? What do you want? Come on, Quinn, don't get shy now. Do you want me to fuck you harder? Do you want more fingers inside of yo-" At those comments, Quinn's muscles gripped her harder, rubbing her ass against Rachel's thigh. "You better tell me what you want or I'll stop." Rachel threats, making Quinn whimper in embarrassment.

"I-I…Please Rach, I want more fingers..."Quinn then whispers "Please, fuck me harder, Rachel, deeper."

At that, Rachel starts twisting two fingers into Quinn, as deep as her finger will go, making Quinn buck and moan loudly.

"Take off your bra and start touching your tits."

She takes it off with shaky fingers, rolling her nipples and moaning at the feeling. Her insides are burning, and the obscene sound Quinn is making in appreciation only fuels Rachel's fingers, adding a third.

"Tell me, I know you want it. You just have to say it. Trust me Quinn." Rachel says seriously.

"I can't…You know, just do it."

"Say it."

"Please…um…I want a finger…up my ass, please."

"That's all I wanted. Thank you." Rachel kisses Quinn's shoulder sweetly, rubbing a finger at her entrance, gathering the copious amounts of Quinn's arousal, making Quinn wetter.

"Uh!" She starts pumping both hands now, knowing Quinn is close.

"Look at you. You like this so much. You must like it really rough, huh? You're so dirty. Now, I want you to pinch your nipples." As Quinn does this, Rachel can feel she is close, and stops moving inside of the blonde.

"You're such a slut. I'm sure everyone will smell you when you walk home. Wouldn't that be embarrassing? The pious girl just got fucked the lights out of her by another girl."

Rachel feels her muscles clench and unclench around her. "Turn around." The minute she does, Rachel kissed her roughly, but before more could go on, Quinn buried her face in Rachel's neck.

"I need more of you."

"Where?"

"You know where. Please don't make me say it. "

Rachel slid another finger inside Quinn's asshole, wiggling them, which caused the blonde to scream out in pleasure, in time with Rachel's fingers pumping her drenched pussy. Rachel curled her fingers in both of Quinn's holes, "R-rach, STOP. It makes me want to pee!"

"It's just arousal."

"No, it's really wanting to pee" Quinn was blushing profusely, and her muscles were clenching Rachel hard. So Rachel kept on going. She Curled and pumped her fingers until Quinn screamed out. A warm stream came out of Quinn as she screamed.

"FUCKKK! UHHH I'm peeing!"

"Couldn't even hold yourself, huh? Look at the mess you've made." Quinn clenched harder, and Rachel didn't stop curling her fingers. The peeing eventually stopped, and Quinn's bucking started bucking her hips.

"Look at the puddle you've made, Quinn. Are all Cheerios so dirty?"She screamed out in pleasure and held on to Rachel's shoulders, while Rachel got closer to her, still pumping, but holding her, not caring if she got any of the liquid on her clothes.

"RACHEL! Ahhh fuckkk!" As Quinn came down, all motion stopped. She covered her face with her hands, and started crying. Rachel held her closer, trying to calm her, telling her how hot she thought it was. She took her to an office next door, and stood in front of the desk.

"Didn't you like it, Quinn?"

"Of course I did-"

"Then you shouldn't be embarrassed. I liked it. See?" Rachel took off her skirt, sweater and bra, and it became obvious to Quinn that Rachel must have been really turned on, because her chest was flushed and her panties were so wet that her juices were running down her thighs. Licking her lips, Quinn catches Rachel's stare, and walks over to her.

Rachel gasped at the sight of the blonde kneeling right in front of her, mere inches from where she felt she needed her most.

"God, please Quinn, no teasing. We'll have other times for tha-"Rachel stopped midsentence, thinking she had ruined her chance to finally be with Quinn. She felt Quinn stroke her outer thigh, not sensually, but reassuringly so.

"I'd love to have other times, Rach." She lowered Rachel's panties, helping her get them off. "I was actually going to go to your house and ask you formally, but now that you're here…"

"Are you asking me out?"Rachel asked, looking about as happy as ever.

"Kind of. I wanted to know if you… if you would go to prom with me. Together. Like, an item. Like Santana and Brit-"

"Quinn, I'd love to. But please stop talking now! I need you…"

Quinn took in the scent that she had had the pleasure of smelling for the last half hour. Rachel looked gorgeous, with her brows knit and lips parted in pleasure as Quinn ran her tongue along Rachel's slit.

"Quinn, please, fuck me."

Quinn made sure her index finger was soaked in her come before she gently pushed it inside, making Rachel buck on Quinn's face. Quinn found Rachel's bundle of nerves and started circling it, making Rachel hold her head in place. Quinn had to make an extra effort to keep Rachel's legs open, but she loved the effect that she was having on the blonde.

Quinn took her head out from between the brunette's legs, much to Rachel's discontent. "You know, the way you were working my ass back then, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you do it to yourself…"

Rachel flushed a new range of red and mumbled "Yeah, um… I like it."

"Do you want it now?"

"Yeah"

"Say it. You have to ask me Rachel, if you want something from me."

"Quinn, please fuck my butt" Rachel said in between breaths, trying to keep her arousal at bay.

She kissed the brunette under the knee, making her knees buckle. Before Quinn could get down to business, Rachel said, "Quinn, I think I won't be able to stand up, and frankly, I don't think that performing cunnalingus on me on our first time would be best suited. How about you sit down on that chair and I straddle you and-"

Before Rachel could continue to give her a detailed plan, Quinn pushed her on the empty desk and made sure that only her legs were dangling off.

"-Or we could do that." Rachel chuckled, while Quinn placed a pair of folded towels underneath Rachel's ass.

Quinn rubbed Rachel's juices on her index finger and thrust it inside of her butt. Rachel squirmed and gasped in pleasure, begging Quinn to do the same with her other hole. When she did, Quinn felt Rachel deliciously clench around her. She started kissing her way up her stomach, until she reached the brunette's breasts and began to suck and nibble them, making Rachel moan appreciatively.

"I need more fingers, Quinn"

"Where?"

"Uh, everywhere!"

Quinn thrust two fingers in each entrance, and placed a third inside of Rachel's pussy when she asked for it again.

"Do you want me to curl my fingers like you did, Rach?"

"Ye-yes please! Uhhh… More Quinn…Ughhh!" Rachel held on to the edge of the desk as she felt that familiar feeling of an upcoming orgasm.

"I-I'm gonna come Quinn!"

"Scream my name, scream it for me Rach."

The obscene noises that Rachel's body was making as Quinn fucked her senseless made Rachel climax, holding on to Quinn's shoulders, trying to bury Quinn's finger's harder into herself. Quinn kept on thrusting and curling, trying her best to deal with the pain on her shoulders caused by Rachel's fingernails.

When Rachel stopped bucking, Quinn straddled the desk and took her place next to Rachel, though they didn't have much space. Rachel took hold of Quinn's hair and claimed her lips, once again beginning nonstop chatter.

Rachel remembered her ballet classes. It was so worth missing. Screw ballet classes. What sane person would pass on an opportunity like this one?

"So, what color dress are you going to wear? I think we should wear clashing colors…"

Quinn just smiled at Rachel's babbling, and kissed her nose, trying her best to concentrate on the current conversation, and not the fact that she has Rachel Berry lying next to her, on an empty desk, in an unoccupied office, in an empty diner.