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Chapter 1

It was 8:30 am and Rachel was already waiting for her skiing instructor. She had been so nervous that she had skipped breakfast, which was the most important meal of the day for the brunette. Nervously stepping from one foot on the other the singer looked around. Maybe her instructor was as punctual as she and was already there. A blonde had the receptionist said. Rachel stepped further inside the little shop. Not many people were in there, but there was definitely a blonde near the counter. Maybe she was her instructor. Rachel decided to find out. She tapped the blonde on the shoulder and asked: "Are you Lucy?" The blonde turned around slowly and Rachel shrieked. "Quinn?"

"Rachel?" Quinn's eyes widened. "What are you doing in Aspen, Rachel?"

Rachel didn't answer. "What are you doing in Aspen?"

"My mom's here with a few friends and took me with her."

Rachel sighed. Quinn was not her instructor. The brunette didn't know if she was glad or disappointed. It would have been a chance for them to deepen their friendship, which had just started to form this year. "How long have you been here already?" She asked the blonde girl.

"A few days", was Quinn's short answer. "And what are you doing here?"

"I came here for a romantic getaway with Finn. But now all he talks about is skiing. And I've never been skiing, so Finn had this great idea to hire an instructor. I'm supposed to meet her here, but she hasn't shown yet."

Quinn's eyes widened. "You are my 9 am appointment?" she nearly yelled.

"What?"

"I am a skiing instructor here." Quinn explained.

"But your name's not Lucy."

The blonde grinned slightly, took Rachel's hand and shook it. "Lucy Quinn Fabray, nice to meet you!" She started laughing when she saw Rachels disbelieving gaze.

"But … everyone calls you Quinn."

"Everyone at school knows my name is Lucy. Rachel, where were you during Born this way? Didn't you read my shirt? Lucy Caboosey?"

"Well … I thought it was a cartoon series or something like that. A guilty pleasure of yours, you know?" Rachel admitted sheepishly and blushed when Quinn laughed again. It was nice to hear the blonde girl laugh so freely. It was a wonderful sound to Rachel's musician ears.

"Sometimes you really live in your own world, right?"

Rachel tried to change the subject. "So, you are my instructor?"

"It seems so. What Julie told me is that you surely need skis and the whole equipment, right?"

"Do I have to buy it? I'm sure I won't ever again need it, after this vacation."

"You can borrow it, that's no problem. Do you have adequate clothing for skiing?"

Rachel raised one eyebrow. "Quinn, I was fully prepared for massages, sitting in a whirlpool and getting manicures, what do you think?"

"Oh, alright. Well I'm sure we'll find something nice here. Probably with gold stars on it?"

Rachel giggled. "Wow! That's a first."

"What?"

"Quinn Fabray making a nice joke."

"I wasn't joking. I do really think that we'll find adequate clothing with gold stars on it. Maybe we can even get you skis with stars on it."

"I'm not addicted to stars, you know? In fact, at the moment I really have enough of stars." Rachel huffed.

"How come?" Quinn asked, while browsing through skiing jackets.

"Finn got me a star for Christmas."

Quinn looked at her surprised. "I thought you of all people would appreciate romantic gifts?"

"He named the star Finn Hudson." Quinn burst into laughing again.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Well it's the thought which counts, right? If he had called it Barbra Streisand, would you have been more happy?"

Rachel made a big show of thinking about it. "Well … that would've been a totally different story." Both girls burst into giggles and then went on to browse through the things Rachel would need.

"Here you go!" Quinn pulled a jacket from it's hanging place and gave it to Rachel. "And look, there's even a star on it and on the plus side, it's not named Finn Hudson."

"You really want me to wear a pink jacket?"

"I thought you liked pink?"

"I do. But with this jacket everybody is going to see when I stumble down the slope."

Quinn sighed. "Okay then something a little less flashy. Perhaps this one?" She took a dark green jacket down.

"Yeah, I like that better. No one's going to take notice of me when I crash against a tree."

"Rachel, please, the jacket looks good. Let's just get this shopping over so that we can start with the hard part."

"The hard part?"

"Yeah, teaching you how to ski."

"I am a great student and I learn really fast?"

"I am looking forward to that."

An hour later, they finally had everything that Rachel needed and Rachel had left for a short time to change her clothes, while Quinn got her equipment ready.

"Quinn, you've got a gold star on your butt!" Quinn had been bend over her skis and Rachel had had a nice few of said butt.

"Why are you staring at my butt?"

"Well, it's so big I couldn't look anywhere else." Silence. Wide eyes on both parties. Rachel gulped, she was sure she wouldn't live to see graduation day. "God, I'm really, really ..." she stopped stuttering when Quinn laughed again.

"Have you been hanging out with Santana?"

Rachel was confused. "Why would I hang out with Santana? She doesn't like me. One of us wouldn't live to another day, if we'd hung out. And that would be me, you know … because yeah, she doesn't like me."

"Oh, well, I could've bet you just sounded like Santana."

"It wasn't my intention to sound like her. I just wanted to … you know … make a funny."

"Rachel Berry, you really don't know anything about women. You don't make a funny about women's butts."

"I don't?"

"No, you don't. Never joke about the body of a woman. Understood?"

Rachel saluted playfully. "Yes, Ma'am!"

"Good! And now let's go. It's already eleven and you haven't even stood on your skis."

They made it to a ski-lift in good time. "I have to drive up the hill with that thing?"

"No, the first few times we're going by foot. You need to get a feeling for your skis first, before we tackle the idea of going by lift."

"Isn't there any other way to get up there?"

"I could carry you."

Rachel looked surprised and really considered that offer.

The blonde sighed and rolled her eyes. "I was being sarcastic, Gold Star." Then she giggled. "Did you really think I would carry you up there?"

"Maybe you should formulate the question in another way, like could you probably carry me up there." Were they flirting? It seemed like it. Sparkling brown eyes met hazel ones and Quinn's whole face lit up as she smirked. "I probably could."

"Yeah?"

Quinn just shrugged with her shoulders. "But I won't. We wouldn't want your boyfriend get jealous, because there's someone else ..." Quinn stopped.

"Someone else doing what?" The mood had changed. Gone was being playful and flirty with each other, Quinn had gone serious and quiet.

"Nothing, Rachel. Come on, let's start our ascend." With that said, she took her skis, put them over her shoulder and started to climb the small hill, leaving behind a slightly confused Rachel Berry.