"What you said?" –Quinn asked, breathlessly.

In that second, everything passed through Rachel's head. The smiles. The laughs. The pony tails swinging back on their heads. The uniforms of the cheerleaders. The skirts. Oh, the skirts. Rachel remembered how they fit perfectly on those legs. God, those legs. She surely had some plans for thoset legs. Oh, she shouldn't think those things. Come on, what's wrong with this? People are not forbidden to dream, right? Dream about… Oh, yeah. Probably this kind of dream is forbidden. And she had a lot of dreams of this kind. A huge variety of moments, circumstances… positions…

"Rach. I'm talking to you." –Quinn's voice brought her back to reality. The blonde girl was looking at her with an incredulous smile on the face. Her nude shoulders were under Rachel's legs. The girls were lying on Quinn's bed, in her apartment in New Haven. Quinn blinked, a mix of shock and fun dancing inside her eyes. She giggled a little, enjoying the thoughts that she was having. "Did I just heard this, Berry? Did you just moan Santana's name?"