Ok, this is my first time writing a Faberry fic, based on a video 'Masterpiece Theatre III.' It's kind of AU, in the sense that Quinn wants to have sex with Rachel and isn't scared to tell her. Kurt is more of a wise-cracking, sarcastic troublemaker in this, because I think that's hilarious and it just kind of happened as I was writing it. This is going to be a multi-chapter fic, but it won't distract me from my others, I promise! I'm rereading the others AS WE SPEAK and I'm planning on updating the most popular ones as soon as possible! WARNING: This will contain smut, but only in the second chapter. At least, that's what I'm planning.

Enjoy!

Never Known This

It was a Thursday when Quinn approached me in the hall. I wasn't sure what exactly I was expecting, but you can never truly tell what you're going to get with her. I was collecting books out of my locker, thinking about Finn and our upcoming date Saturday, and about my inevitable Sectionals solo.

"Hey." I recognized that voice anywhere, and my stomach dropped. The soft, sensual voice of Quinn Fabray filled my ears and I gripped my books tighter to my chest, in fear I might drop them otherwise. I turned to her, breath caught in my throat. She looked gorgeous, as usual. Short blonde hair immaculately styled, bangs braided wearing a stunning floral dress and boots.

"Hello, Quinn," I replied, trying and failing to keep the nerves out of my voice. There was something about that Quinn...something I couldn't quite put my finger on...but I liked it.

"My parents are out of town," she said, a low, seductive whisper escaping her bright red lips. "I'll have the house to myself all weekend." She took a step closer, her big green orbs staring straight into mine with an intensity I'd never seen. "Want to come over? Rent a movie and...not watch it?"

Something about the way she said that caught my attention. I'd heard Kurt talking about the term 'rent a movie and not watch it.' He told me he and Blaine did it all the time, his cheeks flushing a delicate pink. I may be naive, but I'm not stupid. I knew what she meant...I just couldn't force myself to believe it. No. She couldn't possibly mean what I think she means...

"I'm sorry, Quinn, I'm afraid I'm not following," I replied, attempting to sound composed but I knew she heard my voice crack. She smiled mischeviously, eyes clouding over with mystery.

"Let me be more clear," she whispered, taking another step closer until I could feel her lip on my ear. "If you come over on Friday, you get to have sex with me."

I took in a big breath of air, trying with all my strength and willpower to ignore her warm breath and the way she smelt of Viva La Juicy as I stepped backward, immediately looking around me to make sure no one saw, adjusting my hair in the process (nervous habit). I cleared my throat, mentally cursing Quinn for looking at me in that way. Like I was a fresh apple she couldn't wait to bite into. "Quinn, I'm sorry...b-but...I..."

"Think about it, Berry," she said, winking at me before stepping away, her skirt flowing gracefully behind her and her perfume wafting across me.

"Holy...shit."

All day, all I could think about was Quinn. The way she'd smelled, her bottom lip brushing against my ear as she spoke to me in that dark, sensual whisper, the way she'd looked at me. Something about that conversation had sparked something in me. Something I didn't know I had. I suppose you could call it a...sexual awakening?

I thought of Finn, his sweet smile and warm embrace. How crushed he'd be if I went through with this.

I saw Quinn, laying on her bed, clad in nothing but a bra and underwear, looking at me like she had by my locker. "Rachel," she moaned, arching her back. "Come to me, baby."

"Come to me, Rachel..."

"Rachel!" The voice of my best friend knocked me out of my daydream, and I sighed in relief. I shouldn't think like that...think of Finn, think of Finn...

"Yes, Kurt? My apologizies for being so distracted."

"Yeah, well don't apologize to me," he whispered, smirking. "I'd start apologizing to Mr. Britton if I were you." He turned around in his seat, leaving me wide-eyed and babbling.

"Ms. Berry? The answer to question 5?" Mr. Britton insisted, eyebrow raised.

"She passes," Kurt replied slyly, turning around to wink at me and stage-whisper, "You're welcome," before turning back to face the teacher.

"Excuse me, Mr. Hummel, but I believe I was speaking to Ms. Berry."

Kurt shrugged.

During Kurt's welcome distraction, I was able to find the answer to the question he was referring to, answering it correctly. Hardly a minute had passed before a note fell on my open notebook.

So when are you going to tell me exactly who you were imagining fucking in that wet dream of yours?

I gasped in shock and glared at Kurt's head in front of me, him convientely unaware. I quickly scribbled back a response.

I have no idea what you're talking about, Kurt.

A few seconds later, it returned.

Oh, please. I know that look. I see it on Blaine all the time right before he gets laid.

Kurt!

What? It's true.

There's such a thing as too much information. You've entered the zone.

Do I ever exit?

True.

Look, something tells me it isn't Finn. He's not the kind of guy to induce that kind of look out of a girl like you. So spill.

Just forget it, okay?

I would if I could, but I can't, so I shan't.

You're hilarious. I'm bursting at the seams, really.

Must be why you keep me around. ;)

I couldn't tell Kurt. I just couldn't. He'd either grin and say, "Wanky, Berry," or he'd smack me and say, "Berry, are you out of your damn mind?" and I wasn't sure I liked either option very much.

At the end of the day, I saw a note protruding from a slit in my locker. Cautiously, I pulled it out and unfolded it. On the paper, in immaculate, romantic cursive, read:

Rachel:

You know you want this. Don't try and deny it. Friday night, 6 o'clock. If you're not there, don't think I'll leave you alone.

-Quinn

I smiled despite myself. God, I knew it was wrong, but...something was telling me that it was right...

"Hey, Rachel, what's up?" The voice of my boyfriend broke through my thoughts and I quickly shoved the note in my locker.

"Hello, Finn," I said, fake smile in place. Of course, he didn't notice at all and immediately began talking about football.

But throughout the entire conversation, all I could think about was Quinn.