Quinn Fabray was just getting ready to leave when she slammed her locker door.

"Quinn," she jumped at the sound of her name. She looked who was standing behind the locker door and it was none other than the Rachel Berry. Why was she so creepy?

"You've made lip to lip contact with Finn before, correct?" Rachel asked her.

"I dated him for almost a year, dwarf. What do you think?" Quinn told her. Even though they had agreed to be sort of friends, she was in no mood to deal with Rachel and all her ridiculousness today.

"And I've kissed Finn before too," Rachel said.

"Are you trying to rub in the fact that you stole my boyfriend from me? Because it's not working. I've told you a million times before I am 100% over Finn," Quinn said, annoyed. She started to walk to her car, trying to shut out the conversation Rachel was trying to have with her. But Rachel followed.

"So that mean's we have basically kissed before," Rachel said very matter of factly.

"Huh? What?! No! Shh!" Quinn was shocked at what just came out of Rachel's mouth, "Don't ever say that out loud again." She decided to lead Rachel into the chorus room because whatever Rachel wanted to talk about was not proper hallway conversation.

"And you had intercourse with Noah," Rachel told her.

"Why are you bringing up 9 month of my life I never want to relive?" Quinn asked, where was this crazy girl going with this.

"So we've basically almost had sex before too."

"STOP! No! That is not what that means. Just because we've kissed the same boy does not mean we've kissed. And just because I had sex with Puck and you almost..." She stopped and realized what she saying, "Wait, you've had sex with Puck?"

"No. Almost, hence why I said almost. It was a really bad mistake. I thought I was into Noah, but I wasn't. Minor lapse of judgement. Luckily, I stopped it before anything..." Rachel drowned out what she was saying, remembering what had happened when Quinn didn't stop it before anything major happened.

Quinn rolled her eyes, "What are you trying to get at, Berry?" Quinn honestly had no idea where she was trying to take this conversation.

"Well, I'm doing an experiment, or an investigation with myself, if you will. Last night while talking to my dads, I realized that I never really experimented with myself. I just followed the cliche that I needed a male lead in my life so someday I'll be a star on broadway. Never did I ever consider the possibilities that I could be a homosexual," Rachel explained.

Rachel Berry as a lesbian. That's something that could make Quinn laugh. But she was still confused why she was coming to Quinn about this. Like she had told her, they were barely friends, "Okay. That's great," she said flatly, "Why are you telling this to me?"

"I need you to kiss me, Quinn."

Quinn's mouth almost dropped to the floor, then she started laughing. Surely the brunette had to be joking. "Good one, Rach."

"No. I really am asking you to kiss me," Rachel said, innocently.

Quinn composed herself, realizing Rachel was in fact very serious about this, "Well, why the hell would you come to me with this? Why not Brittany or Santana?"

"You're the only logical choice for my experiment. If I tried to kiss Brittany Santana would do very mean things to me. And if I asked Santana she'd laugh right in my face," she explained to Quinn.

"Because I didn't," Quinn said sarcastically.

"We've both kissed the same guy and both almost had sex with the same guy. Whether you like it or not, we're connected in a way," Rachel told her.

"No! I already told you, that's not how it works! If it worked like that, you'd have a special connection with everybody in this school! Do you know how many girls Puck has kissed? You'd be a lesbian whore if it went that way," Quinn's mind was blown. She knew Rachel was crazy, but this crazy? "Besides," she said, "Aren't you happy with Finn?"

"No, no," Rachel said a bit defensively, " I am. I just need to experiment and make sure I was made for a male lead. This is my future and I don't want to ruin it by going through my life thinking I need to find a male when in reality I will never be happy because I'm not fit for the male lead"

"I think you're thinking a bit too hard into this, Rach," Quinn said. It then came across her mind and she asked herself why she was even still having this conversation with Rachel. She should have walked out the minute she mentioned kissing Finn. She turned to leave the chorus room, but Rachel called out.

"Please, Quinn! It'll be under completely professional circumstances! I need to find myself! What if I'm lost for the rest of my life because Quinn Fabray never kissed me! What if you're the reason I'm never successful. What if you ruin my dreams! What if..." Rachel was cut off by Quinn's abrupt lips. It was only a brief kiss tho. Honestly, at that moment she only did it so Rachel would shut up.

"Now, see? You're straight. And we're never going to bring this up again" she said after the kiss was done. She tried to turn and leave again.

"Hm," Rachel was left in the chorus room, looking like she was in a daze, "Finn was right."

Quinn stopped in her tracks, "What do you mean 'Finn was right'?"

"Well, don't get upset. He just always tells me that you weren't the most memorable kiss," Rachel shrugged.

What the hell did Finn know about kissing? As far as Quinn was concerned Finn kissed like a dead fish. The only reason why Rachel was even repeating what Finn had said was because she didn't try to kiss her. It was more of a half kiss just to get her to shut the hell up about her sexuality. But for some reason, she felt the need to prove to Rachel that she could kiss. She dropped her bag on the floor and slowly walked over to Rachel this time. Wrapped her arms around her shoulders, so her hands just dangled ever so slightly behind her head. She turned her head and her lips met Rachel.

She worked her tongue with Rachel, who was a good kisser as well. Probably all the syllables she tries to pronounce in one sentence. Quinn was getting lost in the kiss, and she could feel that Rachel was too, after she got over the shock that Quinn was kissing her again.

"What the fuck?" The two heads instantly pulled apart and they looked in the doorway. Santana. "Please tell me somebody put something in my drink at lunch, because I did not just see the circus diva and Quinn Fabray having a heated make out session."

"It was an experiment!" Rachel defended, immediately.

"Really, Rachel. We have the same lab class and I'm pretty sure the lab today wasn't about making out with head Cheerios," Santana told her.

"My own experiment, Santana. I was just investigating myself," Rachel tried to explain.

"And that involved investigating Quinn's lips?" Santana folded her arms across her chest, "How in the world did you even convince her to kiss you anyway? Quinn if you're confused about your sexuality, Britt and I would happily welcome you into a 3 sum someday." Quinn made a face like she was about to gag.

"It wasn't a big deal, Santana. It was just a kiss. Strictly for scientific purposes. it didn't mean anything," Rachel said, "So if you want to read into it, you can. But just know you're making your small brain absorb a lot of useless information. If I were you, I would spend the brain energy on something else." And with that Rachel Berry left the room. Never in her life at McKinley High School had she ever saw Rachel stick up for herself like that. She was almost sort of proud of her, but she also felt her heart sink a little bit. 'didn't mean anything' kept ringing through her head. As much as she hated the idea that she had kissed a girl, and that girl being Rachel Berry. The star struck diva. But when the action actually came, it felt a lot more than just a science experiment. Although she never wanted to admit it to anybody but herself, she thought she enjoyed kissing Rachel more than any other guy she ever kissed.

She was then left in the chorus room with Santana who still had her arms crossed and was smirking at her. "If you say one word to anybody about this, I will slap that sassy smirk off your face," Quinn threatened.

"Please, you loved it," Santana said.

"No, I didn't. I only kissed her so she would shut the hell up, do you know what it's like to hear Rachel Berry Ramble about her sex life for 10 minutes? I don't think you would have endured it either," Quinn tried her best to defend herself.

"Whatever you say, Q. But I know a hot kiss when I see one. I don't know about Berry, but you were enjoying every second of Rachel's lips," Santana was still smirking.

"Whatever you say, S. But I swear, if any of these happens to leak out, you'll be doing suicides for months," And with that Quinn grabbed her bag off the floor and left the room. Santana was still standing in the center of the chorus room, smirking, because she knew she was right.