Quinn's POV

It all started with that kiss at Nationals, all three of them, only one know by the group.

Actually that's not true, it had started a long time before, and I was only able to identify it better after prom. After I slapped her and saw that hurt look in her eyes, I felt my mask slipping. I had apologized profusely, she had forgiven me simply and easily, like she it did not bother her and with the prom king and queen crowning ceremony, I realized that I didn't care that I had lost. I was still thinking about Rachel and how forgiving she was and (surprisingly) how good she had looked with her hair done up, how easily you could see her figure in that dress. Although if it was up to me I would have put her into a red cocktail dress, or maybe a deep purple gown. These thoughts plagued my mind all night and after that night I found my eyes following Rachel and becoming increasingly fascinated by her every move. And this scared me to my core, these feelings that I tried to suppress and the way I would spiral off into a tangent just thinking about her hair or her legs or her voice. I was becoming increasingly aware that I wasn't straight but then what was I? Bisexual? Bi-curious? Who knows.

After everyone was left sulking after our loss, I found myself alone in a room with Rachel. She was pacing and saying things like,

"They hate me, they must all hate me! It's essentially my fault we lost and now they all despise me. Oh god Quinn what am I going to do? I can't have this on my conscience !"

And so on. While she paced I lounged on a semi comfortable love seat, watching Rachel's behind as she constantly moved. It was a nice ass and I could not understand why I had never really noticed it before.

She was starting to cry, and I just couldn't handle it anymore. I pushed myself to my feet and walked swiftly toward my target.

Standing directly in front of her I place my hands on both sides of her face, moving my thumbs to wipe away her tears, her eyes wide and curious as I slowly place my lips over hers.

That first kiss wasn't perfect by any standards, it was wet and salty and a little raw. But there was something hidden underneath that kiss that made me wonder, that made mefeel.

She responded quicker to the kiss than I would have expected, snaking her hands around my neck and pulling me close instead of pushing me away in disgust.

We stumbled backwards, moving as one until Rachel is backed against the door, our mouths still attached. Grinding our hips together, her hands tangled up in my hair and mine moved to press into her sides.

Our bodies moved in a rhythm, our hands exploring, pressing and cupping things we had never touched on another girl before.

Her tongue licked my bottom lip for entrance and I gladly opened up. She slipped her tongue in and I could taste her as she explored the inside of my cavern.

I held this woman flush to my body, feeling like my world was spinning and might never stop.

After what seemed like forever but was probably only a few minutes, one of us pulled away. Rachel grasping my ass and drawing up my dress to expose more of my thighs and my hands gripping her hips tightly, never wanting to let this girl go.

I was curious as to what she was going to say, as we both panted trying to catch our breath, avoiding each others eyes. Finally I raised my gaze to hers when she said in a breathy voice,

"Don't stop Quinn, never stop."

And with that she pulled her lips back to mine making my vision blurry and changing my world in a wonderful and confusing way from there on out.

I believe this will turn into a multi-chaptered fic, with many behind the scenes shots of Faberry-ness that no one but the 2 girls know about. Tell me if you like it please (or provide me with some tidbits of where you want this to head) by leaving a review .