"Quinn?"

Rachel hesitantly approached the recently reinstated head cheerleader with a quiet reserved look upon her shy face.

"What's up Berry?" Quinn said while focusing on putting all of her books back into her gym bag.

"I was wondering if I could discuss something with you. I'm sure you have to be off to Cheerios practice since Glee has just ended and I assume that is the next event in your day, but if you have a moment this is important."

Quinn sat up straight in her chair and fixed Rachel with a stare and a perfectly sculpted raised eyebrow.

"What can I help you with Berry?"

Rachel was surprised that Quinn hadn't automatically written her off or scoffed at her and promptly left with some snide comment about her being a Transvestite.

"Well, I just had a question about…"

"About what Berry? I don't have all day."

"About sex." For an instant Quinn's face was consumed with shock, but she quickly contorted her face to a mask of indifference and stared back at Rachel expectantly.

"I guess what I wanted to know was what does it feel like."

Quinn sat in shock as she stared at Rachel trying to decide if she had really just asked her what sex felt like. Just because she had a baby and had sex with Puck when she was drunk, and that one time with Santana when spin the bottle had gotten a little out of hand, that didn't make her an expert. It most certainly did not give Rachel Fucking Berry the right to ask her about it.

"What the Hell Treasure Trail? What makes you think I would answer a question like that? Especially when you're the one asking the question."

Rachel's face momentarily fell until a look of realization crossed her face and a smile broke through revealing a twinkle in her eye.

"I apologize Quinn I believe I have misspoken; I meant what does it feel like when you're ready. How do you know it's the right time and the right person?"

Quinn gave her a questioning gaze before answering her.

"Again I don't know what makes you think I am an expert on this matter either but if you're concerned enough to ask my opinion I guess I'll be honest. I think you know it's time when you're in love and you can't stop thinking about the person you want it to be with. It's not about how you want to feel good it's about wanting to make them feel good, and knowing they want you to feel good. On the inside you know that afterwards the two of you will fall into each other's arms and be completely content and truly happy. Or you get all warm and fuzzy inside when you see them. You know, what happens when a mommy and a daddy love each other, or I guess I should say a daddy and a daddy love each other and they visit the magic stork that calls the adoption agency and brings home an insufferable diva for them to be stuck with for the rest of their lives."

With that Quinn grabbed her bag and sauntered out of the choir room. Why had she said all that stuff to Berry? And why was she imagining all of that happening with her? Damn Rachel Berry.

Rachel stood shocked in the choir room, as she stared at the door Quinn had just fled from a smile crept onto her face. She had gotten under Quinn Fabray's skin. Glancing at the clock she realized her dad was probably waited for her in the parking lot. She quickly gathered her sheet music and Glee Captain notebook and made her way outside.

As Quinn sat listening to Santana ramble on about some new horror movie she wanted to watch, her mind once again wondered to Rachel Berry. What was with her, asking about sex, asking her nonetheless? She had been thinking about it all afternoon through Cheerios practice and dinner with Brittany and Santana at Breadsticks, now they sat in Brittany's living room trying to decide what they would do this weekend. This had been there Friday night tradition since they had starting high school.

"Hey San, have you ever noticed that Berry has, like, really long legs."

Santana and Quinn both gawked at Brittany like she had grown a third head. The blonde dancer only looked back at them with a faraway look in her eyes.

"No Britt I never noticed that."

"Oh, well Quinn and I have and we both think it's totally hot."

Quinn turned bright red as Santana turned to look at her with a smirk on her face.

"Oh really now, Q have you been lookin' at Berry's legs, Berry's long, tanned, toned legs?"

"What, no of course not don't be ridiculous why would I be looking at RuPaul's legs?"

"Because you think she's hot and she's your lobster." Was the matter-of-fact reply from Brittany.

"My lobster B?" Quinn gave Santana a look begging for her help, but she only held her hand over her mouth and tried to suppress the giggle that was threatening to escape.

"Come on Q, haven't I told you this before? Lobsters find their mates, the ones they are meant to be with forever and they mate and fall in love, then they stay together forever crawling around holding claws."

Quinn just stared back at Brittany wondering where she came up with this stuff. Santana was quick to change the subject back to their plans for the weekend when Quinn's phone buzzed in her pocket. She slid her iPhone open to see a new text for Rachel Berry blinking back at her from the screen. She quickly opened the message to see what RuPaul could possibly want.

Hello Quinn, I wanted to apologize for my behavior earlier. I realize I may have been a bit forward with my questions and I am sorry for that. I guess I was just texting to ensure that you did not find the enteraction entirely out of context. Seeing that you have more experience than I do, I figured your advice might be beneficial. I had considered asking Santana but quite frankly she scares me. –R

Wow even through text message Berry spoke in paragraphs. Quinn couldn't help the smile that snuck up on her as she read the message. She quickly typed about a response.

Are you free tomorrow? –Q

She didn't have to wait long for a reply.

I am after 12:00. I have my daily routine of exercise on my elliptical at precisely 6:45 when I wake up, but after that I have voice and dance lesson. That will be over at 12:00 and I will officially be done. –R

Quinn smiled to herself as she typed out her response.

I'll pick you up at 12:30. :-) –Q

"What the Hell are you smiling about Q?"

"Nothing San, nothing."