Hey, I'm back. This is me trying my hand at a Faberry high school story in an attempt to past the time until Glee return. I have no major plan for this story; I'm just going to see where the writing takes me. As usual, read and review to let me know what you think, I would appreciate it. It will let me know if I should move forward with chapter 2 or not.

For the sake of this story, the Finchel proposal never happened, Finn was just a lousy boyfriend and Rachel decided to break up with him and find someone worth her while. Also, there is an established Faberry friendship, Quinn is open about her lesbianism, and Rachel is out as a bisexual.

No beta.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

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Chapter 1

"Sooooooooo…"

"Yes Quinn?"

"Ummmmmm…"

"Uh huh."

"I was thinking…"

"About?"

"You…"

"And?"

"…me…"

"And?"

"….us going to Breadstix on Friday night?" Quinn rushes out her words in the hopes that it goes unnoticed by her brunette friend.

"Ok, now we're going to try putting all those words together in a sentence. Are you ready to try that?" asks the smirking diva.

Quinn lets out a deep sigh "Rach, why are you making this hard for me?"

"Because you are putting too much pressure on yourself. Plus its fun to see Casanova Quinn can actually fumble over herself while asking her friend out."

"I feel like I have no idea what I'm doing here."

"Quinn, you've dated many women in your young life. It's just me."

"Yea, I know it's just you, yet I practically fall over every word trying to ask you out. You're making me nervous."

Rachel leans into her locker as she absorbs everything Quinn was saying. "Blame our awesome kiss."

"It was one hell of a kiss."

"Best. Spin the bottle. Ever."

"I know right." agreed the blonde.

"Do you wish we had done it sooner?"

"What? Kiss?"

"Yes."

"Part of me thinks so, and part of me thinks we probably wouldn't have been ready for it if it did happen sooner. We're seniors now and the timing seems right. We have a solid friendship and we're both single." Quinn looks at the divas expression and shakes her head in amusement. "Why do I get the feeling that you're already listed the pros and cons of us dating in a power point slide show?"

The diva chuckled and smiled at the blonde never ceased to be amazed at how well she knows her, and accepts her every little quirk.

"Didn't you have a question for me? You're going to make me late for History class."

"Oh. Um yeah, right." Quinn straightens her posture "Rachel, would you like to go out on a date with me?"

"I would love to Quinn. Friday. 7 pm. Breadstix. See, that wasn't so bad." and with those last words the brunette stood on her tip toes to lean in and give Quinn Fabray a kiss on her cheek before walking off to her next class, leaving the blonde to stand leaning against the row of lockers looking to the ceiling.

"What did I get myself into?" muttered the blonde.

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"Is this where you usually take all your first dates?" asks the diva as she inspects the bowling ball in her hand.

"Would you be mad if I said yes?"

"Actually, no. For some reason I won't be. But I would like to pick your brain about it."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I know you; and if there's one thing I know about you, it's that everything you do is usually well thought out. In other words, there is a reason for everything you do. So my real question is what's the reason behind taking someone to a bowling alley on a first date?"

"Somehow I feel like I should be worried that you know all my mental secrets, but it's actually a relief, because now I know I don't need to try so hard to impress you."

"Trust me Fabray, you still have to impress me if you expect to get past first base." The diva looks at Quinn with a know-it-all grin as she sips from her soda.

Quinn's facial features deadpans. She then tries to form words to convey her mental confusion. "What… but…"

"No buts. Rachel Berry expects to be wooed."

Quinn shifts her weight from one foot to another, now understanding what the brunette meant. After a string of empty promises made by Finn Hudson, Rachel vowed to find someone who actually makes her feel loved in a relationship and not ignored, or a burden, or worse yet, a social pariah.

"You're right. You're totally worth it. I'm sorry I said that."

Rachel pecks Quinn's cheek and whispers near her ear. "Thank you for understanding that I'm not making this hard on purpose."

"I know."

They stay close to each other with just an inch of distance between their bodies. They've stood like this before, but now things are different. Now they both feel the masked sexual tension between them waiting for the opportunity to show itself. Rachel is the first to break the comfortable silence.

"Now tell me why bowling for the first date."

"Touch."

"Touch?"

"Touch. When I'm interested in a girl, I just want to touch them, be close to them, and hold their hands; that kind of thing. It sounds creepy doesn't it?"

"Not at all, I'm intrigued. Do go on."

"Well on a first date, I don't want to be too grabby, but I do want a reason to be close to you. So if I take you bowling, I get to show you how to do stuff like how to hold the ball, perfect stance, right posture. You know, and all that other stuff."

"And what makes you think it will work all the time?"

"Most girls don't go bowling and therefore don't know how to bowl."

"Well… I'm not most girls." With those words, Rachel turns around and delivers a perfect bowl down their lane, giving them the first strike of their game.

The blonde watches amused but not surprised. I mean this is Rachel Berry we're talking about. "Well, that's the first time that's ever happened."

"My dads and I used to do this often. We were even the Lima bowling champions in 2008 with my uncle Ned." The brunette turns and point to a picture of her and her dads and uncle on the bolling alley's wall of fame.

Quinn facepalms. Of all the times she's been here on first dates with girls, she never noticed that picture.

The diva senses her disappointment and walks up to her and looks into those deep swirling hazel eyes. "It's ok Quinn. You don't need bowling as an excuse to touch me." She grabs the blonde's hand and smiles, squeezing her fingers gently.

"I thought I had to work for your touches. Technically I didn't do anything."

"You get extra points for our friendship." says the diva as she pulls on Quinn's t shirt signaling her to lean lower, which allows the brunette to deliver a sweet peck to the blonde's lips.

"Get a room…" says the man in the lane next to them.

"Excuse me!" responds the semi flustered blonde.

"You heard me. I know you're a couple of gaymos, but I know you ladies aren't here to actually play, since it's a man's sport and all."

Rachel whispers to Quinn without any emotion as she's used to these comments when she's out with her fathers. "Well he's a sexist and a homophobe."

Quinn stares at the man intently. Rachel observes the expression etched on her date's face. "I know that face."

"What face?" questions Quinn, never breaking eye contact with Mr. Sexist Homophobe.

"The 'I'm going to kick that man's ass at this game to prove him wrong' face."

"You know me so well babe. Gimme a kiss for good luck will you…"

Rachel obliges grabbing Quinn's neck with determination, crashing their lips together in a heated kiss, giving rival to their awesome spin the bottle kiss. The diva releases the dazed blonde who almost loses her balance, trying to come back to her senses.

"Rach, that was … like… yea… wow."

Rachel enjoys the effect she has on her date and decides to take the cocky route "Did I break Casanova Quinn. I know my good luck kisses are just that good."

"There are no words for that kiss. I'm sure your Goodnight kiss is even better. " says the blonde trying to get the upper hand on the brunette.

"Like I said Fabray, you have to work for it."

Quinn huffs in mock frustration and picks up her ball getting ready to kick Mr. Homophobe's ass.