Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, and never will.


It was the last period of the day, and Rachel Berry had just arrived in her class, Art. She was the third one there, and the other two were already busily at work, barely acknowledging her. Rachel wandered towards her seat, and placed her binders at the edge of the empty table. She descended and fell into her seat, sighing as she waited for her friends to appear. She usually waited until they arrived to gather her artwork. At times, if she felt generous, she would even bring their own artwork for them.

A few seconds later, Finn Hudson and several other classmates appeared. Finn stumbled towards Rachel with a cheerful grin.

"Hey, Rach," he greeted, sliding into his own seat right next to her.

Rachel returned his greeting with a slight nod, "Good afternoon, Finn."

Finn smiled again, dropping his notebook onto the wooden table. He stood abruptly and offered, "I'll go get our art projects."

Rachel immediately shook her head in disagreement and said, "No, no. I'd rather get it myself later. Thanks anyways." She didn't want Finn's clumsy hands on her precious project. What if he dropped it accidentally?

Finn shrugged, "Whatever you say." And with that, he slowly jogged across the room to retrieve his unflattering artwork.

After he left, Quinn Fabray, Santana Lopez, and Brittany Pierce entered the art room. Brittany and Santana seemed to be chuckling at something, while Quinn scowled, as she always did, as they marched towards their table.

The bell rung right when Finn returned, and Rachel rolled her eyes, realizing Puck was late again. She pushed back her plastic chair, but halted when Noah Puckerman rushed into the room. Thankfully, the teacher was busily helping a student and hadn't noticed him. She didn't tolerate lateness at all, not even a few seconds late. However, Puck was always late, but never seemed to get caught.

"Hey, guys," Puck grinned, slipping himself into his seat.

"Hiya, Puck," Finn returned Puck's grin, before handing him his artwork, "I got your project for you."

"Thanks, man," Puck bumped his fist against Finn's. "Guess who's getting laid to-"

"Excuse me, I'd rather not hear this. I'll be right back," Rachel mumbled, jolting from her seat.

Puck smirked, "Take your time, my story is pretty long."

Rachel rolled her eyes, pushing her chair in. "I'll be sure to." And with that, Rachel skipped across the room to escape Puck's unfiltered words. She strutted towards the bin, and rifled through the multiple sheets of delicate artwork. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Quinn coming closer to her, with a scowl that never seemed to leave her lips.

Rachel continued to search for her piece of work, even when she felt Quinn's eyes on her from behind. She nearly choked when she saw a perfect landscape on one of the sheets. It was far better than hers and she gulped when she saw Quinn Fabray scribbled lightly at the corner.

Quinn cleared her throat, then out of nowhere, reached over Rachel's shoulder for her project. "That would be mine," Quinn mumbled, her pale hand slowly gripped the sheet, and stole it from Rachel's grasp in one swift movement, with her taller frame pressed against Rachel's petite body.

Rachel began stutter, "Uh, I-I'm s- It's beautiful."

"Thanks," Quinn replied, a near smile grazing the corner of her lips. But it left before Rachel could even see it.

"N-No problem," Rachel stammered, returning to the bin.

When Quinn started to walk away, she realized she was holding two sheets, and separated the two. She was astonished to find a perfectly colored piece of artwork, and she flipped it to the back, immediately catching Rachel Berry written hugely. She spun around and trotted towards Rachel.

"Berry, I'm assuming this is yours," Quinn stated, dropping Rachel's picture in a gingerly manner onto Rachel's open hands.

"Uh, um, yeah," Rachel stuttered again, "Thanks."

Quinn nodded, before leaving to her table where Santana was sending her a "WTF?" look.

Rachel walked briskly to her own table, in deep thought.

Quinn had never spoken to her before, not even one word. And they never had any classes together, with the exception of this one, but they knew each other because they had some of the same friends. Rachel gulped, remembering Quinn knew she was bisexual. In 8th grade, she had came out to her closest friends, Kurt, Puck, and Tina, and Kurt accidentally let it slip to Quinn. Kurt apologized to Rachel right after, but it didn't matter to Rachel, since she barely even knew Quinn, and Kurt promised she wouldn't tell anyone. And Rachel was pretty sure Quinn hated her, since she always glared at her when they locked eyes in the hallways, and in 8th grade, when they hung, Quinn completely ignored her. Kurt assured Rachel she wasn't homophobic at all, obviously since Kurt was gay, and that Quinn didn't hate her, either. Rachel didn't believe him, and he kept assuring her that Quinn just wasn't a people person, which was why a scowl was plastered onto her lips ninety-nine percent of the time. She frowned when she realized Quinn was one of the very few group of people that knew about Rachel's sexual orientation.

But then she smiled again, and caught Quinn's eyes from afar. However, Quinn immediately looked away, and Rachel scowled, edging closer to her seat. For the rest of the period, she couldn't stop peeking glances at Quinn. She hadn't even acknowledged that the blonde was alive before today.


Author's Note: I might continue if people like it enough. Please review!