AN: This is my first time writing anything for Glee so please be nice and let me know what you think. This has been floating around in my head for a while and I needed to get it down so I could continue with my other fic. As always R&R Enjoy! Unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own Glee


Rachel Berry couldn't focus. Hell she could barely breathe, because Quinn Fabray had her arm around her. Mr. Schue had ended glee early, and everyone was sitting around chatting before they had to leave. Rachel had somehow found herself next to Quinn, who was talking to Mercedes about something or other (Rachel wasn't very interested in the current topic of conversation). Somewhere in the middle of the conversation, Quinn had carelessly thrown her arm around the diva, temporarily causing Rachel to freeze with the sudden overload of emotions pouring over her.

Ever since the babygate incident, Quinn and Rachel had started to tentatively become friends, except Rachel wanted more. She couldn't deny that her heart sped up whenever Quinn so much as looked in her direction. At first, Rachel had tried to deny her growing attraction, forcing herself to like Finn, even dating him. Still, no matter what she did, she couldn't keep away from the blonde cheerleader. Her heart fluttered again as Quinn shifted next to her, laughing at something Mercedes smiled to herself. She loved when Quinn's face lit up like that. She had seen it more often lately, which just proved the former head Cheerio had changed. She wanted to believe that their new friendship may be part of the reason for it, but she didn't want to get her hopes up. Even if she could never be involved romantically with Quinn there was no harm in staying friends and appreciating her from afar right?

"Ready to go?" Rachel brought herself back to the present and willed herself to stay in control as she looked into her favorite pair of hazel eyes.

"Uhh yes that would be greatly appreciated, Quinn." She cursed herself for her unnatural failure at articulation, but the blonde didn't seem to notice her nervousness. Quinn smiled and withdrew her arm as she stood up.

"Okay let me just grab my Cheerios bag from the locker room."

"Then I shall accompany you," Rachel said primly, smoothing out her skirt as she stood up. Quinn rolled her eyes, but continued to smile as Rachel led the way out of the choir room.

The moment they exited the room, Rachel's mouth was going a mile minute about this and that and what song she thought they should choose for Sectionals this year and how Quinn had an amazing voice but should think about taking lessons from her. Through it all, Quinn was surprised how content she was to just listen and let Rachel talk. A couple months ago, she would have been mortified that she was talking to the social pariah that was Rachel Berry. Now, the same girl she had been determined to hurt in every way possible was one of the few people Quinn could count on. Throughout the pregnancy, she had stuck around after everyone else seemed to have abandoned her. Despite what Quinn had put her through, Rachel had stepped in and protected the blonde, providing the support that she desperately needed. When her parents had kicked her out, it was Rachel that took her in and insisted she move in with her.

The better Quinn got to know Rachel, the more she found herself being naturally drawn to the diva, constantly hovering by her side. She had grown to love certain things about Rachel and found that she was barely tolerable after you got past the overly dramatic rants and excessive use of argyle. That was when she realized she couldn't keep her eyes off of Rachel, and her heart quickened when the diva caught her looking and quickly looked away. When Rachel and Finn had gotten back together, it had taken all of the Cheerio's control to not rip the idiot's head off when he so much as held Rachel's hand. She was jealous of how much attention Rachel was giving him, and it was only then that she admitted what she had been trying to hide behind insults and pornographic bathroom drawings: she was gay for Berry.

"Weren't you going to retrieve your bag from the locker room? Quinn?"

The blonde stared blankly at the confused expression on the girl's face.

"What? Oh yeah." She had been standing in front of the door to the locker room for a good ten seconds already and Rachel was giving her a weird look.

Quinn ducked her head, trying not to make eye contact with Rachel as she hurried into the locker room. Thankfully, the room seemed to be deserted when Quinn walked inside. She spotted her Cheerios bag and strode over to pick it up when she heard a distinct moan coming from behind the next row of lockers followed by something slamming into the lockers.

"Oh my god S don't stop," moaned a voice.

Could that be… She stuck her head around and came face to face with - "S, B, really?" The two girls broke apart from what had been a heated makeout session. Brittany's arms were pinned above her head by Santana who had been in the middle of pulling down the Cheerio's skirt.

"Well, Fabray, this was an empty locker room until you barged in here," Santana sneered, quickly straightening her girlfriend's skirt and releasing her arms.

"It's okay, babe," Brittany smiled, "Quinn can watch if she wants."

The Latina's eyes widened and she growled playfully, "You are so hot," and she pulled her girlfriend in for another kiss. Quinn blushed as her two best friends continued to ignore her, content to get lost in each other.

"Quinn what are you – oh." Rachel gaped at the display before her and blushed an even deeper shade than Quinn.

With a groan, Santana broke away from Brittany again, "Really if I wanted people to see me get my mack on with my girl I would've made a sex tape."

"Well actually Santana, I wouldn't encourage that particular course of action, considering the possible implications that would have for you and Brittany," Rachel couldn't stop herself from babbling.

The Latina rolled her eyes, "It was sarcasm manhands, chill."

"Don't call her that," Quinn snapped. She hated that nickname that she had given to Rachel. It made her ashamed of all the times she had bullied the brunette and she didn't need Santana reminding her of that.

The Latina raised an eyebrow at the blonde's outburst, unaccustomed to her friend defending the diva. Rachel was staring at Quinn too, but her expression was one of amazement. Had Quinn really just stuck up for her? Sure they were friends, but it still felt strange…not that Rachel was complaining. There was something appealing about having Quinn Fabray defend her.

"Whatever Q," Santana shrugged while Brittany resumed nipping affectionately at her neck.

"Is that really necessary? We're standing right here!" the blonde squeaked averting her eyes.

Brittany lifted her head from Santana's neck, eliciting another groan and a mumbled curse from Santana.

"Well both of you like it," she sounded confused. "And isn't this what you want to do with Rachel anyway, Quinn?"

Quinn's heart stopped at Brittany's assumption. What the hell? How did she figure it out? She stuttered and found she had no answer except to gaze at the floor stupidly. Rachel too had started panicking when Brittany correctly pointed out she liked the two making out. It was hot after all, but wait a sec…did she just say Quinn wanted to do that with her? An unbidden image popped into Rachel's mind then. Quinn, softly pressing her lips against Rachel's as she pushed her into the lockers..slowly moving her hands down Rachel's body..NO cant't think that right now. The diva tried to ignore the knot that had formed in her abdomen as she had pictured the could practically feel Quinn's fingers ghosting across her skin. She shivered and glanced up at Brittany who was still standing there with a knowing look on her face. I've got to deny this now. For both of our sakes…and if she's right about Quinn well..get yourself together Berry and get out of this first! Clearing her throat nervously, she tried to play off the incident.

"I'm sorry but I believe you are mistaken, Brittany. You see, Quinn is merely uncomfortable with the current level of affection you are showing with Santana, and not reacting to your speculation about her possible romantic feelings towards me, of which I am sure are nonexistent. Even though I see nothing wrong with that if she did," she added hastily.

Santana snorted and rolled her eyes, "Oh get your asses out of the closet already!"

"Excuse me? What the hell are you talking about Lopez?" Quinn snapped. She wasn't going to let Santana Lopez talk to her like that even if it was true. She stared down her friend who stared right back.

"I'm talking about how pathetic it is that both of you are pining after the other one when it's pretty damn obvious you like each other!"

"I assure you I have no idea what you're refering to," Rachel muttered, quailing under the intensity of Santana's gaze.

"Oh I think you do, Berry." She took a threatening step toward Rachel, but a pale arm shot out to grab her.

"San, this isn't working. Maybe we should just leave them be for now." Brittany stroked her girlfriend's hair, trying to calm her down.

Santana growled but she relented and relaxed under Brittany's gentle touch. "Fine. We can let them sort out whatever twisted emotional crap they have."

Quinn and Rachel sighed to themselves in relief thinking the accusations were done.

"Well this has been a rather stimulating conversation, but Quinn and I must be going now. We have to get ready for family game night and tonight is monopoly which is looking to be-"

"Oh we're not done with you yet Berry." Santana grinned deviously and whispered something conspiratorially in Brittany's ear. Brittany squealed and clapped with excitement before turning to Quinn and Rachel.

"Santana promises to shut up about the two of you if and only if..." Brittany leaned toward them and whispered so low they almost missed her next words.

"...you kiss each other."

Quinn felt a jolt in her stomach and somewhere in her mind she realized she had been given an open invitation to kiss Rachel Berry. It wasn't as if she hadn't fantasized about this before, how could she not when Rachel's lips looked so soft and inviting. Still, there was no way the diva would let her just kiss her since a friend told her to, so she masked her disappointment behind anger.

"No way! This is messed up! We're leaving now come on Rachel!" She grabbed Rachel's arm and dragged her out of the locker room, ignoring Santana's parting call of "Knew you didn't have the balls Q!"

The locker room door had barely shut when she felt Rachel holding her back from stomping down the hallway.

"Quinn." The tone made the blonde pause, fear building in her chest.

"Yeah?" She didn't turn to face Rachel, too scared of what would happen if her eyes found those beautiful brown irises. She knew Rachel was going to demand answers, and she wasn't sure she could keep lying.

"Look what happened back there meant nothing. Brittany doesn't know what she's talking about I mean we're just really good friends and even though you are beautiful I wouldn't want to kiss you or anything so-"

"Quinn even though it is adorable that you are picking up my habit of rambling please shut up."

Quinn gaped and tried to wrap her mind around the fact that Rachel called her adorable.

Rachel took a deep breath forced Quinn around to look at her. Quinn saw the lust in Rachel's eye, but she could tell the girl was holding it in check, afraid of what Quinn would do if she went too far. Time seemed to slow down as the two girls stared at each other, waiting with bated breath to see if the other would make a move. Quinn tentatively moved forward, slowly closing the space between them until her lips were mere centimeters from Rachel's. She could feel Rachel's erratic breathing against her face and she paused, worried that she had moved too quickly.

Before Quinn could pull away, Rachel fisted both hands in her hair and tugged her head down, crashing her lips against Quinn's. A moan escaped from Quinn's mouth as she wrapped her arms around Rachel's waist, pulling herself as close to the other girl as possible. The feel of Rachel's lips against hers had awoken something in her that had lain dormant. She wanted - no needed this. She needed to feel every inch Rachel to prove that she was hers now. Rachel moaned into Quinn's mouth as at the moment Quinn detached her mouth from Rachel's instead choosing to latch onto the brunette's neck.

"Quinn," Rachel gasped running her hands down blonde's back causing her to shiver. Quinn bit down hard on Rachel's neck, satisfied with the knowledge that it would leave a bruise the next day.

"Mine," she murmured trailing kisses along Rachel's jawline until their lips connected again. She tugged gently at Rachel's bottom lip causing the diva to moan yet again. Quinn traced Rachle's lips with her own tongue, wordlessly asking permission. Rachel complied and their tongues met, battling each other for dominance.

Neither of them heard the locker door open behind them until Brittany's voice behind them made them jump. "You were right Santana! Quinn's about to fuck Rachel in the hallway."

Rachel's eyes widened in horror and she quickly pushed Quinn away from her. Quinn turned around to growl at Brittany in frustration, "When will the two of you just learn to leave us alone!"

Brittany giggled and blew Quinn a kiss before disappearing back into the locker room. Rachel rolled her eyes and looked up at Quinn mischievously.

"You know my dad's aren't going to be home until seven, and that way we won't have to deal with Brittany and Santana."

Quinn grinned at her and swiftly moved in for another kiss that left Rachel breathless. "Let's see if we can finally put that sound proof room of yours to use."


Well there you go :) This is all I planned to write but if you guys think I should do more let me know!