Rachel Berry saw Quinn Fabray enter the classroom and gasped. She looked beautiful. She was only wearing her usual combination of a dress, cardigan, and flats, but, she looked so…breathtaking. She was whispering to the teacher and Rachel looked back down.

Quinn saw Rachel glancing at her. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and walked to the seat assigned to her. Of course it was right next to Rachel.

"Hello Quinn." Rachel said in her usual chipper tone. She didn't directly look at the blonde when she greeted her though. She picked at a few of the golden star stickers on her notebook.

"Rachel." Quinn replied in her slightly husky and cool tone. She opened her notebook and gazed at the board.

~Summer – 10th Grade~

"What am I doing again here Rachel?" Quinn brushed her hair behind her shoulder.

"Well, Quinn." Rachel placed her hands in her lap and stared Quinn in the eye. "As you know, we've had some…debates in the past." Rachel scooted her chair closer to Quinn, who was on her bed. "So I invited you, for a slumber party." Quinn rolled her eyes and chuckled. "What are we, 12? What're we gonna do, braid each other's hair? Talk about the boys we like? Do makeovers?"

"Well, no…of course not." Rachel peered at the grocery bags full of makeup and hair products in her bathroom. She hoped Quinn wouldn't need to use it.

"We could always practice for glee or…watch a movie?" Rachel's voice quivered. She was having trouble coming up with things to do. She honestly wanted to try to be friends with Quinn, but she didn't even know what the gorgeous blonde cheerleader was interested in.

"Fine. We can watch a movie. But you have to let me pick. And order pizza. Just cheese. Light cheese. And light sauce."

"And, diet coke?" Rachel asked with her usual wide smile back on her face. "Yeah." Quinn replied, smiling back.

Quinn didn't know why she was still there. Well, she pretty much did. It was because she had no friends she would ever have a 'slumber party' with. She didn't have anyone she even considered a true friend. Santana seemed to hate her, Brittany was Santana's sidekick and all the other girls in the school either seemed jealous or she had been bitchy to them.

Rachel seemed earnest in her request for friendship and had never been truly mean to Quinn.

The movie was almost over and Rachel feared it as the movie got closer and closer to the credits. What would they do after it was done? Go to sleep? Girls were supposed to stay up at slumber parties, right? But what would they talk about?

She looked over at Quinn, who seemed into the movie. It was some teeny-bopper one from the 80s. Her dads had probably bought it for a 'trip down memory lane'. No one was singing, falling deeply in love, or Barbra Streisand, so Rachel had no interest in it. She had mostly been thinking of conversation topics. Quinn peered over at Rachel, who quickly looked back at the TV screen. She thought she saw Quinn smirk out of the corner of her eye.

The credits were rolling and Quinn yawned. She wasn't actually tired, but she figured she should feign it to convince Rachel she was.

"So Quinn." Rachel started " I figured this is the time we would talk. I think questions about certain boys you've dated should be okay."

"Uh…" Quinn got up to stretch "-do you really think we should talk about that in your living room? Your dads' bedroom is down here, right?"

"Oh…" Rachel was surprised Quinn had agreed without protest "-uh, yeah."

They trotted up the stairs and Quinn lay on Rachel's bed. Rachel didn't feel like sitting on her vanity's uncomfortable stool, but Quinn was the guest, so she didn't say anything.

"So, you wanna ask about Finn, right?" Quinn rested her chin on her hand and smirked.

"Um…no actually." Rachel squeezed her hands together in her lap, looked down, then back up at Quinn. "I was wondering about…" Rachel looked around, as if her dads would even care who she was asking Quinn Fabray about "-Noah Puckerman."

Quinn's lips parted. She had tried not to think of that name since the birth of 'their' daughter, Beth. But it wasn't their daughter. It was Shelby Corcoran's. Sure, they had shared a slightly sweet moment outside of the nursery in the hospital, but it was over, the baby belonged to someone else, and they hadn't talked to each other in about a week.

"What exactly do you want to know about him?" Quinn crossed her arms across her chest.

"Well mostly…what was it like…" Rachel tucked a few strands of hair away and bit on her lip "-to do it with him."

Quinn's eyes widened a little and she let hers arms fall by her side. "Ah…" how did she begin to answer that question? Santana asked once, but she ignored her and it was never brought up between them again.

Quinn looked at Rachel, who was absent mindedly braiding her hair. Why had she said 'it'? Quinn had heard her refer to it as sex before. Was she just uncomfortable in front of Quinn?

"Um, well…I was drinking. Puck basically got my drunk on wine coolers. I felt really fat that day, so I needed someo-, a guy, to tell me I wasn't. So it wasn't really emotionally connective or anything. Quinn looked up at Rachel.

Rachel meekly smiled and looked back down at her hands. She clicked her thumbnails together and gnawed at her bottom lip. "Well, it's nice you shared all of that. But, I was wondering…um…what he did to you…physically." Rachel looked at her exercise bike and messed with her ponytail.

Quinn was shocked again.

"Rachel, do you mean foreplay?"

"Um…"Rachel was still gnawing at her lip "Yeah…"

"Well," Quinn crossed her brows and looked at the carpet "Isn't that a little personal, Rachel?"

"I was willing to tell you about me and Jesse."

"Yeah, but you guys hadn't done anything and it's you who wanted to tell me and the other girls."

Rachel furrowed her brows and tapped her fingers against her chin. "I promise I won't tell anyone."

"You told Finn that Puck was my baby's father."

"Yes, but that was out of spite. I'm with Finn now. I have no reason to tell other people about your sexual life." Rachel peered at Quinn. She looked earnest enough.

Quinn sighed "Fine, whatever. I guess you're just curious…" Quinn rubbed her forehead. "We made out beforehand, mostly. He rubbed his hand near my…uh…vagina a couple of times. But he didn't go down on me or anything. He also kissed me on the neck a couple of times. Then we had sex. That's it."

Rachel was quiet for a few seconds. "Show me." She whispered.

Quinn chuckled, thinking she had heard her wrong "What?"

Rachel innocently looked up at her, mouth slightly agape "Show me." She said a bit louder.

"Rachel, you're kidding, right?"

"No. I know it sounds so weird and sudden, but ever since the beginning of high school I've wanted to know what it was like to be with a girl, you know, sexually."

Quinn still didn't fully believe her. But, she had recently be questioning her own sexuality. Sure, she was attracted to boys, but she noticed she also was to girls. High school was a good time as any to experiment, right? Especially in the summer. And she found Rachel attractive enough.

"Um…sure." Quinn bit her bottom lip.