A/N: Let the possibilities begin


"So what song should we write?" Quinn asked, sitting at the piano.

"Well, Finn told me it had to be something real. Something that had to do with pain. I mean, I've tried singing about being an only child and having two Dads, but's that not enough. I need something the whole audience at Regionals is going to feel. And then when I sing onstage, they'll say 'look, it's her. The star of the show.'"

Quinn rolled her eyes. "Babe, it's not always about you okay? Some of us like to sing too. Especially when it comes to singing back-up. Which, I'm not always fond of, but…" she got up from the piano, walking over to Rachel and putting her arms around her. "Is something I do for you." She lightly nipped her neck.

"Um…well…I mean…" Rachel squirmed as Quinn continued the kisses. "It's…well…I'm the star and…" She laughed as Quinn lightly tickled her ribs. "Stop doing that. You know I can't concentrate when you do that."

"Do what?" Quinn smiled wickedly, tickling Rachel's ribs harder as she turned the Diva around to face her. Her tongue lightly licked at her lips.

Rachel's eyes slid closed for a moment, allowing Quinn to kiss all over her face before the tongue started licking at her lips again. Her eyes opened. "We're supposed to be songwriting. And you're…well, doing this. What if someone walks in?"

"They're all at Glee club practice. This room is empty for the next hour. So long as we let them think we're songwriting, then there's nothing wrong." She leaned in closer, resting her hands on Rachel's hips. "Besides, when was the last time we did it?"

"Yesterday. And you're in the celibacy club again remember?"

"Your point?"

"My point is…" Rachel squirmed out of her girlfriend's grip. "My point is…we're supposed to be songwriting instead of fooling around."

"Like that's ever stopped me." Quinn went to grab Rachel again, only to have her hand smacked away. She sighed. "You're not going to let up on this, are you?"

"Not until we write a song that shows I am—" Quinn glared at her. "I mean, we are good songwriters."

Quinn rolled her eyes, sitting down at the piano again. "Fine. But I'll eventually get my way. I always do."

Rachel smirked, coming up behind Quinn and lightly slapping her on the butt. "Not if I get my way first."

Quinn started in surprise.

Now it was Rachel's turn to grin wickedly. "So…songwriting?"